#Asta thank you for encouraging this mess

[absolute-flaming-trash]

A little self indulgent, if you know you know

This is very short so I’m not gonna tag anyone this time.

Pairing: Hisoka x Reader

Soulmate AU, SFW, Yandere

Word Count: 1′015

Warnings: Mild yandere/possessive behaviour, implied kidnapping, implied murder. Not edited.

Thirty seconds is a funny amount of time.

Depending on context it can seem like an eternity, like a person trying to hold a plank for the first time; or it goes by quick as lightning, like the final moments in a cooking competition before the timer hits zero.

To Hisoka it was far, far too fast. The context wasn’t a fight, nor was it even time spent in bed - as laughable as that was.

It was the infernal amount of time he was allowed to see you.

He got the same amount of time as anyone else did. Thirty seconds of seeing through his soulmate’s eyes per month. It was rumored that the closer in proximity you got to your destined, the timespan between visions would shorten to a week, but with how rare people actually found one another…

Well, as much as he wasn’t one to hope for things, he found himself hoping in this case.

What was particularly infuriating was that there were no warning signs for the visions at all, and they always occurred at a random time. There hadn’t been many times it happened, but the few moments he was in an altercation and his vision suddenly switched to mundane everyday life activities, he had returned back to his point of view with injuries that he would never have allowed to happen.

The fight would always end very shortly after that.

He was also disappointed in the fact he didn’t have time to prepare himself for what you would see. He’d resigned spending time in his apartment with his clothes off more often than not so you could see just how lucky you were.

How exciting your visions must be compared to his. Your life was always so dull. Part of him could not understand how he was intended to be with somebody who was so painfully predictable - going about life in the same monotonous pattern every day; but the other part of him was thankful.

It would make tracking you down just that much easier once he figured out who you were.

While it was partially a lack of trying on his end - as he had much more interesting things to do than find his personally assigned toy - you certainly didn’t make it easy either.

Everyone saw through their soulmate’s eyes. The world experienced from the point of view from their unknown love for thirty seconds, and for those thirty seconds he spent looking through your eyes, you had yet to look at a mirror. Or any reflective surface for that matter.

It was like you did it on purpose, hiding yourself from him so he wouldn’t know what you looked like.

The only things he knew were that you lived alone - another fact that vexed him since tracking you down through family was out - and you lived in a city. He had hoped for a defining landmark, maybe the one in a million chance that you would look up and stare right at Heaven’s Arena one day, but there had been no such luck.

The challenge would’ve been appreciated far more if it wasn’t for the disrespect he felt from your actions. How dare you not let him see you. He went out of his way to make sure you knew exactly who your intended was, the least you could do is return the favor - damn the randomness of the visions occurring. You had to slip up one day. Just one day out of the damn month, you had to look into the window of a store or catch your reflection briefly in a bathroom mirror.

And one day you did.

Thankfully he was not preoccupied and not away from his home, so to say he was delighted was an understatement. He was in the optimal setting to finally see you. To sate the burning curiosity that was inside him.

But the more he took in, the more displeasure filled him.

Not at your appearance. You were lovely, a lot lovelier than he thought you’d be considering how often you avoided your own reflection.

No.

It was because you were at a salon. You were grinning ear to ear at the hairdresser who was placing the hairdressing gown over you. The visions never came with sound, but he could read lips well enough to know what was going on. To understand just how drastic of a change would be happening, and it resulted in a rush of pure anger to flow through his veins.

He had just found out what you looked like, and now you were making changes? Not even having the common decency to let him see you as you were before, nor the finished product so he knew what to look for exactly?

It was the fastest thirty seconds he had ever experienced.

Unacceptable. You had given him a preview only to promptly slam the door in his face and change the locks. His aura oozed out of him at frightening levels - if he paid attention he would have noticed the pigeons on outer fixtures of his window fly off in fright.

The anger in his bloodlust was only curbed once he replayed what he saw in his mind - a Cheshire-like grin splitting across his face.

It would be the one time he approved of you looking away from the mirror.

The name of the salon on the business cards was very easy to find in the Hunter database. Where he wouldn’t make it in time to stop whatever atrocity you were inflicting upon yourself, as the business was in the next city over, he now knew. He knew where you were, and there was nowhere you could hide.

He stood up from his seat, arching his back like a cat as he stretched - joints popping and only adding to his satisfaction before he headed towards the door, heels clicking rhythmically on the wooden flooring.

Perhaps it was time he went to play with his toy. After all, you did belong to him.

And he didn’t appreciate others touching what was his. No matter the circumstance.

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[mellowswriting]

braiding Bucky’s hair hcs

Bucky is skeptical at first. He doesn’t understand why you want to mess with his hair or what you could even get out of it. But this is you. He loves you. He trusts you. So all it takes is seeing the excitement in your eyes when you ask if you can braid his hair, and Bucky’s sitting his ass down on the floor so you can do whatever you want. 

In spite of that initial hesitation, Bucky downright melts at the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair. It’s so… intimate. A simple bit of affection that makes him want to crawl into your lap and beg for more. Don’t you dare stop, because he’s gonna whine and give you those puppy dog eyes until you keep going. 

Even when you accidentally tug on his hair or catch a tangle with your fingers, he wants you to keep going. Please, fuck, never ever stop. Bucky notices eventually that you actually are styling his hair, some intricate braid that he can’t follow but he doesn’t care. Do whatever you want. At that point, he’s so boneless and relaxed that he’s dozing off with his head resting back against your thigh. 

You wake him up just long enough to get him into bed so he can sleep comfortably, and of course, he pulls you down to snuggle with him. It’s a thank you for doing his hair. At least, that’s what he murmurs into your neck before he falls back asleep. In those groggy moments just after waking, he completely forgets that his hair is still all done up. He stumbles into the kitchen for a glass of water only for Sam and Steve to both crack up at the sight of him. 

They shut up when you eventually appear behind him and wrap your arms around his middle, only in his shirt and your underwear with a dopey smile on your face. They won’t tease him too much, especially when they see how Bucky mirrors that sweet smile.

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[radiowallet]

How about Bubbles with Dr. Djarin and First!

Mandy! Thank you! I'm just going to say this is the SWEETEST thing I have ever written. Get your toothbrush ready. I could probably write a whole second part that's less fluffy more smutty

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, Din being stupid cute. Takes place 3 years after Grogu is born, so he's not ooc, just a really good Dad!

“Here comes the bubble monster! Rhaaarrgh!”

“Dada no!”

The combined laughter floats down the stairs from the master bath, and you smile as you finish putting away the leftovers from dinner. Din had offered to take clean up duty for the night but you were happy to do it. Bath time was his favorite, a hold over from when Grogu was brand new. You can still close your eyes and see large hands cradling the tiny infant over the sink, gently rinsing suds from his downy soft hair, wrapping him in a large towel and holding him close to chase the post-bath chills away. Those first few months in that comically small apartment feel like a million years away sometimes, but on nights like these it all comes rushing back to you. Stuck between more than friends and something permanent with Din, the pair of you barely sleeping as you navigated becoming parents practically over night, and constantly worrying if it would all be pulled out from under you until the papers were officially signed. There were so many questions then, most you barely had the courage to think inside your own head, let alone say outloud.

One final wipe down of the counter, and you’re satisfied with the state of the kitchen, content in the fact that tiny 3-year-old hands will be making a new mess in less than 12 hours, so really, why the fuss? You follow the continued laughter upstairs and into your bathroom, and have to stop yourself from screaming and laughing all at the same time.

Bubbles.

The tub is filled with them.

Overflowing would be a better description. Grogu is lost amongst them; the only sign that he’s still in the tub is when the mountain of suds giggles and shakes as Din splashes the water around. If only the new interns starting tomorrow could see the big, bad, cardiothoracic surgeon now, a crown of foam atop his head and a soaked through t-shirt as he plays some unintelligible game with his son.

“Does someone need saving from a bubble monster?” You wonder aloud to the room and the bubbles giggle one more time.

“Mommy! Save me!”

