#Anyways need to get ready now hn

[zoekrystall]

Did I ever complain abt that publicly idk anyways I need to get to the big city (2h to and 2h back, not much for the states but sure for me) and next to not wanting to bc cold, they gonna stab bc blood test and my body hates making that easy to locate (dif place but I will never forget the time I got stabbed like three times and still no blood so new appointment had to be made, I have a fear of needles otherwise it would be whatev), and even more risky bc gatherings were recently do I prob hate the most that like. I'm hungry.

I'm hungry and I suck at eating enough so I often go out w not much in my stomach. I survive but it sucks really bad that I can't either buy smth once I arrive to eat on the way back or pack smth to like eat on the journey bc no-one wears a mask and the virus stays rampant so I can't take my mask off until I'm back home. At the inbetween stop I maybe could but I rather won't risk anything. Esp in winter I could bring smth warm to drink w me at least but I rather don't in the crowd I gotta walk through. Least people are when I'm only a few mins away from home and at that point I can always just wait a bit longer.

Tbh I dread going outside and limit it to only shopping and appointments bc even if I could walk here prob somewhere without many people do I rather just stay indoors and try to limit irl reminders of how many people can't be bothered to care bc that just nosedives my mental health. It doesn't help that I still try to nudge my irl friends to care more.

[emdeerm]

Ok, let's add some more stuff to this glorious dumpster fire.

Danny was experimented on before. His parents/GIW didn't get to disecsion yet, just in case such a valuable specimen gets irreparably damaged after/during it. We also all remember how Vlad had done different experiments on him a few times. The boy has Trauma about the whole thing.

Anyway:

Danny knew something like this was coming. He didn't know why he knew. However, the harsh whisper at the back of his mind never ceased reminding him that he was different in one way or another.

And his Different never bore a good reaction. His Different was dangerous. It was painful. It was scary. It was riddled with unexplained night terrors and phantom feeling of wounds that were always absent on his skin when he woke up in panic and silent tears.

His Different was something he missed

It was something he feared

It was something he longed for

It was something he hated.

It was a forgotten part of him

Forgotten, just like he was by the family he had called his own and loved dearly.

His brothers looked with hidden mistrust.

His twin spoke with awkward, strained friendliness usually reserved for his slightly more delicate cases.

His sisters tried to hide their anxiety at his unnatural presence.

His father refused to spend much time together. He missed their stargazing night outs...

His family was a family of detectives. They searched. They tested. They pushed. He knew that. He, too, was picking up a lot more than he'd ever let on.

"Hey, wanna come down for a bit? I got a few things I wanted to look through. Bruce wanted your help."

That's why he was not at all surprised when Tim came to his room and, with faux cheerfulness, called him into the batcave. A flatter of hope that this was actually just an invite to the area he grew to love but was barred from recently died down the second it reared its head. No.

It just came to what his every cell dreaded.

Their normal searches were fruitless. They needed to take the look at the source of their headache.

"Sure."

The walk there was long and foggy. He did not remember most of it. He didn't know why he felt this way painpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpain but it was ok. He wanted his family to calm down. Besides, it wasn't like his family would hurt him. They loved him even if they forgot.

It's not like his first one

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Tim led Danny into the Batcave, sending him another worried glance. Something happened when he called Danny into the cave. A switch was flipped and Tim didn't know what will come after. He wouldn't engage in a conversation. He hadn't blinked in 5 minutes. His stare was never focused but he never tripped.

"B, Danny has gone unresponsive..."

Bruce looked up from the files on his computer. They got some clues to what might've happened and were going to inform Danny about their findings. However, this lost child now stood in front of him like a soulless statue waiting to be guided somewhere.

"Danny?" The kid focused his gaze on him. "What happened?"

"....?" tilted his head questioningly.

That was unnerving. During the while time Danny was with them, he was always full of emotion. He never hid them and was honest to a fault. Cass had confirmed so time and time again.

"Hey, what's wrong, Danny," Dick, already in costume ready for patrol, came up to the teen and placed his hand on instantly tensed shoulder.

"....m not Star.... not anymore" he heard a muffled whisper.

"What was that?" He prodded gently.

"Nothing. I'll be quiet. Sorry."

They were left in heavy silence filled with some kind of unspoken expectation radiating from the new family member.

Until eventually:

"When will you start experiments?"

"Huh?"

"...hn?"

"Will I be allowed to keep my clothes? Can move around the cell? Will I have a cell? Can-"

"Danny, what are you talking about? Why-" Tim tried to intergect into the increasingly frantic but soft questions.

"-I be sedated? Do I have to be conscious?"

Danny's breathing became erratic as many, many questions of the same kind poured out into the air directed at the increasingly more and more disturbed family.

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Anyway idk what's next.

New Twin?

ok so we know Bruce got lost in the time stream right?

And Tim saved him bla bla bla...

Ok so I'm reading a fanfic rn and it's giving me an idea for a dpxdc crossover.

Its 'TWINcognito mode' by nerdpoe

Ok so I'm thinking it's not safe for Danny in his world so clockwork pulls some strings and sets everything up for Danny to be Tim's non identical twin (theyre similar enough to pass) and he just appears in wayne manor right after Bruce gets out of the time stream.

Like I'm talking he has a room that's 'been lived in for years', he has memories of them and growing up with tim, he's acting like nothings new ect.

So he's all like "dad your back!" And they're all looking between tim and his double like "tim??? NOT tim????" And they come to the conclusion that Bruce fucked with the time stream and he spawned in.

They all feel guilty that they 'forgot' him even though they never knew him. Especially Tim, he would feel so bad if there was someone that went through what he did with their parents neglect and they only had each other, but Tim doesn't remember who this is.

He could be fully aware and is pretending so he's safe OR clockwork thought this would be for the best so he altered Danny's memories so he genuinely believes he's Tim's twin.

For the second option I like the ideas that he doesn't remember anything/he doesn't have access to his ghost half (either he has to heal from something his parents did or he can't handle the full power that comes with being ghost king) and he won't unlock his memories/powers till he dies again.

Which if he genuinely believed they were his family, and then they tell him he wasn't real a few days ago, that would probably fuck with his mind.

[amenomiko]

IkeSen Lords to their Son and their Daughter

Situation 1 : I want to get married.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Nobunaga

Son: Father, I want to get married *blush blush*

Nobu: Hooh who could it be?

Son: With mother because she is beautiful >///w///<

Nobu: *Throws a piece of konpeito*

MC: H E Y.

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Daughter: Papa, I want to get married!

Nobu: No.

Daughter: With you, when I grow up~~ *pouts*

Nobu: ....Not a bad deal 😏.

MC: .....*sighs*

Hideyoshi

Son: Father, I want to get married!

Hideyoshi: Hooh? Now, now are you really ready to take a bride? Don't take marriage as a play, dear son. I will be disappointed in you if you break any women's heart.

MC: Says the one who always bro-zoned someone :v.

Hideyoshi: *COUGH COUGH*

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Daughter: Daddy! I want to get married--

Hideyoshi: You WHAT?? WHO IS IT? WHICH CLAN? WHERE DID YOU MET HIM? WHY DO YOU LIKE HIM? HOW DID IT HAPPEN???

MC: Oh wow he really asked the "5 Wives 1 Husband question" ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ.

Masamune

Son: Pops! I want to get married! *Whispers* She got a nice booty 😏

Masamune: Approved 😏👌✨.

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Daughter: Daddy! I want to get married!

Masamune: Oh? With who? Hahaha I'm curious who is this bold young man, proposing my daughter. Hahahaha.

MC: If you laugh from your heart, at least put that sword away (-"-;).

Mitsuhide

Son: Father! I want to get married.

Mitsuhide: Ah, the time has come it seems.

Son: And she looks beautiful like mother.

Mitsuhide: Are you sure that woman is not a spy who imitates your mother's beauty 😏?

Son: I've made a thorough investigation, Father. Rest assured.

Both: Hmhmhmhmhm 😏😏😏😏😏✨✨✨✨

MC: ಠ_ಠ.........

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Daughter: Daddy! I want to get married!

Mitsuhide: ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)..... my. With who, may I ask? *Hands instantly reloaded gun powder into his Tanegashima*.

MC:....Honey.

Daughter: Oh, it was Tenya from the clan in nearby hometown. Aaaah~ he is sooo handsome 💕💕💕💕💕

Mitsuhide: Thank you for the information, dearest daughter. Now MC, I suddenly received an important mission ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)

MC: No one receives this "mission" and no one is going out today, not from this room, unless you need to shit, or pee, or eat, or drink, so SIT. DOWN ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ.

Ieyasu

Son: Father, I want to get married.

Ieyasu: K.

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Daughter: Daddy, I want to get married!

Ieyasu: *Clicks his tongue* Hhhhaaaa? Repeat that again?

Daughter: I- I want to get married?

Ieyasu: No.

Daughter: But he is the son of your fellow lords; it is Lord Mitsunari's Son..!

Ieyasu: ......What in the family tree of Wasabi that you choose a MINI BABY CARROT to be YOUR HUSBAND?????

Daughter: Waaaahhh Daddy you are evil 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!

MC: Oh for the love of- *sighs*

Mitsunari

Son: Father, I want to get married!

Mitsunari: Really?? I'm proud of you..! Now, tell me more about your soon-to-be bride

(❁´◡`❁)!

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Daughter: Father, I want to get married!

Mitsunari: Eh- y-you want to get married..? I see. Well, as long as you are happy.

Daughter: Yay!! I love you!! *Kiss his cheek and walks out from the room happily* 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Mitsunari: ....MC... Our daughter has grown up it seems. Ahahaha I should feel happy but you see, she will always be my baby daughter.

MC: *GROSS SOBBING* AHSJSHKAKSJSKSLAPSAISHDJSF- HDJSSJAKSKALALLDF- AJDJSKALSLSLF- 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (Translation: OH GOD MITSUNARI YOU ARE THE BEST FATHER AND HUSBAND EVERYONE COULD ASK FOR)

Mitsunari: I see, I see, you are sad and happy too, right? There there :(´◦ω◦｀):.

Kenshin

Son: Father, I want to get married.

Kenshin: Hn.

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Daughter: Father, I want to get married..!

Kenshin: ..................*Pulls out his sword*

Daughter: He is the supplier of the best sake, and is a middleman for any alcoholic drink from the nanbans too,

Kenshin: *Pauses*

Shingen: He is considering.

Yukimura: He is considering indeed.

Yoshimoto: Deeply.

Sasuke: Could be the thinking of "How do I get the good sake but my daughter didn't have to marry him." Kind of thorough plan.

Shingen

Son: Father, I want to get married. She is an angel, who has made its way to my heart, ever since the day I met her. Ah, such a love at first sight ✨✨✨✨✨.

Shingen: I'm proud of you. You have fallen in love like me, just how I've fallen in love with your mother, whom I think a Goddess that were descended from heaven, for someone like me ✨✨✨✨✨.

MC: ........If they were animated, there will be roses that grow out of nowhere 😑.

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Daughter: Daddy, I want to get married!

Shingen: Oho? With me?

Daughter: Nope! With Kenta-kun from the nearby town! Hehehehe he is so cute~~~!

Shingen: *Breaks the dango stick in his hand, while his face has a menacing smile* I see. Cute, hm?

MC: It's only a childhood crush, Honey. Please.

Yukimura

Son: Father! I want to get married! W-well, I've made a decision since it can't be helped it you see? She is adorable, can be a dummy too. And I hate it if someone else have her. Hmh.

Yukimura: Adorable and a dummy? Looks like she can get along with your mother. Hahahaha!

MC: *Suddenly have all the strength in the world and lifts and aims Yukimura's spear to his head* 1... 2... OwO

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Daughter: Daddy! I want to get married with Uncle Sasuke!

Yukimura: Eh-- why? I thought you always say you want to marry me? *Chuckles*

Daughter: Nah, I realize how a dummy you can be, Daddy. Not romantic and funny like Uncle Sasuke at all. Hmf..!

Yukimura: Wh- wha?? D-dummy??

Daughter: And lame too, if I could add another word 😒.

Yukimura: HNGH OAO--

MC: BA DUM TSS 🥁 :v

Sasuke

Son: Father, I want to get married. It's Lord Ieyasu's daughter. She is adorable, a tsundere, she bang bang into the room of my heart, and I megusta whenever she called me "Baka" ✨✨✨✨✨

Sasuke: I am so proud of you, mini me. Though you are not mini anymore. *Wipes tears with his expressionless face*

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Daughter: Papa! I want to get married!

Sasuke: Murphy's Law- Who could it be? Ah, I know. It is me, right? You always say that you wanted to get married with me ever since you were small-

Daughter: Nah, I realize that you resembles nobita from Doraemon so I will pass. Hehehe~~ anyway, It's Kenshin-sama's son..! Aaah, they really look alike..! So dazzling and handsome 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Sasuke: Double Triple XXXXXXXXXXXXL of Murphy's Law --

MC: *Has been laughing non-stop from her daughter's description to her father just now* 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[kurowrites]

May i ask for WangXian? With nos;

1 (roomates rite?) with 6 (fake dating i think?)

And 5 (something about emotional capacity of a brick? Strangely enough i wish that LWJ would be the one to say this to WWX..if possible 🥺🥺)

I also sorta hope this evolves in to a FWB situation but just the thought of fluff n hilarity from this prompt is already making me squeal n cackle 🤣🤣🤣

Please n thank you 🥰🥰🥰

Have some dumb weekend fluff.

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When Wei Ying arrived at home, he had a very precise plan how he wanted the rest of the evening to go. He was feeling an exhaustion that barely left him standing, and all he wished for was to eat (though that one was optional, honestly), get fucked into his mattress (though he would probably have to do with a quick wank), and then sleep for the next twelve hours.

Not more, not less.

As they are wont to do, things didn’t turn out quite as he had imagined them on his tedious way home. When he finally walked through the door of the apartment that he and Lan Zhan shared, his first target was the kitchen, where he hoped he would be able to stealthily unearth something from the freezer that could be warmed up in the oven.

When he entered the kitchen, however, he found Lan Zhan at the stove, stirring a pot of food that smelled heavenly. Lan Zhan turned around when he heard the door open, and he gave Wei Ying a critical once-over before he announced: “Take a shower, the food will be ready soon.”

Well, Wei Ying thought, turning around and heading towards the bathroom almost as if he was guided by some higher power. It was rather hard to argue with that.

He had no idea why Lan Zhan was awake this late at night, and why he was cooking dinner, of all things. But Wei Ying was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not when he was this tired. If a shower was the most direct path to food prepared by Lan Zhan, then he would do that without a single complaint.

The shower helped slightly with his exhaustion and general sense of discomfort, and when he finally left the bathroom, he felt slightly more conscious and decidedly more human than before. And when he stepped back into the kitchen, a steaming, hearty bowl of curry was waiting for him at the table, looking perfect and delicious and like everything that Wei Ying had not dared to hope for tonight.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying moaned, making a beeline towards the table, stuffing the food into his mouth almost before he had even taken a seat. “You are the best. The bestest. A god among mortals.”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with that statement. “Eat.”

That, Wei Ying did without needing to be told twice. Lan Zhan had made the curry exactly the way Wei Ying liked it, rich in flavour and very spicy, and it was just so good. Getting to eat Lan Zhan’s cooking, full stop, was already a boon. And Lan Zhan had made this curry just for him, had waited until after his bedtime to feed Wei Ying. He truly was the bestest roommate that ever lived.

Wei Ying eagerly devoured his bowl, and Lan Zhan even gave him seconds.

So good! So delicious!

After he had finished his curry, Wei Ying still felt exhausted, but now he had a warm belly full of delicious food, and a warm flicker in his chest that was the knowledge that his roommate cared enough about him to make food when Wei Ying was down on his last leg. Things were looking a little brighter now.

And Lan Zhan was still in the kitchen, putting away the last of the cookware that he had washed while Wei Ying was eating.

Wei Ying looked at him, and considered. After he had already received the deluxe version of the first item on his to-do list tonight, he decided that maybe his luck was just good enough to get the second item on the list checked off, too.

He got up and put his dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and then he waited until Lan Zhan had put away the last pan. Once Lan Zhan’s hands were free, he smoothly slipped in between Lan Zhan and the kitchen counter, and wrapped his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck.

“Lan Zhan,” he whispered, a sneaky smile playing on his lips. “You are still awake.”

“Indeed,” Lan Zhan calmly observed.

“Mh, I missed you, oh roommate mine,” Wei Ying sighed, a little dramatically. “I feel like I haven’t seen you forever. And now that you’re here…”

He leaned in, gently rubbing his nose against the soft skin of Lan Zhan’s neck.

He felt the tiniest of shudders in response, and then Lan Zhan’s arms wrapped around his waist.

Jackpot.

