#Mei fluff

[luciosdisk]

Multi x reader!!

contains: Symmetra, Lucio, Juno, Mei

A/N: Sitting on a balcony pondering about what could’ve been making it what it is🥹 I enjoy this support for my works so so so much! Writing has always been something I loved doing, knowing that I can make other people happy with my Interests makes me happy!

Warnings!: Smart!Reader for Satya. Waffle enjoyer for Juno😭😭. (1) corny joke for Mei. Angst for Mei???

Symmetraᰔᩚ

💎In the beginning of the relationship between you two: it was awkard…Very awkward.

💎Satya has shared an apartment before with…someone… *cough* Niran…

💎Symmetra found interest in you due to your knowledge on certain topics; design wise of course. Satya being a recruit architect allows her to have a sense of fashion!

💎More so into the relationship is when you notice little things she does. Satya likes to be prepared for certain things; no matter what it is, She will tell you!

💎Satya always makes sure you know something before it is done.

“I will be heading out; do you need anything?” Satya questions walking towards the door

“No uh…I’m fine thanks for asking.” You responded in sequence.

💎She likes to check if you’ve made different changes to yourself or other things; change of placement of items, hair swooped to the other side, or even a change of how you speak.

💎”I’ve noticed something different about you in recent times…is it possible you began to wear more sparkling colors?” Satya inquires looking at you-not really making eye contact.

“Oh! I guess so.” You stated in surprise for you haven’t noticed until now.

💎Satya is not the one for PDA infact she doesn’t really like being touched. The feeling of touch kind of messes with her senses a tad bit. She very rarely makes a move on you.

Lúcioᰔᩚ

🐸He tried asking you out…he really did: but the words wouldn’t come out his mouth! Lúcio was a stuttering mess, all he could do is hope you understood!

🐸In the beginning of the relationship he’d ask a lot of questions(music related of course) Favorite genre? Favorite artist? Favorite band?

🐸Lúcio was attached to your hip! Literally…like for real. During his free time he loves to take you places especially where he grew up, Brazil, showing you the art he grew up with.

🐸He will sometimes say things in Portuguese and the be like “Ah I’m sorry!” And immediately translate what ever said to English (of course depending on what he said…it varies)

🐸Lúcio loves showing you off and your talents! Even if they aren’t reasonable. D.va probably knows a lot more than she tells you. How can Lúcio keep his mouth shut when he knows he has one of the most greatest people in the world has his significant other???

🐸You and him definitely match outfits to events! Whether it be Christmas or just a pool party you and him are always matching.

🐸He has a pixie mind sometimes where his mind moves faster than his body and other times it’s vice versa. Lúcio understands it might be hard for you to in-just to his way of life. Do not fret! The longer he is with you his mind and body pace together in harmony.

🐸He enjoys PDA! Lúcio loves the fact that he can make other people know your his just by holding his hand! Although if you make the move first he will get all mushy.

Junoᰔᩚ

💫 Juno has never been in a relationship until now, being the first human born on mars after all, she has never had any romantic experiences.

💫Juno is one of the most shyest people ever!

💫Juno loves to be next to you; it helps with her nerves during stressful situations. Juno knowing she is next to someone she loves makes her feel safe.

💫She will mindlessly agree with you on certain things.

“Waffles are better than pancakes!” You exclaimed with a serious attitude.

“Y-yes! Waffles are nice!” Juno speaks almost immediately after your exclaim.

💫PDA has her so embarrassed!! Juno doesn’t mind holding hands with you or hugging you it’s just the simple act that has her mind running in circles!

💫Juno loves when you compliment her on certain things: even if it’s small. The Compliments makes her hearts do jump ropes!<3

💫Juno will cry if you ask her about Martian things. Her knowing you’re interested in her life when she was on mars also makes her happy.

💫Sometimes even if it isn’t a yes or no question She’ll just nod (she wasn’t paying attention to your words, only your beauty.) And then apologize frantically.

Meiᰔᩚ

❄️Oh how she cares so much for you should be studied!

❄️She loves caring for you kind of like a mom in a way: making sure you have food on your plate, you have nice clothes, and your happy.

❄️Snowball enjoys your company as well! Making pleasant beeps when they see you. Snowball sees you as a parent to it…like you and Mei are it’s parents(no matter your gender)

❄️If you like science Mei will love to do experiments with you! Rather A-mei-zing (pun intended)

❄️Mei has a bad habit of apologizing when anything goes wrong…anything. Mei apologizes even if it’s not her fault! If you confront her about she will also apologize.

❄️Once you get it through to her she’ll stop apologizing as much(she stands still and avoids eye contact) During the conversation she will and does cry! Mei is so use to apologizing it feels disrespectful if she doesn’t.

❄️Mei enjoys PDA she finds hand holding to be her favorite. She doesn’t like kissing or making out in public she finds it just plain gross.

❄️”Me and Snowball decided to make dinner for you…you seemed upset today, I’m sorry..” Mei spoke in a soft tone being filled by condescending nods from snowball

“Thank you Mei! Don’t be sorry-it’s not your fault I’m upset.” You replied trying to get your point through. It isn’t her fault

[edmeom]

jjk memes pt.5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20

[h1tokas]

akaashi keiji’s top love language is definitely words of affirmation. spending years helping bokuto out of slumps has made him incredibly reliable in the comfort department; and you’re no stranger to keiji’s reassuring words.

he likes to remind you every single day that he loves you — his words honeyed and gentle — and his tone forever genuine. as your deadlines fast approaching, he’s encouraging you the entire way, showering you with words of “congratulations” and “i knew you could do it” until you melt into a puddle.

keiji is organized, authentic and reliable. and it’s no surprise to you that acts of service is his follow up love language. it blends together with the first one. it starts off small — paying for things, grabbing items for you, covering the corner of the table when you round the room, and sharing an umbrella to name a few.

when you first move in together, he’s diligent in making sure he picks up the slack on days where you’re feeling off; and even on your most tip top days, he insists that he can still take care of things for you because he wants to.

he wants to be there for you in sickness and in health, after all.

[ddejavvu]

What about stepbro!Steve who asks to share you with his friend Eddie just to show him what a good girl you are and how amazingly he treats you. Maybe even how only he can make you feel good

this post is 18+ (and dark), minors dni. Don't like, don't read. Block 'dark mei' for no more dark content.

Steve does an excellent job of holding your attention, but the fifth time that Munson groans to your left where he's tugging at his cock makes you glance over. He's hunched and his hands are shaking slightly, the head of his cock an angry red as he brings himself to the tipping point and refrains from cumming only because Steve hasn't yet. You assume it's some infernal game, a test of masculinity to see who can hold out the longest, but Eddie's face is bright red and his grip on his cock looks painful.

"You wanna show the Munson freak what he's missing?" Steve scoffs, pressing a large hand onto your cheek to turn your head towards Eddie. He pries at your swollen lips with a rough thumb, gaping your mouth open for Eddie to see.

"Wanna stuff it in there, Munson? Or here?" Steve's hands flit to your tits, one leaving your hip where he'd been holding you steady while pounding into you. He presses your tits together, "Wanna shove your dick in there and see if you can hit her chin? Or here?" Steve grabs your hips again, lifting them at an angle that drives his cock oh-so-deep into your sloppy cunt, eliciting a cry from you. It gives Eddie a clear view of your cunt sucking Steve's cock in, swallowing it whole and spitting it back out again slick with arousal. Eddie's hips begin to stutter as he loses his willpower, and Steve's face curls into a dark sneer as he turns back to you.

"Pathetic. Wants his dick in you so bad just seeing it makes him cum in his pants. You want him, baby?"

When you don't answer, stuck between hesitance and mind-blowing pleasure, Steve's thick brows raise, "Hm? You want him? Wanna let the freak fuck you?"

No is rude, yes is unfaithful.

"Wh-what?" You try, but Steve's eyes darken with wicked delight.

"You do want him to fuck you, don't you? You gonna take pity on him, honey? Gonna let him get his dick wet? You're such a saint."

"It's your lucky day, Munson," Steve snaps, hands cupping the underside of your ass as his hips snap into you, "You get my sloppy seconds. But don't think for even a second that you'll get her to cream like I do."

[saintsole]

"FUCK them kids" "fuck them KIDS"

[luxthestrange]

LMK Incorrect quotes#117 Delete it-

Mei: Who would you swipe right for? Azure or Kui Mulang?

Y/n: I would delete the app-

Ao Lie*Grabs the phone and...crushes it in his palm, then gives it back to Mei*...J-just making sure~B-By the way Mx. Yn would you be free this afternoon for some noodles?