“I don’t know Adi, the bubble monster might get her too,” Din teases; pulling you down onto his lap. The moment is brief but sweet, as he lets his forehead brush against your own, but then Grogu is jumping between you, letting out his own monster roar, and covering all of you in endless bubbles.

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[poundstonaira]

Short Story: Yuno - Surprise Celebration

Word Count: 1358

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It was around 9 o’clock when Yuno had just finished taking a nap from the mission he was on earlier. He’s been stressing himself out by taking 5 missions in a row today. When he woke up this morning, he was reminded that today was October 4th, which was the day he was founded at the church. Ever since he joined the magic knights, he had no intention of celebrating today since it wasn’t his actual birthday and was only the day that Father discovered Asta and him. He only intended to have his day go on as usual like nothing happened.

It’s not his actual birthday, October 4th wasn’t the exact date he was born so why bother celebrating or do something special when he can go on a lot of missions and take a nap?

It’s not like he cared or anything.

The 17 year old boy gets out from the covers, then stands up to give himself a little stretch with a groan added. A tall boy like him needs to stretch after taking a nap, he also hates the sounds of his bones cracking.

He puts on his boots and takes off his cape and robe and opens his door and starts heading to the mess hall where he thought he was going to have dinner and call it a night. 

He starts to think otherwise when he hears the hallways of the chambers are dead silent and no one is there. He doesn’t even see Klaus nor Mimosa waiting for him so the 3 can eat together. Yuno then raises an eyebrow at this, seeing how strange it is to see the hallways of the Golden Dawn headquarters be so damn empty. Yuno could even hear his own thoughts right in front of him.

Where did everyone go? The amber-eyed boy thought to himself, before taking one good look again to see if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him to still see that no one is there, once again.

That’s strange, maybe they went to go eat out with each other. Klaus and Mimosa are probably at the mess hall. Yuno thought, starting to walk down the hall. There was still no one in his vision and the dead silence just lingered there in the atmosphere, it was so silent that he felt like his ears wanted to close up on him. Yes, there were days when his squadmates were lazy and just slept but this silent vibe was quite weird to say the least.

He continued walking down the hallways, still seeing that none of his squadmates were there until he was at the door of the mess hall.

Yeah… I don’t where they are so I’m going to too much about-

“Happy birthday, vice-captain Yuno!”

Was what Yuno heard when he entered the mess hall of the Golden Dawn headquarters. His eyes widened as he saw his fellow squadmates smile, cheesing, and waving at him with pure energy as he just stood there like he had just seen a ghost jumpscare him.

He looked shocked as a motherfucker.

It’s quite a strange and surprising site for Yuno to see his squadmates doing something so special for him this time. It was just last year when they were at his neck for being a commoner, having such strong magic and raising high in the ranks. But now, since he’s vice-captain and all, they want to treat him like he’s a prince, like he’s a part of the group that they considered family.

It’s really quite funny how nobles treat commoners. Noble must feel some type of envy to accept them, it’s even hard for them to admit that.

As Yuno stood there with the same blank, shocked, confused expression on his face, a chuckle escaped from the crowd of Golden Dawn’s magic knights. The chuckle came from a girl called Y/N who set this whole little party up.

“Aww! Look at him, he’s blushing! He’s embarrassed!” Y/N laughed loudly, pointing a finger at Yuno who was blinking rapidly with a small blush on his face, probably meaning that he was flustered.

“I’m not embarrassed.” Yuno said in a dead tone, looking away from squadmates who were laughing and chuckling at his flustered face. Y/N gave Yuno a cheesing smirk, trying to joke with him a bit more.

“Yes you are.”

“I’m not.”

“UhM… YeS yOu ArE.”

“No. I. am. Not.”

“Y/N, relax. Now let’s just let him enjoy his birthday celebration. He deserves it, he’s worked hard over the past year.” William added.

“Alright… I’ll stop messing with him…” Y/N sighed, slouching a bit.

“Umm… Thank you, everyone… I really appreciate it.” Yuno muttered, still looking away from his squadmates. His dear friend, Y/N did nothing but give him a small smile, knowing that giving him a birthday celebration for Yuno would make him quite flustered.

“Now let’s celebrate before midnight.”

…

“Man, that food was absolutely tantalizing! Whoever was cooking didn’t need to go off and snap like that.” Y/N groaned, rubbing her full stomach as her childhood friend watched her with a small smile and curiosity.

The hours have passed since Yuno’s squadmates surprised him with multiple gifts, words of encouragement and pure entertainment. There will not be a snowball’s chance in hell that Yuno will forget this night. He will never forget the fact that his squadmates went out of their way to give him gifts, actually speak to him about something good and encouraging for him, actually making him feel welcomed.

He couldn’t even admit that he loves and appreciates his squadmates so much since he doesn’t want to break his character. But, they know deep down that he appreciates them, they know him deep down sometimes.

The black-haired boy then gets up from his seat, leaving a sleeping Mimosa and Klaus, and a sleepy Y/N alone at the table. The rest of the Golden Dawn headed back to their rooms or also fell asleep from the filling food. Yuno headed out from the mess hall doors, went towards the nearest window so he could fly out and head to the door of the headquarters. 

Once he landed on the headquarters roof, he quietly sat down with his legs crossed, his face leaning on his right hand.

A small gust of wind howled quietly, moving past Yuno as the trees swayed gently, making the wind gust sound like a small whistle. It was like music to Yuno’s ears, hearing some precious and lovely sounds of nature by himself once in a while.

Everytime Yuno gets to be alone, he always sits down by himself and himself alone, not having anything or anyone bother him. Not even Bell since she could be a little bitch sometimes and ruin his time alone.

The small, gusts and gales of wind left the area as it was Yuno by himself. All alone. It was so quiet that Yuno’s mind began to go down the memory lane on how far he’s come, it made his heart drop to his stomach.

The raven-haired boy thought about how far he had come. He went from becoming the most envied and hated person in his squad, to becoming the vice-captain in under a year. Him improving as inspired most of his squadmates to become stronger- especially his senior, Klaus.

“I’ve actually made it this far, and I’m only 17…” Yuno muttered to himself, his face turned into a look of realization on how far he’s become. It made him want to tear up a little on how hard he’s worked and what he went through.

The amber-eyed boy smiled to himself, a small, almost unnoticeable little tear left his eye.

He then thinks of how much further he’s going to go in the future. Not realizing how much bloodshed, loss, pain, agony, and more plot twists will come his way.

His wish to beat Asta to becoming the Wizard King might just change.

But Yuno doesn’t think of that, he’s more focused on the moment.

“Don’t worry Asta. I will beat you on becoming the Wizard King.”

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happy birthday, yuno :)

[kenjikutie]

How about some Yuno?? Like Yuno could totally fall in love with me.. i mean the reader.. yeah 😏 and shows off whenever the reader is around, and its obvious to everyone but the reader. Every kind of rags on him about it but then one day he does something not flashy at all & they're just amazed & everyone ends up being like "really? thats all it took?"

Yay! I love Yuno, thanks for your request!

Show-Off {Yuno}

yuno is desperate for you to notice him, but, it may not be as hard as he thinks

as a magic knight, yuno was expected to be calm, cool and collected at all times. and he was, except when you came around. from the moment, he met you, yuno was absolutely enamored, but no one would be able to tell from the way he carried himself. the most interaction you would get with him were a few glances or the occasional assistance with a chore around the base.

but, as soon as he was alone in his room, the first thing on his mind was you. you didn’t seem all too interested in him, not fawning over the things he did like most of the girls he met or at least fawning over his looks. you were impossible but yuno knew that that word was just an excuse and if he wanted to be the wizard king one day, this was one of the barriers he would have to cross. after all, the clover kingdom couldn’t have no wizard queen, right

the first time he’d tried to impress you didn’t go so well. you were busy taking care of the laundry in the golden dawn’s courtyard with a stressed look on your face due to how many clothes there were. yuno knew he could help you, after all, he did have wind magic. maybe, you’d even thank him with that adorable smile of yours

but, he’d seemingly forgotten about the jealous spirit floating by his shoulder. there was no way the sylph was letting her precious yuno help you out. you were already too close for her liking and you were half-way across the courtyard. so, the second that yuno raised his hand to help you, sylph was on it, increasing the amount of magic tenfold, which sent you flying across the yard into one of the stone pillars

yuno was frozen. you groaned in pain and as if on queue, mimosa came running out of the castle with a gasp, instantly trying to heal you. still, the dark-haired magic knight couldn’t move. he was so embarrassed that it felt like all of his nerves were on fire but frozen at the same time. 