It wasn’t always easy, figuring out when Lan Zhan was in the mood. They were roommates after all, and generally they just lived together. But sometimes, even the rigid Lan Zhan needed to let off a little steam, and when he was in the right mood, he was perfectly fine with fucking Wei Ying into various surfaces around their apartment. Wei Ying obviously had no objections to that; not only was Lan Zhan really hot, he was also really good at sex.

Maybe it was sad to say that his entire sex life consisted of occasionally seducing his roommate, but it was good. Really good. And Lan Zhan seemed to feel the same, because Wei Ying was pretty sure that Lan Zhan wasn’t having any kind of ‘relations’ with anyone else.

So yes, they had done this many times before, and by now, Wei Ying had become pretty skilled at reading when Lan Zhan was open to seduction. Still, the moment before he could be sure that Lan Zhan was willing to respond was always a nerve-wracking one. Luckily today, Lan Zhan’s hands on his waist spoke a clear language.

He grinned up at Lan Zhan and said cheekily, “I’ve been wanting to get fucked into my mattress very, very thoroughly all day. Honestly, I think all that’s between me and twelve hours of sleep is one good orgasm.”

Lan Zhan didn’t reply, but his hands squeezed Wei Ying’s waist once in response to Wei Ying’s words.

Wei Ying moaned in return, leaning up to press soft kisses against Lan Zhan’s lips.

“You can do with me whatever you want,” he promised. “I’m all yours.”

His clumsy attempt at seduction was apparently deemed sufficient, because Lan Zhan started herding Wei Ying towards his bedroom.

Being in Lan Zhan’s care was always amazing, because Lan Zhan never failed to really take care of everything, especially in moments like these. He silently guided Wei Ying to his bed, stripped him out of his clothing (folding and putting everything away properly, which shouldn’t be hot but was, anyway), then readied lube and condoms, and before long, he was arranging Wei Ying on the bed with almost adorable intent and focus.

Wei Ying let it all happen; he felt too lazy to move on his own volition and was perfectly willing to let Lan Zhan take the wheel after he had signalled his willingness. Lan Zhan moved his limbs around, lifted his hips, and suddenly, Wei Ying found himself in a position where he was more or less pinned on the bed, open for Lan Zhan but not really able to move otherwise.

It was perfect. This was exactly what he had fantasised about. When Lan Zhan worked him open and slowly pushed into him, he was unable to do anything but moan and take what Lan Zhan was giving him. It was incredible, getting slowly fucked into the mattress by Lan Zhan. As he was wont to do, he tortured Wei Ying, letting his orgasm build slowly as he thoroughly worked Wei Ying’s body with precise movements. He had never really told Lan Zhan as much, feeling that such a confession end up on the wrong side of revealing, but he felt safe in Lan Zhan’s hands, and only this let something inside him unfurl slowly, something that had been tense and stressed out all day.

It wasn’t necessarily the physical act in itself that made Wei Ying want to sleep with Lan Zhan occasionally, but this feeling of safety, of being taken care of that Lan Zhan seemed to naturally inspire. He sometimes got horny for that feeling alone.

When he finally came, it was with an almost hazy, sluggish kind of intensity, one that made his eyes close and sleep pull at his consciousness almost before he knew it.

He felt a gentle hand on is back, and a whispered ‘Sleep,’ and then he was gone.

---

When Wei Ying woke up the next morning, finally feeling halfway rested again, Lan Zhan was obviously long gone. He always woke so much earlier than Wei Ying, and had probably finished half of his planned tasks for the day already. It was enough to make one feel bad about one’s own achievements, if Wei Ying didn’t have absolutely no hope of every reaching Lan Zhan’s levels of competence.

Wei Ying stretched lazily and wandered into the kitchen to look of food. His plans today mostly consisted of eating and lazing around; the first day in a long while that he would be able to enjoy without having to stress about work, and he intended to enjoy it by doing absolutely nothing.

In the kitchen, he found breakfast prepared for him already – Lan Zhan really was too good to him! Grateful, Wei Ying sat down and dug in with enthusiasm.

Once he was finished, he considered for one moment that he should probably go to the bathroom and try to make himself at least somewhat presentable, but he really wasn’t feeling it. His primary goal today was to vegetate. He didn’t need to look actually human to do that. Instead of going to the bathroom, therefore, he went in search of Lan Zhan. It didn’t take long; he found him in the living room, reading a book on the sofa.

Without ceremony, Wei Ying flopped onto the sofa next to Lan Zhan, leaning his weight onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder. Lan Zhan, Wei Ying couldn’t help but notice, looked and smelled as good as he always did, while Wei Ying was still a disaster zone. It was truly enviable. Not that Wei Ying felt he had enough energy to put effort into it, right now.

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighed, rubbing his face against Lan Zhan’s shoulder. “What would I do without a roommate like you? You are the best. Roommate of the year. Maybe of the century. The breakfast wasn’t needed, but appreciated anyway.”

He had expected one of Lan Zhan’s customary little “Hn”s, ignoring Wei Ying in favour of keeping his eyes on the book he was reading. Instead, he felt Lan Zhan’s posture grow stiff, right before Wei Ying was gently pushed off of Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan heaved a heavy sigh that Wei Ying didn’t know how to interpret.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said with a certain sense of gravity in his voice, not quite looking at Wei Ying. “I hate to agree with your brother on anything, but I think he was not entirely wrong when he told you that you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

Wei Ying jerked back a little. He wouldn’t want to admit it, but the words hurt.

He knew that he wasn’t always the most sensitive person on the planet, but for Lan Zhan to use words like that… He racked his brain, trying to think of what he had done to make Lan Zhan this upset.

Lan Zhan had cooked for him yesterday without Wei Ying asking him to do it, and Wei Ying had said thank you. Wei Ying had asked for sex, but he’d checked in with Lan Zhan first to make sure he was okay with it. And the rest of the time, he’d been unconscious.

Was Lan Zhan upset that he hadn’t really done his share of housework lately, since he’d been so busy with his job?

“Lan Zhan, I –” he laughed nervously, pushing his hands through his hair. “You’re probably right about that, because I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Lan Zhan sent him a look, which was somewhat less angry than Wei Ying had expected it to be (what a relief, Lan Zhan wasn’t actually angry at him), and then he sighed.

“Wei Ying,” he said, and suddenly he sounded a little sad. “You keep calling me roommate.”

“That’s… what you are?” Wei Ying asked, confused.

Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say, because Lan Zhan’s expression soured.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying exclaimed, keeping himself from latching onto Lan Zhan at the last moment. He doubted Lan Zhan wanted Wei Ying to touch him again right now. “Is that wrong?”

Lan Zhan huffed once.

“No, I guess it is not,” he pressed out. “I had simply hoped I would at least merit a ‘friend’ by now.”

Wei Ying gaped at Lan Zhan. Sat and stared at him in disbelief, watching as Lan Zhan’s ears slowly turned a brilliant pink.

“Lan Zhan!” he exclaimed, and then he couldn’t go on, because he was choked with too many feelings.

Lan Zhan, that Lan Zhan, considered him a friend?

A friend??

“Wait,” Wei Ying suddenly realised. “At least a friend?”

Lan Zhan sent him the flattest look he had ever seen. It was genuinely impressive.

“We’re fucking, Wei Ying,” he said, in a tone of voice equally as flat.

There was a beat of silence, a pronouncing ringing that went through the living room, freezing the air in between them for a moment.

And then Wei Ying tipped his head up and burst into laughter, loud and unrestrained. How could he not? Lan Zhan was funny, and Wei Ying was so relieved, and so happy, and…

“I thought you were barely tolerating me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying sighed as he back flopped against the sofa, the sudden storm of emotions ravaging his already exhausted body and dragging him back down as he took a deep breath. “I never thought you would ever –”

He bit on his lips and looked up at Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, who always took such good care of him.

Lan Zhan, who–

“I love you, Lan Zhan.”

The words left his lips almost against his will.

How could he not say that, when Lan Zhan looked at him with soft, molten eyes, the trace of a blush still staining his cheeks a pretty pink?

He loved this man.

“I really love you, Lan Zhan,” he couldn’t help but repeat. “So, you see, maybe slightly more emotional capacity than a brick. Though I wouldn’t–”

Lan Zhan, judging from the way he lifted Wei Ying into his lap, pressed their hot faces together, and peppered Wei Ying’s lips and cheeks with little kisses, apparently felt the same.  

Definitely more than the emotional capacity of a brick.

[reallytiredartstudent]

Shoto hated Katsuki.

“Oi, princess, let me the fuck go!”

But he hated Katsuki leaving the bed more.

“Hrngh.”

“Oi. Oi!”

“Hmpfgh.”

“Icyhot let go!”

Katsuki kicked him. Shoto made some unhappy noises and snaked his legs around Katsuki’s, till he couldn’t move. Shoto snuggled back into the bed, content with being wrapped around Katsuki like ‘an overgrown octopus’, to borrow Katsuki’s words.

Katsuki stilled in his troubles for a moment – just to suddenly tense up and get up with Shoto still attached to him. In a matter of moments Shoto was forced to let go and stared accusingly up at Katsuki. He stared back equally unimpressed.

“Awake?”

“No.”

“Tough luck. Coffee is in the kitchen, Kiri ‘s awake.”

Katsuki left for the bathroom and Shoto sat on the floor for several more minutes, fighting with himself to either get coffee (negative: he had to get up and move) or to go back to bed (negative: no Katsuki and no coffee). Coffee won.

Just as promised there’s coffee in the kitchen and Shoto could finally feel coming close to the state referred by the general public as ‘awake’ after his third cup. Kirishima also came into the kitchen, already in his jogging clothes.

“Morning! Did you sleep well?”

Shoto stared up at him. That was too much energy considered what time it was. Kirishima walked past him, used to not getting an answer out of Shoto before the time reached double digits, and poured himself a glass of what appeared to be some sort of smoothie? Shake? Shoto wasn’t awake enough for any of this.

“You’re coming with us on our round?”

“Hn.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. You should get changed, we’re leaving in a few minutes. Or whenever Katsuki shows up.”

“Hnnnnmh.”

“Yeah Katsuki wrote me that you wanted to tag along today. Totally manly to go hiking with Bakubro and still go jogging next day. He goes some killer tours man.”

Kirishima should stop reminding Shoto why it was a bad idea to get up today. Shoto was still sore. He had thought he was finally back in shape, but those mountains had been challenging.

Shoto heard the bathroom door open and close and a little bit later Katsuki was in the kitchen with them. He had a big fat smirk on his face and Shoto could only glare.

“Finally up princess? Or are you too sore to tag along?”

Shoto was, in fact, both not awake enough and too sore to go jogging on a Monday Morning at the start of the term before the sun was fully up.

“I need to get changed.”

Shoto was also incapable of not accepting any challenge Katsuki threw his way. Which was why he was jogging now and very much hated everything.

Katsuki and Kirishima both got ready for their classes and Shoto stayed back to both enjoy a good long shower and to pat himself on the back for making the wise decision to not chose any class before ten. Then he remembered that he was dropping his business major anyway and went back to bed just as Sero and Kaminari got up to go to their classes.

When he got up again it was just Mina in the living room. The flat was weirdly silent, Shoto wasn’t used to that here. She had her laptop open and worked with high concentration, all while quietly humming to herself. Shoto got his own laptop and sat down with her. She shot him a grin and nudged the can of tea his way. He had some paperwork to do.

Chapter 22

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Ten’s Proposal

Sure can do! I’m not the best at romantic stuff (I’m attempting to learn, and getting better I think), but hopefully it’s what you were looking for! Thanks for the request, and I’m glad you like the content!

Get ready for some Ten being a giant romantic and a bit of a nervous wreck! 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,557

Summary: Read the prompt above!

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to creator!)

“Right then!”  

Your body jerked roughly as the TARDIS landed, feet slipping a bit as your hand shot out to grab one of the rails behind you to ground yourself. Not only had you not been expecting to land right then (the Doctor had given no warning), but you’d also been a bit lost in your own head.  

“We’re here,” the Doctor continued on with a grin, pushing a few buttons and pulling a lever on the TARDIS’s control panel, “c’mon then, a whole new planet for us to explore!”

You righted your footing, pulling yourself upright in order to glare at the Doctor halfheartedly. He turned towards you with an excited grin, but blinked when he caught sight of your glare.  

“Whot?” His eyebrow rose in confusion and his eyes tracked your movements of steadying yourself.

“A bit of a warning would’ve been nice,” you huffed as you moved to join the Doctor at the console, he gave you an apologetic smile before averting his attention back down to the screen on the TARDIS’s console. “Where are we exactly?”

“A small planet just beyond the milky-way. We’re about thirty-four thousand light-years, give or take, away from your earth.” The Doctor explained, turning the screen he’d been studying towards you so you could get an image of what he was talking about. A lot of what was written on the screen you didn’t understand, number higher than you could count and planets listed that you’d never even dreamed could exist.

“Thirty-four thousand light-years away from earth?” You gaped, trying to make sense of what was being shown, “how far is that?”

“Hn,” the Doctor paused, taking a second to do some quick mental math, “a light-year is nearly six trillion miles, and the milky way is roughly twenty-seven thousand light-years away from your earth, so, this planet would be... eh one point nine million nine hundred eighty-seven thousand three hundred twenty-six multiplied by ten to the power of seventeen miles? Give or take, once more.”

You watched as the Doctor ran a hand through his hair, almost as if he were trying to clear away the numbers from his brain, then grinned at you.  

“...what?” you couldn’t help but ask. Everything he’d just said had really gone in one ear and out the other. It was like he’d just started speaking Gallifreyan to you, when you knew he was still speaking English, just... really, really smart English.

“Alot,” he simplified for you with a fond smile, “a very, very large amount of earth miles.”

“We’re very far away,” you mumbled, eyes still locked on the screen, trying (and failing) to make sense of the large line of numbers.

“Incredibly far away,” the Doctor agreed with a laugh. “Now, we’re not here to talk maths, we’re here to have a look around, right?”  

You didn’t really say anything else as you watched the man stride towards the TARDIS doors and throw them open, he turned back to grin at you, then gestured you over before stepping out of the TARDIS, “it’s just as beautiful as I remember,” the Doctor sighed happily, before glancing back at you and holding a hand out as an invitation, “well, c’mon, (Y/N).”  

You barely even hesitated before moving to follow him out, peeking out the doorway before gaping at the scene before you and taking the Doctor’s proffered hand.  

He pulled you out, into his side so he could throw an arm over your shoulder, “welcome to Noelani, (Y/N).”

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, stunned.

It was an ocean, a sandy beach, with a beautiful ocean.  

But it wasn’t anything like you’d ever seen before. The water was a rich purple, and the sand a stunning white that could put the Bahamas or Hawaii back on earth to shame. The sky was clouded, but two bright orange suns could be seen shining high above the waves.  

“It’s... it’s beautiful,” you stammered, because it truly was. It was like an edited photo from one of the beaches on your planet. Familiar, but completely out of your world too.

“Indeed,” the Doctor nodded, stepping down and dragging you along with him. “I’ve always loved coming here. It’s one of my favorite places in this universe, since no matter when I come the suns are always shining.”

The man paused, thoughtful before he added a slow, “I haven’t come around for a while, but it’s still exactly like I remember.”

“You stopped coming?” You asked as you fell into step with him, barely able to draw your eyes from the world around you. It didn’t look real, but then again, when did anything the Doctor showed you look real?

You couldn’t imagine knowing a place like this and not coming back—as of now, you’d surely want the Doctor to bring you back and you hadn’t even left yet.

“It’s been... fifty-seven years? Fifty-eight?”

“Wow,” you turned to look at the Doctor. The two of you were down by the water now, close enough to touch if you wanted, but you stayed back with the Doctor. He wasn’t looking at you, just staring out to sea thoughtfully.  

You stood beside him for a moment, letting him think, or whatever it was he was doing, before you cleared your throat, drawing in his eyes, “is it... okay to touch?”

The Doctor’s eyes followed your gesture downwards towards the water that was slowly climbing towards your shoes. If the water did prove to be safe, you’d probably take your shoes off and walk along the sand—or maybe in the water if it was warm enough to do so.

“Oh,” he looked from the water back to you, “oh, of course! It’s perfectly safe,” then, the Doctor was crouching down and dunking his hand into the water, whether to prove its safety to you, or to test it before you could in case he was wrong, you couldn't tell, “yes, it’s perfectly alright. No different from the ocean on earth.”

“Really?” you asked seriously, leaning forwards to dip your fingers into the purple water. It was perfectly warm—cool enough to be refreshing, but heated enough from the suns that you could jump right in like a regular swimming pool on earth.

“Of course,” the Doctor nodded, standing to his full height and wiping the wetness on his hand off onto his trousers, “well, a bit different.”

“Because it’s purple?”

“No-- well, yes,” the Doctor laughed lightly, “it is purple, but that wasn’t what I was going to say. This planet is really like nothing else in the galaxy.”

“What does that mean?” you asked curiously as you took your hand from the water and shook off the drops clinging to your fingers. The water came off just like regular water would, you’d kinda expected the rich purple colour to stain your hands.

