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𝑴𝑶𝑶𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 — 西村力.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: during the village’s annual moon festival, the moon shines big and bright. legend says that it reveals a person’s true emotions under its light and can rekindle lost feelings. when you move to the little romance village, it’s bustling with talk of the festival and a famous local painter. deciding to see what the gossip was about, you attend said moon festival. but what happens when you run into this unknown artist under the moon’s light?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: niki x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff , s2l, soulmates (???), folklore kinda thing.. 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : riki is kind of a loner .. ( 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒏’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ) : special thank you to nini ^^ @flwrstqr for proofreading for me, I love u ♡︎. pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎ WC: 3.3K

THE VILLAGE SQUARE WAS a kaleidoscope of lights, colors, and laughter. Lanterns hung from just about every surface, casting a warm, golden glow over the cobblestone streets. The air was full of sweet scents, coming from every corner of the small town.

You weaved through the large crowd, taking in all of the sights and sounds. It was beyond anything you’d ever experienced. Being a new resident to the town, you couldn’t understand what all of the excitement was about over one festival but now you felt the same way everyone else did.

Melodic strains of the village’s music played, causing people all around to dance together, not caring if they were strangers to one another. You smiled, the sight somehow bringing you joy.

After walking a few miles, an older shop catches your eye. The traditional decorations hanging outside the tiny building, with a crescent moon sketched on the wooden door. You opened it to walk in, the small bell ringing as the door moved.

You were greeted with the sharp tang of an earthy aroma of dried clay and the rich smell of more wood from the easels, frames, and shelves. The subtle hint of fresh pencil shavings, and the crisp scent of new canvases waiting to be transformed.

A few employees smiled and waved at you, their kindness making you feel welcome as you got ready to explore this new environment. The store was quiet; the only noise being a few painters conversing with one another, the low traditional music that played in the background, and pencils or paintbrushes moving against the canvases.

You walked further into the shop, wandering around the shelves to look at different tools and paintings that had been hung up on display.

You ran your hand over the wooden shelf, another crescent moon etched into the dark surface.

This town is serious about the moon, you thought.

You continued your mini journey through the aisles, amazed by some of the artistry inside of them.

But a certain painting seems to pique your interest. You let your feet guide you to the image, captivated by the delicate brushstrokes that brought the scene to life. Just as you let your fingertips graze the painting, another hand brushed against yours. Startled, you pulled your hand away at the same time as the other person’s, causing the art to fall to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologize to the stranger, before you both chuckle at the small incident. The stranger crouches to pick the canvas up from the ground, holding it with a firm grasp.

You look up, only to see a much taller male in front of you, dressed in all black with a paint splattered apron tied around his waist. His eyes sharp but filled with surprise as he stared back at you.

His beauty captivated you in a way. In a way where you couldn’t even find your words or perhaps even start a conversation.

You both stood silently until he sucked in a breath, hesitant on whether he wanted to say something.

“So, uh—, arts’ your thing, too?” He glanced at the painting in his hands and then back at you, a gentle smile making its way to his face.

“I guess I’ve found it kind of interesting lately,” you beamed, feeling a bit more at ease. “What about you?”

“Yeah, uh, this is mine actually..” He trailed off. Your eyes widened in surprise, suddenly feeling guilty for the incident that had occurred a few minutes earlier.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to knock it down, I was just curious, and—“

He looked down, chuckling, “It’s no problem. I was thinking of chunking it anyway.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “But it’s way too good for you to just throw away like that.”

He shrugged, still smiling a bit. “I don’t know.. I’m just not too fond of it.”

You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “Why’s that? It seems really beautiful to me.”

He looked at you with a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes. “Well, if you’re interested, you can make your own. I give mini-lessons from time to time. If you’re free, I’d be happy to show you some techniques.”

A smile crept onto your face. “I’d love that.”

“I’m Riki, by the way.” He extended his larger hand.

You shook his hand, the warm and firm grip making you feel as if you had butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/n.”