“yuno, did you see what happened?”, mimosa called out as you looked up at him, making him turn into basically stone.

sylph began to tug at his cheeks, “hmph! they shouldn’t have been standing there, how stupid! right, yuno?”

after a few seconds, the red-head seemed to put the pieces together and began giggling, confusing you. but, when you looked back at yuno, he was gone. little did you know, he was hiding behind the wall, trying to stop his red cheeks before berating sylph for her actions

every time after that ended up the exact same way. before, the only who knew about how he made a fool of himself every time he wanted your attention was mimosa, but now, the entire golden dawn and most of the black bulls knew too. he’d even almost done it in front of the wizard king when he went to open the door for you with his wind magic but you totally missed it and he ended up hitting himself in the face with the wooden door

he was about to give up. no amount of encouragement from asta, mumbled advice from klaus or crude jokes from yami could help him now. or so he thought. 

it was late at night on the base when you and yuno were walking down the stairs to your bedrooms. however, someone had clearly forgotten to clean up their mess on the stairs and you ended up slipping. on instinct, yuno reached over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back from falling at the last minute, holding you to his chest

after a few seconds or so, you let out an excited squeal, startling him before you turned around his arms. now, he was laying back against the stairs with you on his lap, leaning closer to his face with curiosity. yuno swore he must look like a tomato right now. thank goodness sylph wasn’t here

“wow, yuno! i can’t believe you’re reflexes are so good, i mean, i knew you were talented at magic but that was enough!”, you kept on blabbering for a while but he had already tuned out

was that really all it took? all those times he’d spent trying to impress you with magic and accidentally hitting himself or his superiors were for nothing? all he had to do was catch you from a fall, huh? yuno started laughing and smiled when he saw how your cheeks turned red

when you told the story the next day, everyone in the golden dawn was silent, all of them groaning once you’d left. klaus had ended up with a broken nose once thanks to yuno’s antics. that boy was in for it but it didn’t matter

he had finally got your attention

[vs-redemption]

who are your favorite top ten black clover characters & ships? talk about them! ~tat!

From Cindy: Hello tat! I hope you are doing well today and thank you for visiting my blog. It was really fun to write this because I got the chance to really think about the characters in depth. I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a shipper so I couldn’t come up with 10. I did my best to think of and write about as many ships and brotps as I could though.

Also, I got your other ask about BNHA as well! I have a Japanese lesson I need to prepare for this evening, but I’ll definitely get that posted tomorrow sometime!! Thanks again!!

This is very long, so I put it under a cut :)

Top Ten Black Clover Characters

Yami Sukehiro

I love everything about this guy. He’s hilarious, number one. Everything he says cracks me up and the nicknames he uses for people are gold. I like that he insults people and makes toilet jokes so casually. He comes off crass, but it’s the fact that he treats everyone equally that makes me respect him so much. He holds everyone, including himself, to the same standards. He doesn’t care about your past, wealth, appearance, gender, unconventional magic abilities or wacky personality. No matter who you are, he will call you out if you’re not acting the way you should, but will also back you up and support you when it’s needed. He’s a great leader because he treats everyone equally and is also very accepting that everyone is different.

Luck Voltia

Luck was one of the first characters I fell in love with. I don’t have a lot deep meaning behind how I feel like I do with Yami though. I just really enjoy his chaotic energy and the fact that he wants to fight people all the time. I also think his magic is super badass. His little lightning boots and gloves are so cute. I just wanna cuddle him and ruffle his hair.

Finral Roulacase

I feel so bad for Finral. This poor love starved boy doesn’t deserve the heaping amounts of anxiety he always seems to be feeling. I know he’s supposed to be the ‘perverted’ character, but compared to characters from other anime (Mineta [BNHA] Meliodas [SDS]) he’s not that bad. He tries so hard to be a gentleman by taking people on dates, complimenting them, giving them flowers, and not physically molesting them lol but they never give him a second glance. I also love his character growth so far. Watching him find self-worth beyond being just a mode of transportation, and confidence enough to stand up to his brother has been really fun to watch. I’m so proud of him and I think he’s amazing!

Zora Ideale

This guy. Haha His blunt honesty is so uncomfortable but hilarious at the same time. Like Yami, he calls people out but is somehow so much more offensive about it. I love how he just gives people unsolicited criticism and then adds injury to insult like “oh by the way, here’s a freaking stink bug in your nostril.” To be fair though, he is just as harsh on himself and will acknowledge (to himself) when he made a mistake. His backstory is also so tragic! It is seriously messed up what happened to his dad, but I love that Zora uses that trauma to try and change the word for the better by being the best magic knight he can be and also encouraging (threatening?) other magic knights to be better too. He could’ve so easily become a villain, but he didn’t and I think that’s really honorable.

Mereoleona Vermillion

Oh my god. I love this woman so much. The fact that she was supposed to be the captain of the Crimson Lions but said “nope” and then just went off by herself to live in the most dangerous places in the wild to get stronger is just phenomenal to me. I also really like that, even though she’s a royal and a member of the Vermillion family, she doesn’t just focus on her own squad. It was great when she showed up at the Black Bulls hide out and straight up kidnapped them to have them join her training. I’m just in awe of both her physical and mental strength. She was so cool when she went up against all those elves by herself. I’m not caught up with the manga, but I think I saw a spoiler about her recently and I’m very excited to find out more about it. I pretty much wish I was Mereoleona. She is my spirit animal.

Charmy Pappitson

There is a lot to adore about Charmy. First and foremost, she is an adorable badass. I love that her passion for food is something she shares with her allies and friends instead of being something that makes her greedy. I feel like Charmy is underrated because her magic is great for restoring mana, defense and offense. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t she one of the highest ranked knights in the black bulls? I also love how she gets away with a lot of shit just because she’s cute. The episodes where she straight up just hops onto the wizard king’s lap and feeds him snacks without anyone batting an eye get me every time!

Vanessa Enoteca

Sometimes I think about how Vanessa was willing to give up her own freedom just to save Asta’s arms, and how she gave up drinking for a few episodes in order to focus on a way to not only make herself stronger for upcoming battles, but the rest of her teammates as well. I like her dedication to the Black Bulls. Her thread magic is also pretty cool and I like the clever ways she’s learned to use it.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

Poor Fuegoleon is so calm and sensible compared to his siblings. I like that he’s a fair leader that makes sure to consider all angles before passing judgement on someone. He is also a dependable captain and full of great wisdom that aids in character development for important characters like Asta and Noelle. I love how he competes with his sister though, and watching them bicker in the episode where they throw a birthday party for that nun lady was silly.

Asta

How can you not like Asta? He has such a big heart and the best self-discipline out of anyone in the show. He would always rather talk things out before resorting to fighting and likes to understand the motivations behind the actions of his enemies. He is unashamed to be himself and continues to pursue his goals even when other people mock him or put him down. I also like that he is more perceptive of how people think or feel than it would seem sometimes.

Sekke Bronzazza

His personality is pretty much the worst (and I think he actually tried to kill Asta after the magic knight exam… asshole) but the way he always manages to fit “ha-ha” into his speech is so funny to me and always cracks me up. And the way everyone calls him the “ha-ha” guy is very amusing to me, especially when he tries and fails to politely correct them. I also love how he always ends up in the most random situations (in Yami’s bathroom or working for the king).