Mei*Watching you agree and connect the dot*...omg my great times a thousand grandpa is flirting with my mentor-

[yoursweetwife]

How do they celebrate your birthday

Ruan Mei

In fact, Ruan Mei is not interested in holidays, at least you were able to convince her to celebrate New Year and even Valentine's Day, and you would not be offended if she did not remember your birthday, since the scientist had many more important things to do, but perhaps you didn’t know, Ruan Mei writes down all the important dates on pieces of paper, which then hang on her workplace (usually important meetings and your dates, since she tends to get lost in research).

And as soon as Ruan Mei sees that your birthday is approaching, she will set aside two days (one to prepare and the other to spend the day with you) in which she will try to forget about work. It was difficult the first time, but the longer you are together, the easier it is for her to put aside her work and put you first, which would have seemed impossible a few years ago.

Ruan Mei often listens to you, although from the outside it may seem that she is ignoring you, and she is very observant, so if your eyes suddenly stop at something, she will write it down and add it to the list of potential gifts.

She also loves to give handmade gifts, such as embroidery and a new plant. And what would we do without homemade cake? Ruan Mei will never buy cake from stores, she will find the best ingredients and put all her strength and care into a sweet miracle.

The first time she decided to surprise you was in the morning. And the sight of Ruan Mei with a damn festive pipe could really scare an unprepared person.

But you'd be lying if you said your heart didn't melt every time you woke up with May sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a piece of cake with a small candle.

You wake up from quiet rustling next to you, and the first thought that comes to mind is that your lover is getting ready for work, which is why you whine pitifully and try to reach her hand without opening your eyes.A soft laugh touches your ears and the space next to you drops a little.

Ruan Mei's hand gently touches your face, tucking unruly strands behind your ear. How she wished at that moment she had her phone with her to take a picture of this amazing sight..

"Wake up, honey."

You reluctantly open your eyes and blink a few times to regain your vision. Your eyes widen as she brings the cake almost to your face.

"What is this?"

You slowly get up from your lying position so as not to hit Ruan Mei.

"Isn't it obvious? Today is your birthday."

Ruan Mei smiles as he sees your shock turn to realization. She passes the fragrant piece into your hands and gets out of bed. You see a mug of freshly brewed tea on the nightstand.

"Take your time, enjoy every bite. We have the whole day ahead of us."

Veritas Ratio

Ratio has long considered any holidays a waste of time, especially birthdays. It seems to me that his parents practically did not celebrate their son’s birthday, calling it a meaningless and ridiculous event, and this attitude was passed on to Ratio. Either way, you caught him off guard when you came to his office to wish him a happy birthday. You were friends back then, and the pure joy on your face when you gave him a gift made something click in his head.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, he would not have been able to cope with his conscience if he had not returned the favor.

As much as Veritas did not want to admit it, over time he began to enjoy this holiday. Especially when it's your holiday. Ratio feels real pride when he sees how you rejoice at everything he has prepared for you, and this is not a little.

Veritas starts planning about two weeks before the birthday. He'll take a day off for the two of you, and even if you say it's not necessary, Ratio will just kiss you and tell you to enjoy the holiday. He's the type who wants everything to be perfect and has a list of places you can visit. Of course, he acts based on your preferences. However, if you want to spend the day at home, then you don’t need to hide it, just say or hint, and Ratio will immediately understand.

Only Ratio knows nothing about gifts. A classic gift would include an encyclopedia, a frying pan and flowers and things like that, but it's very good at serving you. For the whole day, Veritas is ready to fulfill all your wishes, do you want to go shopping? or go see that terrible movie you were talking about? Please, today he will not refuse, but the complaints will not stop, although there will be a little less of them.

Ratio doesn't like store-bought cakes, so he usually makes private orders. His attempts to make the cake himself do not end well. He is not at all friendly with baking, so he always baked only with you, and Veritas sincerely does not understand why your sponge cake is so soft and fluffy, while it is more reminiscent of a cast iron alloy.

And most importantly, this is one of the few days when he doesn’t get up at five o’clock in the morning to play sports and prepare for the new day. Instead, he just lays next to you, lovingly watching you press against his body.

You wake up to Veritas' hand playing with your tangled hair while his other hand is used as a pillow. Your cheek rests on his hard chest, covered by his pajamas, and you bury your nose deeper into his shirt, inhaling his scent.

Veritas’s hand flows from your hair first to the bare skin of your shoulder, after which it draws a path to your palm, which sends a shiver through your body. And in that moment, you were grateful that your nightie didn’t have sleeves.

Neither of you said a word, wanting to enjoy a moment of peace where no one would disturb you, especially your annoying colleagues (he made sure to turn off yours phones).

There were no smart thoughts or reflections in his head, and Ratio liked it, you made him understand that there are other joys in life, and he will definitely show his gratitude.

Ratio kissed the top of your head, inhaling the pleasant aroma of shampoo. You let out a hum of satisfaction and met Veritas' gaze. He watched as you, still sleepy, fought the urge to fall asleep again, but despite this, your lips parted to quietly greet the man.

"Good morning, Veri."

Your lover smiles at the nickname and squeezes your hand tighter.

"Good morning, my dear."

Aventurine

Aventurine hates celebrating his birthday, although he has begun to enjoy it with you, but he is looking forward to the day of your coming into this world with great impatience. In fact, he doesn’t even need notes and reminders, Aventurine never forgets things that are important to him, and the birthday of his beloved angel is not just an “ordinary day” as you try to convince a man when he starts to fuss. You can see him so excited only in very rare cases; Aventurine has to restrain himself so as not to shower you with love and gifts ahead of time.

The blonde, despite his bright and pretentious appearance, is not a big fan of parties, he will prefer to celebrate this day in your company and will be glad if you want this too.

Aventurine doesn't like to waste money on small things, he has enough money to, as he likes to say, buy an entire planet, so spending a couple of million won't affect his wallet. Fortunately, you managed to convince him not to spend money on unnecessary things, to put it mildly. He offered to buy you a chocolate fountain with the most serious face possible, and if Aventurine hadn't been so cute, he would have received more than a light blow to the back of the head. Although he will still try to convince you to go shopping to show you the place with the most beautiful outfits and even underwear.

But he always tries to create a gift with his own hands. Aventurine took knitting lessons because you told him how your friend's girlfriend knitted a scarf for him. He suffered for several weeks, but still knitted some semblance of a scarf (he usually knitted at work, and his employees constantly heard the roar and swearing outside the door). But he was so happy when you started wearing it!

One day he decided to create a statue of you for your birthday with his own hands, and, of course, Ratio was to be his teacher. Ratio had to avoid the impudent player for several weeks, who came to his classes and distracted him with his antics. In the end, they settled on a medium-sized statue, because Aventurine would not have been able to make a large one in a short time (and he also did not want to spend all the clay on a three-meter statue).

Aventurine is frankly bad in cooking, especially in baking. You have to watch his every move, because otherwise there will be nothing left of the kitchen. Therefore, Aventurine usually orders a cake from the best candy chefs in the galaxy, sometimes he chooses something unusual, but first of all, Aventurine chooses what you like.

But this does not mean that Aventurine will not surprise you with breakfast in bed. He'll get up as early as possible, careful not to wake you up or step on any cat creatures, and head to the kitchen. Aventurine loves it when you make breakfast together, but he is also a romantic.

You reluctantly open your eyes, squinting because of the bright rays of sunlight penetrating through the curtains. You wanted to raise your hand, a smile appeared on your face when you saw two cat-like creatures pressed against you, one of them laying on your hand, and it was a hopeless situation.

This cute picture quickly faded into the background when something fell in the kitchen with a terrible crash, making you and the two cats jump in surprise. Only now did you realize that your lover was not in bed.

Afraid that he would hurt himself, you gently threw the cats off your body and ran to the kitchen to find out what was going on.

A very funny picture appeared before your eyes: several pots were lying on the floor, broken eggs and puddles of milk decorated the tabletop and pajamas of Aventurine, who was standing near the stove with a cat in his hands. He laughed awkwardly and tried to cover up the horror that was happening on the table.

“Darling, why did you wake up so early?”

His failed attempt to distract you was met with silence and an incredulous look. After a minute, you pulled yourself together and ran towards him.

"Kakawasha, for the sake of the Eons, what happened here?"

Your hands gently touched his cheek, covered with some kind of dirt. The cat in his arms meowed contentedly and pressed himself against Aventurine, who simply shrugged.

“The blackie one wanted to play, and I couldn’t refuse him.”

You shook your head and gently hit Aventurine's forehead, making him wince in slight pain.

"You're such a troublesome guy."

“Hehe happy birthday, love.”

[gingerteawrites]

BY THE HEARTH: SHATTER

A/N: For some reason this chapter felt SO DIFFICULT to write, whew. But here we finally are. Thank you all so much for your comments on the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one as well! Previous part here.

Content: Royalty!AU, Nanami x female reader, king Nanami, Princess Y/N, Widower Nanami, Toddler Yuuji, hurt, angst. Not beta read

Word count: ~5.3K words

Banner by: @cafekitsune

ACT X

The past couple of weeks since the king had returned had been… Well… interesting. The whole castle was on edge. The usual excited chatter between maids as they completed their duties had been reduced to rushed whispers. Guards on duty did not even dare to exchange pleasantries.

