#An and Rui will never catch them

[a21af]

phantom chasers 🔎

[mazojo]

Haha noo Haku haha you’re too pretty to be a spy haaha

[ssruis]

emu+nene+rui take steps forward and do big things and I’m like I’m so proud of them look at them go and then tsukasa does something and I’m 🫵 die

[fiddleyoumust]

I've been thinking about my taste in historical c-dramas and realized I always lean toward political/palace intrigue over xanxia or wuxia fantasy dramas. So, without further ado, my list of favorite historical c-dramas (with a happy ending) that ground the romance in political power struggles.

1. The Double

Cast: Wang Xing Yue, Wu Jin Yan

Synopsis: After being framed for adultery by her husband and his family, Xue Fang Fei takes on the identity of the deceased daughter of a high-ranking court official in order to clear her family's name and take revenge on the people who wronged her.

This drama is flawless. Both the FL and the ML are two of my favorite characters of all time. They're both smart, funny, and badass in their own way. Their relationship is one of mutual respect and admiration, and the way they fight for and support one another is beautiful and romantic. The villains are fleshed out and great at making you hate everything about them while also understanding their motivations. Wang Xingyue gives an INCREDIBLE performance as Duke Su, and while I think Wu Jin Yan is too old to believably play a teenager, she is a fantastic actress who does a complicated character justice. I really have nothing negative to say about this drama. It's perfect to me.

2. Blossom

Cast: Li Yun Rui, Meng Zi Yi

Synopsis: A chance meeting between a woman leaving her cheating husband and a general helping a second prince overthrow the crown results in both of their deaths, intertwining their fates. When the woman wakes up reborn in her 10 year old body with all her memories intact, she has the opportunity to change her fate, the fate of the general, and maybe the entire country.

Dou Zhao and Song Mo are my parents, full stop. This couple is so good - both smart and capable in their own right, but damn near unstoppable together. Their chemistry is great. Their love and devotion for each other is crazy, and they're both just so, so pretty 🩷. I never found this drama boring, but I have seen some people say they thought the back half drags a bit. I think if you're not fully enamored with the couple, that might be the case since the back half focuses more on palace power struggles, but I'm a political intrigue girlie, so I was hooked the whole time.

3. Are You The One

Cast: Zhang Wan Yi, Wang Chu Ran

Synopsis: An anti-heroine bandit and a vassal Prince army general find their lives entwined when he saves her from near death and uses her resulting amnesia to trick her into thinking they're a married merchant couple in order to use her to catch the mastermind behind her bandit stronghold. As he sinks deeper into his own lies, he desperately tries to cling to their made-up life, fearing the day she regains her memories...

THIS SHOW!!!! My beautiful power couple who outsmart everyone but each other and wield death with knives and swords. This show does so many things right. The palace politics are interesting. The second male lead is compelling and complicated in a way that makes you seriously consider him as a contender. Both of our protagonists are smart, capable fighters who slowly realize they want the same things but have chosen different paths to achieve their goals. Also, the ML is a SIMP, which I am always here for.

4. New Life Begins

Cast: Bai Jing Ting, Tian Xi Wei

Synopsis: Ignored by his Emperor father and neglected by his concubine mother, the 6th prince of Xin Chuan marries the daughter of a farming family from a neighboring country as part of an annual marriage selection. Together, they face the challenges of court politics, royal etiquette, treatment of women, and international relations as the prince's reputation rises in the court of Xin Chuan and he begins to earn the respect of his father.

The ML and FL are great, and their relationship is solid, lovely, and heartwarming. But the real delight of this show is the women and their friendships. The unwavering support and love all the female characters have for one another is the true heart of this show. If you love women supporting women and women fighting for change and equal access to power while a few great men support them, I can not recommend this one enough.

5. The Princess Royal

Cast: Zhang Ling He, Zhao Jin Mai

Synopsis: After 20 years in an arranged marriage, Princess Li Rong has her Prince Consort, Pei Wenxuan, assassinated after she believes he's been slowly poisoning her. She dies from the poison soon after his death and wakes up to find she's gone back 20 years, memories intact, to before she and Pei Wenxuan got married. She quickly realizes that Pei Wenxuan is also back, and the two of them must decide what parts of their past they'll repeat and what parts they can change to avoid their fate.

Li Rong is one of my favorite female characters. She's cold, closed-off, analytical, and so repressed it's painful. She's tries so hard to protect herself, that she ends up missing out on the most important thing in her life the first time around and her bravery in trying to change herself enough to not miss it a second time is breathtaking. Watching fiery and charismatic Pei Wenxuan try to properly win her heart in their second life is one of the most swoonworthy romances I've watched. The politics in the show are engaging, and there is interesting meta to be had around how our desires and how we prioritize those desires affect the course of our lives.

6. The Story of Kunning Palace

Cast: Zhang Ling He, Bai Lu

Synopsis: A wicked Empress is pushed to her death after a coup overthrows the Emperor. She wakes up in her 18 year old body and vows to make different choices this time around. But changing her course is more difficult than she imagined, and things become more complicated when she gets entangled with the man responsible for the coup and her death in her first life.

I thoroughly enjoyed the politics and court drama of this show, but ultimately, it's the performances of Bai Lu, Wang Xingyue, and especially Zhang Linghe as the intense and unhinged Xie Wei, that really make this drama worth watching. Bai Lu's chemistry with both MLs is fantastic, and her scenes with Zhang Linghe are so charged that you'll be holding your breath. They both chew their way through this drama immaculately. Watch it for the simple joy of watching two actors ACT.

7. Melody of Golden Age

Cast: Ding Yu Xi, Ancy Deng

Synopsis: In order to protect her family, the 6th daughter of a low-level court official marries the favored general of the queen dowager in place of her older sister. Neither party wants the marriage, but neither can afford to anger the queen. They decide to bide their time and divorce in a year, but in the meantime, they help one another achieve various goals... and, of course, fall in love for real.

I can't be rational about Ding Yu Xi. If he's in it, I'm tuned in. His chemistry with Ancy Dang is fantastic, and watching his character, Shen Du, slowly melt and fall for his wife, Yan Xing, is so, so enjoyable. I was less interested in the mystery/court politics of this one, but I still liked it a lot. The romance is very good and Shen Du and Yan Xing are dreamy protagonists.

8. Blossoms In Adversity

Cast: Hu Yi Tian, Zhang Jing Yi

Synopsis: The feisty and brilliant daughter of a noble family must find a way to keep all the women and children in her family alive when her grandfather offends the king and gets their family's wealth, property, and status stripped away, as well as all the men banished to a labor camp.

This show is all about the FL, Hua Zhi, for me. She is a fantastic character - strong, sensible, smart, and fearless - while still managing to hold on to her heart and see the good in the people around her. Her love story with the prince/commander lacked something for me. I think I wanted it to be more intense than it was and might have worked better if a different actor played him. But, Hua Zhi, her family dynamics, the court politics, and all of the side characters were beyond enjoyable.

9. Flourished Peony

Cast: Li Xian, Yang Zi

Synopsis: A woman in a terrible marriage makes an escape with only the clothes on her back and a rare potted peony her mother left her. She ends up pawning the peony to the king's flower envoy in order to start a business, and the two become entangled as a result.

The FL, Mu Dan, is a badass. She tackles villain after villain with just her wits and the sheer determination to live her life freely. The ML, Cheng Yang, realizes early on that he's found a kindred spirit, but neither of them are interested in romance at first. I loved that they are genuinely friends for the majority of the show and that the ML trusts Mu Dan to solve her own problems, rarely stepping in to help her because he knows she's strong enough to solve it herself. This show, much like New Life Begins, highlights the horrors of being a woman in this time period. And like New Life Begins, one of the best things about this show is the women Mu Dan collects throughout her journey, building her own little found family. Flourished Peony has a 2nd season on the way that will air some time in the back half of 2025, but the end of S1 is solid and won't leave you hanging if you decide to watch it before S2 comes out.

10. The Rise of Ning

Cast: Zhang Wan Yi, Ren Min

Synopsis: After spending most of her childhood in the country away from her scholarly family, Yi Ning, the black sheep daughter, returns home for her grandmother's birthday. Rivalry between her and her other siblings and cousins cause tension, but she finds an ally in her father's illegitimate son, Shen Yuan, another black sheep who has cultivated a life for himself in the shadows of a family that doesn't acknowledge him. Together, they try to solve the mystery of Yi Ning's mother's death and decades old case involving Shen Yuan's master. A case that puts them in contact with a dangerous man from Ning's past.

Full warning, the romance in this is between Yi Ning and Shen Yuan. Spoiler: No, they're not really siblings. He knows they're not very early on. She finds out much later, and the romance starts after that, but he's very clearly already fallen for her while she still considers him a brother. If the trope bothers you, skip this one.

If you're like me and don't care 😂, this show is great. Yi Ning is a sweetheart with a spine. The second male lead is a combination of incredibly handsome and scarily unhinged, which makes him all the more sinister. Shen Yuan is smart, calm, and deadly - my male lead kryptonite!!!, and his devotion to Ning is so wonderful. I also have a Zhang Wan Yi bias. His face is just very, very good to me. The mystery plot is engaging, and I didn't ever find myself bored with this show.

