#Forget about the sunrise and fight the sleep in your eyes (IC)

[silver-amalgamation]

Is he dancing? well he sure thought he was, To anyone else, it looked like a particularly happy person stomping around. Just vibin’, At least he looked like he was having a great time! Yes ladies and gentleman, this was indeed the same guy who runs go fest. No we don’t how.

[jynzandtonic]

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DID IT, Y’ALL! A COMPLETE MASTERLIST! All of my writings are laid out under the cut. XOXOXO!

Last updated: October 4, 2021 (refresh the masterlist)

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ADAM SACKLER - Girls (2012-2017)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Adam Sackler - (450 words)

an intro to Sackler in the jynzandtonic universe

The Show Must Go On - AO3 - (1.8k + 1.7k + 2k words)

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

switch!Sackler x switch!reader: “omg they were quarantined!” w/ anonymous webcam sex and edging

Cherry - (1.6k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 tba; it’s on the back burner!}

Daddy!Sackler x virgin!reader: reader has a daddy kink and innocence kink, initiates a pre-negotiated roleplay scenario for their first time sexual experience

Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)

FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk

Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!

What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!

ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)

You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!

Whole - AO3 - (500 words)

There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.

Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)

When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.

Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)

ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8

It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?

- THOTS -

Losing your virginity to Sackler

Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents

Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster

Facefucking and spitting in your mouth

Sackler screeching for cuddles

Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator

Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ

Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head

Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock

Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam

Temperature play w/ ice cubes

Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler

What are the odds: wearable vibe at work

You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater

Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex

Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler

Adam eating your pussy on a hike

Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up

Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex

Soft, sleepy morning sex

Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties

Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you

Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage

Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties

Some very possessive dirty talk

Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo

Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind

Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows

Sackler buys you your very first vibe

Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park

Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler

Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER

Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship

Sackler comforting a reader far away from home

Sackler with asexual!reader

- SNACCS -

Random shit that Adam says in bed with you

Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler

Sackler’s nicknames for reader

Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams

Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff

Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”

Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt

Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time

How Sackler gives kisses

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT

Bashful Sackler hcs

On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies

NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position

On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body

Adam Sackler loves love

Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating

CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)

- FICS -

Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan

Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)

breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant

Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)

Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!

Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)

{part 1} - {part 2}

It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.

The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)

Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.

In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)

In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”

Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)

It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.

- THOTS -

Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde

Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other

Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde

Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree

Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches

Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde

Phone sex with Clyde

Teaching Clyde to dance

Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*

Clyde wants a baby for Christmas

Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock

The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot

Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde 

Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*

Crying on Clyde’s cock

Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)

Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde

Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug

Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice

Waking Clyde up with some slow head

Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde

Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking

Clyde comforting isolated reader

Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde

Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde

- SNACCS -

Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3

Clyde with a lactation kink

Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick

Netflix and... cockwarming. oops

Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.

Marking his territory with creampies

Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar

Clyde x SIZE KINK

Loving fussing over Clyde

High school Clyde (uwu)

Telling Clyde you want to have a baby

Clyde being protective of you

NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off

Clyde eating pussy

MORE Clyde and breeding kink

The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK

Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)

- FICS -

Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)

Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?

Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!

- THOTS -

Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick

Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)

Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel

Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Mirror sex in a dressing room

Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat 

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1 

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape​

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva​

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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[mooshys]

hq + hogwarts house sorting

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CONGRATULATIONS on your acceptance to HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY on JANUARY 16th, 2021. 

Below are the houses with which some of our finest students have been sorted into along with key characteristics pertaining to them. Each house is equal, but the one you are sorted into will hold a dear place in your heart as your housemates will be like your family. Feel free to get acquainted with the customs of each house in the days before the first term. 

I wish you all the best with your sorting ceremony,

AURORA

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GRYFFINDOR ➝ daichi, ushijima, iwaizumi, aran, yaku, tanaka, nishinoya, hoshiumi, hinata, goshiki

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ freckles on your nose from sun exposure, the horizon seen from the top of a mountain, freshly squeezed orange juice, beat up sneakers from years of wear, wildflower bouquets, rubies on a crown, old movie tickets kept in your pocket, lightning storms in the summer, dirt paths leading you to a forest, apple pie baked in the morning, bandages wrapped around your fingers, cherry lip balm, fraying denim, popping of champagne bottles, t-shirts tossed to the side to dive headfirst into a lake, names carved on the trunk of a tree, mismatched earrings, stained glass windows with sunlight filtering through them

LOVE FOR A GRYFFINDOR ➝ forehead kisses, engulfing you in back hugs and rocking you from side to side while humming, singing along to your favorite song, a polaroid picture of you in their wallet, introducing you to their family with pride in their eyes, holding your hand tighter when navigating through a crowd, getting you a locket with a photo of you two as a birthday gift, saying “I love you” as soon as they realize

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones willing to take the jump without knowing if the water is too cold or too shallow, the ones who stand by your side and fight for what is right, the ones who are not afraid of what others think, the ones who run to the ends of the earth for you, the ones who are fearless

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ bringing in plates of food from the great hall and creating different concoctions in the middle of the night, making giant pillow forts and chatting there until the early morning, sneaking out to the quidditch pitch to watch the sunrise

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SLYTHERIN ➝ oikawa, tendou, semi, daishou, sugawara, atsumu, osamu, sakusa, futakuchi, shirabu

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ silver jewelry that never tarnishes, fur coats to keep you warm in the winter, the perfect red lipstick, dark chocolate covered strawberries, renaissance paintings, vines of ivy scaling castle walls, drips of wax from a candle stick, the sounds of an orchestra reverberating through an opera house, black turtlenecks, gold fountain pens, espresso from rome, leather gloves, crescent moons, head busts of roman emperors, wire rimmed glasses, silk, blackberries picked from your home garden to make jam, berets, flute glasses being held for a toast, gold cufflinks with a family emblem, pristine robes

LOVE FOR A SLYTHERIN ➝ banter going back and forth as flirtatious plights, making fun of cheesy movies together, gifts of jewelry for anniversaries, kisses on your neck, your perfume being their favorite scent, retreats to a winter cottage for vacation together, shielding you from the rain with their coat during an unexpected storm, whispering “I love you” in your ear in the middle of a crowd to see what kind of reaction you’d give them

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who walk in a room and command its attention, the ones who seize the day with an iron grip, the ones who know their talents and polish them until they shine brightest, the ones who walk with their heads held up highest, the ones who are exceptional

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ poker nights with sweets from honeydukes used as chips, wizard chess bets leaving some of the younger students broke after multiple heated game, putting toads underneath blankets as a prank and the perpetrators waking up with a jelly-leg curse

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HUFFLEPUFF ➝ asahi, bokuto, hanamaki, matsukawa, komori, yamaguchi, yachi, lev, koganegawa

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ picnic spreads in front of a sparkling lake, sunlight illuminating your irises, washi tape, amber gemstones held up to the sky, the last string of honey stuck on a spoon, letters from friends and past lovers stored in an old cookie tin, green pastures with cows grazing the land, roasted chestnuts, rows of tulips, lace sewn on your sleeves, wooden figurines, lazing underneath a willow tree, paint brushes, walnut brownies baked after dinner, sheen on the highest points of your face, seashells kept from the beach, fluffy clouds shaped like animals, cookies wrapped with parchment paper and tied with twine

LOVE FOR A HUFFLEPUFF ➝ groggily mumbling “five more minutes” in the morning before getting out of bed because they love the way your body is pressed against theirs, always making two cups of coffee in the morning, putting a blanket over your body when you’re sleeping on the couch, getting your favorite ice cream pint at the supermarket even though you didn’t write it on the grocery list, being the first one to text you on your birthday, showing “I love you” through remembering all the things that make you special

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who always stop and lend a hand, the ones who give up what is theirs if it benefits others, the ones who never forget your name, the ones who make the biggest sacrifice, the ones who are altruistic

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ sitting near the fireplace and roasting s’mores together, dance parties and clanking of butterbeer glasses to celebrate the end of exams, playing a game of pictionary instead of doing homework

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RAVENCLAW ➝ kuroo, kita, kiyoko, kenma, hirugami, akaashi, suna, ennoshita, terushima, kunimi, tsukishima, kageyama

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ passing notes stained with coffee in secrecy, sugar cubes dissolving in a cup of tea, constellations telling stories from generations past, violets, blankets of soft snow seen outside your window, chunky boots, running your fingers across a velvet blanket, sleeping with a book covering your eyes from the sun, stardust, notes written next to your favorite scene in a play, gold trimmed letters, ink smeared on fingers, the tail of a cat swinging back and forth, telescopes, mascara smudged at the corners of your eyes, a scarf knitted by a close friend

LOVE FOR A RAVENCLAW ➝ two a.m. facetime calls talking about anything and everything until it’s silent on both ends and neither of you mind because time spent together is never a minute wasted, chaste kisses when passing through rows of shelves in the library, sharing your favorite songs with each other, reading a book because you offhandedly mentioned it once, falling down the rabbit hole and never wanting to escape, writing “I love you” at the corner of your notebook and waiting until you notice

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who pause and always pick the right words, the ones who devise plans like no other, the ones who try to understand everything the universe has to offer, the ones who will go above and beyond to change the system, the ones who are erudite

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ students gathered together with bowls of popcorn to watch a meteor shower, jeopardy games regarding historical magical figures being played with the stakes of winner getting their homework done by everyone else for a week, all nighters dedicated to deciphering ancient text

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[b1ancastar]

-The Right One The wrong Time-Shinobu Kochou X Reader

Warnings-Spoilers at the end, violence

-

You ran from the demon chasing after you, your breaths becoming heavier and heavier. Why did you have to face a lower moon, you just started two months ago. Looking behind you, you say that it seem occupied with someone else. You took a few deep breaths and went back to it, wanting to help the slayer who joined the fight.

-

When you turned around you saw the demon laying on the ground unable to move, it’s veins popping out and the pain it was in. You reached down to touch it, you felt bad, the demon had the mindset of a child who had been forced to grow up. As you reached to touch them you felt someone grab your shoulder.

Jumping upright you saw one of the Hashira, the insect one exactly. She gave you a gentle smile and walked you away. You could tell she was looking over your injuries. You didn’t mind, but was confused as to where she was going to bring you. 

-

Soon your arrived at an estate you remembered to the the Butterfly Estate. She led you to a room and chatted while helping bandage your injuries.

“Did you plan on running from that lower moon until sunrise.” 

“Well, I didn’t know what else to do, everyone else that I came with was killed off and I was next, I guess my process was to run in a field and let it burn.” You said with a laugh. 

“I suppose that was a smart idea, but you did manage to get hurt from the wild and the demon. Lets just hope nothing got into them.” 

-

You watched as she left to room, closing the door behind her. Laying down on the bed you were sitting on you zoned out. Your thoughts wandered to the Insect Hashira whose name you learned was Shinobu Kochou. You wondered why she was so nice to someone she never met before. Before you knew it sleep took over and you dozed off, still pondering of the new acquaintance you had made.

-

Shinobu was in her lab, testing out new medicine for the slayers. She thought about you and the pain you’d wake up to in the morning. The lower moon you had to go against took out a good amount of slayers, she doubted anyone from your party would make it. Until she saw you running from the demon, forgetting the injures and kept going.

Glancing at the katana she sat on the side, waiting for her next mission she made her way out the lab, running into the other residents of the estate. She had a quick chat and made her way to the garden to train. Though it tired she out she did it to become stronger so maybe one day she could avenge her sister and kill the demon who killed her.

-

You awoke with a jump and looked out the window, the sun was just beginning to rise. your body was sore all over. As you went to sit up and check the damage you got from the lower moon you cringed at the infection from your legs down. You most definitely ran into something.

Using the wall for support you made your way out, getting glances from people whom you never met you kept going. You deeply wanted to thank Kochou and get home. Turning the halls you saw her talking to a girl with a side ponytail. The girl glanced up and pointed at you which caused Kochou to look at you.

-

Shinobu look at who her little sister pointed at and saw you standing there using the wall for support. Saying goodbye she made her way to you. A concerned look on her face. 

Though your protest reached her ears she lead you back into the room you were in. Sitting you back down she went over your injuries. She cringed at the infections you had. She knew there would be some, but not at this level. Looking at you she said,

“Don’t go anywhere, I have something to treat these.”

-

Sitting there in shock you watched her rush out to grab whatever medicine she claimed to have. Not a minute later she returned with a bottle in hand. The poured it on the infected wounds causing you to jump from the sting. As she gently wrapped them up she gave you a concerned look which told you that you’d be here for a while.

-

It's been a few months since your encounter with the lower moon and Kochou who insisted you call her Shinobu. She’d stop by and visit you and you’d visit her. The higher rank you got the more missions you had together. You were one kill from becoming a Hashria yourself. Getting ready for your mission you glanced at the scars you had gathered overtime.

Stepping outside you started to walk to the main road, your crow flying overhead on watchout. Soon they started to squawk and fly into the woods. You chased after them and say Shinobu fighting a pack of demons. Grabbing your katana you used a breathing style you had learned to master and took down the demon behind her.

-

Shinobu looked quickly behind her and saw you take down a demon. After this you’d get your promotion to the Hashira. Not taking another chance to let something to happen she helped take down the other demons ignoring the small cuts on her skin.