The king was mad.

No one had ever seen him in such a state of disarray. His hair was still pristinely styled and his steps measured to perfection. But the energy had noticeably shifted. He had no polite smile to spare to anyone, and even less pleasantries for the aristocrats he had the duty of meeting with. His mask of passivity was replaced by one of annoyance. An ever-present twitch in his brow.

While none of the servants had ever been subject to the king’s ire, they certainly did not want to test the waters. Every task was carried out neatly. Ever order was followed to perfection.

You were very much aware of this shift in mood, but carried on with a seemingly astounding lack of consideration. Thank heavens the prince had fully recovered, and your casual time together had thus resumed. Reading until sunset, archery classes that you had grown to excel at. A way to get rid of pent up emotions. And even gardening time in the warm summer days.

Except you no longer attended the regular dinners, sending the child away before privately dining in your personal quarters. You put on your own mask of indifference every time you caught a glimpse of the king, and it was quite literally eating him up from the inside.

Nanami’s thoughts were a spiraling, tumultuous mess. The monopoly you had taken over his thoughts. And your simple refusal to acknowledge him drove him to quiet insanity. No, that would not be entirely accurate. You still bowed to greet him every time you happened to be in a shared space. But the smile was gone from your face, tucked away from his sight. The gleeful tune of your laugh was no longer heard. You general candor now kept under wraps. And all of that was tantamount to not having you at all. And the king missed you. So very badly.

The king knew that what had transpired during your last conversation was the direct origin of his current predicament. But the stubborn part of his heart was unrelenting. I did not do anything wrong. I needed to establish that boundary. I’m doing it for Yuuji.

So he went on, trying to focus on the crisis his nation was faced with instead, fighting an upward battle to rid his thoughts of you. A battle he lost time and time again.

In the depths of the night, when he had no energy left to push away his longing, the king found himself wandering to the royal kitchens. Not at all hungry for bread, but hoping. Hoping he would find a certain someone in the cool of the room. Maybe sitting at the table, basking in the candle light. Night dress clinging onto your body delicately, eyes shining with questions and stories.

He rubbed a hand over his face. The room was empty, cold. Like every night since his return.

You did the right thing, Kento. You did it for Yuuji.

The mantra was starting to sound old, even to his own ears.

You were crouched by the flowers, watching Yuuji gently trace the petals of a blooming peony. The small garden that you considered yours had been in full bloom for the past couple of weeks. Having entirely missed the festivities of the flower festival because of his illness, Yuuji jumped excitedly when you suggested making him a flower crown. So you watched with an earnest smile as he walked around with a serious air, examining every blossom he wanted on his crown. So far, he had picked a sunflower, dahlias, marigolds. As well as bright orange lilies, germanium and roses.

This is certainly going to be quite the assortment. You chuckled to yourself, watching him head for yarrow bush. From the corner of your eye you noticed the king, walking through the nearby corridor. You felt the holes his eyes practically burned at the back of your neck, but did not turn around. Upon noticing his father’s fleeting presence, Yuuji waved excitedly. Nanami waved back and walked away without a word.

The boy then brought you the last of his picks, and you carried the rainbow of colors to the small tea table, keen on showing the young prince how to make his own crown. So he could make one for the whoever he deemed deserving of the gesture. Sometimes you wondered about who Yuuji kept as friends. He seldom had other children to play with, a staunch contrast to your upbringing in a big family. But you kept the thoughts to yourself, focusing on being there for him as much as you could.

“So, you turn the stem this way, so that it wraps around the other flow-” you were in the middle of demonstrating when you were interrupted by small hands covering yours.

“Mama,” he had taken to calling you that. And you simply did not have it in your heart to deny the child. In fact, the words delighted you. A testament to at least one secure attachment you had forged in this place.

“Yes, Yuuji? Is everything alright?” You looked at him curiously. Was he perhaps hungry? It was almost time for lunch.

“Are you and papa fighting?” Your brows furrowed. You had tried not to make it obvious to the child. He did not deserve to get caught up in between you two. But he was so smart, so perceptive. While not always keen on other cues, Yuuji was able to read people’s emotions with almost frightening accuracy.

You let go of the flower crown, watching it unravel slowly away from your guiding hands, and held the boy’s hand firmly. You leaned in, offering the most reassuring smile you could muster. “Don’t you worry about a thing, dear,” you shook his hand gently, earning you a light giggle from the boy. “Sometimes… grown ups need to have tough conversations. But that has nothing to do with you.”

“So you’ll still be my mama?” you felt your heart squeeze at the sentence, resting your hand on his cheek. “Of course, Yuuji. As long as I can!” he nuzzled into your touch.

“Awesome!” He beamed, attention returning to the flowers. “Because I love you and papa veeeeeeery much,” the smile was back on his lips but yours faltered a bit.

As long as you were allowed to be. You were the queen, but the title felt more and more like a farce. If the king did not acknowledge you as such, you did not know what you were allowed to keep. How much longer you could hold onto this connection. After all, he had said it himself. Yuuji was his son.

Haibara walked through the palace halls, sword heavy on his hip. After officially returning with the king from their trip down South, he had been assigned various tasks in the capital including gathering intel and placing informants in important places. He had not worked this hard since the trials of squirehood, and he was frankly exhausted. Fighting campaigns were predictable, and sometimes even fun. He found excitement in the madness. Away from the prying eyes of the aristocracy.

But elucidating what seemed to constitute high treason brought not an ounce of reprieve. Still, he was one of the few the king trusted enough to grant the task.

Unfortunately, with the king’s worsening temperament, he almost wished he was not entering his study to deliver a report. Nanami looked up through the glasses perched across his nose, acknowledging Haibara with a hum that sounded more like a grunt, before returning his attention to the documents before him. The knight bowed, greeting the king, but then looked up with a frown. He crossed his arms over this chest, the metal of his armor clanking at the action.

“Okay, so what on God’s green earth is going on?” The knight questioned, and the king fully looked up, tension evident in his strong brow.

“What do you mean by that? We are investigating possible treason and I am expecting information from you regarding your progress.”

Questioning the prisoners had unfortunately yielded little fruit. The person inciting the conflict had clearly been careful to never appear in person to those doing the fighting. There was no way to trace back directly to them. The description of the one who relayed this mastermind’s orders was limited to a “tall man with dark hair.”

But the financial records of the Southern city had at least highlighted three main families as possible suspects:

The Gojos, in view of their significant investments in the South and their history of power hunger (but why would their heir even offer help in that case? As a distraction?). The Zenins, with their solidly established duchy. They were known for their unscrupulous manners and had been under previous investigation for hiring militia. The thought of talking to Duke Naoya irritated the king to no end. That man was a stain on manhood. And finally, the Kamos. Though their Marquess was by no measure a honest man, Yuuji was still his grandson of sorts. Such a flagrant attack on the crown seemed maybe too ambitious, even for him. The king was at a loss about the situation.

But that was not the head knight’s current focus.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” the knight approached, shaking his head lightly. “Listen, Kento, I’m not sure exactly what is bothering you so deeply. But you have to figure that out before you can efficiently tackle anything else.” Haibara’s words were decisive, his gaze sharp as he looked at his king. But most importantly his friend. Who looked like his mind was actively imploding.

Nanami let out a breath. He truly hated how Haibara was able to see through him. To be fair, he had not been doing a grand job at hiding what bothered him anyway. In the grand scheme of things, his feelings should have been entirely unimportant. They had always been. The last thing to be considered when decisions were to be made.

But that did not stop the issue from infiltrating every corner of his being and souring his thoughts. The knight took slow steps until he sat in the chair facing the king, sighing at the sight in front of him.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” He asked, and Nanami’s eyes shot up to meet his friend’s, who took that as confirmation with a shake of his head. “Okay, so what did you do?”

“I?” Nanami sounded offended. Here it was, that stubbornness again. That pride.

“Yes, Kento, you. What happened?”

What sorcery did you possess to get everybody on your side. Though he was certain you had not said anything, everybody rallied to your defense. Yuuji had sulked for a whole week when Nanami had told him you were not to stay at his bedside anymore. And even the ever-charming Alma gave him disapproving looks.

Nanami sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. In defeat, he gave an overview of what had transpired between the two of you on the day he returned. He watched Haibara give himself the biggest facepalm, cursing under his breath at the words that left the king’s mouth.

“Now that was pretty fucking stupid of you,” Haibara said pointedly, and Nanami’s lips parted, about to protest when he continued. “And before you give any bullshit excuse, listen to yourself, Kento. Yuuji is your son, that is not up for question. But your insecurities about that are yours to deal with. You can’t just push her away because you feel inadequate and expect everything to be rosy. Do you not have one clue about how to treat women?” the knight rubbed at his temples, closing his eyes.