The sunlight filtered gently through the shop's windows, casting a warm, inviting glow over the art supplies and canvases. You arrived at the store a bit early, your excitement barely contained. Riki was setting up a small workspace in the back corner, his movements precise and deliberate. The room was filled with the rich scents of paint and wood, a comforting backdrop for the lesson ahead.

“Hey,” Riki greeted as you walked in, his smile making your heart flutter. “Ready for your mini-lesson?”

You nodded, trying to maintain a calm exterior but feeling a tingle of nerves. “Definitely!”

Riki’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he motioned for you to join him at the small table. “Alright, grab an apron and we’ll start with some basics. I’ll show you how to create depth and texture in your painting.”

You took one of the dark aprons off of the hook by the door and took a seat. Riki’s proximity made you acutely aware of his presence. He stood close enough that you could catch the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the earthy aroma of the paint. As he demonstrated the brushstrokes, his hand occasionally brushed against yours, sending a shy smile to your lips.

“Alright, so you want to use a light touch for the highlights,” Riki said, his voice warm and encouraging. He leaned in slightly to show you the technique up close, his face just inches from yours. The closeness made your cheeks warm, and you found it hard to focus on the painting as you became acutely aware of the soft sound of his breath and the gentle way he spoke.

“Like this,” he continued, guiding your hand with his own. His fingers were careful and steady, and you felt a gentle pressure as he helped you maneuver the brush. “The key is to layer the colors gradually, so it builds up the texture without looking too harsh.”

His hand lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary, and you couldn’t help but glance up at him. Riki’s eyes were soft, and his smile was reassuring. “You’re doing great. Just remember to relax and let the brush do the work.”

You nodded, trying to steady your breath as you followed his instructions. The way he spoke to you, with such patience and attentiveness, made your heart race. Each time he leaned in to offer guidance, you felt a flutter of shyness but also an endearing sense of comfort.

Riki moved to the other side of the table, giving you space but still offering occasional tips and encouragement. “You’re really picking this up fast,” he said with genuine admiration, his voice carrying a note of pride. “You have a natural eye for detail..”

You blushed at his compliment, focusing on your painting with renewed determination. “Thanks. I’ve really enjoyed learning from you.”

He smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting a hint of something more than just professional interest. “I’ve enjoyed having you as my ‘student’.”

As the lesson continued, you found yourself growing more confident. Riki’s careful instruction and the way he interacted with you made the experience both educational and heartwarming. Every time he offered a correction or praised your work, it felt like a gentle nudge toward something greater.

By the end of the session, you were both smiling, the painting before you a testament to the techniques Riki had shared. “I think you’re ready for more advanced techniques next time,” he said, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. “But for now, you’ve done really great.”

You beamed, feeling a mix of accomplishment and affection for the kind-hearted teacher who had made your art journey so special. “Thank you. I can’t wait for our next lesson.”

As you packed up your things, Riki’s gaze lingered on you with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat. “I’m looking forward to it too,” he said softly. “See you soon.”

You left the shop with a smile, carrying not just the knowledge of painting but also the warmth of a shared connection.

A few days later, the festival was in full swing again, but this time it was a different night. You decided to take a quiet walk to a nearby beach, not too far from the festival setup. The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver light over the ocean waves.

You carried with you a small set of painting materials, inspired by the techniques Riki had taught you. Setting up on the sand, you began to paint the scene before you: the moonlit waves and the gentle shimmer of the water. With each brushstroke, you used the tips he had given you, trying to capture the serene beauty of the moment.

The night was quiet, save for the soft sound of the waves and the occasional distant laughter from the festival. As you worked, you felt a sense of peace and contentment, lost in the beauty of the moment.

After a while, you sensed someone approaching. Turning slightly, you saw Riki walking towards you, his eyes bright with curiosity and admiration. He stopped a few feet away, watching you paint with a soft smile on his face.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice gentle. "I didn't expect to find you here."