“Everything is clean,” the Doctor explains, “it’s untouched by anything, clean of humans and creatures, and even Gallifreyians. There’re no lifeforms of any sort. No aquatic animals, no fish, or trees, no underwater plant life. It’s created its own ecosystem without really having the necessary components to create one. Technically speaking, nothing that breaths oxygen should be able to survive here.”

“How can it be untouched if we’re here?” you ask before jumping onto the next, more important question, “wait, how are we breathing?!”

“That,” the Doctor turns to you with a grin, “is the fun bit. It cleans its self. Algae unlike any other, on any other planet I’ve seen. It cleans and filters the water and air, turns any carbon dioxide that happens to be here back into oxygen like any other photosynthesizing plant. Even the sand gets cleaned, which I’m still not sure how that happens when this planet is inhabited.”  

The Doctor blinked in mild confusion before continuing on, “in two weeks, it’ll be like we never even stepped foot on this planet. It always reverts back to its pristine initial state.”

“That’s amazing,” you grinned, “it’s so beautiful here, why do more people not know it exists?”

“It’s hidden a bit,” the Doctor grinned in return, “a gem hidden behind the universe’s tourist attraction, like the milky way. I only found it because I was looking for it- well, I was looking for nothing, seeing where the TARDIS took me, but found it anyways.”

“The TARDIS made a good find then,” you gave the man a smile, taking his hand again after wiping any of the water that had still clung to you had even after the shake onto your shirt.

“She did,” the man laughed, “as far as I know, no one else knows of this planet, but that’s just going off of that I’ve never seen anyone else here before.”

“More ocean planet for us then,” you laughed as the Doctor started walking, pulling you along carefully.

“Yes,” the man smiled adoringly, “but we can’t stay here too long. We’ll run out of oxygen, since there’s only the algae here to filter the carbon dioxide back into oxygen. That process is a bit slower than us breathing though. We have... I’d say three days between the two of us of fresh air, before we’ll need to head off and let it revert back once more.”

“Three days seems like a good vacation,” you joked. The Doctor laughed, dragging his thumb along your knuckles where he was still holding your hand before he interlaced your fingers together.

“Shall we walk along the shore?” the Doctor offered softly, looking down at you fondly. He had a soft smile on his lips, and his eyes kept scanning your face, “there’s a peninsula a bit away but it has a beautiful view.”

“Sounds good to me,” you gave a supportive one shoulder shrug before smiling at him, “I’m going to take my shoes off though. I’d rather not have my shoes filled with sand.”

The Doctor nodded, releasing your hand so you could kick off your shoes and gather them up so they didn’t get lost or forgotten on this planet.  

“I’ll carry them,” the Doctor volunteered, taking them from your hands and holding them by their collars in one hand. He slipped his other hand back into yours, grinning at you before leading you along down the shore.  

You’d never seen anything as beautiful as this planet. Not on earth, not on any other planet the Doctor had taken you to in the years you’d known him. It was unique, and lovely and it made you feel special that the Doctor would bring you here. He’d spoken highly of the place since he’d brought you here, and it made your heart stutter in your chest that he thought you were worthy enough to show it to you.

The Doctor looked lost in thought as he led you along. Occasionally he’d glance in your direction, almost as if he were checking to make sure you were still with him, even though he was holding your hand. When you’d catch him staring at you, you’d raise an eyebrow in question, but he’d just smile widely and turn away without a word.  

The two of you walked for a while, but you couldn’t complain. The sand was soft and almost fluffy under your feet. It wasn’t as rocky and granulated as it was on earth, but fine and almost like a dense grainy dust. And even with the two suns shining down on you, you weren’t hot or sweating after all the walking.  

You were walking closer to the ocean, and every few minutes the water would crawl up and brush against your toes and the sides of your feet, but it was really nice. The Doctor was on your other side, staying on the dry sand since he hadn’t taken his shoes off.  

It wasn’t long until the peninsula came into view, just as the Doctor had described it. The purple water crashed softly against the sand; waves small but visible. You hurried your pace, dragging the Doctor behind you this time. You wanted to stand in the middle of the sand and see nothing but water in front of you and to your sides.  

You really wished you had a camera of some sort because it really was breathtaking. You knew people on earth who would’ve killed to see something like this. And you really weren’t sure anyone would really believe you if you told them.

“Do you like it?” the Doctor asked by your side when the two of you stopped moving. You turned your attention from the waves, looking towards him and nodding with a wide smile.  

“I really do,” you told him.

“Good,” the Doctor smiled, almost like he was pleased with himself. The two of you just stood for a moment, looking out at the sea.  

“You know,” the Doctor spoke, “there is a reason I brought you here...”

“Oh?” you looked back over at the Doctor. He’d set your shoes on the ground beside him, and his hand that wasn’t holding your hand was tucked in his suit jacket pocket. “And what would that reason be?”  

“There was something I wanted to ask you, I’m just not sure how to do so. I feel like it differentiates between planets, and I... well, I don’t want to do it wrong.” The Doctor turned towards you, tilting his head as he let your hand go. Before you could frown at him doing so, you were distracted by him stuffing the hand you’d just been holding in his remaining pocket.  

It looked like he was looking for something. Searching through his pockets—it wasn’t unusual for him to lose something in his bigger on the inside pockets.

“You can ask me anything,” you promised, watching the man closely.  

“I know,” the Doctor paused in his searching through his pockets to grin at you, “now, uh, as you know I’ve had a few companions through my life who choose to stay with me and travel through space and time. And as much as I love having companions with me, keeping me company, I’ve learned not to... get attached to humans. For obvious regenerating Time-Lord reasons.”

You weren’t really sure where this was going.  

“But I, well, the thing is, I’ve gotten a bit attached to you. Well, more than a bit attached. You’ve been with me for, well, for years now. You’ve been a constant in my life for so long now. I... well, I can’t really imagine my life without you. There have been very few people that... that I love, and you’re one of them.”

You didn’t say anything, letting the man sort through whatever he was trying to do. You were sure anything you said would’ve distracted him. So it was best to just let him do whatever he needed to do before you replied, or touched him or anything along those lines.

The Doctor looked down for a moment before looking back up at you. He pulled one of his hands from his pocket and took your hand into his once more, holding it tight and secure, but soft as well.

“You make me happy, and you’re always by my side, and, well, the TARDIS loves you too. You’re... well, you’re just perfect. You’re perfect and I’ve not thought about you as just my companion for quite some time now. I... I love you; I love you differently than I love my past companions.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, squeezing his hand softly.

“I know,” the man gave you a goofy grin, “I’ve known that all along, but you never knew I loved you in return. I have for... for a long time now.”

It made you smile that the man was saying he loved you. You’d told him you loved him when the two of you first started kind of dating—which was after about a year and a half earth time of space travelling together.  

The Doctor would never call it dating, but that’s what it was, whether he liked it or not. Maybe it was more courting to him, but whatever it was, it was as close to human dating as you could get. And you loved every minute of it.  

He’d never once muttered the words back to you though, not even the times you were sure he was going to say it back, or when he looked like he was biting his tongue to keep from repeating them back to you. He’d always had a sort of reluctance to saying anything overly fond-- like I love you, which you could understand. He’d probably said it too loved ones he lost along the way.  

You knew he loved you—but it was something else to actually hear him say it.  

“I should probably get on with it,” the Doctor mumbled. You eyed the Doctor hesitantly, curious but a little afraid of what could be coming next all the same.

He shook his head, as he cleared his throat, “it’s been a very long time since I’ve even thought about asking anyone this but,” the man suddenly dropped down onto one knee, managing to keep his hold on your hand, pull his second hand which had been tucked in his pocket the whole time out, and all without tumbling down, “(Y/N), my brilliantly amazing human companion, will you possibly do me the honors of marrying me?”

And it was then that your brain short circuited.  

In his hands was a ring. Small, but perfect. It had tiny little gems that you couldn’t really make out with the suns light casting through them and making them sparkle beautifully. The band was gold, but you were almost certain it wasn’t earth gold.

He’d just asked... he wanted to marry you. In that moment you didn’t know how to speak—how to express your enthusiastic agreeance to the proposal. You weren’t even sure you could form words beyond the unintelligible slur of letters falling from your mouth.

Marriage. The Doctor wanted to marry you.  

“I’m sorry if this was wrong for human ideations,” the Doctor mumbled, forcing you to blink yourself out of your excited daze, “I’ve only ever seen one romantic film from your earth, and I really tried to mimic it with the romantic setting and the ring and the monologue but if-”

“Yes.”

The Doctor froze, fingers tightening around yours for a split second before they relaxed. “Yes?” he repeated like he’d heard you wrong. He looked ready for rejection, even if you’d literally already said yes. He was still on one knee, staring up at you.

“Yes!” You gave a sharp, excited nod, which was followed by an almost frantic laugh. You reached your hand up to cover over your mouth, as if you could stop the unvoluntary sounds you were making, “yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Doctor!”

It took less than a second for the Doctor to be up, pushing up into your space and grinning widely in excitement.  

“That was a yes!” The Doctor beamed, eyes lighting up in sheer excitement as he bounced on the balls of his feet where he was stood beside you, “you said yes! Oh, (Y/N), my love, you said yes!”

The Doctor slipped the ring he’d held out to you onto your engagement finger (on the wrong hand, but you’d fix it later), then he was cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss you couldn’t be happier to accept.  

He pulled back in the same excitement he’d pulled you in with, eyes wide and adorning, and smile as bright as you’d ever seen it. You were sure your smile matched his almost identically. “You said yes,” he repeated, like he almost couldn’t believe it.

“I said yes,” you laughed, eyes watering as you looked up at the Doctor. His eyes were a bit wet too, but he looked more concerned over your damp eyes than his own.  

“You’re crying,” he whispered, cradling your jaw in his hands and swiping his thumbs under your eye lids to wipe away the tears.

“So are you,” you giggled, lightly slapping your hands on either of his cheeks so you could dry his tears as he’d done to you. “Happy tears,” you added as an explanation for the both of you.  

“Incredibly happy tears,” the Doctor gave a light laugh, “you’ve made me so incredibly happy, my love.”

“We’re getting married,” you dreamily whispered in reply. You still couldn’t believe it. You’d never really though the Doctor ever would’ve wanted something like this. Like marriage. And to a human no less.

“You’ll be my wife,” the Doctor agreed, eyes fondly settling on your face, “my beautiful wife.”

The Doctor pulled you into a hug, and you happily returned it, pressing the side of your face against his chest. He held you tightly, settling his cheek atop of you head, but you could almost feel him smiling above you. His hearts were sped up, excited and happy, and it made your whole being light up with warmth.

“I really do love you,” he whispered lovingly above you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, “I’m so happy you said yes.”

“I love you too,” you reminded for the second time, grinning into the fabric of his suit jacket. “I always have, and I always will.”

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Hope you enjoyed Ten’s overly excessive saying of the word ‘well’ while he’s nervous! As always, let me know if it wasn’t what you were looking for! I do hope I did the proposal justice, but I just don’t know with romance.

Oh, and Noelani means heavenly mist in Hawaiian as far as I know (from Google) and I thought it was an adorable name for the ocean planet. Now, as always, thanks for reading and new promps always appreciated!

[mrfeenysmustache]

White Day

Summary: Actions speak louder than words,though sometimes they're a little more delayed than is appreciated. A SessKag White Day one shot 


The furrow in her brow was beginning to give her a headache after so many hours of concentration, but she would just pop a pain pill later; her current task was too important, too crucial, too monumental, too- the kitchen timer dinged and with a gasp she rushed to the fridge.

Sitting pretty and perfect in the center shelf, the caramel centers for her next batch of chocolates were ready for dipping. She pulled out the tray and replaced it with the one full of freshly dipped and decorated chocolates, the ones with the vanilla cream center she was most excited about, and then set her timer for just enough time to set them without making them too cold.

“Now, to chop the nuts going on top of these. And then I need to temper the chocolate for the next batch since the filling is almost cool enough. I’ve got to grease the molds those ones are going in, but first I’ll need to color the white chocolate for the decorative drizzle. Oh! Did I get the edible glitter I wanted? I could have swore it was around here somewhere....”

She picked through the shopping bags until she found it and breathed a sigh of relief as she placed it on the counter. Then she took a moment to stretch her back out and roll her stiff shoulders.

Her phone rang, her best friend Sango’s picture lighting up the screen, and she answered it with a cheerful greeting.

“Hello Sango-Chan!”

“Kagome-Chan! I’m so glad I caught you. The rest of the girls and I are going to the movies tonight. Do you want to come?”

“Thanks for thinking of me Sango, but you know what tomorrow is, I’ll be busy making chocolates the rest of the night.” She answered, measuring out the nuts she needed to chop, and Sango sighed on the other end of the line.

“Oh Kagome, you’re still doing that? You know you’re too nice for him. I don’t want to see you upset when he rejects you.”

“If he rejects me. Like I told you, he’s not as bad as you all think. He’s been my partner in advanced Chem all year!” Sango sighed again and Kagome smiled to herself. She could just SEE her shaking her head.

“Whatever you say Kagome. If you change your mind about tonight though, call me!”

The line went dead and the kitchen alarm went off, signaling the time to take the last set of chocolates from the fridge.

“Well, time to get back to work!”

———

-one month later-

Kagome pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, sinking into the couch cushions and disrupting the piles of tissues littered around her. Her mood reflected back to her from the TV screen, where a woman weeped into her pillows after her lover had spurned her and left her alone.

She sighed. She’d been fine until today. She’d delivered her gift of painstakingly handmade chocolates on Valentine’s Day with dignity and confidence, and she’d beamed when Sesshomaru had taken them with a quiet ‘thank you’ and what she dared to think was a pale blush. But then nothing else had come of it, though he now sometimes walked with her silently between classes and she’d fooled herself into thinking he sat a little closer in their Chemistry class. But that was it.

As the weeks rolled by her hope and optimism shattered, and now it was White Day, and she just hadn’t had the strength to go watch all her class mates receive their gifts from the boys that returned their feelings.

“Get it together, Kagome. At least he doesn’t hate you.” She grumbled at herself with disgust. Moping around wasn’t like her, but after a month of wondering and over thinking and second guessing, she needed a day to mourn what would never be.

It had been a long shot anyway; Sesshomaru Taisho had never openly had a girlfriend. He was strikingly beautiful, as most youkai were, and had more than his share of admirers, but he had a reputation for being cold and above it all, so very few people approached him. He was quiet and studious, preferring solitude to group engagement, so few people even knew much about him.

Until Kagome had been assigned as his lab partner.

Being one grade above her, they shouldn’t have even had any classes together, but they both took advanced courses and ended up in the same chemistry class. She also helped tutor his younger brother who WAS in her class, so she saw him after school at his home as well. He was nice, in her opinion, and he spoke to her more than he spoke to just about anyone else. He had a dry sense of humor and a sharp intelligence, and his attention was focused and intense.

It was no wonder she’d fallen for him, and she wouldn’t regret at least TRYING to develop something between them, even if it had turned out so pitiful.

“After this I go back and hold my head up. We’re still friends, and that’s what’s important. I just couldn’t see him today.” She sniffled and rubbed at her raw nose with another tissue. A knock sounded from the door and with a resigned sigh she drug herself off the couch to go answer it. Her jaw dropped nearly to the floor when the door opened to reveal the very specter haunting her thoughts.

“Sesshomaru! I... I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Hn.” His brow furrowed as his eyes ran over her and she blushed, remembering she was still in her pajamas with unbrushed hair. “You were not at school today. You have been crying?” he asked, lifting his hand to try and wipe at the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“Oh uh... no! I just don’t feel well.” She waved him off, knowing that lying to a demon with such a keen sense of smell was pointless, but she prayed he was polite enough to ignore it.

He stared at her for a moment and she fidgeted in discomfort before he leaned down to pick up the box on the ground.

“I could not give you your gift at school, so I hope it is alright that I’ve brought it by this afternoon. Your friends told me where I could find your house.”

She frowned in confusion, looking from the box to his face and back again.

“Gift?”

He tilted his head to the side and lifted a brow in question, not understanding her bemusement.

“It is White Day.”

“But.... why?”

He blinked and then looked down at the gift in his hands, pulling it back slightly, and Kagome’s eyes widened to see what looked like insecurity on his face.

“You gave me a gift on Valentine’s Day, I am reciprocating. If I have misunderstood the intentions behind your gift then I apologize, I-“

“No no, Sesshomaru, you didn’t misunderstand.” She corrected, face burning in embarrassment. “It’s just, well, not much has happened between us since then, I didn’t think you actually reciprocated, I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

He met her eyes again and she could read surprise in his expression; she felt a little foolish to have misread the situation so badly, but apparently he had too.

She held out her hand, and he carefully passed the gift over. The box was highly polished wood with an intricate tangle of designs carved into the top. She lifted the lid and the inside was lined with deep emerald velvet. Nestled in the center, strung on a delicate chain, a dainty charm carved from a pure white shell shimmered iridescently in the sunlight.