Nanami looked back at him, lips drawn into a thin line. He hated how he felt at the moment. How he knew that the man in front of him was right. His own pride had stopped him from acknowledging his faults because it felt easier. Somehow it felt easier to put himself through all this turmoil than face his fears of the unknown. Of the unfamiliar feelings that insistently crept and blossomed in his chest. Consuming his whole being and unfurling in a messy tango.

Nanami could not ask anything from you. Especially not the kind of love you freely gave to Yuuji. Wait, why was he even considering love? What did he know about love?

He knew devotion, he knew duty, but what had love taught him outside of his son? Hurt and pain. And absolute chaos. Chaos that he had spent his whole life fighting. Carefully ironing out every wrinkle in his being. Compartmentalizing every emotion into carefully crafted boxes.

But he knew Haibara was right. He had known for a while that things could not go on like this. Finding some sort of peace with you would be the only way to bring him any sort of respite. Even if you decided to not show him the openness you had before. Even if he had burned that bridge to the ground.

“I understand, Haibara,” Nanami sighed, taking off his glasses and resting them against the table. “I will fix it.”

Garden parties could often be a tedious affair. But after weeks of unanswered invitations, it was high time you made another appearance in high society. Even if just to appease the aristocracy. But as your carriage pulled into the royal gardens where the event was to be held, you were astounded by the grandiosity of it all. Everything you encountered in this kingdom truly reminded you of how small your home had been.

You stepped off the carriage, aided by a footman and walked leisurely as you were guided inside. Alma had insisted on you dressing as regal as possible for the occasion.

“High born ladies use these events to showcase their statute. You should wear something befitting their queen,” her tone was kind as she called for the other servants.

Your white dress's corset hugged your figure perfectly, its delicate lace collar resting across your shoulders. Golden lace gloves peeked from beneath the large sleeves, while the dress's white skirts cascaded down in layers, revealing glimpses of your golden petticoat beneath. The ensemble was finished with matching gold jewelry that, though somewhat heavy, you endured.

You reached the large greenhouse that stood tall at the center of the gardens, and braced yourself as you entered. As soon as they caught glimpse of you, the entire room halted. All the ladies and few gentlemen present bowed deeply in greeting, and you smiled to ease the atmosphere. They returned to their chatter, and you took a look around the room. Light food circulated in platters held by pristinely-dressed servants, and glasses of bubbling alcohol flowed as freely as the tea.

Soon enough, you were approached by Mei Mei, host of the whole ordeal. You bowed to each other in greeting, and she wrapped and arm around yours, behaving in a manner that suggested greater closeness between the two of you that was true. Still you let her, walking alongside to the main table.

“You look regal as always, your majesty,” she complimented, but you could tell the words were mere small talk. If anything, she was appraising the value of your golden embellishments.

“Thank you, though it is quite the challenge to look as opulent as you, Mei,” amusement cracked on her face at your reply, and she directed you to a seat next to hers at the table closest to the water fountain.

In your experience, garden parties were naught but gossip mills. As you sat down, you set your intentions. Spending as little time there as was socially acceptable, and keep your mouth shut. 5 months in this kingdom and all asking questions had ultimately amounted to was reproach. You had had enough. But that did not stop you from listening, the ladies around you certainly did not mince their words. You heard of a countess’ affair, of a marquess going broke and of new silks coming from the east. The stream of information flowed endlessly, to the point that you slowly checked out mentally. Tired, you looked around.

You saw Shoko and Utahime from the corner of your eye conversing over some pastries. They offered you warm smiles, which you returned. Clearly Mei Mei did not consider them of enough value to her to have them sat at the main table. Your returned your attention on the hostess, her white hair tumbling endlessly over her shoulders. But something was odd. The usually composed woman seemed rather on edge. And after prompting from the other ladies, she cracked.

“Those Zenins…” she scoffed. “Can you imagine the duke tried to pressure me into inviting him? Without offering a price at that, how dare he?” You remembered the rather haughty duke from the night of your first ball a few months back. He did not seem like the type to want to entertain such an event. So why was he interested?

“My queen, you have been so quiet,” your thoughts were interrupted by the lady to your left. “Are quite alright?”

“Oh, no need to worry.” you forced a chuckle and shook your head. “I am just a bit tired, that is all” The lady drew closer, attempting to speak in a hushed tone, but still loud enough to be heard by those around. “Is the king perhaps the reason for this fatigue?”

The words flustered you, and the rest of the ladies around erupted in a fit of giggles. The last time you had entertained any such thoughts were on your wedding night. And they were promptly shut down. If only they knew what was going on. The commenter excused herself for a bit, and the other ladies were still chuckling and chiding each other when someone approached the table.

“Well, can I join in on the fun, ladies?” Everyone’s head snapped to the intruder, the group seeming to immediately melt into a puddle. Your eyes too, found the mystery man.

“Duke Gojo,” they arose as a chorus and he greeted them with a bow.

Moving to kiss Mei on the cheek “Cousin,” he greeted casually before heading for the only empty seat where the Countess who was sitting beside you had just excused herself from.

“Your majesty,” he kneeled before you, making a show of kissing your hand. His appearance was striking indeed. The snow hair and sky blue eyes were compelling enough. But coupled with his blue Suit and golden buttons, you understood why most of the women’s eyes were on him. You bowed your head as greeting when he finally stood to sit beside you.

“Duke Gojo, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine, my queen,” he picked up a glass of pearly champagne from passing servant. “I have been quite eager to meet you,” he smiled as he took a sip from the flute, eyes never leaving yours.

The insistence of his look was enough to fluster anyone, but you responded with a simple smile. You had grown used to the king’s stares and the authority behind his amber eyes. You feared nothing could ever intimidate you anymore. “I do hope I lived up to your expectations, then,” you entertained the small talk.

“Way beyond them, you truly are a sight for sore eyes. I see why the king is so enamored,” you wanted to laugh in his face. Enamored? Yeah, right. You wouldn’t have believed him for anything. You instead picked up your teacup, taking a long sip from the warm hibiscus tea.

The ladies at your table proceeded to ask the duke a flurry of questions about his absence, how he had been, how he was enjoying the season, if he was going to participate in the upcoming hunt and so on and so forth. The whole thing honestly made you a bit dizzy. But putting down your third cup of tea, you decided it was time to leave. You wanted to spend some time in the library before sunset.

You turned to Mei to announce your departure, and she responded with an open invitation for the next event. Before you could even get up, the duke stood and offered a hand.

“Please allow me to escort you back to your carriage, your majesty,” the words rolled smoothly from his lips, coupled with a dazzling smile. “It would be unbecoming of me to let you walk unaccompanied.”

“Thank you,” You took his hand, letting him guide you out of the greenhouse and into the courtyard’s warm air. His pace was slower than you would have preferred, but you did not rush him, giving occasional smiles and greetings to other people who had now spread out across the yard, smoking, playing games and chatting away.

“So how do you like our kingdom so far, your majesty?” the duke asked, and you looked up at him.

“Very diverting,” you replied curtly.

He laughed, turning towards you. “Very diverting indeed. Though with the king’s recent trip down South, I imagine there might be some troubles.”

Trip down South? Is that where Nanami had gone? You remembered the gossip about instability in the South. Of how it had driven up the price of pearls and imported stones. Is that why Nanami was so on edge? But how did the duke know, if even you had not been made aware.

You are just a help

Right, why would someone like you be privy to that sort of information.

Gojo noticed your silence, and chuckled again. “I apologize if that came off as rude,” he said, his smile turning sheepish.

“No, no, I am not offended,” You shook your head. “I appreciate your concerns but you do not have to worry about my situation,” you were finally a few paces away from the carriage, and the footman opened the door for you.

Gojo stopped, turning to face you before bringing your hand to his lips again. “It was a pleasure to be in your company today, my queen.”

“Mine as well, duke Gojo” you nodded.

“And please, call me Satoru,” the smile he flashed at you was dazzling indeed

You finally boarded the carriage. The coach driver set the vehicle in motion, and you felt it rock gently as it advanced. Standing where you had left him, the duke’s face held a sly smile.

Interesting. Quite interesting indeed.

The sky was painted in strokes of scarlet and amber as the sun dipped below the horizon. You had been in the library, by the large windows for the better half of an hour, but your efforts at reading the book that laid in your lap were in vain. You had told yourself you would stop thinking about it. That you would accept the position that you were so strongly reminded of and stop thinking about the damn man. But the words from the garden party about the king stuck with you.