You smiled back, feeling a flutter of happiness at his presence. "I needed some quiet time to practice. I’ve been kind of inspired."

Riki moved closer, sitting down next to you on the sand. His proximity was comforting, and you felt a warm sense of connection as he admired your work. "You've really captured the essence of the scene," he said, his eyes scanning your painting. "It's like seeing the world through your eyes."

His compliment made your heart swell with pride. "Thanks.. I’ve been trying to use the techniques you taught me.”

“Oh, really?” He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his face. “My techniques?”

You chuckled lightly, nodding, “Yes, your technique.”

You continued to paint, occasionally glancing at Riki, who watched with genuine interest.

The moonlight cast a soft glow on his features, making the moment feel even more magical. After a while, Riki spoke, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"You know, the legend of the moon... it's said to reveal the truth about one's emotions," he began, his eyes fixed on the waves. "I've always been afraid to let the moon see mine, not after what happened before."

You looked at him with curiosity. “What happened?”

He sighed softly, looking out at the ocean. “I once let the moonlight reveal my true feelings and it led to heartbreak. It was... painful.. But that’s a story for another day..”

He turned to you, his eyes sincere and vulnerable. “Somehow, being with you, I don’t feel that fear. There’s something about tonight, and about you, that makes me believe in the magic of the moon again.”

You felt a pang of sympathy and reached out, gently placing your hand on his. “Riki, you don’t have to talk about it if you’re not comfortable.”

He looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. “Thank you. It’s just... hard to think about sometimes. The pain was so real, and it made me afraid to show my true emotions again.”

You squeezed his hand gently, offering him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. Take your time. I’m here. Though we met nights ago, I’m here.”

Riki‘s eyes softened, and he gave you a small, appreciative smile. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

The moon’s light bathed the beach in a gentle glow, illuminating the quiet understanding between you. Riki’s honesty and openness resonated deeply, and you felt a sense of connection that was both comforting and profound.

He shifted slightly, moving closer to you until your shoulders almost touched. The warmth of his body next to yours was a silent reassurance, a wordless promise of support. “You’re really something, you know that?” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you turned to look at him, finding his gaze already on you. “I could say the same about you,” you replied, feeling the intimacy of the moment deepen.

Riki’s eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and strength, a silent testament to the pain he carried and the bravery it took to admit it. He took a deep breath, his fingers brushing against yours as he spoke. “It’s just... sometimes the memories are too painful. But being here with you, it makes it a little easier to bare.”

You felt a surge of tenderness for him, your heart aching at the thought of the hurt he’d endured. “I’ll be here, whenever you’re ready.”

He nodded, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotion. “Thank you. It’s... it’s a lot, but knowing I have someone who understands means everything.”

The waves whispered their secrets to the shore, and the moon shone down, wrapping you both in its gentle embrace. The moment was filled with quiet revelations and tender support, a reminder that sometimes, the simple act of being present could be the greatest comfort of all.

As the night continued, you returned to your painting, the brush gliding smoothly across the canvas. Riki watched you with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with admiration and something more—a tenderness that was growing stronger with each passing moment.

Unbeknownst to both of you, the moonlight was beginning to take effect, subtly enhancing the emotions between you. Every glance exchanged, every soft touch, carried a deeper meaning, an unspoken promise of what could be.

You finished your painting, setting the brush down and turning to Riki. He reached out, taking your hand in his. “Come on,” he said softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Let’s take a break.”

He led you to the water’s edge, where the waves gently lapped at the shore. The cool water splashed over your feet, sending a delightful shiver up your spine. Riki laughter filled the air, infectious and free, and you couldn’t help but join in.

You ran along the shoreline, the waves chasing after you, and for a moment, all your worries melted away. Riki caught up to you, grabbing your hand and spinning you around, both of you laughing as you stumbled into the shallow waves.