After the fight she saw you walk to her and examine her wounds. Taking her by the hand you lead her to your home. Unknowing of a small blush on her face. She saw your house in the distance as you led her in. Laying her down you went right to work on the cuts.

-

You stood at the meeting. In shock you were a Hashria. Though the others didn’t really say anything. Shinobu took off with you to take you to eat. 

You both laughed and ate. Soon you saw her fidget a little.Asking what’s wrong she said something that made your face turn red.

“(Y/N), we’ve know each other for a while, and, I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to be more than, friends?”

You slowly replied, “Yeah, lets try it, we can see if we are meant for each other.”

Watching her face turn as red as ours she threw you into a hug. You returned the hug smiling. You both had someone to love again.

-

You both were on one of your dates. Both a face of smiling. Nobody could ruin these moments you had together. You planned on going a little farther things once Muzan was defeated , such as marrying and adopting kids. She lead you over to a fountain holding your hands gently.

You shared a kiss, not caring who saw you. Pulling back you smiled and went back to the Estate. Laughing and chatting, you pointed at a frog hopping across the path and went after it with her following behind. Once you catched it you presented it to her, she turned it down.

Sighing dramatically you made it back into the Estate and helped her in the lab. You managed to let her give you some wisteria to infuse in your blood along with her. Picking up a vile you gave it to her asking what it was. She laughed and told you that it was what she used to help you when you first met.

Then you her a boom.

-

You looked around, you were in a older home. Looking around you made your way to some commotion. You saw Shinobu fighting a demon whose eyes said Upper Moon Two. You were terrified, the last time you faced a moon you almost died. You went to help her, but the demon kept pushing you back.

Soon you had to fight mini ice figures though them soon seemed to predict your every move. You felt yourself falling weaker and weaker until the demon grabbed you. You saw Shinobu's face turn from hatred to fear. She was going to loose another person who meant the world to her. Soon she fell into his grasp as well.

You wouldn’t stop struggling to reach her hand. You knew you both wouldn’t make it. She knew as well. You looked back one last time and saw her sister and another boy walking out. The tears running down her face. You were almost gone and with the remaining strength you kept holding onto Shinobu's hand.

-

You awoke and saw Shinobu next to you. You held her crying, begging for her to wake up. You saw as her eyes opened and she hugged you in return. You stayed like that forever until you saw her holding the upper moons head. He wanted you both to go to hell with him. You watched silently as Shinobu handled it. Once he was turned into dust a light surrounded you both. Panicking you reached for her. You didn’t care what happened you knew you were right for each other, it just was the wrong time. 

[lupins-sweater]

Dandelions

Day 1 of A Very Harry Potter Summer

(Harry Potter x Reader)

Ha. Dandelion Radcliffe

Summary: Harry’s a bit of a tease

Thank you for this wonderful opportunity! @hufflefluff-writer

The air was already humid, your skin sticky with sweat as you strode next the your boyfriend. You woke up Harry when it was still dark out, so you could go on a walk before it was hotter than Merlin’s fireplace. He wasn’t quite happy you shook him awake from his deep sleep to exercise, grumbling the whole time while he got ready. He eventually woke up and was willing to talk after a couple minutes of silence.

You passed by a pond with ducks splashing around, frogs along the edge still ribbitting.

“Isn’t this nice, Harry? We don’t have to rush anywhere. We have the whole day to ourselves,” you thought aloud trying to get a response from him.

“Yeah. Although you did seem to hurry me out of bed this morning,” he joked.

“Only so we could see the sunrise! I know work has been hard for you, so I thought this could help.”

Potter reached for your hand and squeezed reassuringly. “Thank you. I appreciate that,”

Harry has been working longer shifts lately as an Auror because one of his coworkers got injured. You felt awful seeing him come back exhausted after a long day, so you’d go to his apartment and cook dinner, tidy up the place, and open the door to greet him. On days he had off, he would always do the same for you.

You continued to walk the path admiring the orange and pink sky. The day was just beginning, giving you excitement on how you could spend the day with your boyfriend. Lately you’ve started a project to introduce muggle summer activities to him because he was robbed of a fun childhood. So far you’ve blown bubbles, played with chalk, and had a water balloon fight. He was a little unsure at first; the activities were childish, but by the end of the day, he really seemed to enjoy it.

“Ooo dandelions!” You pointed out a small patch a little ahead. Letting go of Harry’s hand, you jogged over to the yellow flowers. Seven were gathered into a small bouquet; the odd amount was your favorite number as it the amount of time you’ve known Harry. Sitting next to him after the sorting was your best decision you’ve made as a kid.

He caught up to you and accepted the yellow bunch. “Thank you. You’re so sweet,” he smiles before kissing your forehead.

You giggled and continued walking. “In the summer my friends and I would tie those together to make flower crowns, bracelets, and anklets. And when they became white and fluffy, we would make a wish and blow on them. Oh gosh I remember finding a bunch of them and thinking the more I found, the more likely my wish would come true,” you reminisced.

“What did you wish for?”

“Love. To find my soulmate.” You squeezed his hand and looked into his green eyes.

Harry had the most content look on his face like he could stay there forever. He liked forgetting about his difficult job sometimes; it was like all the worries would melt away with your warmth.

“If you were to wish for something now, what would it be?” Harry asked.

“I’m not supposed to tell you! It wouldn’t come true if I did,” you lightly slapped his arm.

“I would wish for you to stop hitting me,” he laughed rubbing his arm pretending to be hurt.

You threw your head back and laughed. “Now your wish won’t come true!”

After you both had stopped laughing and were in a comfortable silence, Harry gave you a dandelion from the bouquet.

“Would you like me to teach you how to tie these?” you ask.

“Sure.”

You made a loop connecting the top and bottom of the stem making a ring. The yellow flower the gem.

“I love how you are genuinely interested in my childhood and my antics to let you experience how yours should have been,” you thanked him as you handed the flower ring back.

“Well I’m genuinely interested in you, Y/N.”

You blushed heavily and melted under his gaze. Harry smiled. The bouquet was handed back to you, and he suddenly stopped. A confused look on your face caused him to chuckle.

He got down on one knee, taking his time to ask you the desired question. “Will you.....wear this lovely ring you made?”

You scoffed at his teasing. “Absolutely, Harrykins,” you said in the most annoying voice you could muster, “You jerk.”

Harry laughed hard; he was clearly enjoying causing you trouble. He gingerly slid the handmade ring onto your finger, and stood back up.

You gently shoved him and giggled. “I can’t believe you did that!”

He wrapped his arm around you. “I’m sorry,” he half laughed. You could tell he was holding back another chuckle.

“Can we get ice cream?” You asked him with puppy dog eyes.

“Of course.”

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@summer-writes @masterofthedarkness @iliveiloveiwrite @siriusly-addicted-to-writing @nebulablakemurphy @obsessedwithrandomthings @haphazardhufflepuff @firewhisky-kisses

[labyrinth-runner]

Having a Ball

An Obi-Wan x Reader Winter Tale, also a secret santa present from @starwarssecretsanta​ for @peacefulwizardfox

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: None

Summary: It’s a fluffy wintery fic with some snowball fights.

Big thanks to @the-mandalorian-clone-lover for letting me bounce this off her.

The air was cool as it went right through your robes. A shiver went down your spine as you wished you had dressed in more layers. Obi-Wan had warned you that the planet was cold, and you remembered it being such when you were younger, but you had figured that you had grown in your training and could block out the cold by now. Such was your mistake.

Being here on this planet gave you the illusion that everything was normal. The world was a blanket of white, untouched in most places. In a word, it was peaceful. It was this serenity that made it one of the Order’s favorite places for brief meditative retreat. However, when you saw the list of people who had signed up for this trip, you were beginning to think that maybe it wouldn’t be as relaxing as it had been advertised.

You were excited for this retreat, though, having heard stories about Master Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker’s antics. Very rarely did you get to see them in action these days, with the war spreading you all out so thin, so you were keen to see the infamous duo get up to some of their shenanigans.

“Let’s set up camp for the night,” Master Windu advised.

Looking around, you noticed that there were no tents. A quizzical look settled into your features until you saw what your lodging was to be. 

The Jedi around you held their arms out, palms facing out, fingers splayed. Their eyes were closed in concentration as they reached out to the world around them. 

Shapes began to take form out of the snow,  ice rising from the ground as a building rose up in front of you. Closing your eyes, you joined them in lifting it up so that the door was accessible.

“Now that that’s done, time for the fun,” Anakin whispered to you as he knelt down to pack a ball of snow in his hands.

You raised a brow at him as he wound up and threw it, hitting Obi-Wan square in the face. Snow clung to his beard as he reached up to wipe it off, giving Anakin the dirtiest look as the younger Jedi snickered into his hand.

“Master, you’ve got a little something on your face,” Anakin said innocently.

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed as a clump of snow rose from the ground and hurled itself at Anakin, who ducked, causing the snow to hit you instead.

The crowd grew silent as you casually reached up and swiped the snow from your eyes to see a blushing Jedi Master sputtering an apology. Calmly, you reached down to pack your own snowball before returning the favor.

“SNOWBALL FIGHT!” Ahsoka yelled as everyone broke off into a free-for-all.

Snowballs whipped back and forth across the white expanse of space as haphazard forts were quickly erected to provide shelter from the cold ammunition being pelted every which way. You dove behind a snow bank, but the snow moved under your weight, sending you tumbling down a hill. The roll continued until you found yourself going from a slight tumble to a sheer drop into a cave. 

Looking up at the space you’d fallen through, you realized you wouldn’t be able to jump up unaided. You let out a sigh, sending a puff of air in front of your face. Turning to look at the cave, you noticed light shining through the icicles, indicating another entrance on the other side of the cave. Faintly, you heard the whistling of the wind through the cavern, and what sounded like your name. Having nothing left to lose, you trudged towards the light, hoping to reach the end quickly and before the sun set.

You weren’t so lucky, finding yourself exiting the cave just as the rich reds and pinks in the sky gave over to the purple indigo of night. “Oh, kriff.”

“The days are definitely shorter here than on Coruscant,” a sharp voice cut through the stillness.

“Master Kenobi?” you called out. 

“Here, darling,” he said as he slid down a slight bend to land in front of you. “You know, everyone’s worried about you.”

“I didn’t mean to make people worry,” you blushed, “I took a tumble and ended up in this cave.”

“I told them that, but they didn’t seem to believe me, or your tracks for that matter,” he said as he fished out a blanket to wrap around you. “Well, it’s too late to go back like this. The temperature will drop soon. We might as well stay here for the night.”

Here? The two of you alone in a cave? Your mind was reeling. You had had a crush on the Jedi Master ever since you were both padawans, but thankfully your missions kept you apart, which helped keep your feelings at bay. However, having to be so close to him like this, especially after he had come to rescue you, was reigniting that spark that you had thought was gone, but had in fact only been dormant for so long.

The two of you went back into your cave and he reached into his pack for his emergency fire kit, building a small fire that was kept at bay by a ring of stones around the small crackling source of heat.

“So, what made you sign up for the retreat?” he asked as he dug around for some rations in his pack.

“I thought it might be a relaxing break from being shot at,” you replied as you took one from him, cracking the ration over the heat.

Obi-Wan chuckled, “Relaxation. There’s something I haven’t done in a while.”

“Anakin seems intent on making it hard for you to do that,” you teased.

“He’s got a good heart,” he replied. “And some of his ideas are brilliant. Just don’t tell him I said as much.”

You giggled, “Your secret is safe with me.”

“If I remember correctly, they always have been,” he said with a small smile.

“Oh?” you asked, feeling your mouth suddenly go dry.

“I know attachments are frowned upon, but I will admit that I always miss your smile when you’re away,” he winked. “It’s infectious.”

“Careful, Master Kenobi, your Jedi charm tricks won’t work on me,” you said, playfully nudging him, but you were blushing.

“Oh they won’t? I remember it being different when we were younger. You were always blushing at everything I said and blaming my accent if my recollection is correct,” he looked into the fire before turning to you for a moment. Softly he asked, “What happened to our friendship?”

“You lost your Master and then we were thrust onto different paths,” you replied, slipping your hand along the rocky bottom of the cave to tentatively touch his hand. When he didn’t pull away, you interlocked your fingers with his. “I always believed ours was a friendship that could pick up from wherever we left off.”

A slight tint settled above his beard, but you wondered if perhaps it was a trick of the light reflecting off the cave walls. “Oh, is that so?”

“I know Master Yoda says that we are all luminous beings, but whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same,” you replied, looking into the fire, “A connection like that runs deep enough to withstand the test of time, wouldn’t you agree?”

Obi-Wan looked at you, really looked at you, and for a moment he was just a man. He wasn’t a Jedi, and neither were you. You were just two souls bound together by so many commonalities that one might not know where he ended and you began. The way the light glinted off your face casted you in an ethereal glow. Luminous being, indeed, he thought as he took you in. Although your words were true, he would never have had the courage to admit them on his own. Instead, he just gave your hand a squeeze.

“We should rest. You sleep first while I take the first watch,” he said, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around you. 

A slight sigh breezed through your lips, but you let it go, as you had always been trained to do. The physical touch would be enough to reaffirm that perhaps he saw you in the same light as you saw him. Resting your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes to get comfortable. Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off into a meditative state, not quite ready to commit to actual sleep at this point.