Nanami had gone down South, most likely to deal with the crisis. But that information was kept private. The secrecy of the matter piqued your interest beyond belief. Was there someone the king was hoping to catch? And would his foul mood be evidence of lack of success in this endeavor? You breathed in deeply. To be truthful these were just distractions. To not dwell on the hurt that knocked you out when you thought of his rejection. Yes, it had felt like a rejection. Even though you had never even expressed your wishes for something more. You bottled up the hope and the hurt and all of your emotions and locked them away. You had to focus on finding fulfillment in this place. In the things you could do, rather than dreaming of the impossible.

You registered the sound of steps headed your direction. Too heavy to be a child’s, too precise to be anyone but one person’s.

“Your majesty,” you bowed your head in greeting even before you had to look up to see him.

Before you stood the king, imposing as always. But decidedly different than he had been before. More tired. And somehow less guarded. He stopped a couple feet away from your chair, not saying anything for a few moments. You finally looked up, waiting for him to make known the reason for his presence. He certainly did not come just to watch you read.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he began, walking to sit on the cream sofa across from you. There he was again, calling you by your name and not your title. But it brought no feeling of warmth for you. Instead, you sat, guarded. Bracing yourself for whatever was coming this time.

“How can I be of service to you today, your majesty?” you spoke monotone, closing the book in your lap. He sighed, clasping his hands tightly. He knew he deserved every ounce of attitude from you. Of coldness. But still, part of him had hoped for a warmer reception. He sighed, prepping himself for what he had prepared to do.

“Two weeks ago,” he spoke slowly, voice grave, “I was returning from an investigation in the Southern port city, that was where I had been,” he figured he would answer the first question you had asked that day.

“I appreciate your sudden… openness. But I have already been informed of that,” his brow raised at your reply.

“How, if I may ask?” He had explicitly instructed Ichiji to keep everything secret and Haibara would not be one to go spread information pertaining to national security.

“Duke Gojo.” You said plainly, and you noticed the way the king’s jaw visibly tensed.

“Duke Gojo, huh?” he repeated the words, contempt heavy in his voice. “I did not know you two had such a friendly rapport,” he was getting distracted. He knew it but he could not contain the feeling that burned through him. Foreign but distinct. Jealousy. That was a man who knew how to treat a woman. He had even showed interest in you. That was more than enough to put the king on edge.

You did not reply to the words, seeing them as provocatory. Instead your silence requested the king to go on. To get to the point of this meeting. Why was he telling you this now? Did he feel bad? That did not matter, because his words now did not change what he had said and done. You waited for a few more moments in the tense silence but eventually sighed, standing up.

“If that is all, I will retire to my quarters now,” you turned away, but he stood faster than you could even register, and his hand closed around your wrist.

"Wait—just... wait." His voice was low, almost pleading, as he drew closer, your breaths mingling in the charged space between you. His hand lingered on your arm, pulling you near enough that your chest nearly brushed his. Your breath hitched, and pulse quickened, breaking through the mask of indifference you clung to like armor. You loathed the way your body reacted to him. The way your mind secretly rejoiced at the proximity. How long had it been since he had touched you in any way?

"What can I do to fix this?" His words wavered, raw and desperate. "Tell me, Y/N. Name your price. Is it a gift you want? Gold, diamonds... land?" His gaze flickered, searching yours for something he couldn’t name. His breath, warm and steady, ghosted across your cheek.

"Or perhaps..." His tone hardened, a bitter edge creeping in as he narrowed his eyes. "A lover? That fellow Satoru—would he suffice?"

Your gasp sliced through the tension. You tore your arm free from his grasp, retreating a step as fury and hurt flashed in your eyes.

"I did not know His Majesty held me in such low regard," you spoke, voice unsteady. Was this what he thought you were after? Some sort of recompense? "Do you think me so shallow, so vain, that I would be appeased by your trinkets? And a lover?" Your voice cracked, not from weakness but indignation. "I want none of it—least of all him."

A beat of silence passed in the room.

“I apologize,” his eyes met the floor. Part of him knew that you sought none of these things he had offered. But that was all the currency he knew. Kaori had been happy to be lavished with riches. Her romantic pursuits after she gave birth to Yuuji had been enough to put even some of the most audacious flirts to shame. That was the language she had spoken to him. But you were not her.

You are not her. So simple yet so hard to unlearn. You can’t just push her away, Haibara’s words sounded in his mind. All he had been doing was keeping you at arm’s length. And that only brought more turmoil to his own heart. He needed to face the facts. He needed to admit the truth. To himself and to you.

“I do not think of you as such,” his eyes returned to yours, brimming with emotion. You could decipher hesitation, maybe fear, but he pushed on. “In fact, I hold you in much higher regard than even I thought possible.” His hands fell to his side, “Y/N I apologize for the way I have acted. You being in Yuuji’s life. You being in my life has been nothing short of a blessing,” he sighed, “And I let myself be blinded by fear and insecurity and acted in a way unbecoming of a king. I sincerely did not mean to hurt or insult you”

Your lips were drawn into a thin line. There it was, an apology. But was this truly permission to go back to doing things the way they were before? Did you even want to go back to the way things were before?

“Kento,” your voice had calmed down. His first name felt unfamiliar on your tongue, but he looked up at you, almost startled. You stepped closer. “You need to tell me what it is you want from me.” your voice was firm. “If there is a line I am not to cross, please draw it right now. So that I will know to stay behind it.”

He took a deep breath in. Here was his chance, to finally get what he thought he had wanted from the beginning. To have you know that this was all a ploy. To let you know where you stood in his home. As a placeholder queen, a placeholder mother. At least that was what he had intended in the beginning. But you broke through that mold he had created in his mind. The people considered you their queen. His son considered you his mother. And him, what did you mean to him?

He took a hold of your hands. Gentle, this time. Almost afraid you would pull away once more. “I do not know where to draw that line anymore,” his deep voice held raw honesty. “I seem to have lost control entirely.” His thumbs caressed the back of your hand and your heart threatened to jump out of your chest. “How about you draw it this time. Please tell me where to stand.”

Push him away and he would never dare to approach again.

Draw him close, and he would risk losing himself entirely in you.

The ball is in the reader's court. What will she do???

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[soubeomies]

꒰୨୧◞ ₊˚ 𝓘𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾

⤷ 𝓟𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ﹕ leehan x fem!reader

⤷ 𝓦𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ﹕reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress, other than that none rlly!

⤷ 𝓖𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ﹕ fluff

⤷ 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝓒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 ﹕880

⤷ 𝓐𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝓝𝗈𝗍𝖾 ﹕ive been so so so obsessed with this song lately and its been stuck in my head, give it a listen guys <3

⤷ 𝓢𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ﹕both you and leehan were first-timers when it came to forming a relationship, but leehan is always gonna try his best for you!

now playing 🎵 shy love — ivoris

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forming a relationship with leehan has got to be one of the cutest things ever. both of you were new to this whole entire.. dating thing. though the both of you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

seeing that valentine’s day was just around the corner, leehan can’t help but feel confused. he has never done anything of the sort. he has never spent time with someone on valentine’s day.. let alone with his girlfriend! 

it all felt so foreign to him, but for you? he’d try it all!

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first step, flowers! every good boyfriend always gets his girlfriend flowers on valentine’s day.. right? he thought to himself. he nervously walks into a flower shop, the gentle and floral scent greeting him upon his entry. he inhales the sweet scent before looking around. confused on what to get, an employee approaches him.

“you look confused, is there anything specific that you’re looking for?” she asks. he turns to look at her, “ah! actually.. i don’t know.. it’s almost valentine’s day and i wanna get my g—girlfriend some flowers..” his voice softens at the last few parts, not used to being able to call one his girlfriend.

the employee could only chuckle gently at his nervousness, “do you know what she likes?” she asks. leehan thought for a while before speaking, “t—tulips i think they’re called?” he blurts. he remembered a conversation between the two of you as you mentioned something about you adoring tulips. his brain couldn’t properly wrap around what you specifically said.

the employee nods whilst she guides him to the section adorned with beautiful tulips. “here are our tulips, feel free to look around and call me when you need any help!”

he inspected the tulips closely, the alluring cup-shaped flower that bloomed in vibrant colors. walking up to one that had caught his attention, he calls out for the employee. “i think i want this one” he says calmly.

not long after, he succeeds in buying you a bouquet of beautiful white and pink tulips.

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next is chocolates! what’s valentine’s day without some nice and sweet chocolates?

he swore he remembered what type of chocolates you liked. approaching the grocery store, he comes to the realization that he in fact did not remember which chocolates you specifically liked.

he arrived at the aisle where the chocolates resided, only to stare at them for a few minutes. he pondered over which ones he thought would be your favorite.

he grabs some heart-shaped milk chocolate mini bites whilst hoping for the best. he approaches the cashier and proceeds to pay for the milk chocolates that he could only assume you liked.