[vmlnrzmp4]

no one warned that fatherhood would be this cute.

bonten executives + hanma

sanzu haruchiyo

he was supposed to be resting after a bloody bonten business. he really shouldve. but how can he when himari sat on his stomach, mustering all the seriousness her little self could as she carefully peels off glittery stickers one by one and puts them onto his face. haru groans, "you done yet?" "no." she answers quickly, peeling off the biggest star sticker and applying it right on his forehead, "this one sparkle." he groans again. and you laugh, "don't move, you'll ruin her masterpiece." "great. you're in on this too."

haitani ran

ran laid on his stomach, while yua was standing on his back, walking back and fourth. "little to the left...yeah there," he instructs. after a long day of mafia meeting, ran was fully exhausted. and ofcourse, he asked yua for a massage: walking on his back, her weight was enough pressure, "mhm 10 out of 10. best service." "long day?" you ask as you enter the scene, sitting on the bed beside them as he simply hums. "papa agreed to get me icecream as payment!" "is that so?" you look at her, "are you gonna ask for more sugar from your next client?" "no! papa's my only client." ran peeks up with a smile, "heard that? exclusivity."

haitani rindou

rindou sat cross legged on the floor, looking out the window with rina beside him as they watched the raindrops race down the window. they didn't speak much, only betting on which drop they think would win. rina taps his thigh, pointing at the raindrop, "that one is fast." to which rindou simply hums, saying that the one beside is faster. you almost hated that you interrupted the quiet. but they deserve hot chocolate. you walk to them, placing the hot choco tray down. "thank you mama," both of them say in unison making you smile. just when you were about to get up, rindou holds your arm and rina tells you to stay. to watch as the raindrops race.

kokonoi hajime

he never thought he'd see his daughter crying over homework. math homework. tutors after tutors, classes after classes, practice after practice and yet, miyu clutched the pencil tightly in her fist out of frustration, her tears already falling on the worksheet. so he took matters in his own hands, "what's the trouble?" his heart breaks as she looks up at him all teary eyed. he wipes her face, telling her that he'll explain. and surprisingly, he did what no tutors could. he taught her maths. properly. "mama! look, i finished the worksheet!" she beams. you smile, checking the worksheet. "looks like we have to hire papa to teach you from now on." "i accept payment in hugs and kisses."

kakucho

he spend the rest of the day with hana, playing princess. he was sven(yes, the reindeer. girl dads don't get to choose their roles.) she was elsa. all this because when he came back home, he saw you cradling a crying hana. she had watched that episode of courage the cowardly dog. he picked her up, cuddling her close, telling her that the scary face is gone. it's fake. the only real things are princesses. like the one he is holding now. halfway through frozen 2, she fell asleep in his lap. he kissed her forehead. "you're the best papa, sven," you tease. "don't." you chuckle as you sit next to him, noticing how calmly hana is sleeping in her papa's arms. "what do you think she's dreaming about?" you ask. "princesses maybe." "or maybe you as sven—"

hanma shuji

shuji was tossing rui into the air, catching her midway like she weighed nothing(and honestly, she barely did. to him atleast.) but to your mother instincts—your heart would drop everytime she left his hold. "papa again!!" she squealed, laughing nonstop. "you got it, gremlin." he says, tossing her in the air, grabbing her, spinning her around and all. you sat there, watching your two favourite chaos. "shuji," you called softly, "careful." "don't worry babe, i got this." after a while, he plopped down on the couch with rui still in his arms as he kissed her all over her face, making her giggle uncontrollablly. "you're gonna make her dizzy..." and he only smirks at you, "you next."

[pinkaditty]

pink pink piN K HAVE YOU SEEN REN'S BEDROOM CARD LEAK GAGSHHDHSBDDB ive been thinking about it THE WHOLE DAMN DAY GRGGHRBHRH I WANNA BITE ON HIS COLLARBONE SO BAD GGFFFEEGRH and thOSE fFfINGERS GOOOODDDD IM SUCKING THEM TILL THEY TURN PURPLE WAT CH 🏁🏁🏁🏁 im just so thirsty about ren lately im so sorry LMFAO GOSH

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Morning After (Perv!Ren Shiranami x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

argggghhh another one!!!!!!!! eventually i will put this series 2 rest!!!

a/n: okay so. im actually pretty mellow towards ren. he’s cute n all and i love how he and sho regularly call you “senpai” so i like him but hes not among my top 3 ghouls (evil and intimidating haku fic looming over my shoulder). however. my one true regular, [🐟] anon, has been losing their damn mind in my inbox abt this boy and his collarbones. so i looked at his new card. did a little bit of jabberwock thinking. and i woke up a week ago thinking abt ren getting fucked up off of mc’s pheromones or something. in summary: [🐟] anon. idk who u are. but wheni fcking GET you. u poisoned me with ren thoughts. how dare u. 

anyways i am. running out of steam 4 smut again so i will probably need time 2 recharge and recover my motivation. that being said, i have ideas for sfw angst-charged alan and rui fics (and might post those before haku and subaru perv pt2 fics), so be on the lookout for those. it’ll be my first time writing 4 alan so i hope it turns out alright.

summary: ren wakes up next to a suspiciously large pile of pillows after movie night.

cw: masturbation, ruined orgasm, perverted ren ig?, panty admirer, etc etc idk how 2 tag this. ofc it's not proofread, its never proofread. enjoy!

Ren blinks awake. His vision layers over itself before finally clearing after a few groggy blinks. He musters the energy to pull his face away from whatever it was stuck to, slowly sitting up, yanking his arm from underneath a heavy lump of pillows. He blinks once, twice, three times, and spaces out for an eternity before he finally feels awake enough to move around properly. He yawns and stretches, feeling a few bones in his back pop before he finally relaxes again. He idly thought to himself about working on his godforsaken posture.

Reluctantly, he shifts his feet off of the bed and stands, ridding himself of his comfortable haven and thrusting himself into the slightly cooler environment of his room outside of his bed. What was he even getting up for, anyway? It’s not like he had any classes. He may as well hop right back into the waiting sheets.

And that’s what he would have done, if he hadn’t finally noticed that the heavy lump he’d thought was pillows was actually a person. He doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before. A leg and an arm curl around one of his body pillows, a sleeping face just barely visible over the edge of the pillow. Panic shoots through him as he tries to rack his brain for appropriate, reasonable excuses as to why the fucking honor student was in his bed, until he remembers the night prior. Horror movie night. He wasn’t sure how you felt about horror movies, but he’d invited you over anyway. Plus, he needed an excuse to rope you into helping him get extra rewards in a new game he’d started, and he knew that wasn’t a compelling enough reason for you to come over. It seems that the two of you had fallen asleep before you could head home, resulting in this. You were even still in your uniform, your blazer draped unceremoniously over his desk chair, your bag spilling its contents of notebooks, files, pencils, and snacks all over his floor, your shoes placed neatly by his door, your tie hung over his doorknob. Hell, your mess tied in so nicely with his worse, pre-made mess that he probably wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been looking. 

Honestly, he’d be happy to just… let you sleep. You seemed comfortable, and he was inclined to get right back in bed anyway, but quite frankly, he didn’t want the clown to catch you in his room. That would lead to questions he was unwilling to answer, assumptions he’s too lazy to derail, and more work for him, at worst. Maybe he'd just have to double-check his locks - keep the clown out for a few hours so that you could catch some sleep and he could have some peaceful silence. 

He checks the window locks first, ensuring that they’re in place and bolted shut. He does the same with the locks on his door, and even looks suspiciously at his vent for a while before deciding that if the clown was that desperate, he would have done it before. 

With the room sweep finished, he ambles back towards his bed, trying not to stare too hard at you, hugging his body pillow, one leg thrown over it. Every time you shifted, he would freeze in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest with a mix of excitement and fear at the two potential outcomes your shifting could result in: your skirt riding up, or you waking up. Only one of those was ideal. Perving on a sleeping girl was gross, though, and he knew better, or so he liked to tell himself. He feels his shoulders tense up as you shift again. He holds his breath, watching your body carefully. When no more movement is made, he steps between his desk and the bed, walking over to the other side of the bed, “his” side, at least for now. He softly eases himself onto his side again, watching you carefully to make sure he hasn’t woken you up. He breathes a sigh of relief and reaches for his tablet, noting his cheek mark on it. So this is what his face had been stuck to. 

He’s wiping up the drool on one corner of the screen with the sleeve of his robe when you suddenly groan loudly. He jumps, fumbling with the tablet before gripping it like a lifeline, watching you with wide eyes as you turn over. He can’t decide if it’s his lucky day or his worst nightmare when you end up on your other side, your back to him with your skirt riding up and a premium, never-before-seen view of your panties hugging your ass. Ren swallows thickly before forcing his gaze away, feeling his face turn red from shame. That was gross and he knew better. He knew better than to peer at your panties while you were sleeping, in his room, clearly trusting him. ‘You know better,’ is all that runs through his head as he feels his abdomen swim and his cock twitch. He buries his face in his hands, dropping his tablet to the bed with a soft thump. He knew better than to cross a line such as this, but god, that sight was mouthwatering. He finds himself peering through his fingers, glancing at the sight. They were simple, unassuming, but well-worn. The fabric was obviously thin in some places, and clung to your body in such a way that left little to the imagination. He wondered what you were even dreaming about, seeing how you were soaking wet, leaking through the panties and onto part of his comforter. Fuck, what he wouldn't give for a whiff, or even a lick of that. 

His mind nearly chokes on his thoughts, bringing them to a speedy halt. He turns away, covering his eyes, trying not to feel the way his cock jumps for the umpteenth time against his thigh. His face burns with shame and embarrassment, the cherry red hue spreading to his ears and neck. He knew better than to do this. This was gross. Unbelievably gross. He'd expect this of any of the other weird, obsessive, filthy, deranged, pent-up ghouls, which he'd hoped he wasn't a part of. Unfortunately, the saliva flooding his mouth hungrily and the blood rushing to his abdomen only proved he was, indeed, just as filthy as the rest. Fuck. Couldn't he be normal about a girl in his bed? You were just sleeping - dreaming about something heated, but dreaming regardless - and appeared quite peaceful. He could be normal about it. A girl, lying in his bed, with her soaking wet panties showing. Even with his cock twitching, his saliva building, his heart pounding, his hands trembling - he could be normal about this. Right?

He glances over at your form again, his eyes raking over your body. He tries not to let his gaze linger on your panties, but it does anyway. He licks his lips as his eyes cross over the wet spot, imagining the taste of you. He groans, pulling at his hair and trying to control his breathing. He looks down at his cock, now at full mast and pressing angrily against his pajama pants, and frowns. There was no way this was going to go away easily. He bites his lip, wondering how he was gonna get through this predicament. He could slip out and take care of this elsewhere, but that would risk getting caught by the clown. On the other hand, he could take care of this… here… in the privacy of his own room, with the honor student right next to him, the perfect view of her panties serving as perfect fap material. He sighs internally. He was so gross. But hey, if you got to have fun in your dreams, why couldn't he have fun without you knowing about it? 

Fuck it. He was too horny to care. 

He reaches for his bedside table out of muscle memory and rifles through the top drawer before his hand closes around a familiar plastic. He hurriedly pulls it out, cringing to himself as he looked at the fleshlight. Was he really going to do this? One glance at your panties chased all his sensible thoughts away. Yea. He absolutely was going to do this. 