“Oh Sesshomaru, it’s beautiful.”

“I am not skilled at crafting jewelry, but my mother is. I felt something handmade was the only appropriate gift after you spent so much time on mine.”

Her tears began anew, but she quickly wiped them away, determined not to waste anymore time crying, no matter the reason.

“Will you put it on me?”

He nodded, pulling the necklace from the box as she turned around. He gently moved her hair aside and her heart sped up as his arms wrapped around her to clasp the jewelry around her neck. She turned back toward him and blushed again at his small but warm smile.

“You look lovely, Kagome.” Her heart soared, and her hope, which had fled just a few hours before, swelled again and filled her up with so much warmth and light.

She’d never been so happy to be so wrong.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

He charmed her mother with his manners and won her grandfather with his knowledge of history, and though they caused a stir of whispers and gossip when they walked into school hand in hand the next day, being by his side was too sweet to notice.

[todoroki-waifu]

Note: I wrote this in 2014 but never posted it. At least I think I didn’t? Lol. Anyway, this is my first Haikyuu fic! I edited it a bit so hopefully you guys enjoy it! I love Kageyama so much. 😭♥️😭♥️

Kageyama x F!Reader

Word Count: 1631

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cursing.

A quiet but long sigh passes between your lips, your jaw resting on your palm while you stare out the window. All your friends take note of your somber mood and although you tell them you’re fine, your response doesn’t match your behavior. It was the beginning of the lunch period, but the cold weather persuaded everyone to stay indoors. 

Desks were moved around to accommodate the students’ ideal seating arrangement with their friends. You suddenly felt your desk shift slightly and you turn your head to find that Kageyama had pushed his table right beside yours. 

“Oi, I know you’re lying.”

“Eh? Lying about what?" 

"That you’re ‘okay’.” He situated himself back to his seat, facing you with determination to have you reveal what you’ve been hiding. 

“I’m not lying. Really! I’m just…tired. I didn’t get enough sleep.” Maybe if you kept telling yourself that, you might actually believe it yourself. 

“Hn.” He leaned in slightly with an interrogating aura surrounding him. 

“A-anyway, I’m gonna get something from the vending machine. Want anything?” You stood up, his presence overwhelming you slightly. 

“Yes, I want you to tell me the truth." 

"Kageyama-kun, I said I’m fine, okay? If you keep asking, I’m going to get mad.” Your annoyed look shut his mouth.

A few moments after you left, the door of his classroom was roughly opened and a slightly high pitched voice gathered everyone’s attention.

“__(y/n)-chan!” Nishinoya sings your name before his eyes try to find you. “Are you okay?!" 

"Who do I need to beat up?!” Tanaka pounds his right fist into his left palm. 

“Guys, we shouldn’t be so loud.” Asahi tries to hush the boisterous duo. 

“We brought you something that’ll hopefully cheer you up.” Sugawara chimes in, holding up a bag filled with various goodies. 

“Oh! You guys came here, too?” Yamaguchi is surprised with the sudden crowd in the room. 

“I told you it was unnecessary for us to come here.” Tsukishima sighs but quickly glances around the classroom to find you. 

Kageyama finds the volleyball team entering the room, walking to where yours and his desks were. 

“Where did __(y/n)-chan go?” Hinata asks after returning from the restroom.

“She went to get something from the vending machine." 

"Oi! Did you do something to __(y/n)-chan?” The two first years look to where their volleyball senpais were gathered.

“You! You look pretty guilty. What did you do to __(y/n)-chan, damn it?”

“Now, now, let’s calm down. I’m sorry about them. ___(y/n) is our friend and we’re just worr-”

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t do anything, I swear! I don’t even talk to __(y/n)-chan!” cries the freshman who Tanaka and Nishinoya decided to question. 

“I’m sorry about these three. Please ignore them.” Daichi bows his head to the young male, dragging Asahi, Tanaka, and Nishinoya to where the rest of the group was. 

“Stop scaring the first years!” He scolds. 

“Eh? But I didn’t-” Asahi doesn’t understand why he was being scolded. 

“Your face is already scary enough!” The poor long haired boy pouts at his failed attempt to defend himself. 

“Did you manage to find anything out from ___(y/n)-chan?” Kageyama hears Hinata ask.

“She hasn’t said anything. She keeps saying she’s fine and that she’s just tired." 

"Maybe we shouldn’t push her into telling us, but let’s just try to show our support.” Sugawara places a few snacks the team bought for you beside your bento. 

“You guys are overreacting. If she says she’s tired, then maybe it’s just that.” Tsukishima grunts.

“I know the difference between her being tired and when there’s something on her mind." 

"Do you really, now? I didn’t know you paid that much attention to her.” The blonde smirks at the black haired setter. 

“S-s-shut up! I just …there’s just a difference with her mood, that’s all! It’s not that hard to tell." 

"Let’s not argue. We’re here for __(y/n)-chan, remember?” Yamaguchi tries to pacify the two. 

“Actually, Kageyama is right. __(y/n)-chan isn’t tired. She’s a bit heartbroken.” Kiyoko finally reveals what has been bothering you. She knew exactly what brought down your mood. Although she wasn’t one to blurt out your private conversation, if it had the boys this concerned, they deserved to know that it wasn’t too serious, like someone bullying you.

“Heartbroken?" 

"Yes, she found out that the guy she likes, likes someone else.” That was all she would say. Giving out too much details would betray your trust. “I told her maybe it wasn’t true, but it still discouraged her. Anyway, try not to say anything. I don’t want to worsen her mood.”

The gang agreed silently to not mention what Kiyoko had said and decided to focus on making you feel better. You were surprised to find the group surrounding your seat, but smiled at their presence. You had a feeling they had the same concerns as Kageyama.

You were feeling better than this morning, but once in a while, you would slip into your distracted gaze. Kageyama was becoming quite annoyed with your behavior. Who the hell was that bastard anyway? He bet he would be a waste of your time. So, why did you care about him so much? 

After practice, he was one of the last few to leave school grounds. He spotted you walking towards the school gates, the setter quickening his pace to match yours. He got lucky that both your club activities ended simultaneously.

“Oi, __(y/n)," 

He was met with silence.

”__(y/n).“ He raised his voice slightly and frowned when you ignored him.

”___(y/n)!“ Kageyama finally manages to capture your attention.

"Ep!” You screech, turning to where you felt your hand being grabbed. Your free hand had its fingers curled tightly against your palm, ready to strike, but stopped when you recognized the individual.

“K-k-kageyama-kun! You scared me!”

“I’ve been trying to call you!” He had one arm up to defend against your almost attack. 

“S-sorry! I didn’t hear you.” You lowered your guard and he did the same, slowly releasing his grip.

“Clearly. Are you still thinking about what’s been bothering you all day?”

“N-no, I’m just tired.” You didn’t want your friends to worry.

“W-who cares about that damn bastard!” He was fed up with your crush. In the first place, why the hell didn’t your crush notice such a beautiful girl longing to be with him? Second, did he think he was too good for you?

“Huh?”

“I heard from Kiyoko-senpai that you had your heart broken. She didn’t say who, but that’s why you’ve been upset. Like I said, who cares about him? You’re too good for him anyway! I bet he’s just some idiot who’s too stupid to notice you. I bet he isn’t worthy of your attention. You should give me his name so I can kick his weak ass! I’ll prove to you that you don’t need a dumbass like that.”

“So…you mean to say that you’ll kick your own ass?” You blinked, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“Kick my own ass…? The hell would I do that for?”

“I’m gonna give you a minute to think about it.” You found it cute how Kageyama was becoming defensive for you. You didn’t intend to reveal who you were admiring, but you would feel better if your feelings were at least known.

“…I’m the lame dumbass that you like?” He points at himself, shock painting his face once he registers what you said.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “A-ah, but I don’t think you’re a dumbass!”

“Wait, but I thought that the guy you liked, likes someone else?” Kageyama was confused! He didn’t like anyone but you!

“Exactly. I’m probably taking a big risk here, but you’re my crush, Kageyama-kun. I heard Hinata talking about how you both admire Makoto-senpai and how you wish that she was in our year and that she would join the volleyball team. And I heard that you also plan to ask her out.”

“Wait…what? No way! I don’t like Makoto-senpai like that! And I think you’re seriously misunderstanding here.” [1]

“Eh? What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure which Makoto you’re referring to but I’m talking about the guy from the swimming club. Anyway, the reason I said that was because I admire him. He’s very athletic and passionate about swimming. I know it has nothing to do with volleyball, but I heard he gives out excellent training tips. I was hoping that we’d meet up sometime to discuss what I can do to increase my strength and stamina.”

“Oh…” you nod slowly before embarrassment shows on your cheeks. “Oh! Oh my -I’m so sorry for assuming things.”

“I-it’s fine.” He looks away to hide his cheeks that matched yours. “You can m-m-make it up to me by letting me take you o-out on a d-d-d-date.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you on a date? I technically did confess first.” With your face burning a deeper red and a shy smile, Kageyama felt his heart pump faster.

“But I l-liked you first so I should be the one asking.” He argues childishly, slightly disappointed that he didn’t get to confess to you beforehand. But that disappointment didn’t stay long since he was more than happy to hear your feelings.

“Is that so?”

“Mm.” He firmly answers.

“All right, well, I’m free Friday night. Does that work with you?”

“Yeah. I’ll pick you up at your place at 7?”

“It’s a date.” You take a step closer to him and lightly kiss his cheek. “See you then!" 

He watches you turn towards the direction of your house, your figure becoming further away from him. Shaking himself from the slight daze caused by your kiss, he quickly follows you.

"W-wait!" 

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[1] Free! :p

[emerald-amidst-gold]

8, 13, 80, 82, for the otp asks? 👀

OTP! OTP! >:3 Time for some more rambling~! You know, I think my love for these two dorks grows more and more as I create and talk about their dynamic. It just. HNNNNNGH. *makes grabby hands at dumb dumb wolf and dumb dumb dragon*

Anyways, my fangirling aside, let's get to answering! >:D Thank you so much for the ask, dear friend! X3

8. Who tends to worry the most?

I was going to answer this with 'both equally', but the more I think, the more I realize that Solas is the one who worries the most. XD

I mean, come on. We all know Solas is a natural worry wart. It's in the man's blood, and Fane has a tendency to make his dear wolf's blood pressure rise to fatal heights with the shit he does. PFFT!

Fane is a literal battering ram when it comes to battles (this is based on how I've specced him in-game), and he just charges in without caring if he'll get sliced, diced, or scorched. Fane's illness with magic makes it incredibly difficult for Solas to erect barriers on him, so he has to devise other ways to keep Fane in one piece (nitpicking about his armor, constantly asking, 'Are you certain you are ready?', and begging, 'Please control yourself this time, ma'isenatha.') All of that worry comes from the fact that Solas has seen Fane die, has had to guide him to it, even. Fane doesn't mean to brush off that concern and worry, but when he's embroiled in battle he...loses his senses a bit. Dragons aren't meant to fight, and fighting is what Fane does best in his new life, so he has a hard time balancing bloodlust with merciful restraint.

If Fane gets injured (which he does, but only grazes and the occasional gash), Solas won't let anyone else attend to him, fear gripping his mind, memories of blood soaked crystal and decaying scales cracking his mask and rendering him tortured. When Fane sees that, instead of just seeing the nagging, he'll go docile, go remorseful and will say, 'I'm sorry, my sky. I never meant to-- I only--hn.' Once they talk and wind down though, things get right back on track, but Solas is constantly worrying over his dragon--constantly.

Solas worries about everything with Fane--his scars, his nightmares, his battle with his identity--but battle is where he's the least reserved in it. He doesn't want Fane to have to fight, but he knows they both don't have a choice in the matter.

13. Who steals the blankets?

Solas. SOLAS.

Well, it's more that Fane gives the blankets to Solas. XD Due to the fact that Fane's affinity as a dragon was ice, he has a very low tolerance to heat. So, furs and even thin silken sheets can be a bit too much for our resident dragon to handle. Hell, Fane walks around the outer perimeter of Skyhold (trails along the mountains and whatnot) in nothing but a fur-lined cloak, his typical trousers, and his black tunic. My boy gives no fucks about the cold.

Fane and Solas' quarters in Skyhold stay a nice in-between temperature, catering to both their needs comfortably. Magic is a lovely thing, and there are certain minor spells that Fane can bear without throwing up all over the place.

...Fane does whine when the fire is a bit too stoked though. That's when the balcony windows get torn open by a deadpan Solas, who then regrets his decision like so many other things. *cackles* Fane just shrugs and gives his wolf that shit-eating smirk of his that says, 'That all you've got, Dread Wolf? Tsk. Shame.'

80. What do they love about each other the most?

Solas is enthralled by Fane's sheer tenacity. Even before the two of them realized who the other was, Solas found Fane's attitude admirable. He had a feeling that Fane was troubled, could see it during specific intervals, but he also saw the will to endure in emerald and gold. Despite the snaps, the snarls, and the moments of disassociation, Solas could see just how strong of spirit Fane was--making decisions without a single regret (on the outside, of course), standing firm to what he believed in, never bowing to those who wished to break him in half with their hopes and expectations, witnessing those moments of vulnerability when Fane's illness with magic became too much, but the other powering through it despite the pain, despite the hardship, and between it all, how much he cared about every. single. person he came across. The downtrodden and forgotten. The traumatized and bereft.

Solas adores Fane's tenacity, and most importantly, his devotion. The latter comes later when they form a romantic relationship, but Solas has always seen both traits in his dragon. And he'll do anything to make sure those shining spirits never becomes warped again.

Now, it may seem predictable, but Fane thrives off of Solas' brain. X'D Fane is a creature of observation, he picks and delves to determine why things work the way they do, or technically speaking, why people act the way that they do. As such, he's always stunned or enraptured when Solas becomes especially passionate about a topic (spirits, the Fade, the Elvhen, his beliefs, his opinions, etc.) Solas' questioning and curious nature is what made Fane open up as a dragon, had him seeing that there was someone not so black and white. So, even if it's sometimes at his expense, Fane lets Solas talk and talk and talk and talk until the candles are burnt down and the moon's high in the sky, never once letting his mind wander and spiral because he'd be a fool to ignore such a beautiful sight as his sky.

82. What is an inside joke they have?

Okay, okay! I may have mentioned this before, but Fane and Solas, on occasion, like to point out the sheer irony of Fane being the 'Herald of Andraste'.

What I mean by that is; he's a dragon. History tiiiime! >:D

Old Gods-depicted as dragons by the Tevinter Imperium.

Archdemons, those that command the Blights, the very thing the Chantry warns against aside from mages--dragons

Fane is a dragon. Fane is also the Herald of Andraste. The Tevinter Imperium used to worship the Old Gods which the Chantry says are false gods and the only true one is the Maker.

So, where does that leave us? Fane is a dragon being worshiped by most of Thedas as a literal figure of divinity. He's the very thing the Chantry claims is 'wicked' and 'heretical'. Furthermore, Fane does have the capacity to harbor a portion of an Old God's soul. *holds out hands* EH? EHHHH?!

"They worship me as a god, more or less, right?"

"If one where to delve deeply into the matter, then perhaps. I believe most of the beleagured and drifting see you as a symbol of hope, ma'isenatha."

"...They literally call me the prophet of their prophetess. They think I'm divinely touched."

"Technically, you are correct. But--oh."

"Yeah. Fucking hilarious. Looks like the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Let's hope the scum in Tevinter don't catch wind. It would be humiliating for the Chantry to know the people flock to a dragon."

"...You are ridiculous."

"But you're laughing, so I know you see the irony, my sky." *chuckles* "Ohh, my day just got ten times better with that realization. Imagine Cassandra's face! Hah!"

"You are far too riveted by this, my dragon. ...Though I admit, it is rather amusing."

"See?" *snickers* "Herald of Andraste. Pfft. I'm a fucking dragon."

Dialogue drabble that I may flesh out and form into a snippet of pure ridiculousness! But that's the joke between Solas and Fane, and when Cassandra's catches Fane nearly exploding with the force of holding his snorts back...well, let's just say she's very confused. *cackles*

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All the Stars {Tamaki Amajiki x Reader} - Chapter 4

Summary: When Fatgum hires a sidekick transferring from America and assigns Tamaki to show her around, Tamaki sees the differences between the two of them and wonders if they are even going to get along? At least she seems like a decent person...right

A/N: I know this took me longer than expected, but I had no idea what to write, should I continue in Y/n’s pov, or should I go back to Tamaki’s, where should I start, right from when he saved her or before that. But I finally got something out and I think it’s pretty good (kidding, I believe my work is trash) but enjoy chapter 4!

Word count: 2.1 k

Chapter 4 - Introducing Salamander and Suneater!