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now that he’s gotten the flowers and chocolates, all he needed to do was to surprise you with them on valentine’s day. luckily for him, he had already made plans with you in order to spend valentine’s day together to have a picnic which was tomorrow.

arriving home, he realizes that he was smiling to himself, imagining how cute your reaction would be to his gifts. but, a part of him still wondered if he had messed up anything.

did he actually hear you right? did you actually have tulips as your favorite flower? did he guess right? did you actually like milk chocolate?

though he quickly shook the thoughts away and assured himself that everything would go perfectly fine.

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the day has come, the day where love is practically in the air. he got up with excitedly, before he continued to put on a simple outfit as well as spritzing the cologne that you had gotten him.

reaching the area you and leehan had planned to meet up at for the picnic, he stands and anxiously waits. he had the flowers and chocolates in hand, occasionally looking at the time on his watch.

not long after, his eyes wandered around as they laid on you. in a beautiful and flowy dress. his cheeks flush a hint of a pinkish hue, his eyes lingering on you. you approach him with a picnic basket in hand. “hi! sorry, did i make you wait?” you ask.

he was silent for a few moments, letting himself take in your beauty. it really hasn’t hit him that you’re his..

he finally realizes you asked a question, “o—oh me?? ahahaha! no i just arrived..” he says nervously. you can only smile at his response. “happy valentine’s day.” he says with nervousness painted all over his face.

“i got you these..” he murmurs as he brings his hands from behind his back, showing you the tulips and milk chocolate he got you.

you gasp, seeing that he successfully got you your favorite flowers and type of chocolate. “seriously!?” you say excitedly, he pauses as he looks at you anxiously.

“i—in a good way?” he asks. “yes in a good way! they’re so beautiful, thank you!” you assure, before he could even process your reaction you had already gone in for a hug.

he can’t help but get all shy, his eyes reluctantly wrapping around your waist gently. 

“i love you.” you say with nothing but adoration in your voice. he melted at your words before gathering the courage to even say it back. “i love you more..”

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[robilover]

what do you think of ruan mei whos gf loves to bake sweet things for her...

Ruan Mei with a fem!reader who loves to bake sweet things for her Headcanons !

pairing(s): ruan mei x fem!reader

cw: purely sfw, baking, mentions of ruan mei’s previous name, men and homophobes dni.

a/n: I just suddenly had the motivation to write this morning so uhm shjakaja

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I think ruan mei would be astonished at first knowing that her girlfriend, which is you, knows how to bake and loves the fact that you don’t mind baking for her!

she’d be a bit confused at first, but when she found out about it, she couldn’t help but ask you if you could bake for her, saying that it’s for “research purposes.”

not to mention, it was her first time asking you to bake just for her. you felt so happy when she requested that!

you knew what her favorite pastries are and luckily, you knew how to bake her favorites! ruan mei doesn’t know about that just yet, so you decided to secretly bake her favorite pastry to surprise your genius and gorgeous girlfriend.

her reaction to you baking her favorite pastry was enough to make you smile! you could even see that her stoic demeanor was replaced by genuine happiness and astonishment.

knowing this, she didn’t have to wait in lines for hours anymore <3

and because you made her favorite, she wouldn’t mind giving you a reward for good behavior~

“a-ruan?” you called out to her as you saw her observing on her newest creation in her laboratory.

“hm? oh, y/n,” ruan mei answers as she turned her head to see you. she eyed you up and down, seeing that you were wearing her clothes; her teal hoodie and some shorts to keep you comfortable. she felt the corners of her lips twitch into a smile but she held it back, her head turning to face her creation.

you didn’t miss the way she held back a smile though. it just made you giddy.

“is that the pastry I asked you to make me?” she inquired, hearing the way your footsteps echoed in the laboratory and how a tray can be heard that was placed on an empty table.

“yes, and I hope you’d like it.” you smiled before taking one of the pastries you baked in your hand and went your way beside ruan mei. she glanced at you and saw the pastry in your hand, her eyes widening just a bit.

‘could it be..?’ she thought in her head before gently taking the pastry from your hand. you waited excitedly to see her reaction when she takes a bite on the sweet pastry you made for her.

once ruan mei took a bite, you could’ve sworn you saw her eyes twinkling as she started chewing on the pastry. you smiled widely and asked.

“so, how is it? is it to your liking? is it just how it tastes at the bakery you wait in line for?” you excitedly bombarded her with questions, to which her attention was finally and solely on you.

“dearest,” she started, a gentle smile formed on her lips. “it tastes just the same as the bakery I wait in line for. however,” she chuckled softly before leaning close to your ear. “it tastes even better.” she whispered before leaning back to take another bite. that whisper of hers made you turn red in the face.

“r-really? you think so?” you’d ask. “there’s more at the table, if you’d want more!” you continued, your eyes sparkling at her.

“maybe later,” ruan mei said as she gently cupped your cheek, feeling you lean into her touch.

“I think you deserve a reward for.. good behavior, don’t you think so, my dear?”

[lotusarchon]

disco sings our tune (mk x reader)

content warnings: male reader, second pov (you/your), fluff drabble with some angst sprinkled, s5 spoilers (for anyone who still somehow hasn't seen it)

author's notes: okay this one was really sweet when i started writing it ☹️ i love mk dawg he's so aaaah

You're MK’s perfect match.

No, it wasn't because you liked Monkey King (he's such a big meanie to you), and it wasn't because you liked Pigsy's noodles (too spicy) and it wasn't because you were friends with Mei (you were but she always bullied you for trying to be MK's new bff ☹️), and it also wasn't because you pissed of Red Son by simply existing.

Nah, you were his match because you always matched his wild energy. Opposites usually attracted each other, but it seemed like similarities also drew each other in as well. And MK would have to be an ass like Macaque if he ever said he didn't enjoy your company.

And he appreciated you, he truly did. 

Even at his lowest point, even after everything he's done, your very presence filled him with joy.

“MK?” You gently pinched his cheek, bringing him back to reality. There you were, sitting next to him on the roof of Pigsy's noodles. You were smiling at him, your thumb rubbing the spot you had pinched with the sweet smile that you always wore.

MK stared at you, and felt tears threatening to spill, even when he'd cried enough in Monkey King's arms. 

If he had actually allowed the cycle to end, would you have been reborn? Would he have ever seen you again? If Xiangliu had never awakened him early, would he have ever met you?

His heart squeezed at the thought. The mere idea that somewhere out there, there was a universe where he would've never existed. That he'd never have met you….

“Don't cry. You're so sweet, MK. Have I ever told you how much I loved you?” One after the other the words tumbled from your lips, and your arms wrapped around him, hugging him close. Your presence, so warm and comforting, reminding him of what he could've lost…. “I love you. I love you to the moon and back! Don't cry, you're way too cool to cry!”

And so sweet..

He couldn't help but laugh, returning your embrace with his own.

“I know,” he said, allowing you to thread your hands through his hair, scattering sweet kisses across his face. “I know, and I love you too, (Name).”

“You better.” You gave him another kiss. From below, Tang was gagging at the sight, but you stuck your tongue out at him. “From now on, just trust me, alright? We're boyfriends! And I need you!! I mean, who else is gonna help me piss off Red Son?”

“There's Mei―”

“She hacked his socials and posted FNAF fanfiction.”

“Oh. Then yeah you do need me.”

“Exactly!”

@lotusarchon , 21.09.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[girlkisser13]

being married to mei mei would include

• mei mei KNOWS she’s a goddess— and she expects to be worshipped accordingly.

• when you kiss along her knuckles as she hands you a glass of wine, fingers tracing down her collarbone and murmur, "how could anyone not adore you?"— it never fails to make her blush every time.

• mei mei makes it clear from day one that she prioritizes money… but you’d be the one person who comes before any paycheck.

• you know how everyone gets that subtle, uneasy tension around mei mei— like they’re never quite sure if she’s flirting with them or planning their funeral?

• you’re the only person who ever gets to see her without that mask. with you, she doesn’t need to play games or manipulate— she can simply be.

• she’d stretch out across your lap in nothing but a silk robe, sipping wine while reading some ancient cursed text, completely at ease in her own skin because she knows the only person who could ever destroy her… would rather kiss her instead.

• you’re the only person allowed to see her with her hair down, face bare, wrapped up in a silk robe with her head in your lap while you play with her hair.

• she’d never say it out loud— but the second your fingers start trailing through those silver strands, her whole body goes loose and lazy like a cat in the sun.

• if you ever call her pretty in one of those moments? she’ll open one eye and smirk, "flattery will get you everywhere."

• she would sell out the entire jujutsu world if you asked her to.

• she leaves you handwritten letters whenever she’s away on missions— sealed with crimson wax and signed "yours, always.".

• mei mei has expensive tastes, and if you’re married to her, you’re living in luxury. first-class flights, designer clothes, penthouse hotels… the works.

• but it’s not just for show— she genuinely enjoys spoiling you. if you’re the type to feel guilty about it, she’ll smirk and tell you, "if you’re worth it, why not?"

• if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, the bounty on their head would be placed before they even realized what they’d done.