It doesn’t take him long to set up two pillows, haphazardly jamming the fleshlight between them and hugging the pillows together with his body, laying over them on the bed. He pushes his pajama pants down, setting his cock free. He whimpers as he feels his tip press into the soft silicone of the fleshlight and immediately bites down on the pillows instead. He couldn’t make much noise and he had to try not to move around too much. If you woke up in the middle of this, it would be disastrous. His eyes fixate on the wet spot of your panties, and he suppresses another groan, feeling himself salivate at how your essence leaked onto his comforter, partially tucked between your thighs. He foolishly reaches for it without thinking, retracting immediately when you flinch in your sleep. He watches you carefully for any more movement before reaching for that section of comforter again, slowly pulling it out from between your legs. He keeps his hands as still as he possibly can, desperate not to wake you and just as desperate to get off with you filling his senses. Finally, he’s managed to slip some of the fabric from you. He presses the wet spot on his comforter against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply. His cock twitches, brushing against the silicone fleshlight, making him nearly jolt in pleasure. He rubs his head back and forth until he finds the small opening between the folds. He wastes no time in pushing himself inside, flicking out his tongue to try and taste your essence on the fabric.

His thrusts into the fleshlight are short and quick, and he holds the pillows tighter as he humps into them, wishing he could pretend it was you he was pounding into, holding tight to his body, pressing hard into you. He growls as he holds the pillows tighter, watching your sleeping form, burying his nose into the comforter and continuing his quick pace, ensuring he wasn’t shaking the bed so much that you’d wake up. This was an utterly depraved and sickening act, he knew, but god, with your scent permeating through his mind and his cock buried in a soft fleshlight, he couldn’t bring himself to care. So long as you didn’t wake up, all he had to do was hope that his bangs sticking to his forehead and his flushed complexion wouldn’t give him away. 

He begins to feel himself reaching his peak. He never really did last long. His hands claw into the sheets of his bed and his thrusts begin to stutter. His groans, muffled by the comforter, grow louder. His mind clouds with ecstasy and his eyes roll back as he continues pistoning his hips forward, driving his cock further into the fleshlight. The sounds of his thrusts become wet due to precum slipping from him. He was not going to last much longer.

At the worst possible time, you begin to shift, as though waking up. Ren immediately freezes, his eyes locked onto your moving form. He releases the comforter from his mouth and tries to hide the drool stain over your essence with his robe sleeve. He panics as you stretch, desperately looking for a way to make him seem innocent and casual, the furthest thing from a perverted freak. He sees his tablet, which he’d dropped onto the covers earlier. He reaches for it, his fingers shaking. He feels his cock twitching angrily in the fleshlight at the loss of friction, and bites his lip, trying to focus. 

With his fingers shaking so much, he can barely turn his tablet on. He pushes his lips into the pillows he’s still holding tight together, muffling his gasps and whimpers as his cock continues to remind him of his lost opportunity. He hears you groaning and feels the bed shift as you groggily begin to turn over. God, just act normal, just act normal. He pretends to be immersed in his game, his cock still twitching and building pleasure, as you finally turn over, facing him, your eyes half open. 

As he shifts himself upwards to prop himself up on his elbows, his cock finally gives up, spilling forth his seed despite the lack of stimulating friction. He groans, pretending it's out of frustration at the game. He bites his lip, trying his best to muffle any more incriminating noises as his body trembles, his cock pumping his release into the already stuffed fleshlight. He was almost sure his groans and trembling would give him away, but in your sleepy stupor, you don’t seem to notice. He rejoices at your dazed look towards him, your brow furrowing as you blink. 

He tries to give you a bored look, knowing his face is fully flushed and his lips are red from biting them. His body continues to tremble, and it is all he can do to pray that you don’t notice the way he shakes. He turns his head away and clears his throat, before turning to you. Thank god his voice sounded relatively normal. “Hey. Good morning.”

He doesn’t berate you for accidentally falling asleep during movie night, as he did the same, for all he knows. He watches as you smile, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. He looks back down at his game, pretending he wasn’t buried to the hilt in a fleshlight and that his sleeve wasn’t covering evidence of his depravity. 

“You have really pretty collarbones, Ren.” Your voice, still thick with sleep, cuts through the silence dotted with sound effects from the game running on his tablet. 

Ren looks up at you, red-faced, his bangs still stuck to his forehead, his robe loose and hanging forward to reveal a portion of his chest underneath his pajama shirt. After getting over the initial shock of the compliment, he smirks at you, turning his gaze back down to the game.

“First thing you say to me when you wake up, huh?” He pretends he’s not embarrassed by the comment, blowing it off despite the racing of his heart and the twitching of his cock in the hidden fleshlight. “Careful, Senpai. Perving on your kouhai could be considered harassment, you know.” He says matter-of-factly, hoping his voice comes out as bored as ever. 

Boy, was he one to talk.

whew!!!!!!!! if im being honest i can't be proud of this one either but hey man. i pumped it out whippeeeeeee!!!!!!

im ngl i will probably break from writing smut 4 a bit so that i can be all in 4 the haku and subaru fics. i might post the alan and rui fics im thinking of prior 2 getting back in2 my usual swing. gotta recharge!

anyways. as always. this is a bit late but please enjoy!!!!! i love likes but especially comments, tagged reblogs, and asks telling me all about how you adored my work!! please don't be shy 2 share ur thoughts!!!!!!

songs i listened 2 while writing this:

pop team epic - sumire aseka (this song's lyrics have a very "fuck it, we ball" type vibe which is. sorta what goes on here.)

we not humping - monaleo ft. flo milli ("put that dick up, we not humping!" bc i was essentially shaming ren in my head the entire time as i wrote this)

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[towasdandelion]

Hotarubi, Obscuary and Jabberwock ghouls when you text them "I want to marry you someday"

Haku loves daydreaming about you two getting married, seeing you in a white dress... In fact he even dreamt about it. He's not ashamed to admit it, he's not feeling embarrassed. As for the other part of his dream I'm leaving the interpretation up to you hehe

Subaru is a bit taken aback, surprised even. It's not like he didn't think about it, it's just that he's a bit insecure. Sometimes he thinks maybe he does deserve you. Maybe he's not worthy of you? It will take a bit of reassurance to make him believe you're truly happy with him.

Zenji really needs a moment because poor guy teared up... He's just so happy he can't contain it. He also gets a huge burst of inspiration and as soon as you two stop texting he sits down and writes and writes until he can't anymore.

Isn't Edward right? He lives so long already... Once he finds a lover he's not letting go, so waiting seems useless to him. He's just a poor old vampire in need of love, right? It doesn't matter to him if his charms played a part in courting you as long as you really love him. And if you allow him he can definitely make it last, if you know what I mean.

You made Rui so happy! Happy and a bit.. eager. But it can't be helped when he loves you so much! He just wants you all to himself already, right this moment. Will come to see you just to cling to your side for the rest of the day like a cute puppy. And he won't stop whispering sweet nothings your ear.

Of course Lyca knows how it works! Once he got into a relationship with you he started researching all about it, following up to marriage. Since it works in his world too more or less, he was able to understand it easily. He's very happy you trust him enough to spend the rest of your life with him.

Ren, Ren, Ren, when will he learn? It's not like he doesn't want it, like he said. It's just that... He never dared to dream about it yet. He's aware of the way he is so he can get a bit insecure but of course he won't let it show. If you want him to say that he wants you too, you'll just have to bother him until he gives in! Pretty easy right?

Haru can't wait until that day comes. He does think about it sometimes, especially when he catches his moments of rest. He also rambles to peekaboo a lot, making the little creature squeal and jump in excitement. Aren't they just the cutest?

Towa really wants it! And he wants it now! He doesn't understand the concept of waiting. If you two love each other, why wait? You might have to gently calm him down and explain things to him. It's not guaranteed he will understand, but he will do his best to do so!

[chirpy-poppy]

Our Pin

When Darkwick allows you to choose one of the houses to join, how will they convince you?

Inspired by this ask/post.

Frostheim “Wait,” Jin grunts at you as you approach the door, done with his errands for the day. He tosses something at you which you barely manage to catch. When you do, you recognize the deep blue pin. “You’d be set for life with the connections you make here. Choose wisely.” Jin is a man of few words, but you’d hear most of Frostheim’s pitch from Kaito who basically begs you to join them. Lucas would come with a few logical points about why you should choose Frostheim, and Tohma would keep you so busy with tasks, you wouldn’t be able to visit other houses during your decision period.

Vagastrom “It’ll be pretty cool if we lived a little closer together, Senpai. I’ll cook for you every day.” Sho is the only one who’d want you at Vagastrom. Alan gives you a stern warning not to do something so dangerous. Leo’s existence alone convinces you to stay far away.

JabberwockThey use their fluffy animals to their full advantage. Haru takes you on a Cappybus tour to see all the cutest animals while Towa engulfs you in the most fragrant flowers. Ren might actually beg you to join them too since you are actually willing to do the chores. Towa gives you such a puppy look while Haru discreetly pins the orange brooch onto your lapel. Peekaboo lets out the saddest “Booo” when you leave for the day. How can you ever refuse them? 

SinostraRomeo had given Taiga a lecture on their objective just before you were scheduled to meet them, so the captain actually remembers who you are when you walk in. “Hello, Kitten,” he purrs as you come in with some documents. He somehow gets you strapped into his torture chair and is about to stab the brooch into your jacket when Romeo bursts in. “You’re supposed to convince her, not force her!” “Why? It’s so much easier this way.” Taiga spins his revolver before placing it on your temple. Ritsu steps in at this moment to quote some law that no one is really paying attention to. Taiga and Romeo get into such an argument that no one notices you slipping away and running for your life.

Hotarubi The three invite you over for tea. At the end of it, Subaru presents you with the amethyst brooch in an intricately carved wooden box. “We would love it if you would join Hotarubi, PC. Of course, we want you to make the decision you believe is best for you, but you should know you are always welcomed and appreciated here.” As Haku walks you home, he purposefully takes a scenic route through Hotarubi. He’d gently pitch his own house but reminds you they are here for you no matter what decision you make. 

ObscuaryWas unfortunately not one of the options available to you. Rui is quite relieved though. He isn’t sure how he can live constantly worried about touching something as weak as a human. He also knows he could never live with himself if something happened to you, and the risk of it increases so much more if you stayed in his dorm. Lyca is completely bummed though. He thought he had a chance to finally have a friend at the dorm. He does not understand why you can’t stay at Obscuary since he’s here and he’s human too. Ed thinks it’s a shame, but he is sure you’d visit often still.

Mortkranken“Humph! You should feel honored to even be considered joining Mortkranken,” Yuri gloats, dangling the brooch in front of you. “He desperately wants you to join,” Jiro deadpans. “Jiro! Can you shut it! I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you did since you are a very interesting subject.” Yuri’s blush isn’t fooling anyone as he shoves the teal accessory into your hands. Despite his shyness, he still keeps you around for another three hours helping him pipette. As you get ready to leave, he calls your name. “Consider it. You… You aren’t repulsive, at least.”