Tamaki said goodbye to his friends as they went their separate ways. Mirio had some meetings to get to, considering that he took over NIghteye’s agency when he finally graduated and Neijire had some endorsement meetings to get to. Once Mirio’s car left the vicinity, Tamaki took a deep breath of fresh air before heading to the train station to the agency. He wasn’t up for patrol but considering he had nothing else to do, he decided that he was due for some training anyways.

As he stood on the train, holding into the pole, he thought back to the conversation he had Mirio and Nejire-chan before they both had to leave.

“Tamaki, you’ve been a sidekick for almost 5 years… don’t you think it’s time to, you know, branch out?” Mirio began, using his hands to exaggerate the words “branch out.”

Tamaki looked away, not wanting this to be discussed again. Both of them looked at Tamaki who couldn't see them in the eyes, who instead looked out the window at all the people passing by.

“Tamaki, we only want what’s best for you. Right now, you are the most well-known sidekick at Fatgum’s agency, a lot of people are expecting you to start your own agency. We are more than willing to help you start the process!” Neijire exclaimed.

She grabbed Tamaki’s hands and squeezed them, making Tamaki feel a little more at ease. Tamaki had a conversation about this with Fatgum a couple of months ago, the BDE hero talking to him about possibly starting his own agency as well. Telling Tamaki that being just a sidekick wasn’t Tamaki’s purpose in life, that he has so much more potential than just that. Telling him that being just a sidekick isn’t for him.

Tamaki didn’t realize he got lost in his thoughts before Neijre squeezed his hands and pulled him back to reality.

“Come on, I can see your mind turning a little too fast. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” Neijre pushed.

He shuffled around in his seat to face her and he could feel both of their eyes staring right at him. Tamaki sighed and pulled his hands out of Nejire’s and ran them through his head.

“I don’t know…” He started, Mirio and Neijre leaning in to hear him better, “I just like it a lot at Fatgum’s agency and I’m pretty comfortable there as well.”

“Yeah but there’s so much more than just being a sidekick, having your own agency allows more freedom, you know this, we learned this back in UA! The whole point of being a sidekick is gain experience and public support so that later on, you’ll become a strong hero. Tamaki, you have BOTH!” Neijire noted, picking up a piece of her food.

Mirio nodded along with her statement, “Tamaki, we just want what’s best for you, you know that right?”

Tamaki blinks a couple of times before looking down and nodding, “yeah I know.”

Tamaki snaps himself out of his flashback as he hears the stop closest to the agency being called out. He tightened his hold on his bag and got off the train by the closet door near him. As he walked on the sidewalk, a sudden shriek ripped through the air and Tamaki immediately turned around looking for any impending danger.

Instead of danger, he saw a stampede of girls running towards him. Tamaki’s eyes widen and he froze as the girls surrounded him screaming his hero name.

“OMG, IT’S SUN EATER!!”

“CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!?”

“I HAVE A PHOTOCARD OF YOU, CAN YOU SIGN IT?!?”

Tamaki felt overwhelmed, he was usually with Kirishima when people recognized him and he usually kept them away from bombarding him like this. He wasn’t able to respond to any of them because they soon started to fight amongst each other.

“I SAW HIM FIRST!”

“NO, I DID!”

“I HAVE BEEN HIS FAN SINCE HIS WORK STUDY DAYS, MOVE OUT MY WAY!!”

Tamaki didn’t know what to do, he had tried to calm the girls down but they didn’t seem to hear him. As people started to crowd them to see what the commotion was, a large boom ran out in the distance. The shouting stopped as smoke arose in the distance and the ground shook slightly. Tamaki could hear screaming in the distance and before he could think, he started running towards the area.

“That looks like Tadashi Shopping center,” he mumbled to himself before realizing he wasn’t in his hero outfit.

He found himself in an empty building and begrudge used the temporary privacy to quickly change when his phone pinged and he realized that was the HN sending an alert. He pulled it out and realized he was correct in his theory about the shopping center.

Emergency at Tadashi Shopping center! Explosions, multiple villains at least 40 of them, confirmed casualties.

Tamaki eyes widened at the alert and quickly strapped on the rest of his hero outfit before rushing out the building and back until the open. Outside, he can see some of the sidekicks running around and heading outside.  Maneuvering through the crowds and making sure he didn’t run into any immediately injured, Tamaki kept his sights focused, not worrying about anything else.

He arrived at the shopping center and saw the chaos that it was. The ratio wasn’t pretty for the heroes, it was three villains to a hero. Tamaki was about to jump into the fight when in the corner of his eye, he was a flash of black, and an item that looked a lot like a sword ready to take aim. He looked back and saw a villain about to attack someone who had their back turned. Tamaki saw the person’s face and stiffened, it was Y/n. She was tending to a father and her daughter and didn’t see the villain creeping behind her.

The daughter noticed the villain moments before he struck but Y/n turned around too late and wouldn’t have enough time to activate her quirk without hurting the family she was protecting. Tamaki didn’t even think, he didn’t even remember activating his quirk. All he saw was tentacles quickly grabbing the villain and seducing him before the sword could make contact. He grabbed the villain and took the sword and threw him to a burnt building, causing loose pieces of the wall to fall on him to ensure that he was knocked down. Y/n saw Tamaki’s tentacles and looked to see who saved the three of them.

“Amajiki-san?”

Tamaki released his tentacles and ran over to them. He didn’t say anything and helped the dad to the area where heroes were guarding and providing temporary relief while Y/n helped the daughter. The two of them got them there safely and ran back into the fray.

“Amajiki-san?”

Tamaki turned to Y/n who was about to say something but saw a villain about to hit Tamaki’s blindside. Y/n quickly pushed his head down and attacked before he could land a hit.

“Fire Dragon’s Roar!” Y/n yelled before a large blast of fire got released from her mouth and hit the villain on target.

The blast sent him straight into another fight with one hero and four villains and hit all four of them and they all crashed into a building. Tamaki looked over at Y/n in shock and she just smirked and winked at him.

“Now we’re even,” is all she said before running off into the fight. He blushed at her actions before quickly snapping himself out of it, he can worry about that later, right now he needs to arrest as many of them as possible. Before he knew it, Y/n was dominating the fight. Her fire type quirk was basically invincible, not showing any signs of overheating or any usual weaknesses seen in people with fire quirks. The two of them fought beside each other, Tamaki using his tentacles to engage in mostly long-distance fighting while Y/n decided to go short distance fighting and cover her whole body in flames and was able to take out the villains with one punch or one kick. It was easy to see both the heroes and the villains the two of them were the main stage of the situation.

More and more heroes came to respond to the attack and the villains soon realized that they were getting outnumbered and some of them were able to slip through the cracks but soon enough the heroes were able to round up most of the villains and tied them up to be taken into custody. As Y/n helped the police put the last of the villains in the truck, she could hear a crowd starting to form, a really huge crowd.

“It’s Salamander and Suneater!”

“They were so freaking cool!”

“They work so well with each other!”

Suneater…? Y/n thought before looking around and seeing Amajiki with his head down pulling on his hood. Y/n could see a blush forming on his and smiled. She walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.

“We make a pretty good team huh?” She whispered in his ear.

Tamaki’s eyes widened at how close she was, feeling her breath on his ears which in turn caused his ears to burn even more.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, “I guess we do.”

“Salamander.”

The both of them turned around and saw Aoi looking at them, while Y/n couldn’t tell, but Tamaki could, he was glaring at them.

“The police want a final statement from you, let’s go,” is all the Magma hero said before turning around walking away.

Y/n smiled wistfully before slowly letting go of Tamaki.

“I’ll see you back at the agency Amajiki-san,” Y/n said before following Aoi to where the police were waiting for her.

Tamaki looked her back as she was walking away before seeing Aoi look back at him and glare, making him freeze up and look away.

Unbeknownst to them, or anyone in the shopping center, a pair of red eyes were looking at the destroyed shopping center with a dastardly smirk on their face.

“Well, what do we have here?”

                                                           ***

After Tamaki gave his own statement to the police and helping injured bystanders to the hospital, he grabbed his bag he abandoned in the building that she was lucky that no one and went to the agency to clean himself up and relax after that vicious attack. He went to the locker rooms and pulled out the toiletries bag had stashed in his personal locker. He chose the shower furthest from the door and turned the water, immediately choosing the hottest setting to help his muscles relax.  

Tamaki stood in the shower for a good thirty minutes, ten of that actually washing himself and his hair (yes he has his shampoo with him and don’t forget conditioner) and the rest of it allowing the hot water to fall on him and always cracking his joints. As the water dripped down his face, he thought back to his fight, being able to fight alongside Y/n. How she was able to move around with grace he’s never seen, how far she was able to bend back-

Tamaki shocked his face in his rag, he can’t think about her like that! He just met her, they’ve only met each other for two weeks. He took a deep breath in his rag before realizing he still had soap on it. Feeling his nose burn, Tamaki quickly used the water to try and flush out some of the soap while simultaneously blowing his nose. Once he felt he got most of it out, he turned off the water and wrapped his towel around his waist. He walked out of the shower and grabbed his bag and headed to where the rest of the things were.

Only he wasn’t expecting Aoi to be standing there at his own locker which was near his own. Both of them froze in what they were doing and stared at each other. Tamaki didn’t know what to do, he’s never been alone with Aoi considering how the 23-year-old felt about him. However, it seems that Aoi made the first move and started to walk past Tamaki. Once the two of them were shoulder to shoulders, Aoi began to speak.

“I still don’t get your appeal.”

And with that, Aoi continued his trek to the showers. Tamaki turned his head to look back at the man but saw no reason to confront him about what he just meant and walked to his locker to put his stuff away.

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Hey i hear youre taking batfam prompts Can you please do a fic which is set after the shit that went down in batman under the readhood between B and jay. Like after everything happens jayson goes to his hideout/apartment and finds dick waiting for him( he somehow figures out where he lives) anyway he just refuses to fight him and like they bond a bit. Or one where dick goes to damians parent teacher meeting cause bruce was busy or something

Dick wasn’t sure what woke him up until he noticed a fluffy black tail swinging back and forth over his head. He craned his neck upwards and was greeted by Alfred the cat looking at him through half-mast yellow eyes. Alfred looked content from where he was nestled on the rim of the couch. Dick could just barely hear his soft purrs over the sound of the TV. 

Shit. How long had he been asleep? Dick checked his watch and realized that it was almost three. Double shit. He should have already changed clothes and gotten the helicopter ready by now. 

Dick yawned and rubbed his hands over his face. He really didn’t want to get up yet. He was cozy in his corner of the couch with a soft blanket wrapped around him. It didn’t help that Damian was using his lap as a pillow and was acting as Dick’s own personal leg warmer. The downside about that was that Dick’s legs were feeling a little numb, and he knew once he got up he’d be hobbling around with pins and needles in his feet. 

Comfort aside, Dick was hesitant to wake Damian up since the kid had a cold. Alfred had told him about Damian being sick before he’d left for England. Dick hadn’t really thought much of it until he actually got to the manor the other day and realized that Damian hadn’t been sleeping at all because of his stuffed up nose. That—along with the fact that Damian could barely taste anything—had made the kid pretty grumpy. 

Now that Damian was finally sleeping, Dick wasn’t sure if he should stay put and let the kid sleep, or if he should wake him up to get ready for the parent teacher meeting. He knew that Damian wasn’t technically supposed to be at school for the meeting anyway. Dick could just make him stay home to rest. 

The more he thought about it, the more he realized Damian would insist on going with him since he’d been cooped up at the manor for the past few days. It also didn’t sit right with Dick to leave Damian alone when he was sick. At least if Damian stayed in the helicopter while Dick was in the meeting, Dick would be close by in case Damian needed him. 

With the decision made, Dick placed his hand on Damian’s back and gently shook him awake. 

“Hn?” Damian groaned softly. His eyes stayed closed as he tried to inhale deeply through his stuffed up nose. 

“You get some sleep, kiddo?” Dick asked as he rubbed circles on Damian’s back to get him to wake up more. 

“Mmm.” 

Dick smiled. “Careful. You’re starting to sound like Bruce.”

Damian scowled halfheartedly but still refused to open his eyes. 

Dick swatted Damian on the butt a few times. “C’mon. Up, up, up. I’ve got to change my clothes. You think you can go get the helicopter ready?” 

Having a job to do was apparently the incentive Damian needed to make an effort to wake up properly. He finally pushed himself off of Dick’s lap, and Dick helped guide him to his feet before he also got up. Just like he expected, the pins and needles wreaked havoc up and down his legs. He tried to shake them off while Damian took a few seconds to pet Alfred. 

“Do we have any tea left?” Damian mumbled in a way that sounded distorted from his stuffy nose. The dark circles under his eyes coupled with his sniffles made him look pitiful. 

“‘Course we do,” Dick said. He knew that wasn’t what Damian was really asking. What Damian really wanted was for Dick to offer to make tea for him. "Want me to get you a thermos of it for the trip?"

Damian didn’t answer for a moment, and Dick knew it was because he was trying not to sound desperate or needy in any way. If there was one thing Damian didn’t appreciate, it was being coddled like a child. 

“The Stitch one,” Damian said with a nod. 

“The what?” Dick asked. 

“The thermos,” Damian enunciated. “There’s one with Stitch on it. I want that one.”

Dick settled his hands on his hips and asked, “Since when do we have Disney themed thermoses?”

“Since Disney tried to partner with Wayne Aviation,” Damian said, reaching for a tissue from the box that was sitting on the arm of the couch. Dick had put it there when they were watching TV in case Damian needed it. “The thermos was included in their bribery package.”

“And they sent one with the character who was adopted by a family of orphans?” Dick smirked. “Hits a little close to home, don’t you think?” He didn’t bother bringing up the fact that Stitch and Damian probably had a little too much in common in terms of their creation and journey to become part of a family. 

Damian sniffed and nodded. “TT. I know. Trying to manipulate father’s emotions just like they do with every one of their foolish animations.” Dick tried not to laugh at how disgusted he sounded. 

"If they’re foolish then why did you keep the thermos?” he asked. 

A blush stained Damian’s cheeks and his shoulders tensed. He quickly turned away from Dick and put more effort into giving Alfred attention. 

“It’s practical,” Damian mumbled over the sound of Alfred’s increasingly loud purrs.

“Uh-huh,” Dick said knowingly. He decided not to give Damian shit about it even though it was extremely tempting. It wasn’t smart to poke at the kid’s pride when he was already a bit grumpy from his cold. Dick shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking backwards towards the door. “Well, if that’s the thermos you want, that’s the thermos you’ll get.” 

Damian’s shoulders dropped like he was relieved. Dick bit his lip to keep himself from smiling at how guarded the kid was about expressing his enjoyment for things he viewed as childish.  

Dick was nearly out of the room when Damian turned back around. “Thank you, Richard,” he said in that stiff way of his that practically screamed discomfort. 

Dick shrugged. He couldn’t hold back his amused grin any longer when he said, “No problem. That’s what ohana is for.” 

[boltwrites]

Can you do a headcanon threesome with nuktuk but like instead of the reader in the middle bolin is?

kinktober 2020 | this week’s list

A/N: this is a continuation of these headcanons except uh, Bolin is in the middle of the sandwich and i - hn. ANYWAY, i’m sorry these took so long i wanted to make sure they were actually good. also LONG POST

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your relationship with Bolin and Nuktuk was... progressing

after that first night together, you had spent almost every night since between both of them in some way or another. either with them both taking you like that first night, or one watching while the other had you, or one of them in your mouth with the other fucking you - 

basically, you had trouble walking for a while, but it was worth it, it was so worth it

however, outside of the bedroom, you usually had to alternate boys when you went on dates. they just looked so similar that it would have drawn suspicion, especially if either of them wanted to hold your hand or kiss your cheek

you were on one such date with Nuktuk - to a sweet, secluded little restaurant - when he dropped a bomb on you

“I think Bolin needs to blow off some steam,” he started out slow, confident as he sipped his drink. you shrugged. 

“I guess,” you replied, taking a bite of your food. he really was trying so hard when it came to pleasing you, now that Nuktuk was involved. he did seem more stressed.

“I think we should fuck him,” Nuktuk replied, as if he was talking about the weather. you choked on your steak

when you finally stopped dying, you looked at Nuktuk like he was insane. “what!?” this whole relationship was just an organized series of heart attacks

Nuktuk rolled his eyes, chewing on his own food. he waited until he had swallowed to speak again - “you heard me. we put ole Bo in the middle. not as much for him to worry about, like that. he can enjoy himself.”

you blinked at Nuktuk. “and you would be ok with that?” you asked. you were definitely ok with it, and you had to cross your legs under the table the more your thought about what Nuktuk was considering

Nuktuk shrugged, pushing his food around on his plate, and oh - was he blushing a little?