The moonlight danced on the water, casting a magical glow over everything. You splashed each other, the cool water mingling with the warmth of your laughter. Riki’s hand never left yours, his grip firm yet gentle, grounding you in the moment.

At one point, he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as the waves rolled in. The world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you under the moon’s tender gaze. You looked up at him, your heart swelling with an emotion you couldn’t quite name but felt deeply in your soul.

“Riki,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the ocean.

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “I know,” he replied softly, his breath mingling with yours. “I feel it too.”

The moonlight seemed to intensify, casting a silver halo around you both. The moment stretched, filled with unspoken words and shared feelings. Then, with a gentle tug, Riki led you back to the shore, where you sat together, the waves gently lapping at your feet.

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into you. The night was filled with love-filled glances and quiet intimacy, a perfect blend of comfort and connection. The magic of the moon had done its work, weaving a spell of closeness that would linger long after the night had ended.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a while, the rhythmic sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop. Riki’s fingers traced gentle patterns on your hand, his touch sending a pleasant shiver through you. He seemed lost in thought, and you didn’t want to disturb the quiet peace that had settled over you both.

But then, as if needing to break the silence, he spoke again, his voice soft and filled with emotion. “You know, sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever fully heal from what happened. It’s like a part of me is still stuck in that moment.”

You turned to him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. “Healing takes time, Riki. And it’s okay to feel that way. Just remember, you don’t have to face it alone.”

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I do. Whenever you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be here. And if you’re not ready, that’s okay too.”

Riki’s gaze softened, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours.

The intimacy of the moment deepened, the air around you thick with unspoken emotions. Riki’s fingers continued to trace gentle patterns on your hand, each touch sending a warm, tingling sensation through you. You could feel the connection between you growing stronger, the bond solidifying in a way that felt both natural and profound.

As the night wore on, the two of you shared stories, laughter, and moments of comfortable silence. You found yourself opening up to him in ways you hadn’t expected, sharing parts of yourself you usually kept hidden. Riki listened with genuine interest, his responses thoughtful and kind.

Eventually, the lure of the waves became irresistible again, and you found yourselves splashing through the shallows, once again, laughing and playing like children. Riki’s laughter was infectious, his joy a balm to your soul. You chased each other through the surf, the cool water a delightful contrast to the warmth of your growing affection.

At one point, Riki caught you around the waist, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. You laughed, the sound pure and free, your heart swelling with happiness. He set you down gently, his arms still wrapped around you as the waves hit your ankles.

The moonlight bathed you both in its gentle glow, casting a magical light over the scene. Riki’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you. He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin.

“Thank you for tonight,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. “For everything.”

You smiled, your heart full. “I should be the one thanking you. This has been... amazing.”

Riki’s eyes held a promise, a silent vow of what could be. “Let’s make a pact,” he said softly. “No more hiding. From the moon, from each other, from ourselves.”

You nodded, feeling a surge of hope and determination. “Deal.”

The night continued, filled with love-filled glances, quiet intimacy, and the gentle lapping of the waves. The magic of the moon had woven a spell of connection and understanding, one that would linger long after the festival lights had faded. As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, you knew that this night would be a cherished memory, a moment of pure, unadulterated connection.

And as Riki‘s hand found yours once more, you knew that even if you had met only nights before, for some reason you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

✩

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neiptune · 6 days

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i don't want you like a best friend

cw: 4.2k wc, female reader, soulmate au, friends to lovers, tendo may be the only person in the world without a mark and it's quite hard to convince him that, most times, the universe doesn't know shit

“Holy shit, this is the best thing I ever tasted”.

“Don’t lie”.

“I’m not!”.

Tendo narrows his eyes, unimpressed.

“You said that about the last five bonbons”.

“Listen, the one with port and cinnamon was great n’all but this is a cookie dough brown butter bonbon. I’m blown away. I want to sleep with this one. I want to buy it dinner and then take it to bed”.

That’s when Satori laughs, loud and boisterous as he still allows himself to be around you. It makes you smile, seeing him happy.