A/N: Thank you to those who sent in prompts. I'm sorry if I don't get to yours, but I will only be writing those that spark an idea. I don't want to write something bleh just to fulfill an ask. Thank you for your submission though!

[taibami]

✷ it's finally time for you to visit your lover after a hundred years of no physical contact. | 1.2k | cw: ed x f!reader, reader is described as a vampire

The bar is quiet, as the lateness of night comes by. The students began to pack their things and made their way out, until there's no people left but Rui and Lyca.

“Hey doggy, do me a favour and grab me some stacks? I'm sure you know the place already” Rui smiled at the werewolf, who huffs in annoyance, clearly not pleased with how the male called him.

“Tch. I told you I'm not a doggy! Stop calling me that. And sure, I'll grab some stacks from the basement. The same plant, right?”

“Yup, yup! Just grab a few and be careful, ‘kay? Can't risk having a mess down there” Rui winked which Lyca just shrugged off with ‘whatever’ before going down to the basement to grab a stack of plants.

Rui sighed, shoulders dropping in the process. but he quickly turns back to his tasks.

While he was cleaning, Rui hummed through the silence of the bar─that is until he heard a knock, followed by the sound of the door opening

“I'm sorry but we're closed─”

“Good evening gentleman, does Edward reside here?”

A woman dressed in black and deep red clothing that screams elegance entered upon the bar. Rui took a good minute to admire her beauty. the colors that compliments her skin color, the black nails and pale hands that's decorated in jewellery─it is no doubt that this woman is a vampire.

‘Could she be…?’

“Edward? You mean Edward ha─”

Before Rui answered your question, a growl was heard beside you. There, stoof Lyca, glaring at you with his claws out.

“Oi blond gigolo. Who's this?” He asked, eyes never breaking the eye contact within you and him.

“Lyca put your claw down─”

“There's no need to be all defensive, Lyca.”

A deep voice interrupted Rui (yet again) as Ed step down the stairs, earning everyone in the room's attention.

Ed’s eyes flickered towards you, and a rush of warmth spread through his undead heart. “Are my eyes deceiving little old me or is that my wife standing over there?”

You chuckled at his words, making your way towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist─pulling him into a hug. In which he reciprocates in return.

“You know, for someone who hasn't visited me for a hundred years, you sure cling to me like your heart didn't turn cold” he teased. You broke the hug, lifting your chin to take a good look at his unchanged features.

“Oh shut it Ed. You know I'm out there fulfilling my duties, unlike you.” you emphasized on the word ‘you’ made Ed sighed in defeat.

“Uhm, care to explain?”

Rui finally broke his silence as he and Lyca stared at you two dumbfoundedly at the whole situation.

You turned towards them, finally acknowledging their presence, a smile making its way to your face as you introduced yourself, “Forgive me for being forgetful of the introductions. I'm Y/n Hart. Given by my last name, I'm Ed’s wife.”

You watched as their faces morphed into shock, You heard Ed sighed for the second time beside you.

It looks like you have a lot to catch up.

──

“So, let me get this straight. You have been together for the past two hundred years?!” Rui exclaimed, Snapping his head at ed with a pointed finger against him, “And you didn't tell us that you have a spouse with you!”

Ed dismissed the stares he's getting, “I was originally planning to tell you and Lyca but what's fun in that?”

“You-!”

Ed quickly drifted the attention to Lyca, who's staring at you quietly while you only smiled sweetly at him in return. “Is there something in my face Lyca?” You questioned.

"No. I was just surprised that moth-eaten casanova had a girl with him." He huffed

"Wife, Lyca. Wife." Ed corrected

You laughed at Lyca’s words, finding him quite adorable for someone who's a werewolf. “I've heard so much about you through Ed’s letter, at first I thought you would be like those fierce wolves that I encountered but it seems like you're not what I expected to be” you explained.

It's true though. Throughout your travelling, you've encountered many werewolves before. Safe to say you always don't go well with them.

As you recall your journey a hundred years ago, Ed found himself staring at you. No matter how many years have passed, you still look ethereal in his eyes. Each night, he kept remembering the day you accepted his offer to spend the rest of your life together in eternity.

The nights you spent basking in eachother while the night is still young─he can't help but craved for those moments again.

Lyca narrowed his eyes towards Ed, who's staring at you with lovestruck eyes.

"stop staring at her weirdly. You moth-eaten cassanova."

"my, my... Can't a man stare at his beautiful wife?" Ed muttered in defeat

Rui sweatdropped at the scene. "Lyca, I don't want to say this for Ed's side, but It's pretty normal for inlove people to stare at each other." he explained

"But how come she isn't staring back at him? She probably dont love him." Lyca pointed out. Erupting a series of laughter from you.

Ed let out a dramatic wince. placing his hand over his chest with a defeated expression. "Must you laugh at me like that my dear?" He shot you a sympathetic look

You calmed down for a bit, wiping the small tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes, "I can't help but find this kid funny my dear. Oh to be young and innocent again.." you sighed.

"Yikes... you two really fit for each other.." Rui sweatdropped. he can't help but picture you and Edward together.

He doesn't want to admit it but you and Ed are truly meant for each other.

──

After some little bit of chitchat, you and Ed made your way back to his room after he grew impatient and complained about how his joints are starting to ache.

The moment the doors are closed, he wasted no time attaching himself on you─his mouth leeching on your neck as he nib the skin and slightly grazing his teeth on you.

The contact made you shudder, shivers running down your spine as you try to get a hold of yourself. While he continues to shower you with tender kisses.

“You have no idea how much i missed you, My dear. My nights are boring without you here with me.” he murmured against your ear. You shot him an apologetic look, “I'm sorry, I've been busy doing my research these past few years. Speaking of research, I got what you asked me for.”

You took a small bottle hiding in your back, handing it towards him. You watched as he slowly grinned, eyes glowing in amusement as he observed the bottle in his hand as he inspect it, with the light reflecting against the bottle.

Your eyes narrowed at the bottle, staring at the piece of flower inside it. You turned your head towards him, “it's about that girl's curse am I right?”

He let out a low chuckle before taking your hand and place a kiss on it.

“clever as ever, my love.”

an: first time posting after leaving caratblr ⎛⎝( ` ᢍ ´ )⎠⎞ᵐᵘʰᵃʰᵃ taking requests but please read rules first!! Thanking @/kamurais for proofreading this!!

[tommiieimagiines]

“The scent may drive me half

insane, but maybe you’ll see me

then.”

Rui Kamishiro Hanahaki

part one part two

(coming soon!)

anything to say, tommie?♪

hi, guys! this is part one of a two-part series with our favorite punching bag, rui! this is very heavy, all of the resolution will be in the next part. i just wanted to get something out for you all! this IS in response to an ask, but i think tumblr ate it! i’m gonna look for it, so if i find it i’ll reply!

anyway, wow! it has been a terrible couple months!! i am very unwell. i’m sorry about me ghosting you guys all the time, but here we are! here’s my psycho-babble-bullshit philosophical thinking and existential dread in the format of an x reader project sekai fanfiction. i am beyond saving.

i’ll quit talking! just wanna let you know this two-parte is probably the last pjsk thing i’m gonna write in a while

mewnies warning𖦹

this is VERY gorey and has MANY mentions of d€4th/s3w1c1de/1llness. (sorry if tumblr doesn’t care about those words but i’ll censor just in case(looking back i’m realizing that i say it all the time in the fic anyway so idc…)) has in detailed descriptions of puking as well. reader is kinda stupid in this, but what’s new? meow!

It started with a cough.

It was subtle at first. Honestly, he had thought he’d pulled something in his chest at rehearsal the day prior. It wasn’t anything to write home about; a dull ache that could be easily overlooked.

“It could be worse,” he says, staring at the mirror. On a worse day, he’d scold himself for talking to himself, then lament at the fact he actually scolded himself, but today, he felt a little self-pity at the state of his body.

Christ, he needs to chill out. Why had he woken up so erratic?

The walk to school was more or less unremarkable. You two hadn’t coordinated walking together that morning, so it did get pretty lonely. He ended up narrating everything he was doing in his head to pass the time, something that was—admittedly—not out of character. It was a bad habit he’d have to break one of these days, he knows. Not today though, maybe next week when his chest isn’t so heavy. His chest does feel pretty heavy—the sky is cloudy today, isn’t it? Maybe it’ll rain. He hopes no snails come from the ground. He hates watching out for them while he walks. The air seems misty, though, huh?

That morning at school, he hadn’t felt great. He had this fullness in his lungs he just couldn’t get to go away. No matter how hard he coughed, the pressure just wouldn’t release. Now, he’d never been in the best health, so it wasn’t unusual for him to be sick, but you’d think he would’ve felt something the day before. He couldn’t recall feeling this amount of suffocating pain in his chest yesterday, save for when you were talking to that stupid upperclassman-

God, his chest really hurts!

He coughs again, this one curling his body over the desk and making him remember where he was. Will the inconvenience ever end?! He puts his head on the desk, letting a pitiful hand raise, begging for a pardon.

He locks eyes with an upperclassman in the hallway on accident, making his pulse quicken. He can’t believe the nerve of some people!

He catches himself, stopping for a moment. They were just walking—Whatever. He’s not himself today.

While his short interaction may have just been the most terrifying thing he’s ever done, coughing wildly in a public bathroom trumped it. Sure his voice may have cracked when he called the teachers name, and yes, everyone turned to look at him (thus interrupting their class time), but making a ruckus for other people to hear is where he drew the line. God, he really needs to get his act together before he officially has no chance with you, he’s so ridiculous.

Of course, he found it immature that his biggest worry at the moment was his troublesome feelings for his best friend, and not something of substance like grades or music, but that’s just who he is. (He’d never blame you for it.) Though the innate yearning that teenagers have for romance has been told of for years and years, he’ll—at times—stupidly talk himself into believing he’s the only one who has such perverse thoughts of others. It’s not like he doesn’t know it’s senseless, it’s just… whatever. In any case, it’s his own misfortune in of itself. (Which is not something he really needs right now, what with hacking up a lung and all.)

You’d probably think he looks so stupid right now, leaning over a dirty school toilet, kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor. You were the only opinion he just couldn’t shake. It seemed ironically fitting for a boy such as himself to be there; maybe getting sick was karma for being the way he is. He’d see later if he could try praying away his sin on the walk home. Ha!