Obi-Wan let out a sigh as he looked out of the mouth of the cave. Every time that he thought he was over his attachments, something would happen to reassure him that perhaps he wasn’t the perfect Jedi that everyone thought him to be. He had mastery over his emotions, but that didn’t mean he was devoid of them. It wasn’t something that he could just lock in a box and forget about. It was a constant battle every day with a beast that would remain conquered for only so long. It was a battle of wills, waiting for him to fatigue and slip up. In truth, sometimes he wanted to slip. He wanted to give in and take the easy way out every once in a while. He wanted to feel everything; to give into temptation on occasion. To love and be loved in a way that consumed, just to feel. But, a part of him feared being burned. Feared making a mistake he couldn’t take back. To give himself to someone so completely would mean that the loss of that person could be enough to ruin him. 

To love anything at all is to be vulnerable. That kind of vulnerability was something a Jedi couldn’t afford, so he put up walls. Walls that even Anakin couldn’t break through, and yet you always had a way of slipping through the cracks. It was almost as if letting those walls down would be acceptable if it were only to let you in.

The sky outside was getting lighter, but it wasn’t sunrise. A smile curled the corners of his lips as he gently shook you awake.

“Darling,” he murmured as you groaned, “Darling, look.”

You blinked your eyes open, trying to focus on your hazy surroundings as your vision swam. “What am I looking at?”

Gently he reached out to tip your chin up towards the sky and you understood.

Wavy lines of color streaked across the sky, lighting up the night. “You know, the ancient texts referred to auroras as being the spirits of a planet dancing in the night.”

“Qui-Gon always said they were the physical representation of a planet’s aura,” he said thoughtfully as he took in your awed expression.

“Regardless, they’re beautiful,” you murmured, “Definitely not a view you can see on Coruscant.”

“Mmm, they are beautiful,” he said as his eyes softened on your face. “I wish I could see it more often.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him staring at you, sweeping his eyes along your features as if he were trying to memorize you.

“Afraid you’ll forget me?” you asked as you turned towards him.

“I doubt I could ever manage that,” he replied with a small smile.

“Am I forever burned into your memories?” you asked playfully with a bright smile.

His heart skipped a beat as he reached out to brush a strand of hair out of your face, gently sliding the pad of his forefinger along the outline of your face as he did so. Your smile slowly slid off your face as you took in the intent nature of his gaze. His eyes flicked down to your lips before slowly making their way back up to yours. The seas of his eyes were tumultuous, like a churning sea as you stand on a cliff in a storm.

Obi-Wan licked his bottom lip as you reached out to gently cup his cheek. You dragged your thumb through the soft bristles of his beard, feeling your breath catch at how he leaned into your touch. You let your hand slide along his jaw towards his chin as your thumb dragged along his bottom lip, gliding from the dampness left by his tongue. Your eyes settled on his lips, entranced, before lazily looking up at him with a hooded gaze.

The fire was slowly dying in front of you, casting you both in the shadows of the embers. A log on the fire shifted, sending up sparks that playfully danced in his eyes. You swallowed a lump in your throat as you both stood on the edge of this precipice, toeing the crumbling limits, afraid of what might happen should you fall. 

A flutter in your chest caused you to take that step, falling over the edge and dragging him with you. You pulled him in for a kiss, relishing in the way his supple lips pressed firmly into yours. 

His beard tickled your face as his hand slid to cup the nape of your neck. His velvety tongue slipped over your bottom lip, the first demand you imagine he’s ever given, and one you were very happy to acquiesce to. His tongue danced with yours, a tango to a music only the two of you could hear.

He explored you like you were uncharted territory, but in truth, he was also exploring himself. Testing his limits. Determining how far he was wiling to go. It was a journey you would go on with him, but you let him take the lead out of respect. 

You broke from the kiss and rested your foreheads against one another as you panted slightly for air. “Good night, Master Kenobi. I’ll take this next watch.”

“Good night, darling,” he grinned, his chest still heaving slightly from the exertion as he rested his head in your lap.

You let your head fall back as you let out a silent laugh at what just happened. Biting your lip, you shook your head before turning your attention back to him. Gently, you ran your hand through his hair, stroking through the auburn locks as you took in his sweet face of content. Part of you wondered if that was the first time he did something he wanted to, regardless of the consequences, in years. You draped your arm over his chest as you let yourself picture a normal future for the two of you. It was a daydream you hadn’t had in a long time, but one that you took out of its box every once in a while, if only to shake off the cobwebs. 

If you weren’t Jedi, you’d be married. You’d live on a peaceful planet full of serene moments where you could feel the force at work in the galaxy. Maybe you’d have a farm, or maybe you would just live in town. Perhaps you’d befriend the neighbors. Perhaps you’d be in a remote area with no one around for as far as the eye could see. Obi-Wan would tend to the animals, and you would help him build the life he could have had if he wasn’t a Jedi. Perhaps you’d have children running around, a perfect mix of the two of you, or adopted to give them a better life in a loving home. No matter the scenario or the variables, the common denominator was that you’d be happy together.

You watched with passive interest as the sky changed from an inky indigo to the same shades as your dying fire until the sun had risen in the sky again. Gently, you nudged Obi-Wan awake.

“Obi, it’s time to go home,” you murmured.

He stretched languidly before collecting his belongings. You did the same before heading out of the cave and into the bright morning light. 

“We can follow my tracks to get back to camp,” he said as he held his hand out to you. “Shall we?”

With a smile, you placed your hand in his and together you traversed the snowy hills until you were back to camp. You caught sight of the others breaking down camp.

Anakin was the first to spot you, eyes falling on your conjoined hands. You quickly dropped Obi-Wan’s hand when you noticed where the Jedi Knight was staring.

“Bout time you two showed up. We had to do all the work breaking down camp without you,” Anakin teased. “It’s not very Jedi-like to shirk your duties.”

“I’ll remember that, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said with a wag of his finger.

“We’re glad the two of you are safe,” Ahsoka said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Yeah, would’ve hated leaving you here,” Anakin grinned.

Mace gave Anakin a withering look, “No one is getting left behind.” You could have sworn you heard him mumble ‘unfortunately,’ before he turned to Obi-Wan to add, “The next time you decide to wander off, take Skywalker with you.”

Obi-Wan shot Anakin a look that said, ‘what did you do?’

Anakin just shrugged, placing his hands up in a placating manner.

“Load up, everyone. It’s time to go home. I hope this trip was as enlightening as you all thought it would be,” Mace said before heading towards the ship.

You shared a smile with Obi-Wan Kenobi at Master Windu’s words before adjusting your pack on your shoulder and following the others onto the ship.

Enlightening, indeed.

[writingbakery]

“cold moonlight”

i asked the discord server what they wanted to see, & they overwhelmingly voted angst - all i can do is deliver ✨ [taglist; @sparkncharge @redbeanteax @secondhand-trash @keigos-dove @katsukisprincess @jojosmilktea @antigenius @kingtamakimurder @heroheads @yuueimagines ]

[pairing: astronaut!hawks x gn astronaut!reader]

[warnings; space travel gone wrong, debris shower, final moments, character death, heavy angst/unhappy ending]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

space is unforgiving.

twenty three days of isolated space travel has shown you that in waves; freezing, desolate darkness surrounds you at all sides. you found beauty in its cruelty, yes, but more importantly, you found suffering. the only thing keeping you sane was keigo, and even he was reaching his limits.

the pair of you were locked inside a half battered shuttle, floating aimlessly in deep space. Command had stopped answering hails days ago; rations had dried up this morning. a snapped tether was all it took for space to show you just how brutal it could be, if desired; you were certain rescue was a fantasy. the rest of your crew were probably safely entering earths atmosphere now, halfway home and far from the tendrils of the stars. you envied them.

keigo’s kept positive where you’ve gone negative, constantly countering your words - “don’t talk like that now, lil dove. we’ll be soaring through he atmosphere before you know it,” he promises every time, kissing your forehead. at first, it brought you comfort, but now, every word seems hollow, his lips cold against your skin.

he’s been clattering around the shuttle all morning, attempting to find ways to kickstart the thrusters while you drowned in the silence. it’s haunting, how desperation presents itself - an overwhelming need to move, and an inability to do anything but wallow.

there’s never been a silence you could taste before, loud and violent in all its quiet. you’re boneless, weighed down by your guilt and fears; keigo shouldn’t have even been on the shuttle. he’d accompanied you to make the repairs easier, his academy nickname - hawks, red wings inked against his spine to match - following him all the way out to space. you’d never have expected Command to assign you both to the same mission, liability in a married couple in space, and yet.

your bond hadn’t caused the debris shower to snap your tether, or batter your body against the side of the shuttle. you could barely walk, bruised all up and down your body, and keigo had torn insulation to patch your bleeding leg. your bond hadn’t isolated you from the group, or trapped you inside a barely functioning shuttle. space has done that, without care for your desperate pleas of a safe return home.

keigo knocks twice on a support beam to get your attention, pulling you from your drowning misery. he’s half suited up, hair falling in his bloodshot eyes as he holds up a few tools and tattered wire. “i figured out how to get the engines moving. it’s a long shot, and we don’t have a lot of time before the next debris storm hits, but it’s a shot,” he says earnestly, blind optimism flooding his exhausted features.

for a moment, you can���t move, too certain that you’ll die right where you sit regardless of keigo’s hopes and dreams. but his eyes plead with you in a way you’ve always been weak for, and you shakily stand.

“show me.” and he does.

the thrusters are dead, but not damaged, fuel cells not completely burnt out & by keigo’s estimations, hotwiring two sections of the cables beneath the paneling would reroute some of the power just enough to kickstart the engines and propel you close enough to earth to get the ship back into the atmosphere. he was always the expert in that, fiddling & taking apart machinery until it worked again. you’d alwags joked he was your birdbrained mguyver, ready to invent something out of a toaster & spare engine coils at a moment’s notice.

now, his knack for wiring only means one thing; he’s going out there alone.

you put up a good fight, listing all the ways you could help him, how your leg wouldn’t be a burden out there - weightlessness would make the pain of dragging the injury around nonexistent, & you knew this was at minimum a three person job. he’d be out there for two hours at least, & you had no way of knowing when the next debris storm would hit. he’d be all alone, defenseless against the horror that put you in this position in the first place, & you could barely stomach the thought.

all keigo offers you in return is a smile, soft and small and sad in a way you haven’t ever seen from him before. resignation is written all over his face, & you know he’s long accepted the fact that you’re staying in the shuttle, regardless of your protests.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it’s been over two hours since then, & keigo’s still not back inside the shuttle.

you’re strapped into the pilots chair, frustratedly slamming the controls; no matter what wires he splits and layers out there, the connections aren’t traveling deep enough into the conduits to affect the fuel cells, & you’re starting to worry.

“maybe we should stop here, regroup. we can try again once the storm passes,” you argue into the comm for the fifth time, straining to meet keigo’s eyes through the port window. your words fall on deaf ears again, a wave of his hand confirming; he’s staying right where he is until the job is done.

the sensors start humming, so low and gentle at first that you don’t even register their warnings until its a battle cry, blaring alarms and flashing warnings that would sit behind your eyelids for years, haunting your nightmares until sleep no longer came knocking.

the debris storm was here.

slamming on the comm, you & keigo began yelling at the same time, words spilling over each other like waves; “you have to come—“ “—finally reached the conduit—“ “the storm is coming, keigo fuck the conduit—“ “start the goddamn engines!”!

you fumble with the controls, lining up the engines & restabilizing the conduits; they splutter to life slowly, kickstarted by keigo’s own genius & you laugh — both panicked and relieved. “it works, it fucking works, keigo baby you did it, now please come inside,” you plead over the comm, but your husband isn’t moving with the shuttle, & if you strain your eyes you can see him waving.

“now isn’t the time for jokes, you ass, just come inside—“ he cuts off your frightened rambling, coice just a little sad, a little wishful. “i cut my tether.”

the words ice you down to your core, and if you hadn’t been strapped down in the pilot’s chair you would have thrown yourself out the hatch on instinct.

“you cut—“

“i cut my tether. it was the only way, two of us wouldn’t make it to reentry. too heavy, & the conduits needed fresh cabling. we only had the one tether left. i always told you i’d send you home, didn’t i? that you’d get to see the sunrise again, over the ocean. you love the ocean.” his voice is a little unsteady now, & the farther the shuttle lurches away from him the more static impedes his words.

“you love the ocean too, birdbrain. that’s why we got married on the beach,” you whisper, & he laughs a little forlornly in response. “i love you more than that, though. i love you so much it hurts, & that’s why i’m keeping my promise. i’m sending you home.”

you’re running out of time; the static is all but washing out his voice, & the debris storm is rushing towards him full force. what do you say to the love of your life when you know he’s got minutes left, and you’re safe?

“i love you so much, you idiot. i love you, i love you and your stupid wing tattoos that you cried getting, and the stupid smile you get when you win at uno, and the way you always kiss me good morning, even if you want to sleep in longer. i love you, keigo takami, and im always gonna love you,” you promise, wincing as the static reaches fever pitch. you can barely hear him now, but the few words that filter through strike you hard in the heart.