 Top Ten Black Clover Ships/BroTPs

Finral x Vanessa

I guess I just think back to that fight against the Despair guy from the Third Eye because both Finral and Venessa sort of worked together and pushed past their limits for the first time. I think Venessa is also the one that put the green in Finral’s hair, right? I don’t know. Venessa is good for Finral because he’s so insecure and she’s so supportive of other people. They’re cute together.

Yami x Charlotte

I think everyone ships this? lol Charlotte’s independence and personal strength are important to her, and the fact that Yami acknowledges and respects those traits in her makes them a great match. He also constantly encourages her to show her softer side, saying that it’s okay to lean on other people and ask for help. He could help her find balance and be comfortable in her own skin.

Asta x Mimosa

Mimosa is a much better match for Asta than Noelle because Noelle constantly needs validation and attention that she’s just never going to get from Asta. His brain just doesn’t work that way. Mimosa is content with supporting Asta with her magic as best she can, and doesn’t get jealous or competitive in the way Noelle does. Mimosa is soft and gentle which is a nice contrast to Asta’s loud and rough personality.

Yuno x Charmy

I know this is almost like a crack ship, but I can’t help but like it anyway. Like Asta, Yuno isn’t going to be the type of guy to actively pursue a relationship or be overly affectionate. This doesn’t seem to affect Charmy who seems fine with even the most minimal of interaction haha. I think it’s so cute how much she supports and roots for him when she sees him in a fight. And Yuno doesn’t seem to mind her trying to feed him and take care of him either.

Magna x Luck (brotp)

Lucky’s personality is quirky, chaotic, and frankly just difficult to understand, so I think it’s hard for people to get close to him. He comes on so strong with the pranks and desire to fight, plus he doesn’t really know how to hold back. The fact that Magna can endure all that while also seeing Luck as a person on a deeper level than just being some spazzy boy is really wholesome to me. I think it’s good for Luck to have someone who can respect him that way without asking him to change his behavior. I do not think this would work romantically though. Magna is actually pretty sensitive and emotional, and gets pretty upset when Luck is stronger or does better than him in something. It ultimately just drives Magna to work harder, but I think that sort of competition might be bad news in a romantic relationship if he’s always feeling inferior.

Yami x Jack the Ripper (brotp)

I want their friendship! I really do. The way they go from relaxed and having fun to ready to beat each other’s asses is hilarious. And there’s literally no reason for it, they’re just like unnecessarily competitive and I’m living for it. Whether they’re celebrating at a festival, about to have an important meeting with the wizard king, or in the middle of a huge fight with a major bad guy, it doesn’t matter. They will trash talk each other and probably end up brawling. I love it.

Gauche x Grey

The episodes where Gauche had to fight with Gordon and Grey were really cool because those three are probably the oddest oddballs of the Black Bulls. I don’t know if I ship them romantically or just at friends, but the development of the relationship between Gauche and Grey has been interesting and I wouldn’t mind seeing more. Also, please give Gauche something else to obsess over besides his sister lmao

Mars x Fana

I don’t have any strong feelings for them as characters individually, but I like that they fought so hard to protect each other as kids and how they continued to fight for and protect each other after being reunited.

[grimoireofwritings]

Hiiii can i request? Where Yuno loves to tease his significant partner (femreader) then it turned into a fight coz the sig partner has quite a temper then they made up? Or something along lines hehe please If u dont mind. Thank you!!

   Absolutely! Thank you for sending in my very first request, I hope I can deliver a great lasting impression ;) 

Scenario Request: Yuno teases fem s/o and evokes her temper.

Warnings: None!

     Yuno felt that he was in one of his rare playful moods that morning, as he strolled alongside his s/o on a refreshing Spring day to find an open field large enough for sparring without spatial constrictions. The day before, by chance, he had run into his fiery rival on a casual mission, and he was always absolutely delighted to get a first hand look at Asta’s growth and improvement whenever he could snag the opportunity. He always felt a gushing sense of pride in those moments for his childhood friend, and a burst of energy usually followed the next day as he was further reminded of his motivations in becoming the wizard king. Always stay one step ahead of that passionate, loud-mouthed spitfire.

   “Yuno... Listen, I know you’re excited about seeing Asta’s improvements.. But I know where this is going after sparring with you last time this happened.. And I’m gonna ask that you please not be a total ass today.” At this, the dark haired male scoffed, and smirked. “Perhaps you should make it a challenge for me then.” He shot her a cheeky smirk that ended up going unnoticed, after hearing her sigh and roll her eyes.

   He could be a bit of a trash talker when he was feeling competitive, but sometimes he’d forget that Asta was the only person who’d grown up seeing this side of him, and therefore could understand the intentions behind the words. Yuno was aware that he could sound detached at times, and due to his calm and collected nature, his tone was sometimes misinterpreted by others. Especially in this situation, where he didn’t realize his teasing sounded so blunt that it would come across as a genuine insult. 

   “Yeah, yeah.. Whatever, Yuno. You already know I can hold my own, even against an arrogant brat with a four leaf clover grimoire.”  At that moment in time, you were already pouting, giving a huff as you both moved past the outstretching pathway thick with greenery, but suddenly you felt an intense gust of wind propel you forward the second you’d lifted a foot to pass over a thick protruding tree root at the base of a great oak. Immediately, your foot hooked beneath the arch of the branch, and you went tumbling to the dirt. Lucky for you, your asshole prince charming was there to snag you from the fall just before your knees hit the earth. 

  “So graceful and coordinated. I’m quaking in my boots.” He meant for it to sound jesting and playful... He really did. But it came out instead sounding almost cold and condescending. Something that even he noticed as the words left his mouth. Still, he knew that for the most part, you were one of the few that understood his temperament when others did not. So he shrugged it off, assuming you would be aware that his emotions manifested differently than most people. 

  He was too cheery and preoccupied with his own thoughts to take note of how irritated you were growing with his antics. Sometimes his words were sharp. And regardless of his intentions right then, he was just.. being rude. As the two of you finally approached the open clearing, a massive grassy plain that you’d found perfect for practice grounds, you weren’t expecting him to snap right into action without so much as a warning. “A true magic knight should always be on guard for the unexpected~” he called, as you were swept into the sky by an overwhelming tornado of powerful winds. Yuno rarely tossed you up into the air like this, but when he did, he usually caught you right after, and used it as a moment to hold you and make a romantic display.

    Despite not having given a warning for his attack, he did catch you, like he always did. You landed in his arms, and he scooped you up, giving you a smirk. “Your hair’s a mess now and you’re all disheveled. What a flattering look.” He shot you another grin. But at this point, it just came off as being arrogant.

   That’s it. No more. I’m done with this.

   “Let go of me Yuno, I’m not a dummy for target practice.” You snapped at him, growling as you harshly pushed him away, your feet planting in the dirt as you stood back up on your own two legs. “I understand you’re excited. But I am not Asta. I’m not your rival. I’m your girlfriend.. The person you’re supposed to build up and be a team with.” You hadn’t realized that your fist had come to clench around the front of his shirt, yanking him forward to face you and your outrage.

  “I demand respect from you. I don’t care how much stronger you are. I won’t be treated as an embarrassment or a joke. This is ridiculous, I’m not sparring with you anymore until you actually start to make me feel good about myself, rather than a useless ditz.” 

   You let go of him, turning on your heels to storm off back towards headquarters. He stood there, momentarily shocked by your reaction. He was aware you had a tenacious side to you.. and he had always admired how you never failed to stand up for yourself, and demand the respect you deserved, even from superiors. But you were right. He had crossed the line today. 

   He set off in your direction, booking it as fast as he could to catch up. Right when he caught sight of you once more, he used his wind magic, but with different intentions this time, as he used a swooping gust to twist you around and face his direction. He finally caught up just in time, colliding with you, as he reached beneath your legs and hoisted you up by your thighs, lifting you up to look into your eyes. “Y/n... I’m...”

   He paused. How could he explain this to you? “I’m sorry. You’re right, I was out of hand. And you’re also right about my responsibility as your partner to encourage you. I promise I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I... The reason I speak like that is because I respect you. I know you’re a strong person, so I like to tease you, to let you know I consider you a challenge in strength and merit. You can hold your own against me. I acknowledge you as competition.”