Another cough wracks his body at the thought of your disgust, and a strange sense of adrenaline overtakes him; akin the feeling of fight or flight you get just before puking. He wracks his brain for the meaning of it all. Just why are you suddenly filling him with so much dread?—Well, more than usual. It’s conveniently almost enough to distract from the fact that he’s turning his body inside out.

Ah, too late.

The contents of his filthy stomach finally reach where he’s coughing from, pooling into a disgusting, viscose shape floating at the top of the water. He doesn’t have enough time to think about the sick, for he has continued to choke savagely on his own breath. He hacks for a while, for a moment he actually thinks this is where he will die. Will God truly subject him to the embarrassment of lying next to a dirty toilet full of bile? Can dead people even be embarrassed?—

What’s that?

His choking finally breaks, but he can’t feel relief for very long.

A small pink petal floats on the top of all the mess, he’s watched enough shows to know what it means. This may just be the first time in his life he hasn’t felt compelled to find out more. His brain goes fuzzy with understanding, for a moment he isn’t even there. He can’t reach a single image in his mind as he stares at the innocent symbol of youth and beauty.

He must’ve eaten something pretty crazy, huh? What a stupid boy he is, thinking that way. Ha! To think he’d fall victim to such nonsense! He should go outside more. Catching a rare, romanticized illness as a highschool boy? He isnt some girl. He doesn’t covet you so much as to die. He has a small crush—not even! A fondness!

He laughs for a while, running his hand through his hair as he stands up. He washes his hands just that much harder and only comes to when he notices the redness of them. When did that happen? He must’ve hit them on the desk, he can really be so careless! The automatic faucet no longer registers his hand as a humans and he curses it with annoyance. He feels so sorry he ever thought such a brain-dead idea. His anger is only heightened when he realizes he’ll have to walk back to class with pruny, red fingers. He really does hate that class, he must have another half hour-

The bell rings? But it’s only… 11? Ah, he must’ve been in class longer than he thought. He had only been in the bathroom for five minutes at most! Days feel shorter and shorter recently, maybe he’s been sleeping too much! He takes a sharp turn, his body subconsciously wandering to where you eat together with him. He doesn’t even heed the stares of his classmates, he’s stopped noticing actually, it’s not that big of a surprise, not like he’s been all that bothered much anymore. He doesn’t heed much of anything, now that he’s thinking—or struggling to think—about it.

He just sits with this blank stare, naturally waiting for you, as if you had to tag him out. He can’t hold an idea in his head for longer than a second, that is, until you walk by. The world stops spinning and he’s hit with a sudden overwhelming feeling of intoxication. Lucidity hits him like a thousand bricks, he can’t help from wondering if “they” are letting out hormones causing him to feel so good around you. What are “they”? Nothing. He doesn’t care to explain to any reader what’s going on. Some can be too stupid to understand.

A rise of euphoria bubbles into his throat and he can’t help but look at you with wide eyes. His good humor is back.

“Hi,” he breathes, his trance lifted.

Now, you (completely in the dark about this whole situation) didn’t exactly know why he was staring at you so intently. It made you feel the slightest bit self conscious, so you decided to inspect him further. His cheeks were blotchy, his pupils were blown, there was this strange stain on his collar—Jeez, what happened to his hands?

“Hi?” You make yourself comfortable next to him, pulling out your lunchbox. “We can go inside if it’s too wet, i just thought it might be nice—“

“No! It’s fine!” He shakes his head fervently. He does feel the need to do something, though. He doesn’t have any homework, and it’s not like he can play with his machines from school. He bounces his knee restlessly, trying desperately to start a conversation.

“So, h—“

“Are you—“

“Sorry, go ahead,” you prompt, not wanting to pass up an opportunity to hear him chat you up while in good spirits (very good, you noticed.) He’s been a little down in the dumps recently—not that you were paying extra attention to him or anything—so it was welcome.

This, however, was preposterous to him. The mere thought of taking up the sacred time he has with you with something as needless as what he had to say was sickening—sacrilege! He waves you off, his hands hasty from the rush.

“I was only gonna ask how your day was!” He blurts, the trembling of his body growing more and more apparent. He needs to hear all about it.

On a different day, he’d be a little more reluctant to be so obvious with you, but a parasite has turned him shameless. He would make an ass of himself to keep chasing this feeling, his chest feels so light he thinks he could faint. He hears the blood going to his ears, pounding into his skull with the fragility of a hammer. The monotonous world he was just in was bustling once again. He can’t help but feel giddy when you open your mouth.

You talk about nothing of particular importance. What you had for breakfast, who was in your first period, but despite the inconsequence, he’s desperately hung on every word. His head nods hastily, agreeing as if you were delivering a speech. He was sure that you’d be thrilled to have him listen so intently, but, if anything, your uneasiness only grew with each word he wasn’t speaking.

He was oblivious to your self-consciousness, as previously stated. Yes, there had to have been a small part of him that was mortified at the way he was acting, but he couldn’t find it in his whole self to mind. It would be redundant to say, once again, how desperate he was for the euphoria you brought him, so it won’t be recorded.

“Rui, are you… good?” You break him out of his mind, making him realize that he hadn’t been listening to your last few sentences. Damnit! How could he be so stupid as to ignore you? His excitement dulls for a moment, only a moment, at the feeling of worthlessness his ignorance has created. He’s terrified to go back to the anhedonia of his day—of his life?—without you. Is that how the rest of his life will be when you’re not around? Is grey what he will see until he dies?

Why would he die? He’s not suffering from anything, his chest just feels so tight recently. He probably pulled something at rehearsal the day before. Yes, that’s it. He recalls pulling something in his chest the day before. The excitement just messed with his memory, that’s all. No need to worry—

He coughs, his body curling in on itself once again, panicking. It was one thing to be alone and choking, to be disgusting in the comfort of his own company, but it’s another to hack up blood in front of you, having you watch as his body wracks itself from the strain. He waves his hands once again, desperate. He is fine... He has a small cold… Yes, he pulled something the day prior… He’s very clumsy….

He didn’t puke this time, he merely coughed up a petal. Ha! How odd it was to do such a thing!

Your horror is a given. It would be needless to say why, but it will be explained anyway (for the sake of clarity).

You had only learned about hanahaki from a recent showing of a musical he’d taken you to a few months ago. You had—admittedly—been slightly skeptical on the idea, thinking it was just another foreign concept for people to amuse themselves, but after a long debate on the topic, you had found out that it was, in fact, real (though uncommon).

It was a great shock to you that someone as agreeable as your best friend would be burdened with an illness of unrequited love. (In a moment of self reflection you would admit to yourself that he would be, in fact, very easy to love. You’d never say those words aloud, though, in fear of him getting the wrong idea.) The thought of your friend suffering from something so agonizing and potentially fatal was enough to make bile rise to your throat, but a new emotion soon followed it; anger. How dare someone not return his feelings? The nerve of this person to not want to spend their every moment with such a wonderful person is absurd! They must be an idiot, you couldn’t imagine being so dense.

He sees the color drain from your face and he’s not so out of his mind as to be ignorant to it. He can only assume you’re going to figure out his secret, who else could it be? Once again his world goes dark and hopeless, the mania he once rode on proceeding to crash and burn before he could appreciate it was even there. Everything has become dissonant, lacking harmony, or substance. He questions what an existence is where you don’t see him. It’s truly better to die than to live that way. After you mock him, he can simply just jump off the school roof. It would be tricky, but-

“Rui…” Your coddling voice rings out, filling his mouth with a sickly-sweet taste. Save him the embarrassment and pity, won’t you? You needn’t concern yourself with trivial matters, go on, now.

“Who is it?”

He freezes. He hadn’t excepted that. Could it be you were playing coy so as to not shoulder the guilt? No, that can’t be it. As unsound as he is, he knows you better than that. You would be true to yourself, he knows that’s the kind of person you are.

He’s furious with himself and you. He can’t believe he would ever think so lowly of you as to believe you’d actually talk him to suicide. What was with him? Hadn’t he had a relationship with you at all? He knows you well—too well—so it’s unthinkable he’d mischaracterize you. But on the other hand, he hardens himself on the fact you don’t know about his feelings. As appalling and depraved as it sounds, he’d never been subtle. Willfully ignorant, yes. Your subconscious must despise him so much as to block out any possible cues to your mind. How humiliating!

A thought races into his head; how is he to answer your question? He simply cannot say that he has feelings for you, he’s better off shooting himself in the foot and trying to run away. He tries to conjure up anybody he could be believably infatuated with, and much to his embarrassment only four people come to mind.

Emu? No, that would never work. She is much too… much. You’d never believe such an idiotic thing.

Tsukasa? Same problem. Claiming to have feelings for him would only stir up unwanted controversy.

Mizuki? Out of the question. You’ve had multiple conversations in which he’s told you how unromantic his love is for them. In hindsight, he should’ve covered his bases more. He’s so stupid.

Nene?

Nene!

It was a perfect crime. She knew about his feelings for you, so even if you did go to her, she’d have the brains to question him privately afterwards. They’re always accused of dating, they’re known for being close, she’s a very likable girl—God, Tsukasa couldn’t think of a better plan himself! Sometimes he could be a very calculated boy!

“Nene…” He rasps out, his head hung low to hide a sick smile. This is it. His hope is gone and he will die; die knowing that he was able to be saved if not for the circumstances. Everyone dies anyway, so why not now? why not yesterday, or the day before, or the year before? What difference is it to him, or to you for that matter!? If he were to drop to his knees and kick the bucket, would that change the course of the future? He’s, of course, not so arrogant to assume such! Such brainless sentiments aren’t reserved for him at the moment. And what is the future? The future has already happened! It’s over! Humans will be gone for good, the earth with explode, everything that will happen has happened. What use is one teenager’s life?

“Nene?” If he hears that name one more time, he may just vomit. He feels guilty to put the blame of his illness onto his bosom friend, but he’s sure she’d understand. Anyone who had any brain would do the same thing he has, so it’s not worth feeling guilty over.

You, on the other hand, are shocked once again. You had never expected it to be Nene. You anticipated someone more distant, far enough out of reach to warrant the one-sidedness. You supposed it wasn’t too far-fetched for him to be in love with Nene, they did spend their whole lives together. Yes, it wasn’t hard to believe when you really thought about it, but now you’re left frustrated at the state of things. Why didn’t Nene return his feelings? You’d thought for sure—

“Did you tell her?”

Great. His time would now be spent more productively if he dug his own grave, or made good of that promise to jump. Is he so inhumane with himself as to keep his this lie going before his death? No, he couldn’t… But what if… Whatever.