“love .... pretty eyes..... don’t forget.... ocean waves... i love...” the static cuts out with the rest of his words, & you don’t realize you’re crying until your sobs echo back on the comm link, the signal lost.

he loved you, and you love him still, and even as the shuttle burns through the atmosphere, rocking you violently in the pilot’s seat, all you can think about is his smile, the way his eyes crinkled up like stars just before he left the hatch.

you barely register your impact with the ocean, moving on autopilot, just like the shuttle had; keigo must have programmed it before leaving, must’ve known you wouldn’t have the focus. you always did grieve numbly, and he knew that — looking out for you even after he was gone.

you slowly, carefully pull yourself out of the shuttle and onto the beach you’ve washed up on, sighing in guilty relief as you settle against the sand. above you, the stars twinkle and shine, just like keigo, and you smile through the fresh waves of tears. the ocean kisses your feet, and for a moment you imagine he’s there, his spirit, above and beside you in the waves and the stars.

he’d always be with you there, you think, eyes wet. you’d always have the stars and the ocean, and you’d always have keigo.

the ocean hums to your broken heart, and cradles you as you cry, the water sympthathetic.

for all the pain, however, you know. you know that somewhere up there, amongst the stars, a pair of red wings would circle the earth, & keep you safe, just like he promised.

alone, you watch the sun rise over the ocean, and smile.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Obnoxious Interrupter

Ngl, his wink kills me every time...

Ao3 LINK

Kili gets to see a bit more of OC than he expected.

Inspired by ‘Birthday Lie In’ by the lovely @ladylouoflothlorien​!

TAGS:  @elvish-sky​

MASTERLIST

OC Used:  Lorelei

Word Count:  1,098

Warning(s):  A dump-truck load of insinuations, curse words, and a bra-less female.  You have been warned.