“why wouldn’t I be?” he replied, with a little grin, a raised eyebrow, trying to hide his embarrassment - and it clicked a little more. he... liked Bolin. your brain provided you with a convenient slideshow of all the time Nuktuk had encouraged Bolin in the bedroom, any time his eyes had raked over his counterpart’s - and you understood immediately

“I think we could manage it,” you replied, with a little grin back. the air around the two of you was lighter after that - Nuktuk was almost vibrating with anticipation, and you thought it was adorable. you thought that Bolin would be into it too - you had seen the way he watched you and Nuktuk, and you had a feeling he wouldn’t be opposed

that night, after your date, the apartment was filled with tension as you two waited for Bolin to get home. he was working later than usual tonight, and for the first time, you saw Nuktuk nervous

“I’m not nervous. I’m the hero of the south,” he huffed, crossing his arms and pouting. “sure you’re not,” you replied, with a little kiss to his cheek. “why don’t you go wait in the bedroom - Bolin will be home soon. I think I should talk to him about it first.”

so, Nuktuk did as you asked, and when Bolin arrived home, you broke the news to him. as expected, he turned beet red.

“I-he-me?” Bolin pointed to his own chest and you nodded. Bolin’s eyes widened like he couldn’t believe that of all people, Nuktuk was interested in him, and you had to try your best not to giggle. it was clear that Bolin was interested - even a little starry-eyed. but when he looked at you, he was nervous

“it’s not weird, is it?” he asked, his eyes so full of worry. you shook your head violently. “of course not!” you replied. but Bolin pressed more “and you don’t mind?” “why would I mind?” you were confused, and Bolin shrugged, with a “well, you’re dating both of us, but us dating each other...” “Bolin, i don’t mind! Nuktuk asked me first, and I already told him it was fine!”

that seemed to quell some of his fears, but his hesitance made you nervous. “listen, we can ease into this, if you want” “that would be nice,” Bolin smiled at you, soft. you hugged him tight, and that night, instead o having them both, you all settled in for a nice cuddle before you all fell asleep

for the next week, you made sure that Bolin and Nuktuk could have the house to themselves a few times, for their own little dates. they couldn’t go out, of course, but you could, and you spent the next couple nights either shopping yourself, or with friends

but that Friday? when you came home, there were no boys to be seen

“Bo?” you called out, setting down your leftovers from the dinner you had with some of your work friends. “Nuktuk?” you called, peeking your head down the hallway.

“bedroom!” Bolin called, and his voice sounded a little - breathless - oh!

you threw the leftovers in the icebox and tossed your jacket over the couch before you almost sprinted to the bedroom

Bolin and Nuktuk were already on the bed - both still clothed, or, at least, Bolin was clothed. Nuktuk had taken off his signature vest, but was otherwise covered, and you could see a dark mark forming on Bolin’s neck

“wow, starting without me?” you breathed, unable to take your eyes off of them. Bolin pouted, as if you had an actual problem, and he grumbled “I told him to wait until you got back-” “Y/n was taking too long,” Nuktuk grumbled back, and you giggled at the both of them bickering

“well, I’m here now, so, go ahead,” you gestured to the both of them, and Bolin blushed as Nuktuk grinned and pulled him closer, urging Bolin into his lap. Bolin was as red as anything, and you smiled as you kicked off your shoes to join them on the bed.

“oh Bo, look at that pretty mark he gave you,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around Bolin’s waist. he made a little noise as you kissed over it, and Nuktuk smirked devious. “thank you. I try,” he replied, and Bolin whined between you.

you slid your hands under Bolin’s shirt, nodding for Nuktuk to pull Bolin in for a kiss, and he did. you watched, transfixed, as Bolin moaned for him, still a little shy, as he opened his mouth and let Nuktuk take full control of the kiss

you trailed your hands up Bolin’s chest, mostly just watching them as Nuktuk kissed him with a passion you weren’t expecting. but fuck, they were pretty together, and your hands trailed lower, nudging the edge of Bolin’s waistband, and he whimpered

“do you feel good, Bo?” you asked, as Nuktuk wrapped an arm around Bolin’s waist, to pull him closer. you chuckled and edged closer to them both as well, even as Bolin’s hands wrapped around Nuktuk’s shoulders, tangling them in his hair as Nuktuk’s hands drifted lower - 

great minds think alike, you supposed, as you took this as your cue to drag your hands along Bolin’s clothed thighs, applying gentle pressure to the bulge in his pants just to hear Bolin moan loud against Nuktuk’s mouth

“Nuktuk,” you mumbled, squeezing Bolin soft through his pants. “i think we’re all wearing too much”

he agreed, even if he didn’t want to stop kissing Bolin. you both pulled back, you to discard your own shirt and work at the buttons of your pants, and Nuktuk to throw Bolin’s shirt off the bed

“I don’t know why you wear shirts,” Nuktuk mumbled, between kissed to Bolin’s neck. Bolin moaned, rocking his hips against Nuktuk as you reached around to unbutton them. it was difficult in the current configuration, but you managed

“because it gets cold,” Bolin grumbled, and Nuktuk shook his head. “that’s a stupid reason.” you couldn’t help but laugh at their dumb argument. 

“personally, I would love it if you never wore shirts, Bo,” “oh, so now you’re taking his side!” 

you all burst out laughing, some of the awkward tension dissipating as you leaned over to share a tiny kiss with Nuktuk, and press some kisses to Bolin’s cheeks as well. “what? I just think you’re pretty” you mumbled to him, with more kisses. he grinned back at you, but the grin quickly turned into a moan as you slid your hands down his pants to grip at him

“oh, Y/n-!” Bolin gasped, rocking into your touch. you kissed his neck, gentle, and Nuktuk tried to slide Bolin’s pants down as much as he could, squeezing his ass as he went.

“I think no pants would be a good idea too,” Nuktuk murmured, with a well-placed squeeze, rocking Bolin into your touch. he keened, and you shared a wicked grin with Nuktuk

but, you couldn’t tease Bolin like this forever. eventually, you managed to rearrange yourselves and disrobe in the process. you lay back against the bed, Bolin on top of you, and Nuktuk behind him

“c’mere Bo,” you mumbled, wrapping your hands in his hair and pulling him close. he moaned gentle, wrapping his arms around you and holding you gently. he pressed into you slow - he was so worked up that he had to, but you keened at the feeling of him, tugging on his hair and holding him so close.

“mm, you feel so good,” you praised him, covering him in kisses. you knew that this was new for him, and you wanted to provide him with all the support in the world

especially as Nuktuk draped himself over Bolin, rubbing two slicked fingers against his entrance

“ready for me, sweetheart,” he mumbled against Bolin’s ear, and Bolin shivered, even as you rubbing your hands up and down his back, soothing him. “yeah,” he mumbled, and you felt him twitch inside you - just how excited he was for it

Nuktuk started with a single finger, but spirits, was Bolin into it, nuzzling into your neck as you pet through his hair, his hips rocking into your in time with Nuktuk’s thrusts

when he added the second finger, though, was when things got interesting. he managed to find that spot inside of Bolin that made him arch hard, gasping against your neck as he shook

“oh, there?” Nuktuk asked, a devious grin across his face as he pressed his fingers against that spot harder, just to hear Bolin scream

“don’t tease him,” you warned, holding Bolin close as you pouted at Nuktuk. “he’s gonna come if you don’t calm down.”

“fuck, that soon?” Nuktuk asked, and Bolin whined out a gentle, “no, I’m not-” but the way he shook when Nuktuk pressed against that spot again told a different story

Nuktuk purposefully avoided that spot as he opened Bolin the last little bit, kissing the back of his neck as he removed his fingers and Bolin whined at the loss of contact

“please -” he moaned, but he didn’t have to wait long. it only took Nuktuk a second to slick himself up and start to press into Bolin, and both of the boys gasped at the feeling

“fuck, Bo, how are you so-” Nuktuk’s thighs shook as he tried to slide in slowly. “-tight?”

Bolin couldn’t even reply with words - just strangled moans as he ground against you, then back against Nuktuk. you were the only one that had some semblance of composure, but even that was dubious, because fuck, the feeling of Bolin inside you when he shook like that was so good, and you loved seeing him fall apart like this

finally, Nuktuk seated himself inside Bolin, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing his forehead to Bolin’s back to catch his breath. you laughed a little, lightly, at Nuktuk’s lack of composure. fuck, they were both so pretty like that

“move, please,” you begged, wiggling back against Bolin. despite the lovely visuals, you were getting a little impatient. “I don’t care if it’s Bo, or Nuk-”

the breath was ripped out of your throat in a sweet moan as Nuktuk thrust out of Bolin as back in, the force of it pressing Bolin into you with a cry, and fuck, if it didn’t feel good.

“like that?” Nuktuk asked, with a stupid smug look, even though he was breathless and sweaty already. Bolin was shaking, barely able to hold on.

“yeah,” you gasped, and Nuktuk started up a rhythm, fucking into Bolin deep and steady as you held him close, grinding against him from the other side. Bolin was gasping, barely able to do anything other than shake and moan between you two, his hips twitching as he tried to hold himself back

“c’mon, Bo,” you mumbled, as Nuktuk thrust into him harder, starting to lose control. you pet through his hair, kissing his forehead, his cheeks - then pulling him in for a sweet kiss, holding his face in your hands and swallowing his moans. “come for us, baby. show us how pretty you are.”

“fuck, please, Bo,” Nuktuk added, wrapping an arm tight around Bolin’s chest, making him keen. “wanna feel how tight you get when you come. wanna feel you lose it so bad on my dick -”

Bolin made a strangled noise, gasping hard as he came between the two of you, and you moaned at the feeling of him filling you, those final grinds as Nuktuk thrust into Bolin hard, pressing against you just right and sending you over the edge with him, your orgasm making Bolin cry out louder as you clamped down tight around him.

Nuktuk came soon after, with a few hard, rough thrusts into Bolin. he came with a strangled moan, grinding against Bolin’s ass as he filled him, and Bolin made the sweetest surprised noise at the feeling of it. you laughed, petting through his hair and kissing his cheeks sweet as you all calmed down

[kurowrites]

cute AU prompt? “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” i can see wangxian doing this!!! wei ying staying up until past 5am studying, lan zhan waking up and getting out of bed to see that wei ying is still fucking awake and hasn't moved since where he left him last night

“Wei Ying.”

“Nn,” Wei Ying replies, but it’s clear that he’s not really paying attention.

“It’s time to go to bed, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan tries anyway.

“I know, Lan Zhan, I know,” comes the distracted answer. “I’ll go soon. I just want to finish this part.”

Lan Zhan sighs, but he gives in. It’s completely useless to try and talk sense into Wei Ying when he’s in this state. Lan Zhan knows that from experience. He’s failed to pry Wei Ying away from his desk when he’s on a study binge too many times already, and he’s not up to giving it another try tonight. He’s mostly just tired and wants to sleep.

“Good night, Wei Ying,” he says instead of any other words that might weigh heavy on the tip of his tongue, and turns towards his bed, folding back the cover.

“Night night,” Wei mumbles as Lan Zhan slips into bed.

Lan Zhan can’t help the sweet feeling that spreads in his chest. He looks at Wei Ying’s figure, framed by the weak light of the desk lamp as he is bent over a thick book, and he feels both affection and longing. A slim figure dressed in black-and-red flannel pyjamas, with bare feet and tousled hair.

Wei Ying is cute. Cute and everything else that Lan Zhan has ever wanted.

And Lan Zhan will never, ever tell him that he feels that way.

Lan Zhan closes his eyes.

---

When Lan Zhan wakes up the next morning, it’s still dark outside. He doesn’t need an alarm clock to wake up at 5 am sharp; the habit has been ingrained into him for many years. The world outside the window is still dark, but the dorm room itself is illuminated by a small source of light.

The desk lamp on Wei Ying’s desk is still turned on, and Wei Ying is still sitting at the desk in the same half curled-up position that he had been in when Lan Zhan went to be last night. The only difference to the night before is that his hair is even messier, and that a different book is placed in front of Wei Ying now.

Lan Zhan gets up quietly, slipping into a robe to shield himself from the chilly morning air. The room, along with the rest of the dorm, isn’t exactly well-isolated. He wonders how Wei Ying isn’t freezing right now, with his bare feet exposed to the cold night air.

He moves over to the desk.

“Wei Ying,” he says, quietly. “Good morning.”

“Mmmh,” Wei Ying replies; a sleepy sound.

He looks up from the book and blinks a few times, as if trying to bring Lan Zhan into focus. He looks tired, and wrinkled somehow, though not in a physical sense. Lan Zhan feels tempted to reach out and smooth Wei Ying out.

Wei Ying smiles once his gaze clears and he recognises Lan Zhan.

“Lan Zhan,” he says with the happiest expression on his face. “There you are.”

He blinks with a slowness that makes it clear he can barely keep his eyes open.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says. “It’s time to sleep.”

“I’m almost finished,” Wei Ying resists.

“You were almost finished eight hours ago,” Lan Zhan reminds him. “You need to rest.”

Wei Ying smiles another happy smile, but his eyes close, and he sways a little to the left.

Does Wei Ying know how tempting that face is, Lan Zhan wonders. Turned up towards him so trustfully, eyes closed, a quiet confidence in Lan Zhan’s willingness to take care of him. It’s almost too much.

“Lan Zhan is so good to me. Always making sure I’m fine. So good, so good.”

It’s clear he’s barely awake now. How he held out so long, Lan Zhan will never know.

It is easy, so very easy, to reach out and place his hands on Wei Ying’s hips. He’s done it before. There is no resistance when Lan Zhan takes hold of Wei Ying and lifts him up, makes him stand and walk the few steps over to his bed. When Lan Zhan folds back the covers, Wei Ying crawls in obediently.

Still, he complains, even as he snuggles into his pillow.

“Lan Zhan, I still have so many things to do, I can’t sleep yeeeeeeeet.”

The end of the sentence turns into a huge yawn.

“I will wake you when I’m back from class,” Lan Zhan promises. “You need to rest a little now.”

“Night night,” Wei Ying whispers, and then he’s out like a light.

Lan Zhan carefully wraps him in his blanket, makes sure he won’t get cold, and…

Sometimes, he is weak, he admits.

He leans down and places a gentle kiss on Wei Ying’s forehead.

“Sleep well, Wei Ying,” he whispers back. Then he straightens up. He leaves their shared room to head to the bathroom and get ready for the day. It’s only a little past five; at this time of the day, the bathroom will be deserted, as it always is.

Lan Zhan will have time to collect himself before he has to face the world outside of that small dorm room, and the strange, messy person that is currently asleep in it.

---

When Lan Zhan returns from class, he finds two eyes watching him from inside the blanket burrito on Wei Ying’s bed.

“You are awake?” Lan Zhan asks.

“Lan Zhaaaan,” the blanket burrito whines. “I slept for too long.”

“You needed it,” Lan Zhan replies.

“There are only so many hours in the day,” Wei Ying pouts. “It’s a waste to spend half of it asleep.”

“It’s also a waste to spend the rest of it too tired to do anything,” Lan Zhan says; it’s an old argument, well-worn by now. “I brought you food.”

He holds out a bag that contains a sandwich he knows Wei Ying likes.

That’s motivation enough for Wei Ying to pop out of his cocoon and make eager grabby hands for the bag of food. Lan Zhan hands it to him, and watches him dismantle it with quick movements.

Wei Ying looks up at him, smiles, and slaps the empty space on his mattress repeatedly, inviting Lan Zhan to take a seat.

Who is Lan Zhan to refuse? He gingerly takes the offered seat.

Wei Ying takes that as an invitation himself, and lets his head drop onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder, leaning against him as he unwraps the sandwich. He’s still sleep-warm, and he looks soft and tousled, and Lan Zhan finds himself wishing to monopolise this sight forever with shocking intensity.

“Yesss,” Wei Ying says when he sees that Lan Zhan has brought him one of his favourite sandwiches, the bánh mì from the Vietnamese food truck with a generous helping of hot sauce. “Lan Zhan is indeed the best.”

He takes a few quick bites and chews enthusiastically.

“Hn,” Lan Zhan agrees. Wei Ying should better be aware of that: That Lan Zhan is the best. That he takes care of Wei Ying. Not the girls that he keeps flirting with.

“Mmh,” Wei Ying hums, satisfied. “Delicious. Ah, if only I could marry someone like Lan Zhan, I would be the happiest man alive. So well taken care of.”

Someone like Lan Zhan. Someone like Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan feels a crushing weight on his chest. Why is it always someone like Lan Zhan, and never Lan Zhan himself? Why can’t he be an option? Is it because he’s not a girl, and Wei Ying likes girls that much? He’s confident he could take care of Wei Ying’s needs very well. All of his needs.

It makes him angry, somehow. Lan Zhan has been right there, ever since the first year of university when they started to share a dorm room, and he thinks he’s amply demonstrated by now that he’s the ideal candidate. How can Wei Ying still not know?

Something hot and insistent rises in his chest. Before he can help himself, he opens his mouth.

“Wei Ying can always marry me.”

Wei Ying jerks and looks up at him in shock, before he quickly dissolves into laughter.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” he chuckles. “That would be terrible! You should go and marry a nice girl, have adorable and extremely smart children, and live happily ever after.”