“I can’t.” Just shut up and lie in it. Prolonging this is inhumane, even for him.

“Why not?” You’re not helping. Why can’t you have the compassion to leave him be? You’re doing this to mess with him, aren’t you? Do you laugh at the fact he will surely die soon? You’re even worse than him. He can’t believe he loves you.

He loves you enough to die for it, he’d better humble himself.

Another cough.

“Rui! Hey, hey, you don’t need to tell me, it’s okay!” You rub his back, holding him so tenderly he starts to believe he died by some strange twist of fate and ended up in the afterlife. (Even in his suffering, his inner-monologue refused to use the word ‘heaven’. He had read in The Bible that suicide is a sin. He wonders what the perimeters are for an unrequited love gone involuntarily, yet very just, death.)

It pops into his mind that he’s still with you, and it sounds a little contradictory to say, but he’s annoyed. Not at you, no, never at you, but is it too much to ask to die at peace? (Well, as much peace he can have with the circumstances.) Must he be tortured with your face?

He stands up, his coughing seizing for a moment. He thanks whoever’s up there for letting him get through his sentences without choking. He looks down at you, still in your previous position.

“I don’t feel well,” he says curtly. What an idiotic statement! Obviously he doesn’t feel well, he just coughed up a flower. He talks to talk, what a brainless pastime! He should just walk away.

“I could’ve told you that,” you reply. “Do you want me to take you to—“

“I’m fine,” he rejects, walking away.

A worrying exchange…

You decide you need to help your friend. You can’t just watch him die.

That day, Rui walks home with the eloquence of a man on trial, trudging as if his fate had already been decided—it has. What can he do about it? He can’t even begin to imagine what death is. The thought that he will simply cease to exist, that he will just return from whence he came, no consciousness weighing him; it’s terrifying. People say “a fate worse than death” without thinking, but what is worse than death? Torture keeps you sane, mediocrity keeps you comfortable; death ends, that’s it. There’s nothing. Pain can stop, dullness can be invigorated, you cannot bring someone back from the dead! What a moronic fantasy to entertain! He’s going to die! He will die. Death, dying, and all words similar make him want to scream. Mortality is such a cruel idea. He tries to tell himself he shouldn’t worry about it, that it will come either way and should be accepted for a natural part of life, but he can’t stop himself. What is the point of anything if he is meant to die? He can’t control it.

It starts to rain, which is only another thing he has no say over. He grasps for any semblance of choice, of say, but all he finds is a pitiful snail making its way across the pavement.

He stops in horror, examining the sorry thing. They’re both alive, yes, that snail is living its only life, the same as him. He thinks of the amount of people who run their bikes over them without a second thought, he thinks of watching his peers pour salt to amuse themselves for a moment or two. They’ve probably forgotten taking lives. As previously stated, he takes better care to step around them when the air becomes dewy. It wouldn’t feel right to have such disregard for life, especially now.

He starts to think of all the bugs he’s slapped, all the stay cats he’s shooed away, all the rats he’s trapped, and it makes him feel sick. They are all dead now, their one life was ended. He should feel lucky he (at least) had a good run. He got to be a human being, isn’t that something? At least he lived 17 years, instead of a couple weeks. That snail will be dead in a few days if not caught, no doubt. Which is better; to live for as long as your body can, or die for the betterment of another? Isn’t that what his disease is… in a way? With or without meaning to, you hunted and killed him, stripping him of his choice. He is now the person in ethics questions who is tied to the tracks! Ha!

That snail has only moved a couple inches since he’s been watching…

He’s hit with a sudden wave of resentment.

Must be nice, huh? Being able to live so leisurely. The deplorable thing is surely not aware of its own existence. The more he thinks, the worse this resentment becomes. He’s so unlucky to be a human being, everything he’s stated before has been proven false. People are idiotic and dense. How braindead is it to become the only species capable of existential thought? Do we as a society benefit from such? He wouldn’t entertain the idea. Sure, other animals know they have the possibility to die, but they don’t actually grasp what it truly means. The more he thinks, animals cant love too, which is what caused his untimely death to begin with. Ignorance is bliss. Only the dumb are comfortable.

The tip of his fingers vibrate and go numb as his body fills with unbridled fury. How dare this thing taunt him? How dare it spark this conversation? If it could hold a thought in its head, it would no longer be moving; it would scream as he is now. How lucky is it, being able to live life without strain? It could barely be considered living, actually, he’d be surprised if it had a brain at all. What a depraved, useless, insignificant, and unenlightened waste of air.

In a fit of passion, he crushes a shell and the parasite inside. He drags its remains across the pavement.

It was going to die anyway.

[tearwolfe]

As an idol, Tsukasa's contract prohibits him from forming a romantic relationship with anyone. A star like him could live perfectly fine on his own, anyway. He was used to holding people at a distance.

Rui was no different. Their relationship wasn't real. It wasn't allowed. Their countless nights spent together visiting expensive shops and watching musical performances were just a bit of fun. Even if love was shared between them, they could never make it official.

As long as Tsukasa aimed for the stardom he so desperately desired.

It seemed that Tsukasa's arrogance would catch up to him. As much as he longed for Rui's embrace, it never dawned on him to reach out to Rui past that. Rui wasn't just some lovesick fanboy. And if Tsukasa were ever able to look past his own narcissism, maybe he would have realized that.

Tsukasa's vanity would be what severed the one true escape he had from his turmoil. Rui really did try his best to show Tsukasa to look past himself, to find enjoyment in life off the stage. He was naiive to think that he could fix Tsukasa, and naiive to fall in love with him.

Tsukasa's words were painful and Rui's patience was running thin. After his final words, Rui left Tsukasa in the street, cutting the string connecting them that he so desperately had tied.

Perhaps Rui would also find fault in his own failure to change Tsukasa with how his story ends.

NEXT

note: tsukasa and rui's argument is much longer, but more of the same, paraphrased, tsukasa being adamant that his status as a celebrity puts him on a higher level than rui. i just didn't want to draw 20 frames of their faces as they argued.

also, tsukasa is not intending to be fatphobic to rui. his point is that non-idols don't have to worry about what they eat, drink, put on their body, but since he's an idol, he can't just willy-nilly eat whatever. he unfortunately suffers from toxic idol diet culture and is not self-aware of this.

[snowmoonwrites]

Your Touch on My Skin

Tokyo Debunker

Rui x Reader

Tags: Fluff, slight emotional hurt/comfort, smut, frottage, clothed sex, oral sex

You sat in Mortkranken’s underground lab. It wasn’t the first time you were here. Yet, this time seemed more important than any other before. Maybe because this time wasn’t for you. While your curse has been dealt with. Your boyfriend’s remained. Well, not for much longer. After all, with years of research, trials and errors. The Mortkranken duo had claimed to have finally found the cure. When Yuri tried to actually explain what they had done, it was like listening to another independent language. 

So that’s where you found yourself. Anxiously waiting for a chance to finally hold Rui’s hand, hug him close, kiss him, and maybe some other things too. It was a long road to get where you two were. Even when he flirted with you back when you had just met. It was like an invite to get closer, yet as you started to get to know him better you realized it was but a front that he put on. To hide his pain and suffering. As you got closer, reaching out towards him, the colder he got, running further away from you. But you were persistent, even when he refused to look you in the eye, even when you had to appear at random times at the Obscuary dorm to catch him. Even after that, your relationship was rocky with him being unsure about his ability to stay beside you without accidentally killing you. 

Yet through thick and thin, your stubbornness won out in the end. And while it wasn’t the typical romance with holding hands and kissing in every corner of the Academy, you have been happy. 

Even now, as you waited anxiously, you were positive that even if this possibility turned out negatively, it wouldn’t impact your security in the relationship. Even if you could never touch him, even if he can never touch you, you wouldn’t want anyone else to share your life with. However, you also knew how  desperate he was to be normal again, to be able to share all the boring things together. 

When Jiro called you in later, you were both nervous and excited. When you looked at Rui, you could see the same emotions reflected on his face and in his body language. When Yuri put a little potted plant in front of him, you watched as he pulled one of his gloves off and hesitantly reached out to touch it.

When it didn’t immediately turn to dust, hope moved into his light, rose coloured eyes. Yet he still held onto the plant for minutes, maybe would have continued to hold onto it indefinitely if Yuri didn’t become annoyed and ordered you two out of his office. As you were standing before the Mortkranken dormitory you looked at him.

“Do you think we can try holding hands?”

He looked at you immediately, that you were afraid he might hurt himself. His mouth moved without giving out sounds. It was cute, so alien from his always chattering on to fill the space between you. Of all the flirting, that, while changed over time in your relationship, never ceased. 

“Are you sure,” he asked, unsure still. 

“Yup!” You reach out and gently reach to his hand, letting him pull back the second before you would touch. When he tentatively reached back, you clasped them together. Hearing him let out a quiet gasp, you let him get used to the skin contact he had been missing for so long and smiled up at him. 

“This is… great, honestly,” his voice was shaky, the flirt you had been introduced to at first was overwhelmed by the sheer emotions a touch can bring. You didn’t want to be in his stead for all those years, living without a touch, fearing even the thought. What it could be like. How it felt after to finally get the first drop of water in the desert. 

“How about we go back to your dorm,” you asked, seeing how he fared. He wouldn’t want the whole school to see him in this state. At his nod you started to pull him towards Obscuary. The day’s sun changed to the ever crescent moon of the dorm’s grounds. You led him to his room, the farthest from the other two’s in an attempt to save them from himself. 

As you settled down onto his bed, pulling him to sit down, you finally felt him relax, believing that it was all true, that he no longer had to be cautious of accidental manslaughter.

“What do you need,” you asked, squeezing his hand lightly. 

He looked at you, finally showing some of his bravado. The usual playfulness glinted in his eyes once again as he pulled you down with him. You landed squarely on his bed, half on top of him.

“Can I hold you for a while?” He pulled you closer, burrowing into you, as if trying to soak up as much contact as possible. 

“Sure,” you held him back, petting his hair slowly. It was just as silky as you have imagined. Like a well groomed kitty’s fur. You would love to play with it until Obscuary’s night turns into day again.

As you petted him, from his hair to his back, alternating between the two, you could feel as the tension left his body. He slowly fell asleep in your embrace. And as you watched his peaceful expression while clinging to you, you let the sleep pull you under too.

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You woke to the quiet whimpers Rui let out in his sleep, clutching you closer to himself. 

“No!!” He gasped out, waking himself and immediately pushing you away. 