Translation(s):  Halw kurdu:  Sweet heart

~~~~

"Lory-"

"Go away Kee."

"But-"

"Go away Kee."  I huffed, burying my face into the plump, soft glory that was my pillow.  It was finally the weekend and I was looking forward to getting to sleep in for a few hours.

But, a certain dark-haired Prince had other ideas.  

Just as I was beginning to fall back down the wondrous chasm of sleep, the door of my bedroom was thrown open with a loud thump as Kili marched in.  "Lorelei, you can't just sleep all day!"  He exclaimed, and I grumbled into my pillow.

"I want to, so therefore I will."  I growled, pulling the blankets closer around me.  Mahal, I would've thought Erebor would be warmer; what with all its forges constantly burning.  Guess not.

Kili huffed, and mentally I could see the pout that I just knew was pulling his mouth downwards in a hangdog expression.  "Amrâlimê..."  He whined, "you promised to help me prank Uncle today..."  

I let out a groan, momentarily raising my head just enough to catch a glimpse of the water clock sitting on my nightstand.  A simple glance told me everything I needed to know and my head fell back into the pillow.  "Kili it is barely sunrise.  Bugger off."  

The sound of footsteps told me that Kili was walking further into my room.  "But that makes it morning, so you have to help me.  You promised."  

"I didn't promise to do it at the crack of dawn.  That does not qualify as morning."  I grumbled; words muffled by the pillow I had buried my head beneath.  "Now bugger off."

Kili let out a pitiful sigh.  "Lorelei, the prank won't work unless we do it now."  He said petulantly, and I mumbled curses underneath my breath.

Forget the fact that I wore his courting braids in my hair.  If this was what I faced by entering marriage with him, I wasn't going to do it.  "Have Fili help you and let me go back to bed, Kili."  

"But that won't work!  Fili is busy with 'heir things'."  Kili said, the soft pad of his boots giving away his movement as he drew nearer to me.  

"I'm not getting out of bed at this ungodly hour."  

"Just this once?"

"Never in your wildest dreams."

"Of course.  We do much different things in my dreams."  

"Kili!"  I gasped, chancing a glance up from my pillow just in time to catch a glimpse of his cheeky smirk as he threw open my curtains to let in the blazing light of the rising sun.

I recoiled, pulling the blanket over my head as I cursed my choice of bedroom.  Never had I thought I would regret being on the eastern side of Erebor.  

"Time to get up, lovely lass."  Kili murmured, and I grunted in response.

"Sweet talk isn't going to get you anywhere, you bastard."  I grumbled, eliciting a dramatic gasp from Kili.

"You wound me with such words!  I thought you loved me, dearest heart!"  He exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

"Cheeky twat."

"No!  Please say it isn't true!"  

"Kili, I will shave your stubble; let me go back to bed."  I threatened, and footsteps broke the silence for a moment.  Then there was silence.

I listened hard for any sound of Kili before deciding that he had taken my threat seriously and let me be.  Letting out a sigh, I stretched luxuriously underneath my oh-so-warm covers as I prepared to fall back asleep.

Then I was brutally assaulted by a wave of ice-cold air.  Letting out a shriek of mingled surprise and outrage, I shot upright, looking around for the blanket thief.

I found it in the form of Kili as he stood over my bed with my blanket clutched in his hands.  I glared at him, propping my hands on my hips.  "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!  GIVE ME MY BLANKET BACK!"  I screeched, then noticed that Kili's eyes weren't on my face.

Rather, they were fixated on my chest which happened to be clothed in a skin-tight tank top.  I was fervently denying the fact that winter was steadily approaching.  But that wasn't the only problem.  In my sleep, the one of the straps had slipped off my shoulders to more fully reveal my bosom.

Hurriedly, I pulled the strap up and crossed my arms over my chest.  Clearing my throat, I gave Kili a pointed look as he blinked and raised his gaze to my face.  "Eyes up here if you don't mind."  I said dryly, fighting the blush that was attempting to stain my cheeks.  

Kili avoided my gaze; looking to the side as his face flushed tomato red.  "S-sorry...  I didn't..."  He coughed awkwardly, biting his lip in an adorable gesture of embarrassment.

Raising an eyebrow, I nodded towards the blanket he still held in his hands.  Kili was quick to hand it to me and I wrapped it around me; effectively hiding my chest from view.  "Thank you.  Just remember this the next time you go to wake me up."

A smirk began to tug at the corner of Kili's mouth, and he shot me a sly look.  "I'll remember this for a long time, love.  You're a bit bustier than I expected."  He said, and my eyes widened with surprise as my mouth dropped open.

"Kili!"  I gasped hoarsely, making him laugh mischievously.

"What?  I'm a Dwarrow, we think about things like that!"  He defended, making me shake my head in disbelief.

"I don't know what to do with you..."  I groaned, and Kili's smirk widened.  

"Oh, I could give you a few ideas, halw kurdu."  He said suggestively, and I threw my pillow at him.

"Keep those thoughts for your wedding night, Kili!  Now, get out and let me go back to sleep!"  I said, blushing furiously.

Kili just laughed again, dodging the pillow.  "Want me to join you?  It's a bit cold in here."  He teased, but turned away to walk towards the door of my room.

"As much as I would enjoy it, I don't think it would be wise.  Now get out!"  I said, flopping back down on the bed.

Kili just winked as he closed the door behind him.  "I'll be back, love."

"Of course you will.  You're like the plague..."  I grumbled, closing my eyes as I attempted to salvage my interrupted sleep.  If I was lucky, Kili wouldn't be back for another hour; he had the patience of an ant.  

Perhaps this time he wouldn't strip my blanket off me.

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White Out

Lateish Sokkla Saturday piece.

Summary: While on vacation to a ski resort, Azula and Sokka get stranded in a blizzard. 

Night has already fallen, snowflakes stand sharply out against a dark sky. Outside the wind shrieks, throwing blasts of snow against the side of the resort. A fire blazes in fireplace and the TV blares the same warning, ‘Caution: Winter Weather Advisory in Effect. Blizzard. Low Temperatures Across The Map’. And as it scrolls, ‘Stay Inside If Possible.’ Across the town jobs have sent workers home and schools, were it not winter break, wouldn’t have opened at all. The advisory closes with a deep and loud buzz, Zuko knows that it will be back within the next half hour. 

“They aren’t back yet.” Katara hasn’t stopped pacing since the first snow flake collided with the windowpane. Now that it is snowing more heavily she is visibly shaking. 

“I’m sure that they’re on their way.” Zuko smiles. It is the nervous sort of smile. The kind that intends reassurance but betrays stress. “Azula was probably nagging Sokka to head back the minute they got to the top of the mountain.” 

“But Sokka is annoyingly persistent. The last time we went skiing, we almost got stranded because they forgot that we went up for one more round.” Katara shares. She swallows and her look of horror amplifies. “Oh, gosh, Zuko...what if they…? All of the workers were sent home. What if…”

“They wouldn’t have just left them.” 

“Mistakes happen, Zuko!”

He moves away from the fireplace and comes to stand in front of the lobby doors. A later car pulls in, fishtailing on the ice and narrowly missing the ‘handicapped only’ sign. The car comes to a halt in the snowback. He watches the man decide to forget about his luggage for the night. He hustles his children inside. 

“‘S cold one out there.” He remarks with a good natured laugh as he passes by. 

“Yeah, I can feel it from here.” He agrees. 

.oOo.

His tears are born of frustration and fear. And regret. They freeze to his cheeks as soon as he sheds them. Azula has gone nearly still hours ago. He holds her against his chest, he thinks that her eyes might be frozen shut, snow clings to her lashes and her cheeks have gone from flushed with cold to a deathly pale. 

To think that it had been such a good day. They’d gone up the mountain feeling cozy and enthusiastic. His hand was cupped around a steaming coffee and she had ordered white hot chocolate. Since sunrise she had been beating him down the mountain and the scoreboard was tipped so heavily in her favor (especially with the bonus points she had amassed for all of her tricks) that his only hope was to beat her in their final winner takes all competition. 

Despite feeling bitter to the highest degree, he’d let her rest her head on his shoulder as the ski lift climbed. There was already a sharp chill in the air, the first sign of the forewarned snow storm. 

“Are you sure?” Azula asked for the seventh time that he had bothered to count. “It’s supposed to be a bad storm.”

“You’re just afraid that I’m going to kick your ass this time!”

He remembers her frown that look of determination that had cut through her reluctance. He supposes that those were the words that had sealed her fate. The words that he will hate himself for, for the rest of his life. Though he isn’t sure that the rest of his life is that long anyhow. 

“I’m not afraid. I’ll win.” She had folded her arms across her chest. 

He looks at her stiff figure. He wishes that she did win, that she would just wake up and brag about how she’s surviving much better than he. But the fact is that she has always been more susceptible to the cold. She has been since they were children. But she always has been too stubborn to admit it; she would let her nose get bright red and runny before admitting that she wanted to go inside. He would always have to pretend that he was really cold too just to keep her from catching a cold. 

Small as she is and with no extra padding, she doesn’t really stand a chance even wrapped in his coat and her own; and here is no going inside this time. 

“I’m sorry, Azula. This is my fault.” He brushes a mittened hand over her face. Her hair is brittle, the strands plastered together with ice. He thinks that she doesn’t look human anymore, more like a doll or a mannequin. A snow covered statue. He holds his hand to her chest just to feel it rise and full, to feel the terrifyingly slow beat of her heart. 

All he can do is pray and think over how things had come to unfold. They had made it to the top of the mountain and a good halfway down it. By then the flurries had started, the winds had began to gust with more force and Azula seemed to grow visibly concerned. She was more subdued, less talkative and harrowingly less competitive. He should have known to just cave and head back when she told him that it was fine and that he could just ‘have his stupid fucking victory’. But he was still high on happiness and adventure. He was still pumped and ready to continue their contest, he wanted to win fair and square. 

By the time that he realized that they were in trouble visibility had dropped drastically. In mere seconds, they were in white out conditions. Azula was already shaking rather violently, her face a bright red and it wasn’t with anger. She, in fact, was looking almost meek and teary beneath a very forced bravado. 

The determination never left her face.

He thinks that it is still there now. 

They wandered for some time before Azula began to slow. “Sokka, I’m really cold.” She’d whispered. He remembers because for a while she simply kept repeating it, over and over again until he’d handed over his coat. Even then she kept up the mantra. Her shivering seeming to increase by the minute. 

And then her mantra had evaporated into silence until she grew delirious enough to speak again. She started telling him about the time she and Zuko built a snowman with their father. He remembers none of it, probably because her speech was slurred to the point that he could only pick out, ‘Zuzu’, ‘father’, and ‘snowman’. The rest of the story had been garbled and indecipherable.

He had let her keep talking.

She had asked for his coat.

He reminded her that she already had it.

He was freezing his ass off. 

Ten minutes later she asked again.

And then another ten minutes later. 

He doesn’t think that she could remember asking him at all. 

And then he had to fight with her as she tried to take her clothes off. 

And now she is still in his arms. 

And now he wants to go still too.

He hugs her tighter and rubs his cheek against hers. At least when they’re found, they’ll be found together and Zuko and Katara will know that they hadn’t been alone nor separated. That they had each other until the very end. Azula did anyhow, not that anyone else would be able to determine that. 

For some reason, he expected her to open her mouth and murmur a final parting word. 

He is so tired. 

.oOo.

The conditions are much too perilous for a search party. They promise to send in the morning. Zuko notes the grim undertone. The search party that they will send out tomorrow will mostly be looking for bodies buried in the snow. And who knows how far from the path they have stayed. Sokka is an idiot—he tries not to say as much in front of Katara—and Azula is a fighter. He can’t imagine that they stayed in once place.

“Well!? What did they say? Are they sending people out?”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Let’s go back to the room, Katara.”

“Zuko.” Her eyes grow misty. “Zuko no. They have to send someone. They can’t just...oh Zuko.” She flops down on one of the lobby sofas.

“Katara,” he says softly, “we can’t stay here all night.”

“But what if they get back?” She asks. “We have to be here.”

“You need some sleep. The desk clerk will give us a call if anyone comes in.”

But she doesn’t budge and nothing he can do will make her. She doesn’t move an inch until the door crashes open causing her to jerk.

Sokka makes it only just inside before swaying on his feet and collapsing. Azula falls with him.

And Zuko chokes. He wishes that he wouldn’t have brought her back. He’d rather hear that she froze to death than see it for himself.

He glares at Sokka. At his best friend. And he wishes that the boy had died too. He always got Azula into trouble. Not that she doesn’t do the same. But he knows that Sokka has caused this.

.oOo.

Waking up is like a dream; it is fuzzy and doesn’t make sense. Feels as though she shouldn’t be awake at all. And she supposed that she isn’t. Not entirely. Which might be why she asks, “did I win, Sokka?”

But Sokka isn’t there, she thinks that she is alone. She alone and confused. It is warm, she realizes. Warm and bundles in blankets. For a moment she doesn’t remember why this is significant.

And then it strikes her that she is in the hospital. She sits up and looks around the room, she hears the faint beeping of a heart monitor and wonders if her heart rate is healthy, she supposes that there would be doctors flocking to her if it wasn’t.

She realizes that Sokka is in the bed over, she wants to get up and go over to him, but she is tethered to her bed by IV’s and monitor wires. With nothing else to do, she lays back down. She doesn’t mean to, but she falls back asleep. She supposes that her body could use that. 

She wakes up on and off through the night but Sokka never seems to be awake when she is and the nurse informs her that Zuko and Katara have just left. And that she was going to be out of the hospital before her parents’ plane landed. She can only imagine the earful that Zuko was going to get from father. 

When she full comes around she is, as promised, back at the hotel. Her night stand is teeming with flowers and get well soon cards. She knows that Toph has received word because there is a handmade snowman that looks curiously like her, it has all of the trademarks of Poppy Beifong and all the offensive humor of her daughter. 

“You’re finally awake.” Zuko notes with a smile. “Katara got you some soup and hot chocolate from the cafe.” 

Azula rummages through her get well soon gifts, pulls out a quilt, and wraps it around herself. Once she gets to the table she inspects her hands and feet. All of her fingers and toes are accounted for. But she is terribly fatigued and her throat tickles. She is getting sick and she knows it. The soup will do her sore throat well. “Is Sokka up yet?” She asks, finding that her voice is already somewhat hoarse. 

“Right here!” He weaves. 

“This is all your fault.”

His face falls. “I know.” 

Azula frowns, torn between annoyance and sympathy. 

“We should have just gone home. I almost got you killed. I thought that you were dead.” He sputters. “I...you stopped moving and you were so cold.” 

Her aggravation dissipates. “Well I’m still here, she mutters. Here and ready to make you suffer for it.”

“I already have.” He clearly isn’t in a joking mood. She can count that as a first. He holds up his hand, it is bandaged heavily. “I gave you my gloves because I thought that you needed them more.” 

Her stomach flutters. “You lost your fingers?”

“So you didn’t have to.” He gives a sheepish smile. “Hey, it was my mistake. You shouldn’t have to pay for it.” 

“I could have just let you have your stupid victory.” She folds her arms over her chest. She finishes her soup and sits down on his lap. “You’re warm, Sokka.” 

He kisses the crook of her neck and she feels his arms wrap around her torso. “You’re hot.”

“I know.” She takes his formerly frostbitten hand and lifts it up to observe it. “Thank you for the gloves.” 

He smiles again. “I don’t mind. You always hated the cold more than I did. And besides, I was getting tired of slamming that finger in the door anyways.” 

It is a relief to hear him cracking jokes again. 

“Seriously, you two?” Katara asks.

“She’s sick, Sokka. Do you want to get sick too?” Zuko adds.

Sokka wriggles his brows before pecking her on the lips. As if to prove Zuko’s point she turns away to cough several times. 

“Go eat the rest of your soup, Azula.” 

“Already finished.” 

“You can have some of mine.” With his remaining good hand, he holds a spoonful out to her. 

She takes the spoon and holds it out for him. “You eat your own soup.” 

“Only if you help me.” 

“Alright, fine. But only because you’re missing a finger and it makes Zuko mad.” Azula replies. He leans in for a bite but she pulls the spoon away. “Did I win?”

“What?”

“The skiing competition. Did I win?”

Sokka groans. 

“I’d say that you both won.” Katara replies. 

And Azula supposes that she is right. They’d beaten the cold more or less and they had beaten death, if only barely. The night is a blur in her mind but Sokka mentions having to carry her several miles down the mountain. She won’t say it out loud, but she thinks that counts as a winner takes all sort of victory. 