“Tell me the secret to crafting these”.

“Again?”, he snorts, “I already explained the process a million times”.

“Wanna hear it again. I like how you talk about it”.

“Okay, weirdo”, there’s fondness and a silent invitation in the way he pushes the little box of his latest experiments towards you.

It’s soothing, comforting, listening to instructions you’re already familiar with. Tendo goes over how important it is to choose flavors that are fun and still be attentive enough to make sure the chocolate stands on its own: flavoring components should never completely ride over it. He skillfully exercises subtlety when coming up with new combinations, always keeps the interior so creamy and smooth the treat ends up melting in a delicious puddle on one’s tongue. The outer layer should never be too thick, chalky or cakey: that’s why he prefers to form most of the chocolates with his hands instead of using a mold.

There’s creativity involved in what he does but there’s also science. It requires a lot of patience, most of his work is made of tedious steps repeated over and over again within specific time limits and a perfectly calculated temperature. It fits him, you believe: Tendo’s always been diligent and persevering, no matter what the world threw at him.

He puts a lot of work in his boxes too, especially the ones he has to ship. They’re all triple-insulated, double-stuffed and always perfectly packed. A cute, colorful thank you card always goes hand in hand with each purchase, if he receives orders for a birthday or a special gift he’d even write a personal note as an addition. As a foreigner, it hasn't been easy to establish himself as a reliable chocolatier in a city like Paris, but he now has a pretty loyal clientele and the shop is basically never empty.

“That one’s my favorite”, Satori’s eyes zero on the bite-sized bonbon you’ve picked from the box.

You hum, appreciating the way the chocolate melts in your mouth. It’s not as good as the previous one but you recognize the artistry with which the flavors fuse with each other, chocolate ganache with clementine and hazelnuts, just a hint of lemon zest.

“They’re all incredible, ‘Tori. You’re very talented”. Tendo smiles.

“Thank you”, he mutters, grateful, “now, can we talk about it?”.

“There’s nothing to talk about”, you dangle your legs from the counter of the little production kitchen in the back of his boutique shop, closed for the day. It’s incredibly tidy, smells of soap and citrus.

“You impulsively booked a flight across the world because of a guy”.

Ouch.

“I flew across the world to visit my best friend”, you scowl, “thought he’d be happy to see me”.

“I’m fucking ecstatic, ma chérie”, it’s probably the happiest he’s been in years, “but we need to talk about it. Tell me what’s on your mind?”.

He can see the bags under your eyes, the usual brightness missing from your smile, playful vibration to your jokes absent. He knows you’re hurting and while he’d be thrilled to keep you in Paris for as long as you wish, Tendo has to know what’s broken before he even attempts to mend it. His gaze falls on a specific portion of skin of your wrist and a sigh slips past his lips.

“He broke up with me”, you articulate slowly, “said we weren’t compatible. Said it’s safer to abandon the delusional ideas that drew us close to each other and do things how they’re supposed to be done. According to the plan”, there’s a grimace on your face that pairs well with how you spit out the last words.

“Did you show him?”.

“No, you know I don’t do that anymore. He didn’t see mine and I never wanted to see his. He agreed to that”.

“Right”.

“And then, I don’t know, he did what everyone always does. Changed his mind”.

Satori sighs. Truthfully, he’s always been a little sad about your mark being permanently covered with thick foundation, concealer or whatever else. It’s been years. He misses seeing the little crooked triangle on your wrist.

“Well, maybe…”, he starts but is soon interrupted by a loud scoff.

“Don’t”.

“But they’re not wrong. The universe has it all layed out for you, maybe it’s time you stop being so stubborn”.

“I don’t care about the universe, Satori. The universe is not going to take away that choice from me, it should belong to me. I don’t want to be destined to someone, I want to be chosen by them”.

He deflates in the plastic chair he’s sitting on. Can’t really argue with that logic.