“Hush, I’m fine, look,” you could guess his nightmare. It didn’t take an astrophysicist to guess it. You gently laid your hand on his cheek. It took a while for him to calm down and believe that he did not, in fact, kill you. When his breath normalized once again, he looked at you, resembling a kicked puppy if you were honest.

“I’m sorry to wake you up.”

“It’s fine.” You murmured to him and kissed his temple. His breath hitched but then he turned to you. Gently, still so very afraid, he cupped your face and brought you closer, your breaths mingling in the space in between you.

“Is this okay,” you heard him ask. You nodded and closed the distance between you.

It was just as magical as you would have thought when you were little and read the magical kiss that would turn a frog into a prince by breaking a curse. Well, the order may have differed this time. The prince has always been a prince, and the curse had to broken first, but one thing was the same. The love between the two people, in the fairy tales and here, in his bed.

As the kiss deepened he let his hands wander slowly, feeling you exist, not crumble at his mere touch.

“Can I touch you some more? I want to feel you. I wish to see you flush under my hands. Oh, how much I fantasized about you such, darling.”

Oh, you weren’t actually ready for the full attention you would get from him now. Not only his words, but his touch from now on. You might as well die here right now from happiness and embarrassment. While you weren’t unfamiliar with each others’ bodies, touch will be a new factor. You couldn’t even count how many times he talked you through your orgasms. If all those words will be paired with his touch now… You might as well combust now!

“Yes,” you answered back, also taking the liberty to run your hand down his back and grabbing his shirt. As he helped you out of yours, you also stripped him. You felt his back under your hands, his muscles that he developed by literally always being in motion due to his excess energy, the smooth skin that was near feverish hot in his aroused state. All the small details you couldn’t memorize until this day.

And he did the same with you, starting out at your belly, featherlight touches that were on the verge of being ticklish. Up to your shoulders, down on your arms, where he interlocked his fingers with yours. Then his mouth took over, following the invisible path that his fingers made before.

As he reached the underside of your breasts, he stopped, nudging your bra.

“Can I take this off?” You nodded at his request and lifted yourself up to unclasp it. As it fell away, the cold air making goosebumps rise on your skin. He softly cupped one in his hand while leaning over you again as you laid back.

“Fuck, baby you are perfect. Fit so good in my hand,” he whispered into your mouth, drawing you into a kiss. He caressed the skin, circling your nipple with his thumb, squeezing you periodically. With his hands moving so, your breath became heavier, arousal pooling in your stomach and small moans slipped into the kiss.

Not one to leave him unattended to, you caressed down his back before your hands changed course and found his erection. He gasped into your mouth and instinctually thrust into your hand.

“Not playing fair anymore, huh? Let me explore you some more too.”

He lowered his head to play with your breast, placing gentle kisses on the underside, biting into the flesh to mark you as his. When he reached your nipple he sucked on it, playing to his heart’s content with his tongue, fanning the flames in your body, drawing out gasps and moans. His hand wasn’t rest either, pulling your leg up, he settled in between them to reach you better.

It was better than the fantasies, you would bet it was better than any toys or anyone else, just because it was him playing your body like an instrument. A willing one for sure. You lifted your hips to get a sliver of relief to your hot pussy while also stimulating him. You pulled him into your breasts more, threading your fingers through his hair to encourage him.

“That feels so good, Rui,” you told him when he looked up through his eyelashes. You bucked your hips, trying to bring him pleasure, grinding on his erection the best you could in this position. 

After finding the position completely ridiculous to stay in, you rolled him with a push to his shoulder. You let him lean back against the headboard, then promptly straddled him. Grinding down onto him, his hands clutched you closer and pulled you down into him more.

“You look so beautiful above me, as if you were made for me.” He pulled you down harder, thrusting his hips up as you grinded on him faster. The room was hot, the chilly air replaced by your breaths, the rising body temperatures. The silence broken by your moans, his grunts and the noises your bodies produced while chasing pleasure. 

“You feel so good, Rui. So good for me.” You pulled him into a filthy kiss, picking up the pace, then rasped into his ear. “I love you.”

Going by the sounds he made, it wouldn’t take long for him to orgasm. You couldn’t blame him, you didn’t fare any better. After the time you spent without his touch, after the time he spent without any touch. As he clutched you harder and his movements became erratic you let him twitch under you. Heard his gasp, which ended in a soft moan. It was intoxicating, bringing him pleasure like this. If you weren’t completely soaking your panties until now, well this would have totally made it so. Whether his slacks were wet from your arousal or his own cum? Probably the mixture of both. Which was totally hot.

He looked at you, somewhere between shy, irritated, and apologetic after he came down from his high. 

“That was unfair,” came the pouting complaint.

“That was hot. You looked so sexy. And felt even better,” you praised, showering him with a myriad of kisses. 

“What about you?” He pulled you closer, as if wanting to swallow you whole. He rested his head on your shoulder, biting into your skin, leaving a mark. He soothed the slight pain with kitten licks, all the while staring into your eyes seductively. 

“I’m fine.” You petted his hair, letting him know that it wasn’t a need to go out of his way for you now. It wouldn’t be the first time you went to sleep with arousal still brimming in your veins. It was nice to be able to do something for him. 

“Nah. Let me taste you some more tonight,” he kissed the words into your skin. When you nodded in consent, he laid you down, making a home for himself in between your thighs. His hands trailing up your legs. You let him undress you completely, only your black tights stayed on you, giving you a debauched look even before he touched you down there.

He placed your legs on his shoulder as he licked you in a long stripe. You let out a gasp at the new stimuli, no one has ever done this to you yet. He dived in with enthusiasm, tasting you to his heart’s content, licking into you, flicking your clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth to play with it. The feeling was indescribably good, it lit your body on fire with each flick and suction. 

“You taste divine, dear.”

He looked up at one of your louder moans. Licking his lips slowly, so seductively, tasting your slick even more. It shined on his lips, and down his chin, letting you know just how much you were producing, how fucking much he turns you on. He let his thumb take over his tongue’s work, putting pressure onto your clit and circling it. Making you positively purr at his attention.

“I found the perfect recipe for a night to remember…” He flicked your clit, making you cry out at the feeling, he knew just how to fan the flames in your veins to bring you to your peak as fast as the Galaxy Express travels everywhere.

“It starts with you. Ends with you. And has nothing but you in between.” He kissed a bruise into your thigh with each sentence, marking you unrecoverably as his. His to cherish, to pleasure, to dote on. “Preferably in my bed. Riding my tongue, my fingers, my cock.” 

You were so close already, as he leaned back down playing your body as he wished you saw the end line in all its glory. When he added his finger to the mix, inserting it into you, trying to find your G-spot, one of your hands shot out to take his free one, interlocking your fingers. When he crooked his finger, he found it with a precision of someone who played with your body countless times before. The double assault was too much, his mouth on your clit and his fingers in you. You tried to warn him, trying moving your hips away, but he followed you as if you were the first pond of fresh water in a desert. Given the futility, you let your body take over. Your free hand found his hair, pulling him even closer  to your pussy if possible, trying to feel all of the pleasure at once. Your voice must have been loud enough to wake the dead.

As you fell, his hand remained a link to the real world while you rode out your orgasm. When you got back to your sober, if orgasm - doped mind, you let go of Rui’s hair, letting him straighten up. 

“Sorry,” you apologized immediately. It wasn’t in your plans to strangle him! 

He chuckled. And when you met his eyes, he looked satisfied, his lips red, and slightly puffy from all the kissing and other activities, and if you thought he was wet from you before… He licked his finger, tasting you some more before he wiped his face. 

“I wish to do this everyday. Seeing you fall apart so beautifully for me is addicting,” he told you matter of factly, gathering you in his arms and getting up. “Maybe I should take you in the bar next. Up on the counter, so I can always remember when a patron annoys me.” He walked towards the bathroom to clean up both of you. You swatted his shoulder playfully, leaning into his embrace, letting yourself be pampered a bit.

“You will first take me back to your bed and fuck me properly.” You nuzzled into him, feeling sleepy once again. You were sure that after the bath that Rui no doubt will pamper you with, you will fall asleep in his arms. And he will sleep in yours. After all, there was no rush, you had all the time now. You could enjoy each other whenever, wherever, and however long you wished to. It was a sweet knowledge. Sweet as the kiss he placed on your lips as he lowered you into the tub of hot water, following you in afterwards. 

“Deal.”

[oddine]

do you have any rsk headcannons ? :3

If rsk is ruikasa then YES. YES YES.

Rui faints every so often, Tsukasa catches him and knows not to worry because he helped Saki when she was younger with this!!!!!!

Tsukasa puts sticky face masks on Rui and Rui DIES from the texture (self projecting)

Tsukasa once stubbed his toe on robonene and Rui implemented an entire anti-toe-stubbing cushion system on her

RUI HAS A CAT AND DIDN'T KNOW TSUKASA WAS ALLERGIC TO CATS UNTIL HE CAME OVER FOR THE FIRST TIME AND DIED

They watch Hamilton every Sunday night. Religiously.

Rui once tried sewing something for Tsukasa's birthday, but poked himself too much and gave it to Tsukasa with an entire medical cabinet on his hands

Leo need once caught them kissing on the railing of Tsukasa's room.

RUI PAINTS HIS NAILS EVERY 2 SECONDS. Tsukasa is not an exception (they have matching blue thumbs)

Rui made a tiny little Tsukasa robot that would play a recording of his laugh, and he plays it everytime he misses him

TSUKASA TENMA CAN LIFT RUI KAMISHIRO ON HIS SHOULDERS WITHOUT DIFFICULTY.

Rui once had a dream about soda candy and woke up biting Tsukasa (which later turned into an ACCIDENTAL hickey that they had to explain)

Before they were dating, they accidentally kissed once by walking into each other when they weren't watching their steps. EMUNENE HAD TO FORCE THEM TO STOP BEING SO AWKWARD.

Tsukasa ALWAYS dusts when he's at Rui's house because Rui is sensitive to it, but he never cleans

BIPOLAR TSUKASA. AUTISTIC RUI.

(^ projecting 🤤)

(Trans Rui headcanon) Rui has HORRIBLE period cramps because I'm giving them to him. Tsukasa is forced to go to the store and get him soda candy

They're both relatively good at drawing!!!!!