She holds out the spoon for him. 

.oOo.

He curls up next to her in the bed. He plans on savoring it, both of their parents will be in tomorrow, weather permitting, and they will spend the rest of their vacation supervised. He doesn’t count on it, they had tried to make it out the minute Katara had made her distressed phone call.

 He has another trip to the hospital the next morning, a follow up. But tonight he can relax. He can’t help but be at least somewhat bitter at how this vacation has ended up, but when Azula rolls over to face him with a sleepy murmur, he finds that it is okay. 

He watches snow building up against windowpane and Azula snuggles up against him. It is more than a relief to feel her body heat. To know that she has body heat again. Granted, she is now burning up with fever, but she seems to be doing well enough. Mostly she is drowsy and lethargic. But cold medicine keeps takes the brunt off of it as his painkillers take the edge off of his own ailment. 

She sniffles and her eyes flutter open. 

He reaches for the book on the nightstand. So far, each time she has woken up, she requested that he read her back to sleep. If he is lucky she offers to read to him until she grows too tired to continue. 

They sit up and she leans on him as he finds the page that they’d left off on. Azula wraps the blanket more tightly around them. He supposes that this trip isn’t a complete disaster after all.

[cheezritsu]

Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics (pt 2)

part one here!

Kageyama Tobio: couple workouts, linked pinkies, lingering touches, butterflies in your stomach even after years of knowing him, parting his sweaty bangs after a gruelling match, sitting in your lap during study sessions. The childhood friends couple; always attending his games, setting a separate ringtone for when he calls at 2 am from another country, his thumb caressing your cheek when he kisses you, walking home after practices with his face washed with sunset; tiny, barely there smiles meant for your eyes only; mundane tasks as dates, buying magazine covers with his face on them; knuckle kisses, massaging his tense muscles after long, grueling days; pressing your foreheads together, looking deep into his love filled eyes; always following your advice, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in your scent; recalling old memories with his grandfather, cooing over baby pictures, having each other as your phone background, being prideful for him, trophy husband jokes; standing up for him no matter what. Slow, unsure kisses, even after so many years; always saying “see you later” and never goodbye, soothing his worries with a hug, knowing what he means even when he’s quiet. You two are the star crossed lovers, never quite separated as long as you’re in love. 

Hinata Shoyo: 8 hour phone calls, tan lines, bruised arms, giving Natsu advice like she’s your sister; the sunshine couple; constant encouragement, sitting on the back of his bike and going down hills, Marvel movie marathons, talking so much you forget to eat, reading Shonen jump together, him teaching you volleyball, showing up to all his matches; the number 10 proudly across your chest; brushing away his frustrated tears with the back of your hand; video calls with 12 hours between you two, spontaneous dates, convenience store slushies, being shown off to his friends, pinky promises, cheek kisses, running through the streets with intertwined hands, laughing maniacally; making any day an adventure, getting meat buns at 2am, sitting in the stands at practices, learning Brazilian recipes, smiling contently as he tells yet another story about Brazil; holding his face so gently he might cry, hugging him like he’ll vanish under your fingertips; never whispering “I love you,” only screaming it so everyone can hear. Proud smiles, even in hard times. You two are Icarus and the sun, your fierce love the one thing that keeps the wax from melting under your wings. 

Azumane Asahi: braiding each others hair, linking pinkies, slightly mismatched appearances, long, ambling walks home while the sun sets; comforting whispers, spinning hugs, promise rings, the sweet couple; always having the right words, modeling his designs, long distance calls on Saturday nights, dried roses, brown sugar boba tea, framed couple photos, bubble baths, fingers tangled in each other’s hair, running errands as dates; sleeping in his tee shirts while he’s away, stealing glances at one another, shoulders always touching on train rides, still blushing whenever your hands brush, being his personal cheerleader, having a mailbox with both your names on it, at home haircuts, rainy day dates; softly kissing each other awake; candid photos, monthly anniversary gifts, a comforting touch always close at hand. You two are Orpheus and Eurydice, willing to plunge the depths of hell to stay together. 

Iwaizumi Hajime: late night FaceTimes, learning to skateboard, insulting one another as a love language, stuttering out “I love yous”, couple workouts, being in each other’s profile pictures, bullying each other at any given moment, double dates, matching denim jackets, couple outfit of the day posts, melting into his arms, airport reunions, stealing his food during dates, the laid back couple; stealing his hoodies, long walks filled with easy conversation, having a dog as a child, being dubbed “Iwaizumi’s cool partner,” wherever you go; late night convenience store runs, sunrise hikes, arm wrestling competitions to win arguments, protective arms around your waist as you sleep, unironically calling him “Iwa-Chan”; cheesy Disneyland California couple photos, staying up with him as he studies for exams, rubbing the tension out of his shoulders, listening to his old Seijoh stories, being loved by Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa, resting a comforting hand on his chest, taking pictures of him in the background at sports events, taking pride in everything each other does. Not so much saying it love you,’ but seeing it. You two are the moon and the ocean; tidally locked with one another, and never wanting it any other way. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi: taping his matches on tv, wearing his coats when he’s away, champagne flutes, fancy dinner parties, the classy couple; musky, dark cologne, tacky souvenirs from countries he’s visited, indoor plants everywhere, cooking breakfast together whenever possible, courtside seats at his games, peaceful silences, quiet vacations, fancy dinner dates, pearl necklaces, first class flights, monogrammed luggage, smiling at your shared last name, french manicures, laced hands, moonlit walks, promise rings, handwritten letters, traditional weddings, feather light kisses to your knuckles; listening to his voice to fall asleep, mindless touches, secret smiles, ironic heart emojis, learning each other’s love language, sitting in his lap while he watches matches, coming home together after long days apart, fluffy white robes, his and hers sinks, forehead kisses, patiences, evenings spent reminiscing with Shiratorizawa, never losing sight of what’s important: each other. Accepting him no matter what, squeezing his hand for reassurance, saying ‘goodbye’ just so you can say ‘hello’. You two are like wild ivy, growing and entangling in one other until you’ve become one. 

Tendou Satori: watching anime until the sun comes up, taping his bruised fingers, singing his impromptu songs, cheering loudly for him at games, exchanging memes for hours, the silly couple; walking home with swinging intertwined hands, comic shop dates, playful banter, calling him “miracle boy” with a seriousness that makes him blush; bullying Goshiki, amusement park dates, stuffed animal presents, incoherent love notes, keeping pictures of you in his wallet, making chocolates in the dead of night, singing loudly in the shower, tickle fights, sneaking into his dorm when you can’t sleep, coming to his defense whenever, wherever; spit shakes, inside jokes, teasing whispers, learning tiktok dances, anime hoodies, cooing over his baby pictures, protective glares, shoulder touches, identical laughter, falling deeper in love with every passing second. You two are a hurricane; a force to be reckoned with with no intentions of stopping. 

Bokuto Kotarou: Being Akaashi’s worst nightmare, screaming songs in the car together, throwing rocks at each others windows in the dark, laughing on the phone underneath blankets, kisses every time you see each other; the inseparable couple; always knowing when he needs a hug, playing with his hair, wearing his jersey to volleyball matches, spoiling him at any chance, staying in bed an extra five minutes, trying new restaurants every other day, getting lost in the city for hours, constant snapchats, good morning texts, surprise visits at work, piggy back rides, ice cream on summer days, friendship bracelets, comedy movies, Polaroid pictures, bear hugs, beach dates, sleeping with his head in the crook of your neck. Hands always touching, nose kisses, spikes dedicated to you, air kisses across crowded stadiums, posing for paparazzi, the entire world knowing your name because he can’t keep your name out of his mouth for ten seconds. You two are remnants of the same star, finding one another across space and time. 

Semi Eita: dyed hair, eyebrow piercings, walls lined with guitars, dive bars, muffled singing from the shower, sake shots, world tours, chain necklaces, wearing his merchandise, karaoke dates, fishnet stockings, luxury hotels,the sexy couple; being his muse, velvet sofas, singing duets in the kitchen while making breakfast, dazzling smiles, having a makeshift recording studio in your living room, papers littered with song lyrics, starving artist budgets, breakthroughs at 4am, meeting his old teammates at concerts, silly audio recordings of meaningless conversations, “babe, listen to this!” the intimacy of sharing headphones, pressing kisses to his calloused fingertips, having more amps than furniture, spending hours in comfortable silence untangling his chords, the rush of listening to his new songs, constantly being on your toes, kisses that make your heart stop, being so proud of him. Long days spent slaving over work, his soft voice smooth like honey. Agonizing practices, staying by his side no matter what. You two are Bonnie and Clyd; absolute ride or dies through thick and thin. 

Kozume Kenma: watching all his videos, popping by work to give him lunch, singing softly while doing laundry at his house, making out in his gaming chair, soft, the intuitive couple; teasing fingers up your thigh, expensive gifts, housewife jokes, blanket burritos, at home dates, Speedrunning videos games, botched apple pies, having delivery on speed dial, curling his hair behind his ear before kisses, cat cafes, Gucci sunglasses, jamming to video game soundtracks, DND game nights, being in the background of his live streams, owning cats like children, bingeing on convenience store snacks, horror movie marathons, making fun of Kuroo, carding your hands through his growing hair, quick, stolen kisses, feeling completely at home with one another; watching cartoons till one am, matching stickers on your Nintendo switches, animal crossing weddings, sharing scarves, waking up curled into each other with the afternoon sun through your blinds, genuine and ugly laughter; smiles so soft you think you’re imaging them, listening to him pour his heart out about a game that broke him; ever laughing at him, slowly slipping to sleep while he plays video games, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You two are video game protagonists, falling in love like the universe intended you to. 

Suna Rintaro: Black sports cars, luxury apartments, Adidas track pants, fresh Nike sneakers, black and white everything; the aesthetic couple; matching outfits, silver rings, flashing lights, hazy bars, rolled blunts, hip hop beats rattling through your car speakers, late night texts, slow, languid kisses; rainy days, bedroom eyes, button down shirts, chipped nail polish, saying “bruh,” instead of “babe,” petty insults, wandering hands, dipping out of family reunions, noise complaints, throwing snacks into each other’s mouths, having your orders known at a restaurant, red solo cups, ash trays, house parties, spinning a record and listening to it for hours, laying on the floor with nothing to do; silk sheets, midnight drives, stupid jokes, lazy smiles, fist bumps, the inherent romanticism of not being romantic; bathroom selfies, upsetting the twins, always being one the same page, wilted flowers, tracing the outline of his lips before diving in for a kiss, trusting one another completely. You two are silver screen lovers, having the romance all teenagers would die to have. 

[silver-amalgamation]

@streetsteel​ liked for a starter - HERE

He was so, SO, excited today. One might be thinking maybe he made a new discovery? Maybe be got to go on another galavant into nature? Better! He got to meet Spark's ever so mysterious boyfriend finally today!, he knew his name but he didn't know much else except that he was shy! Still he'd been trying to tidy up the house a bit, it was usually messy with papers, perhaps a mug of old coffee. Doing his best to try to look it more like a home (maybe he'd pull out the baby pictures? No that was probably to much dad energy for one day...-). Oh right! He had to make sure meltan was behaved so he located them and swipes up the bolt headed pokemon onto his shoulder with a startled bwee!!

Just in time to because he heard his Alakazam who was sitting cross legged on the couch, reading a newspaper give him a mental nudge.

'hes here.'

"Oh! Yes, okay, let me open the door."

A knock sounded a second later and he opened the door up, nearly sending his glasses askew but he catches them and smiles. If a bit sheepishly

"Dear me, hello! Jay right?"

[the-official-account]

What if I made you your favorite sandwich and you didn't realize I memorized the recipe?

What if I gave you an extra segment of orange in exchange for the bigger half of a mango?

What if you changed the lightbulbs and your shirt rode up a little and I joked about you lighting up my life?

What if I couldn't catch a firefly in a jar, so you gave me yours?

What if you remember what brand of water I think tastes the best, and pick on me for having a preference as you poured the glass?

What if you opened the blinds slowly in the morning because you know I'd be sad about missing the sunrise?

What if you braved you fear heights to take me to the cafe with the view?

What if I got to watch you buy a child ice cream just to make their day?

What if our apartment was consumed by my favorite color, which I didn't care too much about until it became the color of you thinking of me with every purchase?

What if you held off your winning card because you know I like to play the long game?

What if I found a year-old recording I made to talk you to sleep recently opened on your phone?

What if you closed your eyes when I sneak past the week before your birthday, because you know I like the surprise?

What if I was cooking and you put your hand on the small of my back to dance to that vintage song we both know the words to, and the food is a little burnt but we both silently agree it was worth it?

What if you wake up early for the farmers market because you know I've never tasted honeycomb?

What if your head was in my lap and you turn to give my stomach a kiss and make fun of me when I scream a little?

What if you send me the fic I mentioned forgetting the title to a month after I told you about it?

What if we listened to NPR's youth orchestra section and quietly turned off the radio before it went to the news?

What if you bought me a mirror just because?

What if I used an ingredient you hate, and you agreed to try a bite still?

What if we did silly dances to a song we make up on the spot, I beatbox and you do the melody?

What if you snuck me pictures of your teachers silly white board drawings?

What if I sat on your lap as a joke and you wrapped your arms around me?

What if you held the yarn while I crocheted, in return for my ear for your troubles?

What if you looked at me like I was on fire when I told you I want to go out on the storm? What if you put on your rainboots? What if you told me I didn't have to put on mine? What if you dried my hair?

What if you sprinkled a little salt in my tea, for protection?

What if you ate the honeydew so I could have the cantelope and we act like enemies fighting for the watermelon?

What if you bought wool and learned to hand spin it poorly so that I'd have the joy of making you a sweater of your own love?

What if you took a day just for yourself, no texts, no calls, and I was perfectly happy knowing you'd come back?

What if we listen to the static on the radio?

What if you're in all the dreams I don't remember?

What if some days you can't say I love you and that's alright? What if it's always alright?

What if it's always alright?

[namusthetic]

The four Cardinals

The four nations lived in peace and harmony under the guide of each Cardinal. The North, the East, the South and the West. To which nation do you feel you belong?

The North

Cold stares, loyal until the very end, warm to those who gained their trust, always following their principles, rough, but in a warm, heartfelt way, fearless, headstrong and impulsive, follow their hearts rather than their minds, friendly in their own way, brutally honest, building relationships on the battlefield and over a good pint of beer, they will say what they think, each wound is worn as a trophy as they are the proof that they survived to see the sun rising one more time, hunter, always carefully aware of their surroundings, always prepared for the worse, either they like you or they hate you, there is no in between, unafraid of the road ahead, has a strong sense of justice, everlasting friendships, does before they think, finds comfort in sentimental objects and heartfelt words, plunging into the woods with nothing but a desire for adventure, seeking excitement in life  

Aesthetic:

the sound of snow crunching under your steps, the cold wind blowing against your face, the warm feeling of a cackling fireplace in a busy tavern along the way, long heavy cloaks, the rough feeling of metal and leather, running with the wolves in the cold winter nights, the refreshing sensation of feeling alive in the crisp air of the winter mornings, bonfires in the evening, the ruins of an old castle, banks of fog in the early morning, that adrenaline high that comes from the knowledge of standing alone against the world, wild hair, furs and warm clothes, loud heart-warming laughter, rosy cheeks and piercing eyes, the sky’s overwhelming mix of warm hues at dusk just before it turns blue

The East