Lan Zhan freezes. He struggles for a moment, trying to settle his feelings. Does Wei Ying… does Wei Ying not know? Has he somehow missed the way Lan Zhan feels in all these years?

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asks, and Lan Zhan notices that Wei Ying’s mirth has turned into a worried expression. “Did I say something wrong? You don’t have to marry if you don’t want to, you know.”

Oh, Lan Zhan very much wants to marry. Only it’s not a girl he wants to marry. It’s never been a girl he wanted to marry.

“That would be fine really,” Wei Ying muses as he takes another bite of his sandwich. “We could be single together. No girl wants to marry me, so I’ll probably be single forever.”

How, Lan Zhan wonders. How can the person he loves be so stupid? How can he not understand? How much more obvious does he need to get?

“Wei Ying. Can always. Marry me,” he presses out, emphasising every word. Trying to make it as clear as he can that he means every word. That he would marry Wei Ying, if only Wei Ying would say yes.

This time, it’s Wei Ying that freezes, his sandwich forgotten halfway on its way to his mouth.

“If you say such things, Lan Zhan,” he says eventually, his tone light, “I might take you seriously. You don’t want that.”

Lan Zhan breathes out. Doesn’t want that. Like hell he doesn’t want that. He would drag Wei Ying to the registrar’s office right now, if Wei Ying agreed. How can Wei Ying be so oblivious of his feelings? What else does he have to do?

“Wei Ying should marry me,” he says.

And with Wei Ying’s face right there, it’s easy to turn his own, and place another kiss on that forehead.

Wei Ying is silent for far too long after that.

Then, he starts to laugh.

“Ah, Lan Zhan!” he exclaims. With quick fingers, he rewraps his sandwich and pushes it aside. “I warned you.”

The next thing Lan Zhan knows, there is a faint trace of hot sauce prickling on his lips, and Wei Ying is prancing towards the door of the room.

“I’m gonna brush my teeth,” Wei Ying says as he turns back for a moment. “After all, I don’t want to traumatize you. I want you to kiss me again.”

Wei Ying has slipped out of the room before Lan Zhan can tell him that it would take a little more than hot sauce to keep him from kissing Wei Ying. Again and again.

If he’s allowed to, now.

[readbythestarlight]

c2e128

On hi Gale!

"Boyfriend? Ugh!" xD

I NEED THE SHIRT IMMEDIATELY

Oh lord here we go.........

Oh Jesus okay here we go

I’m worried about Caleb here. Just, being faced with Trent like this, in this place especially, and being back in a corner

[[MORE]]

Goddddddddd

SHIT

god I’m shaking

Counterspell counterspell

God RUN YOU FOUR RUN

Someone hug him

FUCK OFF IKATHON

HOW IS HE DOING THIS

Using message?

"I don’t know if I’m ready to talk to you yet"

No babes he’s not talking to you

Fuck you Trent

Veth being surprised they actually succeeded Lol

Give one to Essek plz

Attunment sigh

Veth honey do you not have a key to the house

Fuck OFF TRENT

I’m going to crawl through my screen and tear him apart

Oh no

Now the assembly is gonna be after them for sure

Carrots are immune to scrying it’s canon

Also fuck they shouldn’t have gone to Veth’s house

Caleb... babe......

Fuck now he knows about the

Oh no

"I have my theories about where you might have learned" don’t TOUCH my other boy Trent I WILL personally fuck you up

And he knows about Vess too great

YES be worried for Essek

Please check on him

Caleb is shaking so bad

Babe

And now if something happens to Essek Caleb will blame himself for that this is NOT what I want

Okay good, good, reassure him

"I am responsible for your family. And yours. And you."

"And I worry... that I am... the very thing he told me I was."

"Not yet. Not yet."

"You did good. You got what we needed."

Good, reassure him.

Oh no she did talk about her mom to the guard fuck

"He was looking at you with puppy dog eyes?"

"Oh my god Fjord he loved me so much."

Jester is gonna send her to the Gentleman xD

"I think we’ve done enough damage today." Taliesin xD

Okay seriously huh Caleb please

Also I’m Shadowgast trash so I hope something comes from this

One to all family members and then one for Essek good

Hn I get Fjord’s point tho being near the ocean isn’t good for him personally

Veth and Yeza are literally just so wholesome and cute

Divine Intervention okayyyy

Artagan left her on read lol

Awww Yasha talking to the Stormlord

Whatcha so nervous about, babe?

Jester trying to help Yasha out is so sweeeeeet

Artagan is SUCH a dork I love him

Oh no

It’s THOSE crystals

Caleb is fucked UP right now y’all need to take care of this boy

God this is fucked up fucking fuck

Genuinely when is it going to be time to kill Trent

Taliesin xD

I miss whispers pandemic will be over WHEN

Awwwww god I love their reunions

Oh god poor Marion

I hate this

"What have you done?"

Noooooo

"I’m not angry I’m just—I just worry about you."

I’m crying it’s fine

We stan supportive family members

Uncle Caleb

Fjord you dork xD

Be careful Blud buddy

Oh Fjord, what have you done you goober

Anyway I’m nervous about those two

I need to sleep ugh

Anyway can we briefly talk about how Veth is apparently planning to leave the group after Aeor

Not that I can blame her but that’s gonna be SAD

Anyway I’m glad they’re gonna take a calm "let’s talk to them" approach

"Making’ my way downthestairs" I love how they always burst into that song

Ooooo Jester going in disguise as mom, that could be risky

Stop fucking calling him Bren

Wait

Astrid??

Is it Astrid and Wulf??

Holy shit and they’re WARNING him??

Oh god oh god oh fuck

This is bad

"Trent is, um... frustrated" Trent can choke

"And I hope we don’t meet again."

They’re helping him and I’m baffled yet glad

Oh man... poor Jester, she’s gonna be so upset with herself for mentioning her mom

I know Cad doesn’t go for it, but I’m gonna forever believe Wulf has a bit of a crush on Cad

They’re helping Caleb specifically which is giving me some hardcore feelings

Blud should go with them too if he wants, he can help keep Marion safe

Also god I can’t wait for the Gentleman to open the door and see all this happen

Who is it who is

Oh another one?? How are Astrid and Wulf going to lie about being there if there’s a

Mother FUCKER I KNEW IT

Veth honey be careful

Don’t go in don’t go in they WILL catch you

Okay good

Time to GO

I hate the idea of splitting up but time to go time to GO

God I’m so fucking stressed

I hope Yussah is willing to help them

And NOW we go to break

L: "we’ve played this game for years! It’s make believe! I’m so scared!!"

They can track Yeza, and also probably Marion

Please Yussah be willing to help them I’m begging

Wentsworth is a good boy at least I like him

How is Marion?? Is she okay?

Oh sweetie

Hardcore agoraphobia poor dear

Caduceus you’re such a sweetheart

Also Cad is scared too he sounds so tense

He’s in the

He’s out of town?

HE’S GONE DRAGON HASNT HE

He

He went to the WHAT

I love that he’s trying to help I guess but that makes me vaguely nervous

Aw not dragon, what a shame

Oh sure Jester there’s no way THAT could go wrong

If y’all get Yussah’s tower fucked up he’s gonna be so pissed

Using unknown magic is probably not your smartest choice rn

Wait can’t Beau just read any language? I thought that was a monk thing

Okay okay okay

I really wanted Blud to come with them :(

Plane shift oh dear

Y’all don’t need to plane shift how will you get back again??

Can y’all then get back after resting?

And it’s not even big enough for all of them

And also like they could just end up getting stuck fighting things they don’t have spells for

Caleb shut the fuck up

Thank you for putting that down immediately, Cad and Veth

Sewers gross

Why don’t you all just go to the sewers and hide out and get to a ship and go

I don’t like splitting up I don’t like splitting up I don’t like splitting up!!

Like they’d be split up for at least a few days right? And I don’t like it

Hide them in the ball???

I was thinking that, Veth! Not that it’s a good idea but I just so hate splitting up

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I’m so STRESSED

oh fuck

FUCK

NO

Who is at the DOOR

Right it’s like reverse Narnia

No Matt now you’re backwards xD

They’ve all confused themselves now with the time ball

So you’re gonna send the family to the fire plane instead??

Fuck fuck fuck GO

Yussah’s gonna be so pissed if someone breaks into his tower because of them while he’s looking for answers for him

Aw Fjord’s and Jester’s little goodbye “be safe” moment

Fuckfuckfuck

I’m so fucking stressed

Can y’all believe the happy fun ball has become such a useful thing?

FUCKING NO

NOOOOO

NOOOOOOO BITCH

Goddddddd

I can’t breathe

“It’s like Rolf in Sound of Music” except Rolf betrayed them

I’m SCARED y’all god like I’m literally so stressed out

Is it Thursday yet??

God I hope Yussah is safe and that the Assembly doesn’t hurt him or steal any of his stuff

And Wentsworth too

[sesskag-week]

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

SessKag Week 2020 Day 7: Random Prompt- Actions Speak Louder Than Words

I don’t own anything Inuyasha.

A/N: Tropey tropey trope trope. If there are errors… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

…

The large beast swung his tail at the charging group and Kagome, taking the extra half-moment to ensure Shippo had jumped out of harm’s way, could not move in time. The tip of the tail tripped her and, with a graceless tumble, she hit the dirt hard.

The scratches down her shin burned and her shoulder protested her attempt to rise. Hissing, she stumbled again. Kagome’s head hung low as she tried to catch her breath and take her thoughts away from the pain.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her and she recoiled, bracing for an inevitable impact. Instead, she only heard a familiar, and dismissive, sigh.

“Hn, perhaps you should hide with the children, miko.”

She raised her heated gaze to the taiyoukai, ready to insult the haughty demon in return, but stopped short.

He was offering his hand out to her.

Tentatively, she reached out and grabbed it. As soon as she was on her feet again, he disappeared, already swinging his blade at the enemy.

Without time to think about what had just happened, she cleared her mind and raced forward, feeling her power, and her spirit, rise to the moment.

.

The dark priestess was formidable. With her ability to use spiritual energy and dao blades in unison they had to adjust their strategy several times on the fly just to get a solid hit on her.

Finally, she had screamed out in defeat and fallen. The group began to tend to their wounds, and Kagome looked around for their unofficial, but more frequent, members.

Hidden under the shadows of trees, she saw the bright orange checkers of Rin’s clothing. She grabbed for the first aid kit and, subconsciously, tucked her hair behind her ears in a fruitless endeavor to smooth it out.

She plastered on a caring smile and made her way towards Sesshoumaru and his charges. Rin caught her gaze quickly and she saw pain in the little girl’s eyes.

“Rin-chan!” she exclaimed, “What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

The girl nodded and wiped away her unsuccessfully suppressed tears. “Hai, Kagome-sama. But, Sesshoumaru-sama’s hand-”

“Rin,” the taiyoukai’s deep voice interrupted with such finality the girl did not even stumble over the next unspoken word. She looked to the ground unsure of where the fault lay within her concern, but caring deeply about acquiencing to his wishes.

Kagome’s face wrinkled in a scowl. “Don’t be mad at her for caring! What happened?”

Sesshoumaru sat against a large tree, staring off to seemingly nothing, and did not answer her.

The miko scoffed and, in her ire, approached him without realizing what a bad idea it probably was.

“Hey!” she demanded. “I’m talking to you!”

Lazily, his eyes shifted to her own. Then he just stared. However, she saw the tightening of his jaw and her frustration lessened. “Wait, are you really hurt?”

He quickly looked away. “It is nothing.”

A tickle of fear rose in her heart. No wonder Rin had been upset, barely anything seemed to affect him.

“Let me see.”

His eyes narrowed. “No.”

That arrogant, self-righteous attitude annoyed her to no end. So, she knelt bedside him and tugged at his sleeve as if trying to pry something from Shippo’s hands. “Like I care if you are hurt or not! Just, let me see.”

He raised an eyebrow and slowly revealed his hand which had been burned from holy energy up to the elbow.

Kagome huffed, “You’re a pain in the ass, do you know that?”

The confusion in his expression only deepened as she scolded him. Her tone was rough, but as she wrapped his injury, her touch was gentle.

.

Sesshoumaru stood alone, as he often enjoyed, to meditate on whatever vexing problem that currently plagued him. For centuries it had been the location of Tetsusaiga. Then, it had been the truth behind the blade and his half-brother’s connection. Following that was the issue concerning the cursed Naraku, but now…

His isolation was interrupted as Inuyasha leapt from a nearby tree and landed behind him. From his scent, the youkai could tell he was agitated but not outright hostile.

“Oi!” the hanyou screamed. “You and I need to talk!”

“Hn,” he sighed in response. The night was creeping into the last light of day. He would have to return to his charges soon, and his problem still tugged at his desired peace of mind. Having his half-brother interrupt was certainly annoying as well.

Inuyasha gritted his teeth and growled, “What’d think you’re doing showing up all of the time?”

Sesshoumaru looked behind his shoulder towards his little brother. “I go where I desire.”

“Keh! What exactly is it that you want? To wait till I’m weak enough to finish me off? To watch me fail?” His growl still rolled in the silent space that stretched between them.

Finally, Sesshoumaru looked back to the horizon. It was almost fully dark now. “If I thought you weak,” he began, “I would not fight at your side. If I wanted you dead you would have been by now. And if I was still ashamed,” he paused, and a hint of regret betrayed the timbre of his voice, “You would know.” He turned fully towards him and stared him down, challenging him to deny his words.

Inuyasha’s ear flattened against his head and he sputtered. After a moment, he finally shook himself and said, “Keh, like I give a damn what you think.” The indignant tone from earlier was all but gone, and, suddenly feeling very awkward, he ran away.

It was not until Inuyasha was almost back at camp did he forget himself enough to smile.

.

The next time he appeared, Kagome beamed, then denied any excitement she had felt when Shippo asked.

.

“Look, Sesshoumaru-sama!” Rin exclaimed. “Kagome-sama is down there!”

He fought against glancing to where his ward was pointing. “Hn, my brother’s miko is of no concern.”

Rin giggled and Sesshoumaru, losing his own fight, took a peak to the ground as they flew by.

.

In the next battle, Kagome fired an arrow passed Sesshoumaru’s ready blade, effectively purifying the demon who was dumb enough to go after their shards.

Feeling cheated, the taiyoukai looked back at her. “I do not require your assistance.”

Her prideful smile dropped and she stomped her foot. “Oh yeah? Well, I don’t want to help you anyways if you are going to be so ungrateful!”

.

That night over their cook fire, Sango focused on Kagome and asked, “What is going on with you and Sesshoumaru?”

The miko waved her hands nervously. “Nothing!” she insisted with a blush creeping up her neck.

.

Kagome wandered to the river’s edge, trying to appear nonchalant as she concentrated on her surroundings. She thought she had felt-

“What are you searching for?”

She yelped at his sudden appearance and fought against the embarrassment welling up inside her. “No one!”

He stared at her for an uncomfortable amount of time and watched her fidget. Then, his lips twitch just slightly in a reluctant smirk. “I did not ask ‘who’ you were searching for.”

She was staring at his foreign smile and forgot to deny his insinuation.

.

“Ooohh,” Jaken grumbled to himself, “Sesshoumaru-sama spends too much of his time concerning himself with humans. First, this stupid child he awoke with Tensaiga. Then, with a demon slayer boy. Now, that filth Inuyasha’s priestess has-”

“Jaken,” Sesshoumaru warned, and it was enough to silence the small demon and send him to the floor groveling. He did not need to answer to the musings of a lower demon, or to anyone for that matter. But, with an unenthusiastic shrug, he did anyways. “She is clearly the best way to enact my revenge against Naraku.”

Then, he heard her call out for him, the alarming call drifting on the heady wind of autumn, and he snarled. With a blur, he was gone.

.

The woody spike of Naraku was coming straight for her heart. Her arrow was alight with the strongest energy she had ever conjured and when she fired it tore through her nemensis like rice paper. The normally confident spider roared before turning her way and charging. She had another arrow readied, but did not even realize she had called for aid. 

The evil hanyou was almost upon her. Determined tears had trailed down her cheeks, but she held her ground. She shook, but she was not scared.

She was waiting.

Naraku’s dark miasma was about to crash down on her when a sharp slice tore through it, the energy of the attack cracking the sky, and sent the wretched creature back. Their foe retreated, but swore that they would never get the best of him.

.

She couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw those red eyes ready to eat her alive and the silver hair of Sesshoumaru blocking the path. He had appeared right before her, almost an instant after she had unwittingly called for him.

Then, he had looked over her shoulder and she saw the concern that twisted his normally pristine features.

She had been entranced, but he quickly broke whatever spell he had on her when he said, “Move. You are troublesome.”

And her anger quickly replaced whatever pride she had felt before.