EUROPEAN TSUKASA. THAT IS A LOUD BLONDE MAN. (80% of poland)

(^ projecting WHO CAN TELL)

Rui's bones are very very weak,, he passed out directly after konton boogie

Getting into semi sensitive ones,,, nothing graphic (I HOPE) (it's just me self projecting ARE WE SURPRISED)

Rui used to be in ballet classes, but he stopped in middle school because he lost the energy

(TW??? I'M SELF PROJECTING AGAIN I'M SORRYYYY) Rui has a million scars on his fingers from projects, and some on his forearms that he also tells Tsukasa are from projects. He doesn't want Tsukasa to worry...

Tsukasa forgets to eat a lot,,, NOT ON PURPOSE, OBVIOUSLY. Rui always brings a couple extra snacks in his bag for practice in case Tsukasa forgets again!!!!!

Rui will shut down once in awhile because of memories from middle school, Tsukasa always kisses away his tears and GGHSGHHHGHFHFHF 😭😭😭❤️❤️

Tsukasa always gets a little TOO scared when Rui faints and stays out for more than 20 seconds, he thinks it's just a reflex from when he and Saki were younger :(

Rui always goes over to Tsukasa's house if he's having a manic episode!!! Whether that be just to listen to him talk and run out of breath, or just feeding him soup while he writes down ideas for a script ❤️❤️ (I'm not romanticizing it guys I'M LITERALLY PROJECTING PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY)

Rui cried the first time Tsukasa said "I love you", like genuine full on SOBBING. This man was trembling and Tsukasa was like "ARE YOU OKAY????? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG I'M SORRY?????????"

Follow for more bangers

[somniumfaults]

"do you think we'll be together in every lifetime?"

ngl... i kinda made myself sad writing this one DDFHSKDJLKFGL... this was inspired by some chats I had w my guildies so shoutout to them for giving me fuel to break their hearts to <3 also a fill for @mastering-procrastinating's request ^^

listening to Toxy while posting this and ironically enough, I think the lyrics are kind of fitting LOL

to clarify if it doesn't become clear, this fic plays into the theory that haku's ability is time-travel-related! I definitely encourage reading that post bc its interesting and will give some perspective, but it's not necessary! :D also inspired by this and this tweets

pairing: haku kusanagi x reader

rating: G

prompt: “do you think we’ll be together in every lifetime?”

tags: established relationship, angst, time loop theory

Previous // part 3 of the “in every lifetime” series! // Next

“Do you think we’ll be together in every life?”

It’s only hours of practiced nonchalance that keeps him from coughing as he drinks his tea. As it is, the tightening of his fingers around the cup is enough of a slip in his control. He carefully measures each emotion he allows himself to give for others to see, and yet somehow, against all of his experience and expectations, you always manage to catch him off guard.

A part of him finds it beautiful. After all this time, he knows that you will always be just as charming as when he first met you. A breath of fresh air in the monotony of his days, making sure he’s never as bored as he could be. On the other hand, this is the one part of you he can never predict as well as he wishes he could. You make his life eternally difficult without even trying, hardly lifting a finger to break down his facades time and time again.

The worst part is that he knows you truly aren’t trying. To you, this is a simple question with an equally straightforward answer. A romantic indulgence at most. You don’t mean to send his mind scrambling for answers. You aren’t carefully dissecting him for his responses, knowingly carving away until you can cut into the part of his heart that you know will hurt the most. To you, this is love.

The worst part is that to you, this is love.

If it wasn’t love, it wouldn’t hurt. If it wasn’t love, he wouldn’t even be standing here. If it wasn’t love, the touch of your hand in his wouldn't justify everything he’s done up until now and then some as worth it. He wouldn’t feel like crying at such an innocuous question, wouldn’t clench his jaw and plaster on an easy smile with an indulgent head tilt to sweeten the deal. The princess that rolls off his tongue wouldn’t feel like a match lit in his mouth.

“Where’s this coming from, princess?”

(When you raise your brow at his response, he wonders how long it takes for the lies he lives to become truths. When will it finally become enough?)

You shrug. “Rui and I were talking about it earlier. With how things are looking for me nowadays… I thought it would be a nice thought, y’know? To be soulmates. We wouldn’t have to worry about sad goodbyes or anything.”

You don’t know what he’ll do for you. You’ll never know. You can never know. You can’t know.

He hums. 

“That would be nice,” he muses with a soft smile on his face, and it’s a relief when your expression of budding suspicion falls in the face of love. No matter how many lies he may tell, his love for you will never be one of them. The rest are nothing you need to further stress yourself over, no matter how difficult it gets to predict your doubts. “Knowing the trouble you attract, I’m sure our next meeting will be just as interesting as this one was.”

You bristle lightheartedly at the teasing, and he can’t help but let out a real, genuine laugh at it. The brightness of the smile he gets in return makes it worth it.

This is what it’s all for. Everything for this.

One day neither of you will have to worry about soulmates, lifetimes, or goodbyes. He won’t have to lie to you as easily as he breathes, and this burden will no longer be his to carry. But until that day comes, he can take solace in the sound of your laughter and the knowledge that with each failure, your peace comes in a next life of love.

This time, he won’t fail.

[aayakashii]

I sent some ideas to Jeun-bug about how MC definitely had at least one GA student call them attractive or confess on wickhive and the ghouls going crazy but the MC thinking it’s just because they can’t believe someone would like them, and I just love the idea because my autistic ass would NOT be able to read through the lines of the tsundere helpless romantics or the more subtle flirts. Like, in text or games I can see it more clearly, but Jin’s way of flirting or even Sho’s? It’s go right over my head. Or I would catch part of it, but it’d be after the moment passed or I’d talk myself out of it. Also I’m just never sure about romantic stuff.

Jin giving me the dresses? He just wants to make sure I don’t embarrass him. He dances with me? I’m the honor student that can enhance stigmas, it’s a power play/im the only AFAB person that he tolerates here so he’s just doing what he needs to do as a public figure. He basically runs to protect me in the pit at the start of the Vagastrom mission? He was really there for Lucas or didn’t want to lose the stigma enhancement. He gives me a yacht for a mission? It was just for a mission, not for me really, besides, rich people have no concept of money. He quadrupled the reward to get the ghouls to cooperate? Again, rich people with no money consciousness, besides he is attached to darkwick and needs things to work out! Plays the Queen’s birthday song for my birthday? It’s the only birthday song that matched his tastes! Going to the birthday party I planned? It’s a “screw you” to Tohma, not for me. Wanting to know my dress? Well he said he would only potentially match, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sho? I could definitely see myself starting to believe it, but then Leo would say shit and even though I know he’s a piece of shit, it would be enough to doubt it and I wouldn’t say or do anything without Sho being direct about it.

Haku and Rui I would believe it’s just a joke. They flirt with everyone, I’m not special. Besides, I’ve had guys flirt or ask me out as a joke before so it’s not a stretch to believe it happens again.

Kaito is desperate for any girl, not for me, so I wouldnt take him seriously.

Towa is obsessed with having a soulmate, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s me. I’d just assume I’m a fun placeholder until he finds the person he considers his soulmate.

Idk, just such a fun idea to explore!!!

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We are literally the same person, I physically cannot believe anyone would ever be interested in me and these are all the exact excuses I'd give to myself for each and every one of them 😭😭😭 I'd love to explore this idea, but I think I'd end up making it very angsty 💀 except maybe with Jin because he's so obviously whipped for MC that I think it could actually become a cute romantic thing

But like Haku, Rui, Kaito, Towa, Sho, all of these... oh I would write angst with a capital A 🧍🏻‍♀️

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @stellas-starry-stories13 request: toya, rui, and akito with a gf who loves children and babies? :3

thanks pookie <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ofc!!! I actually had lots of fun writing it hihi ^^

I hope I didn't mischatactarize anyone cuz... I didn't real ALL events yet but... Yeah! Hopefully it's good!!

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✧ I feel like Akito is not only bad but also gets annoyed by kids pretty easily... so you're like opposites!

✧ it's not like he intends to be rude, but he doesn't necessarily puts "good face" when he's taking to one

✧ but if he sees that you clearly have a soft spot for them, he'll try to at least not scare them

✧ though every time after you walk away from a kid, he'll usually complain about how much you adore those little humans

"Must you stop at every kid? And what's up with them randomly giving you flowers and rocks?! Tch... I can get you better ones if you really like them so much..."

✧ he MAY be a little jealous if he sees you spoiling kid with affections... even if it's clearly mother-like

✧ expect him to try nagging you or making up excuses for you two to go if you take too much time playing around

✧ also you're absolutely not allowed to stay alone with Ena... he knows damn too well she'll try telling you or even showing you pictures from when he was a child... And he absolutely CANNOT handle the teasing

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @stellas-starry-stories13 @hakulivesformusic @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 - come get your pancakes lover~

✧ Toya actually really likes kids! It turns out differently but his calm nature usually helps him

✧ he may not be as energetic as you though but he'd still be down to play some calmer games with kids if you were asked!

"Hide&Seek? How about I seek then? I doubt I'll be able to run or climb as well as you two..."

✧ he's really sweet too~ maybe he's a bit of a spoiling type but still tries to keep healthy boundaries

✧ he definitely makes sure to include kids opinion and what they want. It may be consequences of his past... but at least the kids may feel included and not forced!

✧ if a kid ever comes up to you and gives you flower or rock, or whatever small present they found, he'll simply chuckle and tease you just a little bit about your encounter~

✧ and if you have a baby sibling, cousin or so that you often take care of, be ready for him to never turn down helping you! Especially if they're well behaved

✧ he may not know may not know everything but he learns quickly and certainly has his way with at least calmer kids! It's energetic ones that make him have troible catching up sometimes...

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @stellas-starry-stories13 @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover~

✧ Rui is a crazy man. He may even be called childish! So as you can expect, he's most likely good with kids

✧ and it's not only energetic ones! He has soft sides for his too Hello? Are you lost? moment

✧ with calmer kids, he's definitely more gentle and speaks softer. Especially if the kid is lost or something...

✧ but he won't mind if the kid is energetic either! In fact, it only fuels him!

✧ he adores how creative kids may be and will gladly join ANY games they may offer

"Y/N! Come here we need a princess! He'll be a knight and I'll be a dragon~"

✧ in short, he's really great for playing with kids! So it's sure that whenever you encounter a kid that invites you to join their game, most likely none of you won't turn it down and instead will put your heart into it! Gaining some weird stares from parents on the way but kids are having fun so.. oh well...

✧ he's not as good with taking care if them though... he doesn't have any siblings and he didn't took care of any baby in his past either...

✧ so if you're in care of one... he most likely won't help much with anything else than games... He even makes up excuses to avoid changing diapers...

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 - come get your crazy inventor!