Ever since middle school, when your mark first appeared, you never wanted to succumb to the whole the cosmos has already decided who the perfect person for me is bullshit. You simply can’t accept giving up the freedom of falling in love with whoever you wish to pursue, regardless of the universe agreeing or not. That’s why you never really cared about matching marks and all that jazz, always dated those who seemed not to care either. But after a number of failed relationships, it became painfully obvious that deep down, everyone always believes marks are the real deal. It’s why you decided you never wanted to see the mark of the next guys you’d date, and certainly didn’t want to show yours anymore. Sometimes it’s even hard to remember it’s still there, underneath stubborn layers of concealer. You hated it your whole life.

“You’re right. It’s your life, you should live it however you see fit”, they’re idiots for giving up on someone like you in the name of a dumb sign or whatever anyway.

“I thought you’d understand this more than anyone, you’ve always hidden your mark too. I don’t even know what it looks like and it’s okay! It’s yours! Shouldn’t belong to anyone else’s prying eyes”, you pick another chocolate truffle from the special box he’s sorted for you. It’s red velvet flavored.

Tendo insisted on calling his shop like that, rouge velours, deaf to the literal translation not being entirely correct. The french need to associate the word gâteau to it, it has to be a red velvet cake. But he didn’t care, adamant in going with just red velvet.

It was a joke you had blurted out at the end of high school, sitting on the curb outside your favorite konbini on the way home, another summer evening made of snacks shared underneath the street lamps. Satori said he wanted to move to France and learn how to make handmade chocolates, open a shop and everything. You suggested it should’ve been called red velvet, would’ve paired well with his hair. It never crossed your mind that he would take your suggestion seriously.

Frankly, Tendo’s not changed much since high school. He’s a little taller, broader in the shoulders, prefers a buzz cut. He’s still cheerful, less loud if you’re not around, enjoys singing made up tunes to himself while he works, occasionally takes part in volleyball games when neighbors or friends from the gym invite him. More than anything, he’s still the kindest, most generous friend one could have.

You used to be a little jealous of Ushijima, never one to accept easily to be downgraded in the best friends ranking system. As a teenager, it was hard to acknowledge that Satori’s heart is simply big enough to fit everyone he cares about in there. Not many people realized how much of an honor that was anyway, so there was plenty of space.

He still calls Ushijima to check up on him and the fact that they declared to be best friends during a television show didn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth as it would’ve back then. Wakatoshi is a nice guy, it definitely grew on you and it now gives you comfort knowing that Satori gets to throw the blanket of his affection over more than one person’s shoulders.

Not a day goes by without missing him, different time zones making it even more complicated to keep up with each other. Yet, he’s always the one willing to stay up late to talk to you, insists that while you work in the morning, he enjoys crafting chocolates in the middle of the night. That hardly matters, since you know he has to wake up early to open the shop.

“Hard to hide something you don’t have”, he grins from where he’s sitting, in front of you. Your dangling legs come to a halt.

“What?”.

“I don’t have a mark”, Satori shrugs, “not a big deal”.

“That’s impossible”.

“You’ve seen me naked”.

“Because you didn’t lock the damn bathroom door!”, your face heats up at the memory belonging to so many years ago. He snickers.

“Well, if I had a mark you’d know!”.

You pause, incredulous.

“Did you check your nails? Maybe it was in your hair and you shaved it off. Everyone has a mark!”.

“I don’t have it”, he knows, he’s checked every inch of his body for too long before giving up, “don’t act so shocked, it makes perfect sense”.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”.

Satori shrugs, a timid smile on his lips.

“I’m damaged goods. I wouldn’t expect to be the right fit for anyone, the universe decided to spare me and a potential unfortunate match the embarrassment”.

To him, it’s perfectly normal that there’s no one right for him out there. Or rather, that he’s not the right person for anyone. Who would want that, anyway? The guy who’s always been too weird to be looked at normally. The guy who always stands out the wrong way. If the universe has decided to be merciful enough to spare him the disappointment flashing over someone’s face upon discovering that he’s their soulmate, the only thing Tendo should feel is gratitude.