Integrity, respects nature and the ways of the world, seems cold and uptight at first, but is loyal to a fault once you become friends with them, respect, always careful about what they say and how they act, has a soft spot for cute things, only fights when strictly necessary, honour, compassionate, usually demonstrates affection through action since they are too shy and awkward to speak about their feelings, selfless, beautifully confident and agile in battle, but an utter mess with feelings, selects their friends very carefully, tends to overthink things, slightly awkward, has a strong sense of duty, values and principles, wise and eerily calm even in bad situations, if you get them to open up to you they can be adorably dorky, values knowledge the most, low-key softie, balance and harmony, always trying to protect the pureness left in the world, risking their life to be at your side, knowing that life is a learning experience and accepting its lessons as a way to become stronger

Aesthetic:

Sakura flowers falling on the still water surface, iced almond milk, the sound of the zither wafting in the spring mornings, paperback books with warped pages, moral codes and respect, a clear slant of light reaching the earth through the blossoms and the leaves of the trees, the slow flow of the water in big rivers, rare but genuine smiles, appreciating natural beauty as it is, being aware of the power held behind the simplest things, crystals and handwritten poetry, the smooth feeling of silk fabric through your fingers, the earthy smell of green tea, long walks wandering through nature, the feeling of hardwood floors under your bare feet, bathing in cold and warm water springs, trusts the universe, watercolour paintings and white tea

The South

Living life each day as if it were their last, enjoying the moment, they have a deep knowledge about life, free-spirited, forever young, procrastinating but managing to do everything on time, can’t help but try to make everyone smile, acknowledges sadness as part of life and thus never feels ashamed to cry in front of others and to speak about their feelings, sleeps most of the day, affectionate, finds beauty in fallen petals and drifting leaves, ‘being upset over it does not solve the problem, honey’, incredibly sweet and patient, compassionate and understanding, finding beauty in life is the best exercise for the soul, you will find them laying down contemplating life or sleeping, knows much more than they let on, stays up until late at night, open-minded and open-hearted, they become easily attached, cares a lot, always there to help, easily excited over the simplest things

Aesthetic:

the feeling of walking barefoot, inhaling the salty smell of the sea and forgetting about everything else but the fact that you are alive in that exact moment in the universe, grapes and oranges, the refreshing feeling of laying on the cold sand, intricate geometrical patterns and simple linear architecture, fairy lights, cats sleeping in the shade under porches on the streets, busy markets filled with noises and the most diverse aromas, the light swaying of a ship, bonfires and sparklers, the smell of freshly baked bread at sunrise, drinking coffee under the warm morning sun, sun-kissed skin and linen sheets, acoustic guitar, home-made jam, caring touches and warm smiles 

The West

Confident, strives to be the best, always talking about economy, hard-working, determined, perfectionist, bold, grew up too fast, keeps up with trends, doesn’t show emotions but actually cares a lot, actually finds very fascinating other cultures, curious, likes to try out new things, helps everyone they can even when it’s not their business, jokes around most of the time, but can be very serious when needed, great conversationalist, craves warmth and true friendship, loves to travel and discover new places and ways of looking at the world, existential crises and trust issues, impulsive decisions, always on time, overworking themselves, focuses on details, lives in extremes, analytical, ‘everything is possible if you are willing to believe in it’, holds grudges, sore loser, having a plan for any situation

Aesthetic:

knowing smiles, strong coffee, diamond chandeliers, the sound of pearls falling on a marble floor, leather sofas, city lights and sounds in the night, high heels and tailored suits, train rides across the country, to do lists, walking a little bit faster to stay warm, adrenaline highs from achieving your goals, classical and jazz music, dark chocolate and cigarette smoke, the sound of the clock ticking, the confidence of knowing where you are headed to, the sound of champagne glasses being filled up

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Hello everyone!   (⌒▽⌒)☆

Hope you enjoy these character moodboards!   (´• ω •`) ♡

I just wanted to clarify that, although I got inspired by different cultures and countries, I do NOT agree with any kind of stereotyping, since I believe everyone should be free to do and be what they want to, as long as it doesn’t involve harming others.

The characters are from a fictional reality that I made up and they have their own quirks, again, that does not mean I associate such characteristic with a specific nationality.

Also, I wanted to apologize for not posting more often but I’m in the middle of an exam session so I’m a bit busy, thank you for being so patient     o(TヘTo)

Thank you for enjoying my blog ♡  stay healthy and take care of yourselves  σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

[ireallyjustneedcoffee]

Domestic Mysme headcanons

 Yoosung: 💚

Cleaning the apartment + cuddles

You two have certain days throughout the week that you guys designate to cleaning the apartment

Surprisingly it was Yoosung’s idea

There’s always a candle lit at the end to finalize all cleaning

You two crank up the music (but not too loud because neighbors are a thing), bust out the cleaning supplies, then it’s go time

During the little breaks you catch him playing his game and have to manhandle him away from his computer

“There’s not even that many chores left!” You whines but Yoosung was adamant and would only leave his computer chair in exchange for..kisses

In which you happily supply them

While cleaning the two of you would quickly peck the other’s cheek for each chore they got done

“Give me more kisses (y/n)! “ “you got (1) chore done!”

Once you finish cleaning, he’s cuddling into your side while you hold him to your chest

Won’t admit it but loves that position with all of his heart

Bonus exp: run your hands through his hair or just pet him

Cuddle sessions after cleaning usually ends up being nap time

The two of you make sure to clean yourselves up before each cuddle

You actually join him in the shower so you can hurry up and cuddle

These aren’t his favorite days but he does love cleaning if it’s with you

Zen: 🖤 

Getting ready + Visiting work

He always has a morning pep talk ,always, but he became flustered when you quipped into one he had

“Alright Zen..” he would start “you are one HUNK of a man!” You would yell from the bedroom

Since then he always looks for your little sassy/snide/encouraging comments

The one time you brushed and styled his hair, he was surprised at how well it turned out

“Oh wow babe..you did better than I usually do! You might have to start brushing my hair for me.” He would flirt

He always comes to you for outfit opinions

Values your opinion about what he looks good in

Even lets you choose his outfits sometimes

Brushing your teeth together and you guys just bump hips

Him laughing at the toothpaste being all over your face

You laughing at his face when he accidentally drank the mouthwash like a shot  

Him singing in the shower and you joining in as you’re washing your face

Always appreciates you visiting him at work

If you tell him that you’re visiting before he leaves, he’s always waiting in anticipation

Bonus: if you bring him a meal and force him to take a break because you know he likes to overwork himself

While you’re at his job, he always shows you off to the directors and his coworkers

If you’re in the same career as him, he’ll recommend you and boast about your skills

The staff knows so much about you from Zen talking about you so much

If you decide to bring food up for the staff then they will all adore you

This makes Zen slightly jealous because they’re getting too close but he’s also proud to call you his like “Oh yeah (y/n) is so lovely and has such a sweet soul, you can practically see why we’re so perfect together”

Jumin: 💜 

Morning prep + breakfast

Getting out of Jumin’s bed is a chore especially if he’s still asleep and has his arm around you

Even if he isn’t still in bed, those covers and that mattress feels like heaven

Elly curled up on you feels really comfortable and she’s warm

You always button up his shirt and fix his tie

Once you finish you pat his chest and he gives you a little smooch as thanks

You also pick the tie he’s going to wear each morning

Comfortable silence always feels the air but when he sees you in the morning there’s nothing but adoration in his eyes

Sometimes the both of you watch the sunrise over the city skyline from his living room

He likes to try and do your hair in the morning

Putting it in some fancy braid, putting edge control on your edges

Or if you’re not going anywhere he’ll fix up your scarf/bonnet so it doesn’t slip off of your head

You two always fix Elizabeth’s breakfast before your own

Gotta feed the child first

You usually get his lunch fixed in the morning so when breakfast is finished he can take it

He loves fixing you breakfast so when he does cook in the mornings you’re usually hovering in the kitchen (sitting on the counter, looking through the fridge, etc)

Jaehee: 💛 

A normal day at the bakery + Baehee

You two alternate who bakes in the morning and who straightens up the bakery weekly

Setting out the food and desserts and trying not to eat any

Jaehee scolding you but still making you something small to eat as a snack

You making coffee everyday for Jaehee right before the shop opens

You’re always rewarded a kiss as thanks

The both of you make little snacks for the staff, to make sure they eat before the day starts

You two accidentally being called Mom/Dad by some of the younger staff 

When it isn’t busy Jaehee makes sure the younger employees get any homework they need to done

Any of the food you make for Jaehee, you kiss it so she knows it’s made with love

You two visit other cafes and high end bakeries to see what would be good to add onto your little cafe

“I really like the tiramisu with espresso whipped icing, what do you think (y/n)?” “I think I love you Jaehee..” “Well I would sure hope so (y/n)”

When it’s almost time to close, you would flirt with Jaehee and she would play along

“May I take your order?” “Yes, can I get a makeout session and maybe a side cuddles and kisses please?” “Coming right up, dear!”

Spoiler: You lean over the counter and peck her lips

Closing time is when you blast the music and have fun cleaning

Blasting music from Zen’s musicals will get you a singing Jaehee and her voice is soooooo good, it reminds you of honey

Blasting some old kpop songs would get you and Jaehee both trying to remember the dances and laughing when you can’t

V: 💙 

Grocery shopping + cooking together

V still loves to hold your hand as you walk in the grocery store

A habit you grew when he used to have bad eyesight and you would grocery shop with him

Having a shopping list of things you need to get but completely forgetting it at home

“It was just in my hand”

Him finding a recipe he wants you to try so you two decide to get the ingredients and cook it later

Making him reach for things on the tall shelves

Watching his back muscles even if they’re faint they’re still there

Once you’re back home you start putting away the groceries as V gets out everything you need for the new recipe

“We didn’t forget anything did we?” “If we did, we can improvise”

As you’re cooking he would take a break from cutting vegetables to give you a back hug and a kiss on the head

V just gazing lovingly at you as you cook and then runs to go grab his camera

Snapping pictures of you cooking and you doing the same to him while he cooks 

Taking pictures of the food you made once it’s finished

Saeran: 💗

Gardening together + bathing

Gardening is the only thing you can get Saeran up for

Any other time it’s a nightmare trying to get him up, more so because you don’t want to disturb his sleep and it’s also because he looks so peaceful when he sleeps and AND-

Yeah

Spraying yourselves with the hose to cool down

Saeran taking off his shirt and you getting flustered

“I see you looking pervert” he’d tease as you vehemently deny his accusations

Getting excited looking at your growing plants

You named all of your plants to make them feel special

Saeran cupping your cheek and wiping some of the dirt off of you

Which only gets more dirt on you but it’s the thought behind it

You set up the bath with bath bombs, candles, and muscle relaxer

He gets the clothes and bed set up so you two can CRASH once you’re finished

This is pretty much routine

You giving him a massage while he hums a low lullaby

Melting at his voice because damn

Him helping wash your hair and silently asking you to wash his because the way you massage his scalp is so relaxing

Having nice, long deep conversations about life and the future

Sharing long tender kisses

“I’m glad that you’re here to help me get better (y/n)...”

Saeyoung:  💖 

Washing one of his cars + repairs

Saeyoung coming out with fresh lemonade as you determine what’s wrong with his car

“The engine...is doing a thing” “Well that’s awfully specific (y/n)”

Handing him every tool that he needs

You learned that he named all of his tools

“I need Marie” “WHOM???” “....aaaah I meant the wrench”

You almost decked him

Gushing about how he’s a cute little mechanic with the oil on his cheek and everything

He’s got everything you’ll ever need to wash the interior, body, and tires of his favourite car

Even the little vacuum

Spraying each other with the hose and it turning into a water fight

“Oh you’ve done it now (y/n)!!”

Cooling off from the heat by sitting in the car with the AC on blast

The music is also on blast and you two always sing along

Arguing over who cleans the tires because it’s hot and do the tires really need cleaning?

You both just end up cleaning the tires anyway

Makingout in the backseat of his car

[remedyhunger]

Blake’s first sunrise..

Blake tossed and turned in her sleep. Sweat dripped from her skin as memories of the events of this summer came back with a vengeance. Yang went missing, the fight with Atlas, the world literally hanging on their shoulders...and then she saw Adam again, the hatred and disgust on his scarred face...his sword striking down towards Yang.

“No!” She shouted in the dark. Her body jolting up from her bed. With heavy breaths, and tears welling up in her eyes. It was a dream she realized. No a nightmare. She’s been getting those a lot lately.

Wrapping her arms around herself Blake suddenly discovered her sleeping partner was not beside her. With panic the daughter of Poseidon turned around and grabbed the covers of the neatly made side only to pause to see a note.

Confused Blake picked up the scrap of paper and turned it over.

“Morning Tuna-Brain,

Don’t start panicking ok? I had to go do an errand....yeah I know at 5:00 am in the morning.

Just trust me ok?

Wise Girl

PS. I have a special treat for you after breakfast...I promise it’s not just fish lol. “

Blake smiled softly, her heart rate steadily going back to normal. She scooted close to the edge and got out of bed. She was up she might as well take a walk to calm herself. Right?

Blake tilted her head a bit to see her desk cleaned up with all the books she brought to camp neatly stacked and one particular book with a sticky note on top reading, “Really?”

She reddened at the same curvy handwriting she saw earlier.

Well at least it was Yang and not Ruby...

Blake sighed while putting on her dark jean shorts and a purple jacket over her camp tank-top. The daughter of Athena was going to tease her about that book for the rest of her life. Yang has a photographic memory she can see one object and it’s stuck in her big head for eternity. Same thing when she hears a conversation or gossip.

When she was finally done getting dressed. Blake patted her pockets to check for her pen and smiled once feeling the familiar bump. She made her way to the mirror to brush her hair and paused once she saw a sliver grey streak on her front bang. Her eyes darted down, her heart skipped a beat.

“Stop thinking of that Belladonna!” She growled, surprised by her own tone of voice.

Blake made her way to her cabin door and opened it wide only to spot a tall young woman on the stairs.

The woman was wearing dark jeans that were ripped, dark red doc martins, a black leather jacket with golden trimmings over a orange camp shirt and a red sash around her waist.

“Um...” Blake started.

The young woman turned around and Blake noticed her facial features. Her hair was fire red in a high ponytail with a undercut. She had bright green eyes with a tinge of blue in the middle...like a stormy sky ready to strike down lightning. Her lips were full and was giving her a smile, and last but not least the golden headpiece around her head.

All in all the woman looked like a goddess if Blake was being honest. Thankfully she remembered meeting her during the quest.

“Pyrrha right?” She asked

“Oh good you remembered me!” She smiled brightly and stood up. “I was hoping you would! Yang asked me to keep guard while she does her thing so...here I am heh.”

Pyrrha Nikos was awkward, really awkward. Like she was trying to think of anything to talk about. It was rather adorable...wait.

“I thought you left with the other Huntresses?”

Pyrrha sighed. “I stepped down...well I decided to stay at camp. I mean Yang is here, and I want to look for my sister.“ She was looking down at her boots her lips downward and brows together. “Don’t get me wrong I loved being a huntress but, I’m needed here. I feel it was my destiny to stay here.”

Blake blinked at the girl. She realized Pyrrha was only a teenager like the rest of them. In fact Yang told her she was only a year older than her by two months. She was just tall...which frankly Blake was jealous of. She might have to start wearing platforms to get to Pyrrha’s height.

“I-Is that a problem?” The daughter of Zeus asked with uncertainty.

“No!” Blake reassured. “Uh, would you like to walk with me? It’s still dark and..”

“Sure!”

Blake smiled weakly and began to walk next to the other demigod. It was silent but not as awkward as before. She got to see Camp Half-Blood in a more calmer environment. It was pretty to say the least. She sighed in relief, there were no monsters or any danger and for once she felt blessed by to gods for that.