  But he sighed a moment later, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. “But I will start encouraging you more often. I just want to see you grow to your fullest potential. And I know you always will.” 

  A moment of silence, before he watched you return his expression of warmth. “Ok Yuno. Thank you.” He watched your eyes lower to his lips. “I love you.” And with that, the rest of your day together was improved, starting with a kiss.

[cawcawpeasants]

Hi it's me I'm new but can you do one we're asta joins the Dark triad and how whould they treat him I know it's stupid but I couldn't think of any thing else

Hey there love. Thank you for all your kind messages, they really made me happym so I wanted to return your kindness by getting my butt out of this slump!! And sorry for the wait, I was on an excavation, but now I have Internet again and I had a long time to think about this.

So, this could be a relly great Idea for a kickass AU work. Like, what if Asta met the dark triad early on in the story, lets say even before the magic knights entrance exam. Canonically he met Fanzel around that time, too, so we’re even going to place this happening before all that. 

It starts with the big What If the Spade people had their Informationnetwork better under control and had way better spies than they appear to have right now (cause yall, how coukd they have missed Asta. He was in the Newspaper for gods sake. How bad a spy do you have to be to miss that? And for a warmongering nation, they really are way too uninformed about strenghts and their enemies. Little pet peeve of mine.) 

BUT! Now, they hear of this kid who got a great and strong grimoire in a place where that doesnt happen. First they hear all about Yuno and are like, yeah, okay, new blimp on the radar, we gotta calculate this new potentially powerful enemy in, and then they get the news of Asta and how he came to have a weird and shady 5 leaf clover grimoire. And now at least Dantes interest is piqued. 

So, they decide to check it out, cause who might that be? Which Demon has found a new host? And how did it happen without them hearing about a big catastrophic event in Clover, which is usually Zagreds, the word demons, preferred method of getting what he wants, 

Things are so interesting that the Zogratis siblings go on a road trip together, to find out more and maybe cause some menace on the way, in case they get bored. Its gonna be prime family bonding time!

They meet Asta under the skull, where he always trains, and they see him basically just lugging this big sword around but...not using either magic or the devils power. Something is weird here. Vanica also comments that the kid is kinda hunky with some nice features, but kinda veery very tiny, and she loses a bit of interest already. Zenon appreciates a dude who knows his workout, but the no magic factor makes him think of Asta as kinda weak, way too weak to be a Devil host, and he tells  Dante that it might be a fluke, that their information was wrong, and that they should just go and find the responsible spy and torture him, for having them come out all this way just to see a kid play at being a knight and yell a lot. 

Dante still has an uneasy feeling, that it might be a little more than just that, but he also has to agree that Asta has not shown any sign of devil powers, so he cant even ask lucifero which Demon slipped past their Network and got stranded in Clover, and this part of clover of all places too. Really, no self respecting lord of hell would do this to themselves, not even Zagred who maybe got a little desperate over the millenia.

Just as they are about to turn and leave, a voice comes up to them, asking them what they are doing. and yes, it comes up to them, cause they are in their usual and very very stealthy and absolutely not suspicious manner flying half a kilometre over the ground, maybe a little to the left, so they are guarded by the shades of the columns, and bickering with each other about first going to torture the spies, or getting something to eat before that. Just ye normal roadtrip talks.

Anyways, Asta heard them or sensed them (my boys instincts are crazy, like damn), and his gut feeling tells him something is off wht the weirdly fancy dressed floating strangers with seemingly cold eyes and spade-symbols and regalia all on them. He might not be the smartest noodle in the pot, but even he knows when he sees people in a place they dont belong.

Yeah, so, from here on out things can go a great many ways, Zenon would probably suggest they get rid of him and also that would make at least for a little amusement for now. Vanica would probably agree, cause at least they would be doing ANYTHing but staying there and doing nothing but watch a little boy. Or they could get some snacks, shes kinda hungry, for the 300th time today. 

Dante tho, he still wants his questions answered. So why not ask? He floats down towards Asta, and is all like, Hello there young man, that is a fine sword youre having there, pray tell where did you get that?

And Asta is like, wow, someone likes my sword? And this little angel boy just happily wants to help people, especially those 3 nobles who seem like they got hella damn lost (and not like they are a nightmare for many captains and Julius, I mean, can you imagine all the work thats gonna have to happen, when they find out that the dark triad can just enter Clover all willy nilly?? Oh, Marx is gonna haunt them with papers for months! And Augustus voice is gonna shriek through all the castle in that unbeliievable high octave about how useless they all are, and yeah, things just aint gonna be great, but Asta doesnt know, this blessed summer child is not the brightest light at times)

Cause sister lily and father Orsi raised him right he shows Dante all about his sword and his grimoire, and Dante sees it and probably goes like !!!. And then he knows that Asta really is a demons host, but he doesnt seem to have realized it himself. How strange. He tries to ask Asta a few questions, but the kiddo just really doesnt know a thing and after a while of talking around the topic, he tries the more direct route

“Say Boy, have you ever heard a Voice inside your head? Telling you things about your magic and what to do?”

“Yeah, Yuno says thats called thinking and that people should do that more often.”

“...right. But was there one besides the regular Voice you hear when you think?”

“No? Was there supposed to be one before I got the grimoire?”

“...Nevermind”

Asta also couldnt remember ever seeing a weird figure, well not specifically because “not before you guys showed up. I think the weirdest figure is probably Yuno, way too damn handsome that jerk!”

Or sensing another Magic mingle with his, “What do you mean this isnt my magic?”

Finally, Dante asks Asta if he ever heard about the Devil, and “Yeah of course, I was raised in a church, and Sister Lily tells us all the best good night stories! Im gonna mary one day and then we tell each other all those every night!!” And then Asta got stuck thinking about his sister Lily,and Dante had to realize that its no use. 

He could now either kidnap Asta and train him under the dark triad, or he could leave him be and keep his tabs on the strange kid with big dreams. Yeah, well, kidnapping Asta is, if the conversation with him was any clue, not gonna be an easy and quiet thing, and its gonna be a political mess, a headache to boot too. Also Zenon and Vanica are probably going to try kill Asta if he gets too much for them anyways, so i would be useless. He sighed, and shook his head, and shot Asta a fake smile

“Thank you for answering all my questions, boy, have a nice training session for whatever it is youre trying o achieve here.”

“Oh, Im training to become a Magic knight in a few months!”

“Ah”

“Im gonna become the Wizard king! (✧ ∇ ✧)”

“...Well, good luck with that, Im going home now”

“Thank you, also your friends left like 20 minutes ago”

Cue unhappy Dante. But at least they learned something...I think? And they went and cleaned up that Information pipe line real quick and then got something to eat.

Yeah so, I tried. Im still not back to peak form, but this was fun! Poor Dante was probably hella frustrated afterwards, but Asta really jsut doesnt know xD and later on, Asta is constantly wih people who are pretty sure to recognize the Spade royalty. I mean, they dont make it particulary hard. And Asta has his goal set, and he takes the most direct route to get there.

im pretty sure, as things are now, Zenon and Vanica are going to be way more interested too, but I really need to know a lot more about Vanica. 

Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and thank you again for sending me those words of encouragement! Have a lovely day!!

[badsext]

AU - Klaus Hargreeves x Nathan Young Part 2

Part 1 is here: https://badsext.tumblr.com/post/185460594572/au-klaus-hargreeves-x-nathan-young

Warnings: mlm SMUT, this one’s also kind of a tear jerker

“Nafan wot the fok? It’s Thursday! The probation worker’s lookin’ for you,” Kelley hisses.

Nathan sits up in bed, rubs his eyes, and stretches his long arms. The covers slide down just enough to reveal that he is naked. “Will you tell him I’m sick or something?”

Klaus sits up, also naked, yawning and scratching his head. “Kelley, you remember Klaus…”

“Jesus, Nafan.” Kelley cups her hand over her mouth to hide her gut reaction which is pure delight. They are actually pretty cute together, she thinks. Plus, this might be exactly what Nathan needs to make him less of an asshole. Still, she doesn’t want to look like too much of a softie or he’ll take advantage.