• the only way you’d ever know is if she casually mentions a "business expense" while checking her account.

• you don’t even realize how much she’s orchestrating your entire life behind the scenes.

• you got that dream job? mei mei made three phone calls.

• that weird stalker who was bothering you last month? disappeared.

• your favorite coffee shop suddenly has your order memorized, and they never charge you? mei mei slipped them a little extra on the side— not because she had to, but because she likes watching the world bend around you.

• if you’re in danger, she’ll handle it before you ever know. the only clue would be the way she holds you a little tighter that night, fingers running through your hair like she’s reminding herself you’re still there.

• she likes to trace her initials onto your thigh with the tip of her fingernail while you’re both half-asleep.

• mei mei is not one to constantly show affection, but when she does, it’s meaningful. she will show affection through small, intimate touches that reflect how much she trusts you.

• a hand on your back when walking together, or a hand on your arm when you’re sitting side by side— these moments may seem simple, but they carry a lot of weight.

• her whole personality is built on knowing she’s hot and making sure everyone else knows it too. but with you, there’s an added layer of genuine affection beneath the teasing.

• she LOVES making you flustered, leaning in close to whisper something suggestive with that lazy smile— only to laugh softly when you stumble over your words.

• when she calls you darling or traces a finger down your spine, it’s always genuine. even if her words drip with honey, the affection behind them is real.

• mei mei likes to kiss the inside of your wrist whenever she walks past you— not even thinking about it, just pure muscle memory

• she always presses a kiss to your forehead every time she leaves for a mission— always without fail, even if you’re half-asleep.

• you often come home to find her counting stacks of money on the kitchen table, smirking as she says, "another mission completed… i missed you, my love."

• she would work for free if it meant keeping you safe. you are the one luxury she could never afford to lose. <33

[aventurineswife]

Only for the psychic damage... Jiaoqiu, Fu xuan and Ruan mei X that your forger levels cook! reader... please. btw I love your writing

A Recipe for Chaos

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Reader, Fu Xuan x Reader, Ruan Mei x Reader, Fluff, Comedy, Domestic Shenanigans, Cooking Disaster, Found Family Dynamics, Mentorship, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Mild Language (Fu Xuan's sharp comments), Food Descriptions, Mentions of Poisoning (in a humorous context), Slightly Chaotic Kitchens, Embarrassment.

A/N: HII!! THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY WORKS!! 🤭💕

Jiaoqiu adjusted the feather fan in his hand, his sightless gaze tilted slightly toward the clatter of pots and pans in the corner of the kitchen. Though he couldn’t see, the cacophony of sounds and the occasional, rather alarming hissing noises painted a vivid picture in his mind.

“Are you…boiling something that shouldn’t be boiled?” he asked carefully, his voice soft but tinged with skepticism.

You huffed from across the counter. “It’s an experimental dish! I think you’ll like it. It has, um, protein, carbs, and a healthy dose of…creativity.”

Jiaoqiu suppressed a chuckle, his sharp fox ears twitching at the sound of liquid bubbling ominously. “Creativity, yes. Poison, no, I hope?”

“It’s fine! You’re such a worrywart.”

The smell hit him first — a mixture of something charred, something sour, and something unmistakably wrong. Jiaoqiu stiffened, his fingers brushing against the edge of the table for reassurance. “This is precisely why I offered to help you.”

“No offense, Jiaoqiu, but you’re blind. Cooking might not be your forte.”

He let out a sigh, his golden irises remaining hidden beneath closed eyelids. “And yet, even without sight, I suspect I’d be a safer pair of hands than yours.”

You waved a spatula in his direction, not that he could see it. “You don’t trust me? Just you wait. One bite, and you’ll be begging for seconds.”

Moments later, you placed a bowl of steaming…something in front of him. Jiaoqiu hesitated, his elegant fingers brushing the bowl's edges. “Should I pray first?”

“Rude!”

With a soft laugh, Jiaoqiu brought a spoonful of the concoction to his lips. The moment it touched his tongue, he froze. His expression shifted subtly — a twitch of the mouth, a furrow of the brow — before he coughed politely and placed the spoon down.

“Ah,” he said with a practiced healer’s diplomacy. “It’s…unique.”

“See? You love it!” you beamed, completely missing his strained tone.

Jiaoqiu cleared his throat. “Perhaps next time, we could try cooking together. I’ll guide you, and you can…be supervised.”

“Are you saying I’m bad at this?”

“Not bad,” Jiaoqiu replied with a small smile. “Just catastrophically ambitious.”

Fu Xuan stood in the doorway, arms crossed and gaze sharp as she surveyed the battlefield that used to be her kitchen. Spills of mysterious sauces streaked across the counters, vegetables lay discarded in odd corners, and the unmistakable scent of burnt…something hung heavily in the air.

“You’re lucky I’m benevolent,” Fu Xuan announced, tapping her foot. “Otherwise, you’d be arrested for crimes against food.”

You turned from the stove, sweat beading your forehead. “Hey! I’m trying my best here. Cooking is hard!”

“No, it’s not. You’re just terrible at it,” she retorted, stepping closer. Her usually pristine demeanor faltered as her gaze landed on the pot you were stirring. “What is that?”

“A stew.”

Fu Xuan peered over your shoulder. “It looks like a potion from the Alchemy Commission gone wrong.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “Everyone’s a critic.”

When Fu Xuan noticed you adding an entire handful of salt without measuring, she snapped. “Enough! Step aside before you poison someone — most likely yourself.”

“But I wanted to surprise you!”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “The only surprise here is that the kitchen hasn’t exploded yet.”

With a flourish, Fu Xuan grabbed an apron and tied it over her dress(?). “Watch and learn, rookie.”

You tried not to feel offended as Fu Xuan effortlessly salvaged your disastrous stew, adding precise dashes of seasoning and adjusting the heat with expert hands. Within minutes, the smell of something actually edible filled the air.

She handed you a spoonful, smirking. “There. That’s how it’s done.”

You tasted it, your eyes widening. “Whoa. You’re amazing.”

“Of course I am,” Fu Xuan said smugly. “Now, never touch my kitchen again.”

Ruan Mei was known for her patience and nurturing demeanor, but even she was beginning to question her life choices as she watched you attempt to bake a cake. Flour dusted your hair, frosting was smeared on your cheek, and the batter in the bowl had somehow turned an alarming shade of green.

“I don’t remember asking for a radioactive cake,” Ruan Mei teased gently, resting her chin in her hand.

“It’s matcha!” you defended.

“I see,” she said, though her doubtful tone suggested otherwise.

You poured the batter into a pan, and as you slid it into the oven, a strange sizzling noise emerged. Ruan Mei blinked. “Is it supposed to sound like that?”

You hesitated. “…Yes?”

She sighed, standing up and dusting off her hands. “Alright, let me help you. Cooking is about love and precision, not whatever chaotic energy you’re bringing to the table.”

“But I wanted to make it special for you!”

Ruan Mei’s expression softened, and she placed a hand on your flour-covered shoulder. “That’s sweet, but it’s okay to ask for help. We’ll make it together, okay?”

With Ruan Mei’s guidance, the two of you managed to create a passable — if slightly lopsided — cake. When it was finally done, she handed you a slice and smiled.

“See? Teamwork makes the dream work.”

You took a bite and grinned. “Not bad! Maybe I’m not so hopeless after all.”

Ruan Mei chuckled. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. But with a little practice, you might just become my sous chef someday.”

“Dream big, right?”

Ruan Mei laughed, her voice warm and musical. “Yes. But maybe stick to small goals for now.”

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If you're not in Aaron's office, which you're not at the moment, there's a very good chance you're in Penelope's lair. You hang out with the bubbly blonde more than he does, and he works with her. So when he starts getting hungry for lunch and wonders if you'll tag along, his feet take him to Garcia's doorway.

He hears your chatter before he sees you, so he has no hesitation in twisting the knob to find you inside. Maybe he should have knocked, though, because it might have given Penelope some time to put her needle away.

Penelope has blue gloves stretched over her hands, an ice cube melting away on her desk, and a needle through your ear. He's sure if anyone in the office is qualified to give out makeshift ear piercings it's her, but it is a concerning sight to walk in on.

Penelope stiffens at the sight of her boss in the doorway. She knows he has a soft spot for her, hell, everyone does, but she's not sure that extends all the way to poking holes in his girlfriend with a needle.

"-but of course I walked into the room and found them right away- Aaron!" You turn at the sound of the door creaking open, as well as the uncomfortably stiff grip Penelope now has on your ear. Aaron stares at you with an unreadable expression, but Penelope's is much more clear; terror.

"Penny was giving me an ear piercing," You explain, though it's not a very helpful one.

"I see that." Aaron's brow furrows almost imperceptibly, "Why?"

"Because... I wanted one?" You seem legitimately confused, like you can't understand his apprehension.