They continued to walk until Blake noticed a huge gathering at cabin number seven, Apollo cabin. Her eyes then zoomed in and saw a familiar demigod yawning loudly while leaning against a short half naked young man with sandy blonde hair, a pair of teal runners shorts and his camp necklace. Sun Wukong was his name and the counselor for the cabin.

She felt upset all of a sudden, but Pyrrha put her hand on her shoulder and smiled down at her. “Don’t worry Blake, nothing would ever happen between those two. Besides that boy has nothing compare to you, miss hero.”

Blake chuckled at that and felt a little more confident as the two walked over to the cabin. She noticed Yang was wearing her cut-off jean shorts, a pair of purple flip flops and a black hoodie that looked too big for her. It looked familiar like the one Blake thought she lost.

Wait...

“That’s my hoodie.” Blake blurted out for everyone to stop chatting and to look up at her.

Yang who’s hair was loose with her grey streaked bang falling over her widened silverish purple eyes, blushed. She quickly pushed Sun to the ground and shot straight up from the bench she was sitting on.

“Blake! I-I thought you were sleeping..”

Blake raised a brow at Yang’s lame excuse. “I mean I was until I realized my sleeping partner was gone.”

Everyone gasped and turned to Yang. Ruby who was laying on Yang’s lap before was now on the ground with a mischievous look in her bright silver eyes.

“And why was Wise Girl in your cabin?” Sun asked with a smirk on his face. His blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

“None of your business Arrowhead, and don’t call her that. Only I get too.” Blake said with annoyance.

“Ok, Ok I’ll stop!” Sun said while putting his hands up in defeat. “Anyway it’s fifteen minutes before dad rises...want to join us. It’s kinda a requirement for his kids...and legacies.”

“Is that why you’re here Yang?” Pyrrha asked. Who Blake just realized was still next to her.

“Yeah...it was before I met Blake...when I was eleven I got punished for skipping on gramp’s sunrise all the time.” Yang began, her hand rubbing the back of her head as she smiled cutely. “So...basically he put the sun right in front of Athena cabin and...I got shunned for a month from my other siblings and Mom because of it..”

“His ego must be big.” Blake deadpanned at the thought of Apollo doing that with a manic grin on his face.

“Yeah Dad is...narcissistic.” Sun sweated a bit. “Ya get used to it.”

“At least he doesn’t put his children in a stupid hotel.” The daughter of Hades interjected as she stepped out of the shadows. Scaring half of the children of Apollo.

“You really have to stop doing that Ice Queen...” Sun sighed at the girl with dyed hair who was wearing a dark blue jacket and black pants.

Weiss merely rolled her eyes and sat down next to him and Yang with her knees up. Her eyes looking up at Blake with curiosity and embarrassment.

Ruby who got up and grabbed both Blake and and Pyrrha was restless. “When is grampa coming up? I want to get back to my cabin.”

“Five more minutes..” Sun stated.

Blake was now next to Yang and Pyrrha she was already tried of all this waiting. She leaned her head on Yang’s shoulder, the girl before her suddenly stilled by the action. Blake opened her eyes to look up at her.

“Sorry..is this ok?”

Yang’s voice cracked. “Y-Yeah it’s fine...I don’t mind.”

Blake felt warm at Yang’s voice, she felt safe. “I had a nightmare earlier..” she whispered softly.

“What about?”

“Everything that’s happened with Atlas and Adam...”

She felt Yang put an arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer. Pressing her lips against the crown of Blake’s head right above her grey streaked bang.

“I’ve had nightmares of him too...” Yang revealed to Blake. Her golden hair framing her face beautifully and that one strayed grey lock falling over her right eye.

“ALRIGHT TEN SECONDS!” Sun yelled as everyone began to countdown the sunrise.

10

Yang pulled away from Blake and reached behind her.

9

Blake watched curiously as she heard rustling from behind and zippers.

8

“Close your eyes Blake!” Yang whispered excitedly.

7

Blake looked at Yang with a raised brow.

6

“Trust me! Come on.”

5

Blake closed her eyes.

4

She suddenly smelled a fruity scent nearby. It wasn’t Yang’s typical strawberry shampoo. No it was...baked.

3

“Alright open your eyes Tuna-Brain!”

2

Her eyes opened and was met with a small purple cupcake and a lit candle. Blake could see the sun coming out behind Yang and her hair glowed with it, the streak of her front bang almost silver. It was the most beautiful picture Blake had ever witnessed.

1

“Happy Birthday! Blake...”

0

Blake blew out the candle and everyone cheered as the sun came up. Yang smiled before putting the cupcake away to hug her and kiss her on the cheek.

The daughter of Poseidon knew she was never going to forget this. Especially not because of Apollo.

[keyofshadows]

I'm missing playing with my friends in Snapshots canon, so I felt like sharing. The stuff under the cut is part 2 of the log that happened after this.

Amaya removing the corruptive part of Kai's Darkness, aka Part 1 of the log.

In the morning, 'Jem was busy shooing everyone out of the kitchen so she could do something about feeding them. It didn't help that Soren wouldn't leave.

"Come on, he never sleeps this late. Just let me stick my head in there, I promise not to set his bed on fire. I'll just throw a cookie at him!"

"You do, and I'll tell him you were the one that took his spell book."

"Awe 'Jem, I thought you liked me! If you want me to die, just toss me at a monster in the Maw or something."

"I was saving that for Eli, for not telling us before they did anything."

Eli squeaked and shot Ronan a look from across the table where they were both sitting. "It was Kai's decision! And it was a good one too...at least so far."

He'd thought about checking in on Amaya when he'd gotten up, then decided to let her have her privacy. She'd make an appearance when she felt like it.

Amaya slept curled up in a ball as per usual, and as per usual, she was up before the sun. She had gotten into the habit of watching the sunrise and sunset every day and night. Something that she never got back home.

What she healed from Kai was still there, however it wasn’t acting up right now. That was a good sign, she could have a quiet morning. She couldn’t help the feeling that something was watching her. Adion was back in complete slumber form, nothing but a naggy crystal on her glove.

Said nagging said it was time for food and if Amaya didn’t comply, it wouldn’t be a quiet morning. Rather than thinking of trying to go down the stairs after entering the bedroom through the window, Amaya decided to come in the front door again. The only familiar face was Eli and the slightly familiar face was ‘Jem.

“Hi… I went out early this morning.” She started, knowing that was the question she was going to get for coming through the front door. “Sorry about last night, something came up and it had to be sorted out.”

The amount of times she had apologized in her life made up a good quarter of her spoken vocabulary, she would swear by it.

"Oh hey, I was wondering where you were." Eli waved at her, then gestured to Ronan. "He told me he dreamed a girl with lavender hair, so I guess you met him when you came back with Kai. Sort of met him. Anyway, this is Ronan, Kai's kid brother."

Ronan flushed at being reminded that he'd apparently been that out of it, ducking his head in greeting. He could still be a little shy when he was embarrassed about something. Eli reached across the table and patted his head before pointing at the other brunette hanging around the kitchen doorway.

"That's Soren, Kai's worst nightmare- Ow, Ronan!" Obviously someone just got kicked under the table. Eli made a face before continuing. "Fine, Ronan's boyfriend and Kai's worst nightmare." He scooted his chair back to avoid another kick while Soren smirked.

"Pretty accurate description. Nice to meet you. What'd you do to Kai, exactly? He's not going to be an angel now, is he?"

Eli rolled his eyes. "I told you he'll be fine. Don't go saying stuff that'll get 'Jem going again, I'm already gonna bruise."

'Jem looked maybe a little too satisfied with herself at that, then turned her attention to Amaya.

"Hungry? I was just about to force feed them real food, you're welcome to something."

Soren ducked into the kitchen long enough to emerge with a poptart. "This is real food, quit trying to poison us with your eggs and oatmeal."

Amaya waved to Soren and Ronan, trying not to dwell too much on the hair fact. Adion had decided to laze about in Amaya’s cowl hood, ignoring the fact that some people in the room didn’t know he existed yet.

“Kai is fine, just getting some needed sleep.” That was a half assumption. Adion wiggled around at the mention of Kai’s name. He didn’t forget about his tactical revenge.

Amaya automatically answered the food question. “I’m -”

Adion tugged on her hair with her braid, knowing exactly what she was going to say. She was going to eat and that was going to be it.

“-am going to have my mind made up for me so if it isn’t too much trouble.” She finished speaking to ‘Jem, swatting Adion back onto her shoulder. Amaya was now waiting on questions from everyone but Eli about the tiny dragon on her shoulder.

Then she had an idea.

“Adion why don’t you go see if he’s awake or not.”

That would get him out of her hair for a few minutes. He knew this, but he disappeared from sight anyway. Bugging Kai was going to become a regular thing while he was here.

In other words, it was Kai’s turn for a new dragon hat, whether he realized it or not.

'Jem bit her lip for a moment, then nodded. "If you're sure he's okay..." She gave Eli another look, and he sunk down in his chair.

"He does need the rest though, I mean, c'mon. Eat, study, fight, annoy Soren, sleep only if everyone else is...but he's gotten better!" He added as Ronan kicked him again.

There being a little dragon hanging around near Amaya's head didn't seem to phase 'Jem at all. She only smiled at the other girl's answer and went to get the food, while the two boys who hadn't been adventuring last night stared in silence. At least until Ronan let out a squeak.

"You have a dragon? How do you have a dragon?" He cast a suspicious glance at Eli. "What did you do now?"

"Hey. Why does everyone assume I'm in trouble all the time?"

Soren was trying to hold back a snicker and failing miserably. "Because you usually are. I'm still blaming Kai for that, though. I want to believe your mom when she claims you're an angel."

Eli only grumbled before inviting Amaya to join him and Ronan at the table. Soren was trying to peer into the hallway after Adion.

Kai had, in fact, slept pretty well. One of the first things he'd done when he'd woken and the memory of the night before had hit him, was to reach out and open a Corridor. Seeing it there just a few feet away was reassuring, and he'd gotten up and decided to test things out. So while everyone else had been going about their business (and his, it wasn't like Eli hadn't been loud when 'Jem had whacked him), he'd been tossing ice spheres through the Corridor and catching them when they emerged from another he'd opened closer to the door. He supposed he should probably go eat something. Maybe he could steal a poptart while 'Jem was distracted.

Closing both Corridors, he opened his door. He needed to see if Amaya was still around too, she'd said she'd check on him.

Amaya slowly walked towards the table, out of habit in mid explanation. “Technically he is a Bahamut species Essence Beast. Has been for 8 years now.”

Amaya remembered when she first met Eli and how to not bring that up. She was good at not bringing things up.

“He does get bigger.”

Adion was quietly snooping around the halls when he found Kai poking his head out of his room. Or at least the door was open. He was about to go bother him when he felt something shift. One of his senses as an Essence Beast tied to a Gatekeeper was sensing when other keepers opened gates. He got that sense now and not knowing who it was, bolted down the hallway and before he knew it, he was buried in Amaya’s neck.

She wasn’t expecting it of course, but his surprise and him being surprised was enough for some mild concern. He started making noises at Amaya in attempts to communicate quickly.

“Hey slow down, what was it?”

Adion growled at her.

“What do you mean you sensed a Gate Passage?”

Adion continued to snarl and growl in a rapid manner. Amaya looked at her pocket, and pulled out a dull crystal. It didn’t respond or seem to respond to any of her magic.

“Oh, that’s fantastic.” Amaya sighed, and put a hand to her face. “Do you know where they are now?”

Adion pointed out the window. Then almost as if it was scripted, there was a knock on the door. Amaya knew who that was.

“She is never going to let this one go.”

Ronan was obviously still a bit in awe about Adion. "Essence Beast?" He knew what the Bahamut part was, at least. "I've never seen anything like him before. My brother has, once, but that was mostly Eli's fault."

Apparently a lot of things were mostly Eli's fault from the way he tried to see how far he could slouch under the table. "Don't know what you're talking about~"

"It's not nice to lie. What would your mom say- wait, he gets bigger?"

Ronan was about to ask how much bigger when suddenly the dragon in question reappeared, obviously in some sort of distress. Ronan was half out of his chair while they talked, and no one else moved, 'Jem having just come out of the kitchen with a bowl of oatmeal. The knock sent Eli scrambling to stand up.

"I'll get that!" Apparently Amaya knew exactly who was on the other side of the door, but like at the castle, Eli would rather be the one to deal with it. He wondered how long it'd take Kai to get down here...a question that was answered seconds later as a portal warped open in the middle of the living room. Kai rolled his eyes at the exasperated look Ronan gave him.

"I didn't feel like taking the stairs, sue me- We're not expecting anyone, are we?"

Amaya was ready for when that door opened. Maybe Eli being in the way would help.

As Eli opened the door, a partially armored, tall women looked down at him, with brown hair and a braid across the left side of her head. She had metal shoulder plating, a dull green shirt, and leather armor padding over earth tone pants and boots. Amaya was hoping she wasn’t going to notice her.

“Hi have you seen a purple ha-”

Nope she noticed.

“AMAYA!”

Amaya was gone in two seconds, making a gate in the floor large enough for her and Adion to sneak through. She shut it behind her, but the woman did not go in. She knew Amaya better than that.

The woman turned and saw Amaya already trying to bolt in the other direction, and took of after her. Knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere too quickly, Amaya called out her lance, Adion grabbed it in his talons and took her up in the air a good fifteen feet. He stopped their in mid air as Amaya hung upside down, looking back at her pursuer.

“YOU GET DOWN HERE NOW!”

“No, I’m alright up here actually, but thanks for asking.” Amaya called down.

“You are in so much trouble, you don’t even leave a note about where you’re going and next time I ask ‘where’s Amaya’ I get 'she’s not even anywhere within the worlds’,” The woman was imitating some old man at that point. “and no one has any IDEA where the ONLY UNDERSEER IN OVERSEER’S KNOW HOW LONG IS?”

“I don’t think you understand what 'nomadic work’ means.” Amaya was calm, and if you didn’t know any better, was being just a bit sassy in tone.

“And now I find out there are other universes? I JUST GOT USED TO OTHER WORLDS AND NOW YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME? AND DON’T GIVE ME YOUR SASS-”

“I’m not using any sass.”

“I HAD TO GO BEYOND NORMAL GATEKEEPER CAPABILITIES TO GET HERE AND CARMI IS WORN OUT-”

Amaya knew at this point, she wasn’t listening, and cast Silence on her while she got down. By 'got down’ was by plainly jumping off from her height and landing on her feet. Realizing she wasn’t making any sound, the woman glared at Amaya with a closed mouth until she dispelled the effect.

“That was rude.”

“Yelling was unnecessary.”

“You could have told me-"

“I didn’t know until we got here. Besides the rule is if you don’t hear from me in a week, something bad happened, that was the agreement.” Amaya stated firmly.

“Fine, I mean, if you just wanted to hang out with some other guy friends and-”

She better not.

“-not get your-”

She BETTER NOT.

“boyfriend jeal-”

At that second, the woman was sent upwards into the sky with such a forceful Vault spell, it was almost instantaneous. Adion just watched as a bright blue, triple tailed fox-like rabbit creature came from behind Amaya’s shoe. Amaya sighed loudly, and looked at the fluffy blue thing.

“Hi Carmi, how are you?”

“Fine, thank you.” The blue being answered in a voice that didn’t seem to match him. “Your party seems wildly confused behind you.”

Amaya almost forgot they were there and almost wished they weren’t. She took in a deep breath and addressed everyone calmly, by clearing her voice.

“I’m sorry for that on levels I can’t express right now in words.” Amaya started. “This–that, is Yanu, my private mentor and legal… not parent. This is her Guardian, Carmi, a Carbuncle Essence Beast-”

“Greetings.”

“I would also like to apologize for her disturbing the morning, and for any odd, outlandish and rude remarks she is no doubt going to mention in the future.”

Right, Yanu probably hit the peak of her height and was falling to the ground by now. Without looking, Amaya waved her hand in clockwise motion towards Yanu, who’s descent was immediately slowed with a float spell. Yanu glared at Amaya all the way down as she floated just past her head. Amaya returned the gaze with her 'This is the opposite of impressed’ look.

Okay, this was different. People didn't usually dress like that around here (that Eli was aware of) so suspicion that this was someone Amaya knew?

Well, if the question about the hair hadn't confirmed it, Amaya's rapid escape via portal or whatever it was did for sure. It took him several moments to realize the others had crowded up behind him in the doorway, and they were all staring at the exchange.

"Who the hell's that?"

Soren sounded as confused as they all probably felt, but Eli, Kai, and Ronan answered simultaneously.

"Teacher."

Hey, they were all apprenticed to Ray, they knew this stuff when they saw it. Eli especially, although he really wanted to crack up when the other woman was sent flying into the air. If he ever tried anything like that with his aunt, he probably wouldn't live to see morning. Oh sure, she'd apologize to his mom, but.