“No, Nafan. Vis cun wait till tonight.”

“Klaus is leaving tomorrow night. We just started getting on and I want to spend more time with him before he goes back to New York.”

Kelley softens, angry with herself for giving in too easily. “Alright, I’ll tell vem yoor sick.”

"We could really use a place to shower and change that’s not here.”

"Yoor pooshin’ et.” Nathan and Klaus both look at her with the same sad puppy dog eyes and she knows she’s done for. “Alright you cun stay at my flat ‘till I get ome, jost don’t be disgustin.’ You cun ave the chickun nuguts en va freeza.”

Nathan stands up excitedly to hug her, forgetting his nakedness. “Jesus, Nafan, put some clothes on and keep it down! Va key is oonda va mat. You’ll ave to sneak out while va rest of us are pickcun up rubbish.” Kelley walks away trying to hold back her smile.

Her flat is small, but cozy. The boys head eagerly towards the shower. They stumble around kissing and taking each others clothes off. Nathan turns on the hot water and gets in, pulling Klaus in with him. The shower is barely big enough for both of them, but they manage. Kelley’s soap smells like orange and jasmine. Nathan washes Klaus’ back, watching the lather find its way down the middle of his gorgeous ass. He vividly remembers the pleasure he experienced there and grows hard just thinking about it. His hand slides down the small of his back. He can’t resist slipping two wet fingers inside Klaus. Klaus moans, bracing himself against the tile.

After the events of last night Nathan embraces this new aspect of his sexuality fully and without reservation. He wants to experience it all with Klaus. For Klaus, being with Nathan feels different than the other guys he’s had sex with. An asshole, sure, but Nathan is also impossibly soft. Klaus is trying so hard not to fall for him for the sake of both their hearts.

Nathan slides his other hand down Klaus’ long tight torso to his stiffened cock. The water runs down their bodies, dripping and pooling into a chorus of splash sounds around their movements. Nathan nibbles at the back of Klaus’ neck while he strokes him and curls his nimble fingers inside him.

Nathan withdraws his fingers, releases klaus’s cock and spins him around by the waist. The water trickles off his eyelashes. “You’re such a tease,” says klaus breathlessly. Nathan smiles and begins lathering his own cock slowly and sensually for Klaus benefit. Klaus bites his lip, watching the show until Nathan stops to rinse the soap off. Klaus draws him close for a kiss. “So you want to be the little spoon, hu?,” he says reaching down to grab Nathan’s ass with both hands. Nathan jumps with a little giggle. They both laugh at his reaction. Klaus kisses his forehead. “We’ll go slow.”

They grab fresh towels and head for the bedroom. Nathan immediately starts tugging at Klaus’ towel. He lowers himself to his knees. His saturated curls are flattened except for a resilient few around his temples and behind his ears. He leans foreword, grabs The base of Klaus’ wet cock and eagerly wraps his mouth around it. Klaus squirms at Nathan’s initial use of teeth. Nathan looks up, his green eyes apologizing. He tries again, this time Klaus lets out an encouraging moan. Nathan takes Klaus in further, sucking him in a slow, careful rhythm. Klaus tilts his head back and closes his eyes. Nathan picks up speed, using his free hand to caress his balls. Klaus shudders and lets out a breathy “ah.” His hips buck forward on their own accord. “I’m about to come,” Klaus warns with shaky breath. Nathan holds his position, continues sucking until Klaus twitches and releases into his mouth with a loud moan. Nathan swallows every drop.

When Klaus opens his eyes Nathan is standing in front of him wearing a cocky grin. He laces his hands around the back of Klaus’ neck. “Not bad for your first time,” Klaus teases.

Fuck off, I was amazing!”

"I’m surprised you swallowed. How did it taste?”

"little salty, like mine.”

Klaus laughs.

"What?…Of course I’ve tasted my own cum. I thought that was standard guy behavior.”

"You are so fucking cute. Are we having breakfast? Im starving.”

"How about…"chickun nuguts?” They both start laughing.

They settle into the sofa eating nuggets and drinking beer. They find their favorite films on streaming. Nathan can’t believe Klaus has never seen ‘Death Wish’ and Klaus can’t wait to show Nathan ‘Moulin Rouge.’ They snuggle so comfortably in each others arms.

Kelley gets home to a surprisingly tidy flat and yummy smells coming from the kitchen. “Welcome home. Klaus made dinner.”

Kelley is pleasantly surprised. “Fanks, mate. I cood get used ta vis.”

Dinner is a weird combination of random food, but still pretty good. The three of them eat and laugh and hang out until the sun goes down. Kelley can sense the boys getting anxious to be alone again.

"I think we’re gonna go back to my place,” says Nathan, referring to the community center.“

"Everyfings locked.”

"I have my ways.”

"Be carefol you two. Don’t get caught. I’ll wake you up tomorrow and you cun stay ere tul Klaus asta leave.”

"Thanks, Kelley.” Nathan says sincerely.

"Shit, mate, you alright?” I’ve never erd you say vat word.“

They return to the community center and sneak in a back window Nathan keeps unlocked for this very purpose. The dark silence of the building feels different knowing this is their last night together. Klaus’ phone rings and he lets it go to voicemail, so he can focus on Nathan. Nathan puts on some music and starts dancing around like an idiot to lighten the mood. Klaus jumps in with his own ridiculous moves until the song changes to something slow. They lock eyes and make their way into each others arms. Nathan lays his head on Klaus’ shoulder. "I wish you didn’t have to go.”

"I wish I could take you with me.” Klaus smiles.

"I’m serious. Even if I had enough money for a plane ticket, I still have to finish my probation…You have to stay…With your power and mine…it’s meant to be.”

"I don’t know, Nathan. This is happening really fast.”

"Fucking hell! You come in here with that fucking face and mess with my head…” Nathan pushes Klaus in the chest.

"Nathan, the longest relationship I’ve had is three weeks, I’m homeless, I don’t have a job, I see dead people everywhere unless I’m on drugs…What about that appeals to you?”

"You could say the same things about me…accept for the last part.”

"I want to be with you. It’s just complicated.” Nathan kisses him and drags him to the mattress on the floor.

"I want you to fuck me tonight. That’s not complicated, is it?”

"I’ve actually never done that before…with a guy…I’ve never been on top.”

"Don’t you want to?” Nathan bites his index finger and flutters his eyelashes dramatically.

"Oh yeah, I’m going to pound that ass.” Klaus grabs a handful of Nathan’s ass and grunts.

They break into laughter that melts into lust. Klaus kisses Nathan, easing him into the mattress. He applies a generous amount of lube to his finger. He traces the rim of his tight little muscle a few times then glides slowly and gently through. Nathan sucks in a ragged breath. His legs twist and tighten around Klaus’ hand.

"You like it?”

"I want more.”

Klaus adds another finger, gently moving them in and out. Nathan writhes and clutches at the sheets beneath him. His swollen erection says everything.

"Are you ready for me?”

Nathan looks up. His eyes are glassy and dilated. “Mmm hmm.” He nods and rolls over to give Klaus easier access. Klaus lifts his hips and parts his legs a bit wider. Nathan rests his elbows on the pillow. He whimpers as Klaus passes through his entrance, then groans as he sinks deeper inside, intoxicated by the combination of pleasure and pain. Klaus summons all his willpower to go slow as he watches his cock disappear into Nathan. He leans forward, kissing between his shoulder blades and whispers, “Fuck, Nathan, you feel so good.” Nathan presses back against him and moans. Klaus responds, thrusting carefully at first, then gradually picking up speed. He strokes Nathan’s cock in equal rhythm. It becomes too much for Nathan and he explodes in ecstasy. Klaus pulls out and releases onto Nathan’s back, using the corner of the sheet to wipe away the evidence. They collapse beside each other on the mattress’ looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath.

"What did you think?” Klaus says rolling into his side to look at Nathan.