Of course, they had won the day, but she was still disturbed. Kagome tossed, tried to sleep, and saw his golden eyes take her in. She turned fitfully, pulling her sleeping bag above her head, and saw his gritted teeth and protective stance- a warning to anything that would dare even look at her strange.

Kagome pursed her lips and tossed the coverings off of her. It was no use. She wouldn’t get any sleep with her traitorous mind reliving the scene over and over again.

Tiptoeing out of their hut for the night, she walked into the moonlight. The breeze was chilled and brushed against her skin. The adrenaline from the battle still had her nerves on edge, and her shivers had nothing to do with the cold.

Eventually, she reached the old, comforting sight of the well that carried her through the ages and sat at the edge to wait. To no one, she said, “This is stupid. What did you think would be here?”

Then, he was.

He shined under the moon and her breath hitched. Swallowing her apprehension, Kagome asked, “Wha-what are you doing here?” Her increased heart rate betrayed her. She was pleased.

Sesshoumaru smirked. “I assure you, it was not to be in your presence.” He walked closer.

“Thank you for protecting me today.”

“Hn, will you require my protection more in the future?”

Eagerly, she shook her head and smiled. “No,” she lied.

He was in front of her now, as close as he had been when he appeared to strike down Naraku. She could feel the heat from his skin and the dangerous sizzle of his youki against her own energy.

“Do you want to protect me, Sesshoumaru?”

He did not break away from her gaze. “No,” he lied.

Slowly, his hand reached up and brushed the bangs from her forehead. His clawed fingers lingered as they ran through her hair. “Are you nervous, Kagome?”

She was shaking. “No.”

His hand was on her cheek, guiding her lips to his, and stopped a breath away. “You can stop this,” he warned, as if she would want to.

Kagome closed her eyes and the distance between them, then smiled against his kiss.

…

[mythicamagic]

Sesskag week Day 4: Comedy

Summary: Kagome resolves to snap a photo of the infamous Killing Perfection, which proves more difficult than expected. Oneshot.

AN: For Sesskag Week Day 4 - Comedy.

Rated T 

2,900 words

(all prompts posted on Ao3, fanfic.net and Dokuga)

Camera Shy

To the surprise of pretty much all who knew her, Kagome pursued art and photography in those three years away from the feudal era. In fact, even after the well re-opened, she continued to take classes, often creating life-like drawings from whatever photos she'd taken.

After joining everyone on a warm spring day for a picnic, Shippo had innocently inquired;

"What's that, Kagome?" pointing at a square black box hanging around her neck.

Grinning, she tapped it with pride.

"This is my instant polaroid camera. Very vintage, very hipster- some might say," she giggled, noting everyone's puzzled looks. Raising it, she took a snap of the fox demon, who yelped and ducked behind Sango's leg.

Crouching down, Kagome held out the photo once it had slid from the camera, shaking it gently and showing him the blank space that slowly filled with his image.

"Fascinating," Miroku hummed, while Sango nodded in awe. Inuyasha merely snorted, unimpressed since he'd been exposed to so much future tech already.

Kaede gasped, staring at the picture with mild concern.

"You have imprisoned him."

"What? No-" Kagome smiled and shook her head. "It's just a photo. Kind of like a painting. I feel bad that I never took any before but I was always so busy with Naraku or studying for tests."

Taking the photo gingerly, Shippo grinned at himself. He then beamed brighter and tugged on Kagome's sleeve. "Let's go show Rin!"

---

After taking various photos that would make a historian lose their mind, Kagome sat back within Kaede's hut and sketched some snapshots. She quietly giggled at the candid pictures; Inuyasha caught mid-yawn, exposing his thick fangs. Miroku studying a scroll while holding his youngest son, who drooled all over his robes, Kirara playing with a ball of yarn, Sango teaching her daughter a style of kickboxing, or Shippo trying to cram an entire sandwich in his mouth at once.

While looking through them, however, one particular figure seemed to be missing among her collection.

Approaching the stoic demon lord with perhaps a little too much familiarity and enthusiasm, Kagome smiled at him as he peacefully reclined against a tree.

"Sesshoumaru," she raised her camera slightly from where it hung around her neck. "I don't know if you've noticed on your visits but lately I've been taking-"

"Photos. Rin showed me some."

Kagome stopped and hummed. He caught on fast. And judging by how warily he eyed her camera, the answer to her question simmering right on the edge of her tongue would be a big fat no.

"Right! Sooo I've taken photos of just about everyone now," dragging her sneaker back and forth over the dirt, a hopeful smile graced her mouth. "All except you."

"No."

Ah, no use in sugar-coating it, huh?

Kagome rose a brow and folded her arms. "May I ask why?"

Giving a sigh that bespoke of his annoyance with having to explain himself, Sesshoumaru idly studied sharp nails. "I do not believe you have earned it."

Out of all the things she'd expected him to say, that wasn't on the extensive list. "I haven't earned a picture of you?"

"Hn."

Smiling slightly, she sized him up. "And what do I need to do in order to get a snap of the illustrious Lord Sesshoumaru?"

Golden eyes slanted up at her and crinkled at the edges in slight amusement. Kagome's insides went all warm for some reason, cheeks reddening. "You needn't do anything grand. This one is merely discontent with letting you capture a picture of me so easily. I will not forbid you from trying, however."

Kagome tried to follow his line of logic, experimentally shifting- before grabbing her camera and rapidly pressing the button.

Sesshoumaru blurred away from his spot.

Jolting, the miko whipped her head around, grasping her photo and watching as it cleared to reveal a plain tree. No Daiyoukai in sight.

A piquant scent filled her next inhale. Kagome's skin pricked, hot breath dancing over the nape of her neck.

"Do you understand now, miko?" he rumbled.

"Y-yeah," glancing at him over her shoulder, she tried in vain to ignore the heat in her cheeks and pleasant twinge in her lower stomach. "Sure, I'll play your game- and win too."

Confidence clung to Sesshoumaru like a second skin as he tilted his chin up, the ghost of a smile curling his mouth. "Hn."

---

The next time Lord Sesshoumaru deigned to grace the village with his presence, Kagome was ready. Having memorised his visiting schedule with Rin long before, she lay in wait within the trees.

Grinning sharply, she let out an evil laugh reminiscent of Naraku's 'kukukuku.'

Straddling a tree branch and hearing Shippo's signal (a whistle from further away in the trees) Kagome tightened both legs around her perch and held the camera, holding still. It had only taken a few lollipops to persuade the kitsune to help.

Heart thundering and eagle-eyed, Kagome waited with bated breath for any sign of the Daiyoukai wandering below en-route to the village.

Upon glimpsing the tell-tale red and white silks and silver hair, Kagome swung herself down. Gripping the branch hard with her legs, dark hair flew up, leaves being knocked free and cascading around her as she appeared before him, hanging upside down.

With a smirk, she struck her finger onto the button- just as Sesshoumaru blurred through the air, palm closing over the lens.

Kagome squeaked, mouth falling open. Her gaze slid from camera to Daiyoukai, who gazed at her, face quite close to hers. Thin lips then curved down, but from her flipped perspective, she realised the jerk was smirking at her.

Kagome's legs then lost their grip. Yelping, the miko dropped like a sack of potatoes, landing hard at his feet in a sprawl of limbs. Letting out a long groan, Kagome patted around, hands empty. Something light was then placed onto the crown of her head. Reaching up, she felt the camera and frowned just as Sesshoumaru smoothly stepped over her body and sauntered away, continuing on without a care in the world.

Growling, Kagome sat up, rubbing her throbbing skull.

Shippo burst from the trees and landed beside her. "Ahh that was a colossal failure! You okay Kagom-"

A giggle slid out from the miko, shoulders shaking. Shippo's tail puffed up, observing her wide smile with slight unease.

"Heh, he's pretty good," she flashed a sharp grin, cheeks glowing. "This is fun. Who knew such a stuffy guy could be playful."

Shippo tilted his head to the side, not exactly understanding but smiling anyway. "Let's go with plan B!" he encouraged.

Kagome nodded with determination.

---

Typically during the afternoon portion of his visit, Sesshoumaru would leave Rin to her duties and go recline against a tree situated near a small lake, sometimes reading. Following this ritual, the Daiyoukai now sat at the base of a tree and drew up one knee. Drinking in the quiet serenity of the picturesque scenery, Sesshoumaru leaned his head back and looked out at the glittering water-

-only to notice a reed moving.

Raising a brow, he blinked. Relaxed muscles then stiffened, and he reacted seconds before Kagome lunged up from within the water, a waterproof camera in hand and reed clutched between her teeth as a breathing tube.

Yanking her camera up, Kagome's victorious expression changed the second she registered red youki cloaking his form, curling around it like a thick mist.

By the time his energy dissipated, a giant silver furred inuyoukai towered above her.

Blue eyes widened, which only caused the smirk to grow wider on his feral jaws. Sesshoumaru slammed a paw down into the water.

Yelping, Kagome was soon consumed in a mini tidal wave.

By the time she'd surfaced, coughing and minding slick hair away from her face, the dog demon had trotted away, tail swishing behind him with an arrogant flair. Kagome glared and trudged to shore, leaving soggy footsteps on the sand.

"Uh...Plan C?" Shippo chanced weakly, hopping out of some bushes.

Kagome nodded, sputtering some lake water from her mouth. "Plan C."

---

The way she figured, Sesshoumaru was one of the fastest beings alive. Yet with every attempt to take his photo, he'd not turned tail and ran once, instead meeting her head-on.

This led her to believe that if she could distract him with enough things, he'd stay rooted to the spot out of sheer bullheaded pride but be too overwhelmed to react as she took a photo.

With all this in mind, Kagome adjusted the bow and quiver of arrows over her shoulder before gripping a saddle and unsteadily climbing onto the back of a horse.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Shippo said, tail twitching worriedly as he gazed up at the tall steed.

"Kaede said she didn't mind me borrowing her horse, I don't see the problem," Kagome wobbled and clutched at the reins.

"But you don't even know how to ride a horse!"

"I know the basics," she huffed, clicking her tongue and urging the horse into a walk. "See? Easy. Now, let's just do this as we practised and it'll run smoothly," touching the camera hanging around her neck, she grinned.

The fox demon hurried alongside the horse to keep up with her. "When we practised you weren't on a horse," he mumbled worriedly. "Can we go through it again, just to check?"

"Oh alright, worry-wort," Kagome smiled. "Sesshoumaru is going to come from that direction," she pointed further along the dirt road. "You'll burst out of the forest and turn into a smoke bomb to disorientate him. I'm going to come galloping by and release one of these," Kagome touched the fletching of an arrow. "Which has been modified to be soft pointed and filled with a strong perfume that'll release on contact. This'll temporarily daze him further while the smoke clears- and when that happens, I'll loop around him and snap my picture."

Shippo continued on all-fours, frowning to himself. "I'm still not too confident in my smoke bomb illusion though."

"I know you can do it," she smiled. "Don't sell yourself short."

"But maybe something else would work better, like this-" he hopped up and burst into his floating pink ball form with a loud 'pop!'

The horse suddenly reared, making a whinny of distress, eyes wide with fright. Kagome gasped, clinging to it's back and yelping as it bolted.

Shippo gaped and popped back into his regular form, watching her image draw further away at a breakneck speed. "Kagome!"

Squeezing her eyes shut and feeling the horse gallop with powerful strides that threatened to knock her off, all she could do was cling to its neck. The reins flailed in the air- and if she could just grab them and pull the beast to halt, maybe he would stop. Kagome whimpered, body jolting from the movement. Cracking open fearful blue eyes and trying to reach for them- she felt her thigh slip slightly. Quickly abandoning that idea, she clung like a madwoman, tears stinging her lashes from the breeze racing by.

I screwed up! This was a terrible idea!

Looking ahead of them with mild disorientation caused her breath to hitch the second she caught sight of a pale figure. She stiffened.

Sesshoumaru stood on the road. They were headed right for him!

"Sesshoumaru!" she cried, trying to get across to move aside.

The Daiyoukai observed them with a frosty expression, slowly raising his claws.

Noticing the toxins colouring them green, her eyes widened. "Don't hurt him!" she burst. The fault lay with her, not the horse.

Sesshoumaru's eyes flickered with mild frustration. He then leapt up in the air to avoid a collision, floating above their heads. The sight of him became blurry because of tear-filled eyes, and Kagome ducked her head into the horse's mane.

Speeding before them again and landing, Sesshoumaru then drew his sword. Lifting it- he then slammed the blade into the earth. Bakusaiga emitted a large burst of green youki, skittering over the ground in a wide arch that flashed like minty lightning.

The horse skidded to a stop, kicking up dirt and neighing, rearing back on hind legs. Kagome gasped, unprepared for the movement- but clinging hard.

Slamming both hooves down and whickering, the horse panted wildly, finally still. Feeling hands slide under her numb thighs and wrap around her torso, Kagome stiffly unfolded from the saddle, placing her hands on broad shoulders as she was lifted down.

Kagome buried her face in the demon's neck, shuddering violently. She muffled sobs into his flesh, gripping his exquisite silks so tight her knuckles bled white.

Sesshoumaru held her without a word, nose dipping into windswept dark hair.

When Shippo finally caught up, having pursed on all fours, he jumped up into her arms and wailed louder than she, crying and nuzzling the frazzled miko.

Calming and smiling tiredly, she petted his soft red hair, looking up at Sesshoumaru. He gazed back, face closer than expected. He then shifted mokomoko beneath her legs to support her weight, picking up the reins of the horse and leaving the road.

"Are you angry with me?" she muttered, feeling the tension in his frame.

"Answer me this; can you ride horses?"

"N-no..."

"Then you were foolish," Sesshoumaru bit out. "But one cannot completely predict horses. I do not care for them," he threw a glare over his shoulder at the steed dutifully following them. He then released a hard exhale through his nose, levelling a frown at her. "Never do something so ridiculous again for a game, miko. My picture is not worth injury...or worse."

Kagome rested her cheek against his furs, looking up at him and feeling a twinge in her chest. His worry felt better than any blanket and hot cocoa could right then.

Noticing what direction he headed in, Kagome touched a striped cheek. "L-let's not head to the village just yet. I'd rather...calm down in the forest somewhere."

Sesshoumaru rose a brow but nodded, feet shifting and changing direction, walking beneath the shadows of the trees.

---

She felt glad of the quiet, the calm serenity surrounding their afternoon after all the chaos earlier. The horse grazed within a clearing near the lake, seeming to comfort eat. Shippo had fallen asleep, curled into a ball at her side. Kagome quietly sketched with a notebook and pencil in hand, sitting against a tree. Opposite her, Sesshoumaru reclined against his own, gazing at the scenery with a touch of daydream hazing his eyes. The light bathed his hair in a gentle glow, eyes the colour of milky honey instead of the usual burning embers.

So lost in thought was he that Kagome smiled. She then cleared her throat to gain his languid attention, turning the sketchbook around so that the page faced him.

"I win," she said softly.

Surprise slackened his expression, attention flitting over the paper where his likeness lay with impressive attention to detail. The pencil shading captured the soft shadows of his face, the richer, darker tones coloured his chest armour. Even the long silver hair looked sublime, life-like. Somehow the minute details and the idea of her watching- staring at him for so long made his ancient blood heat.

He realised, somewhat belatedly, that this was what he'd sought. Not a quick, cheap snap of a camera, but her willing and arrested attention upon his face.

Sesshoumaru dragged his gaze from the picture to dancing blue eyes.

"Indeed."

Kagome smiled, turning the picture back to gaze at it with affection.

"Why did you desire a picture of this one so badly?" he asked.

Not looking up, she brushed a thumb over the sketches pointed ear. "I like having pictures of my friends. Besides, this is yours now. A thank you gift for saving me."

Sesshoumaru observed her carefully, noticing the quiet fondness gentling her features as she looked at the picture instead of him. Because it was safer than gazing at him.

"Let me see it up close," Sesshoumaru uttered.

Kagome raised her head and blinked but nonetheless rose and walked over. The second she crouched before him- a clawed hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist and tugging.

This resulted in her body swaying forward, nose stopping inches from his as she squeaked.

"You seem to find satisfaction in looking at this one, miko," his voice curled into a teasing tone. "Perhaps this proximity is preferable."

Kagome's mouth turned dry, heart thundering. Setting the sketchbook down and shifting her knees beneath her, she nodded with a shy smile. "Y-yeah...it is. I'm glad you noticed," she murmured, placing her hands on the cool, steady metal of his chest plate. When she did not pull away in rejection, Sesshoumaru's clawed hand slid possessively to her waist. An aristocratic nose brushed hers, mouth hovering close.

"Do you do this with your friends too?"

She huffed, blushing. "No, only with crushes."

Thin lips tugged up at the edges before spreading wider with victory, flashing a fang. Kagome found it perfectly endearing. A rare, beautiful moment she wished she could capture forever. But, as the Daiyoukai guided her mouth to his wickedly grinning one, she figured they had plenty of opportunities to repeat such a soft moment, however many times they wished.

End