"It's a sterilized needle, sir," Penelope pipes up, gently sliding it out of your earlobe, "And- and I washed my hands before, and the gloves are fresh, and she's totally numb so she doesn't feel a thing, so-"

"Alright." Aaron nods, "Alright, Penelope, I'm not upset. But we should keep an eye on it, honey," He gives you a look that's fonder this time, laced with concern, "Just in case it gets infected."

"Okay!" You nod, ear now properly pierced as Penelope slides a stud into the hole, "And- uh, I saw a pair of earrings I really like, Aaron."

You grin sheepishly at him; that's his cue. Penelope bites back a smile of her own, turning away to let it explode in full force while also keeping her job.

Aaron heaves a sigh, not in annoyance but amusement, nodding as he backs out of Penelope's lair, "Send me the link, and be ready for lunch in ten, sweetheart."

[haosweater]

perhaps i loved you.

content: idol! jeonghan x gn! reader, angst, fluff, past life au, coffee shop au, royalty au (just read, you’ll get it), unrequited love.

summary: a unique cafe down fifth avenue opens a whole new door of surprises for jeonghan.

word count: 1.4k

note: based this off the short exert i wrote at the end lol. totally not inspired by real life events haha… also i’m writing this at almost two in the morning please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes.

it was cloudy. the sun peeked through the smallest crevices it could find as the wind gently brushed against jeonghan’s skin.

he shivered, pulling his green cardigan on tighter. he reached up, grabbing his white bucket hat to make sure it didn’t fly away. god knew the wind was ruthless these past few days. jeonghan felt like the world seemed to be against him.

he hummed along to his music, walking down the street in solace. the cherry blossoms bloomed magnificently, its pink petals falling to spread its beauty. he looked up, admiring the trees with a gentle smile.

there weren’t a lot of people out this time of the day and jeonghan liked that. he liked the comfort of not being recognised, being able to go about his day peacefully. the solitude was exactly what he needed.

inhaling a deep breath, he turned and continued down the street. the shops down this road were vintage. unique little thrift stores, record stores, quaint coffee shops that sold overpriced coffee— wait.

jeonghan paused, staring into the shop. olive green bookshelves lined the beige walls of the shop. behind, there was a counter with coffee machines and cake displays. at the very front of the store, there was a table. it had two chairs with a typewriter sitting on it.

a cafe? no, bookstore? or was it a vintage thrift store? confused, jeonghan looked up at the sign.

‘caffeinated literature’.

‘how peculiar,‘ jeonghan thought. glancing around, he peeked into the cafe again, noticing no one was inside. he wondered if it was closed, a slight pang of disappointment filling his chest.

however, the ‘open’ sign on the door proved him wrong. his eyes moved down, and noticed the poster on the door, prompting him to move closer and read it.

enjoy a cup of coffee,

and let me write you poetry.

welcome to caffeinated literature.

it didn’t take jeonghan another second to push the glass door open, the soft chime of the bell ringing in the air. “hello?” he called out softly.

there was a muffled crash followed by a yelp, shocking him. “hello! just give me a moment! please, take a seat!”

jeonghan sat down apprehensively, fluffing the cushion beside him. the interior was cozy, minimalistic and welcoming. swinging his feet, he continued to observe his surroundings, not realising you had emerged from behind the counter.

“hello, so sorry about that! what can i get for you today?” you panted, handing him the menu.

jeonghan looked at you in awe. your voice sounded like sweet, smooth honey that dripped slowly into a cup of warm tea. there was a sense of familiarity to you, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“uh, sorry,” he mumbles, snapping out of his thoughts. “i’ll just get an iced cappuccino and a poem, please.”

you grin. “great choice. i’ll be right back with your coffee, so just take a seat in tbe front,” you gesture to the table with the typewriter. he nods, getting up as you disappear behind the counter.

jeonghan feels light-headed from staring at you. something about you was so enchanting, so magical and so familiar. he sighed, annoyed that he was unable to figure out what it was.

the aroma of his coffee drifted in the air as you brought it over. he thanked you as you sat across him, smiling as he sipped on it slowly.

“oh, wow, this is really good,” he remarked, licking his lips. “thank you.”

“it’s no problem,” you say, smiling. “now, for the poem,” you gently slot the paper into the typewriter. turning around, you turn the speaker on, calm jazz music filling the cafe.

“i know this sounds rather far-fetched, but i usually hold people’s hands to get a better feel of their aura before i write their poem. do you mind if i do that with you?”

jeonghan shakes his head almost instantly. “no, not at all,” he says, extending his hands.

you smile, nodding in acknowledgement as you take his hands into yours, slowly shutting your eyes.

jeonghan shivered, and suddenly, he wasn’t in the cafe anymore.

he was now clad in formal wear, standing at the entrance to a balcony. you stood at the edge, back facing him. the moon was bright and the stars shone in the sky.

“i didn’t expect you to come,” your voice wavered. jeonghan couldn’t speak– he could not control what he did.

“i’m here now, aren’t i?” he chuckles, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. “what bothers you, my dear, on the night we are to celebrate?”

when you turn around, tears rolling down your cheeks, he freezes. you stare at him, sniffing softly. even when you’re crying, you look breath-taking to him.

averting your gaze, you sigh. “i can’t lie to you anymore, han,” you whisper. “tonight i watched you get married to the love of your life, confessing your love to each other in front of the whole kingdom,” you look up at him again.

“and now, i will confess my love to you, in front of the moon and stars.”

jeonghan is in shock. he doesn’t know how to comprehend this situation. it is all too fast, too quick– was this his past life?

“i have loved you ever since we were kids, han. my heart has held onto you tightly, refusing to let go. i’ve seen the best and the worst of you. i’ve seen all your flaws and imperfections and yet still i love you. i have been your friend, but never once did i love you like one. i loved you more than that. i would sacrifice the moon and the stars just to gaze at your beauty. i would burn the kingdom down if you wanted me to. my heart aches and yearns for your touch, your love, your heart and i know i will never get it, but i had to tell you.”

by the time you’re done, you’re panting, out of breath. jeonghan wants to rush forward and hold you, but his body stops him. there is no control.

“b-but y/n, i’m a prince and you’re a—”

“knight, i know,” you sob. “i prayed to the gods every day that my heart would let go of you because i knew i could never be yours, nor you, mine.”

jeonghan simply stood there, heart aching at the sight of you. “i am sorry, y/n. i am sorry i cannot love you the way you want me to,” he whispers, taking a step forward.

“it’s okay, han,” you say softly, tears staining your once rosy cheeks. wiping them away, you look at him with a sad smile. “it was never meant to be anyways.”

with a loud gasp, jeonghan finds himself back in cafe. he’s panting, eyes darting around vigorously before landing on you.

you were crying.

and so was he.

“sorry,” you let out an awkward laugh, wiping your tears away. “i don’t know why i’m crying,” you whisper, trying to stop yourself from crying, but the tears keep coming.

“it’s okay,” jeonghan stutters, quickly wiping his own tears. he wants to comfort you more, but he couldn’t find the words to. he felt like he didn’t deserve to.

sniffing, your fingers suddenly start to gly across the typewriter, the clicks ringing in the air. jeonghan observes you intensely, watching you throw draft after draft away. you were clearly frustrated.

finally, after his ice had melted, his coffee finished, you were done.

“sorry,” you say, removing the paper. “i had a hard time finding the right words,” you confessed as he smiled.

he looked down, reading the poem as you fidgeted with your fingers. his eyes drift across each word, heart clenching as he reached the last line.

“this is beautiful,” he says breathlessly. “thank you. i love it.”

you return the smile. “thank you for coming. i hope to see you again.”

jeonghan’s heart flutters at your words momentarily. “thank you for the coffee and poem. and who knows? perhaps i will see you again,” he chuckles before waving goodbye, pushing the glass door open as the bell chimed.

the breeze was stronger now, and jeonghan had to grab onto his hat again. with a loud sigh, he began to walk down the street, thoughts flooding his mind. it was racing, restless and utterly confused.

as he reached the end, he stopped at a traffic light, waiting for it to turn green. pulling out the piece of paper, he reread what you had written, tears forming in the corner of his eyes once again.

‘who are you,

stranger?

you look rather familiar.

perhaps i have loved you.

in another life.’

[luxthestrange]

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Great+1000 Peepaw Ao Lie Meeting baby mei...

Ao lie*Has been staring at baby Mei in his arms for five hours*...

Y/n*Came to check on him*Stringbean are you okay?-

Ao lie*Looking up at you, to show his nonstop flowing tears*I only had Mei for a day n a half...but if anything happen to her...i kill everyone in this world and then myself-

Y/n:...Damn even me and our lil' monkeys?

Ao lie*Nuzzling his cheek against a sleepy mei* You three would join me on my crusade of contempt

Y/n:...Thats actually very true-

We love our tiny spunky babygirl in this house...