"I think…I feel even worse about you leaving now,” An unexpected tear falls from the corner of His eye.

Klaus catches Nathan’s tear with his thumb and kisses him on the temple. “Maybe I should miss my flight tomorrow and we can figure it out from there.” Nathan reaches up and grabs Klaus’ face with both hands, searching his eyes for reassurance. Satisfied, he pulls Klaus down for a kiss. They soon settle onto their sides to cuddle and fall asleep. Nathan is the little spoon.

Kelley wakes them up the same as the day before. This time instead of heading straight to Kelley’s flat, they walk out to the river for a change of scenery. “I got a voicemail last night from my sister. I’m going to listen to it." Nathan lights a cigarette and looks out at the water to avoid staring directly at Klaus while he listens to the message.

"I have to call her back.” Nathan shifts his focus back to Klaus, with growing anxiety. Klaus rings Alison’s number and brings the phone back up to his ear, clutching his forehead.

"Shit, I’m sorry….That inconsiderate son of a bitch…Are you okay?…Yeah…I’ll be there.”

"What is it? What happened?”

"Reginald Hargreeves died yesterday.”

"Who the fuck is that?”

"My asshole father.”

”…I’ve got one of those too….I’m sorry, Klaus.”

“I have to go home for the funeral.”

"Fuck,” Nathan exhales, his eyes welling up with tears. Seeing him so emotional causes Klaus to well up too. He gathers Nathan up in his arms and they stand there like that for a long while listening to the water lap along the shoreline.

"I’ll come back after everything is settled. There’s nothing for me back home. I want to start over with you,” Klaus seals his promise with a kiss.

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[ivarslittlelamb-blog]

Bare Minimum

Pairing: Kili Durin x Asta (OC)

Warnings: Language, sex, just Kili in general

A/N: I hope you like this! This is from my Quotev account that I created a while ago, so please let me know if you find any errors at all. Thank you!

"Mister Bilbo! Mister Bilbo!" I called, knocking on the door furiously. "You know who I bloody am, yet you don't open the door!" 

I took notice of the freshly painted door, now scratched with what looked like a rune. It seemed to be a Dwarvish rune, almost identical to one my mother had etched onto a stone that she wore as a necklace. The door swung open to reveal a rather grumpy hobbit. "I don't want anymore dwarves in my house!" Bilbo shouted. 

"Mister Bilbo, I'm no dwarf," I smiled softly, hiding somewhat of a lie. "But...Mister Gandalf asked me to come here tonight." 

Bilbo seemed half relieved. "Well...might as well come in." He opened the door more and I ushered myself in. I hung my cloak on one of the hooks neatly and set down my pack underneath it. 

There were twelve dwarves and a wizard in the dining room. I could feel 24 eyes staring at me. "Find the lass a seat, would you?" A white bearded dwarf grumbled. 

"Oh no, sir, I'm quite okay standing here." I protested. It was too late. My tiny frame was being passed around until it landed on a random dwarf. "Hmph!" I yelped in surprise. 

The dwarf underneath me chuckled. "Kili." He said. "My name's Kili. Yours?" 

"Nice to meet you, Kili. I'm Asta and if you don't mind, I'd like my arse off your lap." I said innocently. 

"There's no other seat." Kili retorted quite quickly. 

I glanced beside me to find a rather handsome dwarf. He was no older than I, quite possibly younger. His bright blue orbs were somehow warm and welcoming. "You can look behind you," the blond dwarf said. "I'm Fili."

Turning around, I was greeted by chocolate brown eyes that bore into mine without any hesitation. The perfect pink lips on his pale face cracked into a grin. He was handsome and didn't look much like a dwarf at all. His hair hung just above his shoulders and was neatly pulled back. "Hi." He muttered, strugging to find any other words. 

"Liking what you see, Kili?" Fili remarked, giggling quite insanely. Kili smirked and turned my head back around. 

I smiled softly to myself. This little dwarf...I definitely could fancy. 

A few days into our journey, the dark haired prince made quite a few advances. From squishing me between him and his older brother to inviting me to put my bed roll beside his. As the nights grew colder, I found the courage to somewhat accept that offer. 

Kili would put his arms around me protectively, his chin perched on my shoulder. When he thought I was asleep, he would kiss either my temple or my cheek. Immediately, my face heated up against the new source of affection. 

Once we arrived in Rivendell, I used some of the elves' trees as targets. I sparred with some of the men and the dwarves, but Kili refused to spar too hard with me. If I got too rough, or he felt as though I was becoming weary, he would stop and go sit aside. 

I impressed the other dwarves when I flipped Dwalin over my shoulder after he put me in a headlock during sparring practice. Kili cheered louder than I have ever heard him cheer and Fili punched him in the shoulder playfully. Dwalin, on the other hand, didn't find it as funny as I thought he would be. Thorin even congratulated me on bringing the mighty warrior down.

Afterwards, Kili found me and draped an arm over my shoulders. "You did good!" Kili encouraged, excitement filling his voice. "You've improved a lot since we first left." 

Glancing up at the young dwarf, a smile crept upon my face. "Thanks," I responded. "Now...if you excuse me, I'm going to clean this sweaty mess up." 

I moved his arm from my shoulders and put it gently at his side. He frowned, but shrugged it off. "Then I think I'm going to go back with the others." Kili piped up, turning on his heels and heading in the other direction. I gathered my fresh clothes and went to the bathing fountains. 

Making sure nobody was there after informing Lindir that I was going to be there. He only nodded and whipped himself around to inform the others. 

In the meantime, I undressed and slipped into the fountain. The water caressed my skin gently as it lapped over my body. I leaned back against the wall and sighed. I could die here, live out the rest of my life in Rivendell. Quite some time was spent just laying in the fountain as the water poured softly on my face.

Snapped out of my daze, I glanced out of the cascading water flow just as I heard splashing. The naked back of someone with short, dark hair was facing me. I gasped, nearly panicking. How could I get out? One of the dwarves are in here and I was naked! I have no where to go!

The dwarf was alarmed when he heard me struggling to get away. He turned around and I found myself in the chocolate colored eyes of Kili.

Of all of the dwarves, it had to be him. I would've rather stood in my naked glory in front of Thorin Oakenshield than his nephew. He smirked and started swimming over. Oh Valar! My silent prayers must have been ignored. 

Kili's hands pressed up against the wall on either side of me. "I thought it was one of the other dwarves here--" 

"Technically, yes, but--" 

"Wait...what?" Kili gave me a puzzled look, his eyes shooting down for a moment. He hesitated before looking up again. My chest was heaving up and down anxiously. "You're not...are you?!" 

"Half! I'm half!" I retorted quickly. "I'm half hobbit, half dwarf. My mum was a dwarf." 

His smirk only grew into a smile. Kili leaned in closer, resting his forehead against mine. "It doesn't matter. You could be an elf and I would--" 

"KILI!?" I hissed, backing away from the brown eyed boy. I found myself trapped within his arms with no where to go. "You're awful." 

"You're awful." Kili repeated teasingly. 

Before I could slip away, his lips crashed against mine. They danced in perfect harmony and the strange scent of mint and leather filled my nostrils. I felt a smile appear on Kili's lips once more as his one hand slipped down to my hip. The feeling of his hands upon my bare skin made me shudder. The warmth of his body pulled away and the slightly chilly air of dusk kissed the exposed skin.

I dared not to looked away from his chest, arms and eyes. The water was too clear to do so. Kili's eyes, on the other hand, moved freely over me with great anticipation. His tongue peeked through his lips, but quickly retracted into his mouth. 

Kili persuaded me enough to at least do the deed of the wicked. My mother nicknamed that relation by that name and it stuck.  Wispy semi-clear liquid was everywhere, but it'd soon wash away in the water. Kili panted and put his hands on his knees. 

Alarmed dwarves stormed over the exquisite concrete and marble floor. Thorin's eyes fell upon us and a frown spread across his face. It was soon replaced by a slightly approving smirk. Several of the dwarves' faces were filled with shock as I clung to Kili's back to hide myself. 