“Don’t say shit like that ever again, Satori. Damaged goods? What the hell? You’re the best person I know!”, you almost throw the chocolate box at his head, “anyone would be lucky to have you as their soulmate. Anyone. I’m certain you’re the perfect match for a lot of people but I find it very hard to believe they’d deserve you anyway”.

You’re his best friend, you’re supposed to say all that. Yet, kept silent by that fiery glare of yours, Tendo can’t help but feel his chest warm up.

He didn’t necessarily have a crush on you in high school, that’s what he told himself anyway. When you started going out with Eita, part of him was relieved you went for someone normal. His teammate fell into the right category: Semi was attractive, had good grades, knew his way around girls. It was a good reminder of what Tendo wanted for you, of what you deserved. He cared deeply about your happiness and would’ve went to impossible lengths to shield you from all the bad there was in the world. That still hasn’t changed. Your best friend was what he was always destined to be and it was more than what he could’ve asked for, anyway.

And so it wouldn’t have been right to fantasize, to admit to himself that for the first time ever since he was a kid, Tendo wished to be the opposite of what he was. He dreamed of a different childhood, school days filled with friends, practice bursting with laughter instead of whispers, not a reason in the world to direct him curious or grossed out stares. He wished he was handsome, charismatic, funny in a way that made girls laugh in sincere amusement instead of discomfort. He wanted so badly to be everything he was not, for you.

When he admitted to himself that he loved you, deeply, ferociously, in a way that would’ve scared off any other human being, high school was over and so was his volleyball dream. Another fantasy coming to an end. Satori announced he wanted to move to Paris, expecting life, distance, a different time zone, your boyfriends, to make the friendship too heavy of a task to keep up with.

And yet, you stayed by his side. Most importantly, you wanted him to stay by yours. Tendo has never been much used to the feeling of being wanted, his presence wasn’t exactly desired by other people throughout his life. But you and Paris both taught him that maybe he does have something to give, something people can be willing to accept. So what if that something isn’t romantic love? He’s already luckier than he ever imagined he would get. He’s going to be okay, as long as you’re his friend. He’ll manage.

“Satori”, you snap him back to reality, “I mean it. Fuck the universe”.

Honestly, the only thing he’s mad at the universe for is making you so deeply unhappy. Tendo’s not sure he can forgive the cosmos for failing you so many times.

“Yeah”, he agrees lightly, “fuck the universe”.

Maybe Tendo had a point when he referred to your little vacation as ‘impulsive’, given that you never really travelled outside of Japan before. Yet, what initially was an easy escape from your disappointing reality and a wonderful excuse to finally visit your best friend, soon turned into a delightful adventure.

You reciprocated Satori’s hospitality by being as useful as possible: you’d keep his place tidy and clean, get groceries, cook dinner. He’d insist on ordering out, would try to snatch the vacuum cleaner from your hand, sometimes Tendo would come home later than usual with his hands filled with groceries just so that you didn’t feel like you needed to refill the fridge. But you liked being there and you loved taking care of him, especially since he vehemently refused to go back to sleeping in his bed and offering you the couch instead.

On his rare free days, Satori gladly gives you a tour of the city and his favorite places. When he’s working, you’d explore Paris on your own, the little map he drew by hand safely nestled in your pocket. Yes, you obviously have a phone, but the map makes each stroll all the more special.

Being with him and feeling genuinely appreciated, in a city so wonderful and far away from home, made you realize that perhaps the universe got it all wrong. Maybe there’s no one out there with a mark similar to yours. Maybe you’re not a match for romantic love in the first place. You’re already lucky enough as it is, with a friend so wonderful you can share lovely dinners with over episodes of silly tv shows, in a tiny apartment filled with affection and laughter. It’s the best you’ve felt in years and the idea of leaving has never felt as dreadful.