"We thought the lass was hurt!" Bofur called. "But you two were just--" 

"My Valar, Bofur!" I shrieked. "The whole world doesn't have to know." 

Kili started chuckling, making my tiny form bounce up and down as he laughed. 

The dwarves cleared after standing with their mouths gaping for several moments. Kili flipped me around to where I would face him. His face was tinged with slight pink, perhaps from embarrassment. But that didn't seem right. Kili never gets too embarrassment. 

"Proud of yourself, aren't you?" I remarked, pressing myself up against the outer wall of the fountain. Kili's smile grew wider than ever. 

"And what if I was?" He giggled. Valar, even his giggle is cute. 

Trying to think of a scolding joke, my face screwed up. Kili pointed his finger to my face. "What's with that look?" 

"Thinking," I answered. "Just thinking." 

He sighed happily, swimming up next to me. He wrapped my legs around his waist so that I was perched on top of his hips. Kili pressed his lips against my forehead softly before pulling away. "We probably should get dressed, don't you think?" Kili announced, jumping over the wall. He grabbed a towel near the edge and reached his hand out.

Kindly, the young prince helped me over the fountain walls. He threw me a towel and I quickly wrapped it around my bare body. We dressed in the bushes and ran towards where the others were staying. Kili giggled the entire way. 

The dwarves patted Kili on the back in an almost congratulating way. Kili's smile still hadn't disappeared from his face since we did the deed of the wicked. "We thought you guys were in some sort of danger, lad!" Dwalin chatted. Bilbo gave me a sympathetic look before fiddling with his fingers. 

Fili stepped up to me and smirked. "He really likes you," he whispered. "I think he'd really be a good husband." He left with a suggestive grin. 

I laid my bed roll down in between Fili and Kili's, but somehow it got pushed together with Kili's. Maybe the Lion prince did it...

Bofur began playing a familiar tune on his flute. I remembered my mother and father singing it when I was younger. The Cat and the Moon, perhaps? 

Kili hummed along with the notes Bofur was hitting. 

"There's an inn of old renown Where they brew a beer so brown Moon came rolling down the hill One Hevensday night to drink his fill.

On a three-stringed fiddle there Played the Ostler's cat so fair The hornéd Cow that night was seen To dance a jig upon the green.

Called by the fiddle to the Middle of the muddle where the Cow with a caper sent the  Small dog squealing. Moon in a fuddle went to Huddle by the griddle but he Slipped in a puddle and the World went reeling.

Downsides went up- hey! Outsides went wide. As the fiddle Played a twiddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday. Upsides went west- hey! Broadsides went boom. With a twiddle on the fiddle In the middle by the griddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday..." 

By the end of the song, we were all very ready for bed. Thorin had made the decision to set out at dawn, whether it was with Gandalf or not. 

I didn't want to spend hours brushing through my hair in the morning, so I turned to Kili and pleaded for him to braid it. His eyes widened and his hands shook nervously. Thorin had the same look in his eyes as Kili plaited my hair with elegant twists and weaves. 

"Asta, you do know what that means, correct?" Balin questioned, giving me an interrogating look of a father. I shook my head in response, unaware that hair braiding was such a big deal. "When a lass asks a dwarf to braid her hair, it's more of a courting invitation than anything." 

Kili patted my shoulders, informing me that I was done. I eyed the end of the braid out of the corner of my eye and the metal clasp with the rune ᚴ inscribed on it. It was Kili's initial.

I spent that night wrapped up in Kili's arms, unaware of the cruel world ahead of us.

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As my semester in Arad draws to a close, I find myself constantly asking myself: have I made the most of my time here? The answer, despite all my second-guesses and mental meandering is simply, yes. 

My semester in Arad was often interrupted by trips to Bucuresti to sort out my Romanian citizenship issues, because as it turns out, I had to obtain my Romanian citizenship in order to remain here legally (there will be a proper post dedicated to this whole process here). Nevertheless, while I wish I could have had more of a consistent time in Arad, I don’t regret a bit of the experience, as my trips to Bucuresti resulted in an internship with Romania TV, which, disheartening as it often was to watch the mess of politics and rampant corruption firsthand, I gained deep insight into Romania’s media and news reporting. All the more, I was relatively grateful to return to the quieter life that awaited me in Arad. 

After all the unceasing bouts of activity and going to and fro, this week marked the beginning of it end, as it were. 

On Tuesday, I had an interview with Vasile Goldis University television that covered my experience here. I was rather caught off-guard as the interview was done completely in Romanian. This was both daunting and challenging, for as much as my proficiency in Romanian has progressed, I found it quite difficult to articulate as expressively as I would have liked. (The link to the interview will be shared once it’s complete). 

By Wednesday morning, the panic had started to settle as the mid-week marker arrived, and anxious thoughts milled about my mind. Moments such as those call for a large cup of coffee and a long chat with a dear friend, which I was extremely grateful to have. It’s remarkable how some people can fill up your life in such short spaces of time, and I’m amazed at the depth of friendships that I’ve made in this relatively short period here. If anything, this whole experience in Romania has been teaching me that it’s all about people. I never really thought I would experience culture shock to the extent that I have: Romania’s culture is highly people-oriented, and oddly enough, I realize that I’m yet in the process of making a noticeable transition from American individualism.

Wednesday evening’s English Conversation Club was certainly the most lively session I’ve had to date with my students, as we discussed questions on “What Would You Do If…” and covered topics on leadership and corruption. The conversation could have continued for many more hours, and I was humored by the frank and candid manner in which students approached these issues. 

Thursday morning, I assisted at examination sessions. After a semester-long average of 15-20 students in attendance at our course, 52 students showed up for the exam. I was rather stunned, to say the least. I still haven’t quite grasped how flexible the attendance policy is here in Romania, but when students have schedules are made for them with 8-11 different classes per week (compared to our U.S. average of 3-6), it’s nearly understandable. All the same, it was quite disconcerting to be administering an exam to students who had never once attended the course before. This disconcerted feeling didn’t last too long, as our second session of students included a group of second-year Economics students that had consistently attended the class throughout the semester, and with whom we had shared some truly encouraging moments. 

Soon after the exams, I was off to Cluj Napoca to attend my uncle’s wedding on Saturday, thanks to a dear friend that happened to be in town and offered to give me a ride all the way across the country. I find that instances such as these truly reaffirm that you’ve made real friends. Our 5-hour ride flew by (on one of Romania’s few proper highways) as we chatted about Romania’s culture, educational system, and issues that the youth face here - a lot of it stemmed from my conversation with my students the previous evening. For those that don’t know, 1 out of 7 Romanians have left the country. Romania’s diaspora around the world totals around 6-8 million (around 600,000 in the US alone). For a country of 19 million people, that’s quite a significant proportion. Many here are frustrated by stagnant internal reforms and endemic corruption. And they have every right to be. However, many Romanians have succumbed to the gneral expression “Asta e - This is what it is.” Understandably, they’re overwhelmed by the numerous issues that they face to the point where they feel apathetic.  But as Dr. Seuss once said, “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” The feeling of being overhelmed mustn’t give way to futility and apathy, but unfortunately in many people, it has. Hope lies with those who despite the challenges, rise to address what they can, given the circumstances. Hope particularly lies with the youth who believe in their voices, causes, and are equipped to address the myriad of issues that their generation faces. That has been one of the many takeaways I’ve gained from this semester. 

As the first Fulbrighter to Arad, there was no precedent for my experience here. In these past three months, I have been reminded that it is not the quantity of things that I have checked off that counts, but rather the quality of the investment in the people and relationships that I have encountered that matters most.  Some of these smaller but significant victories include helping high school students successfully apply for university studies in the UK, creating a safe space for students to practice English on a weekly basis - a space where we learn together, and developing friendships and relations that will endure far beyond this semester. Beyond getting to know the city through cultural events, museum visits and researches into its history, attending city hall meetings and meandering down unexplored corners - to know that I have created lasting relationships and impressions is truly the most valuable thing I will take away from this experience.