But everyone has to get back to their life eventually: there’s your job, bills, rent, you haven’t visited your parents in a while. All these things you’re having a real hard time caring about as Tendo offers another glass of wine, the bottle you’re sharing practically empty resting by his feet.

It’s your last night in Paris and he insisted on cooking for once, a full course dinner paired with an expensive Clos de la Roche. Notes of woods and cherries dance on your tongue when you take another sip and you shut your eyes for a moment, savoring the taste. How did you end up on his bedroom’s floor anyway? Was it him who suggested sitting on the carpet with your backs pressed against his bed? No, you’re almost certain it was you. Satori tries to be less weird as a grown up, by his own admission: he leaves odd suggestions and ideas to other people, too busy trying to fit in now.

You find yourself observing his profile as he torpidly blinks, his own gaze focused on the hands holding his glass. The line of his jaw, the perfect curve of his nose. You think he’s pretty, spiky hair no longer there to tear away one’s attention from his features.

“Did you date a lot, here?”, you ask, genuinely curious. He turns to look at you, amused.

“A lot? When did I ever date a lot?”, Tendo chuckles to himself but you recognize the hurt simmering underneath the humor. It hurts you, too.

“Well, did you date?”, your impatience feels surprising but there’s no time to dwell upon unfamiliar feelings, not as Satori hums with a lethargic nod.

“Yeah, a few times”.

“They didn’t ask about your mark?”.

Tendo’s lips twitch as he remembers how ecstatic the women he went out with were upon finding out that not only his mark didn’t match theirs, he didn’t even have one to begin with. He was the safest option they could ever date, no risk of forever.

“It’s easier to date someone you know you’re not gonna end up with”, he shrugs, “they felt more comfortable, it was fun and momentary, thus risk-free”.

You click your tongue in disapproval and Tendo cocks his head, confused by your scowl.

“They, they, they. I always hated this about you, you’re always focusing on what other people think. I want to know, how did you feel?”.

Maybe it’s the wine or maybe it’s the fact that you’re about to become a fugitive presence in his life once more, but for once Satori feels like huffing out his frustration.

“Like shit”, he admits with a sly smile, “I could fall for just about anyone and I’ll always know they’re not my person. I won’t ever have a person and it makes me feel like shit”.

You’re not sure why tears are suddenly pricking the corners of your eyes. Maybe it’s because it’s really hard to remember the last time Satori allowed himself to be vulnerable around you. It always felt like he talked more to Wakatoshi, man to man or whatever. You never felt like you could be fully there for him and now it’s almost too late again, only a few hours before you fly off to the other side of the world.

“I hate them”, you murmur, “it’s just cruel. You’re not supposed to be anyone’s temporary fixing”.

“I’m not ever going to be anything but that”.

“No, Satori-”, in the process of positioning yourself better in order to face him, you kick the not entirely empty glass previously resting by your leg. It’s gonna leave a stain but you’ll find a way to take care of it before you leave, this is more urgent. This requires you taking your friend’s face into your hands, to bring it closer to your determined gaze. “That’s not true. The universe doesn’t know shit, okay? I know you. You don’t need a fucking mark. In fact, you know what? I’m happy you don’t have one. Thank god. I-”, he gently puts his hands over yours and leans over to tenderly kiss your forehead. Your train of thought derails as he fixes you with an amused, fond stare.

“It’s okay. Really”, Tendo lowers your hands and then leaves them cold, head falling to the side, cheek pressed to the orange duvet cover of his bed. You’re pouting, looking more beautiful than ever underneath the dim lights of his room, and so he can’t hold his tongue.

“You know, I find it incredible that you haven’t been able to find your person yet, universe or not. How’s it possible that someone as wonderful as you is being dumped by complete idiots just because they believe in some stupid pre-decided romantic assignation?”.

You mirror his position and rest your head on the softness of his bed. Despite being still on the floor, it almost feels as if you’re lying next to each other.

“They don’t believe I’m wonderful. I guess I’m just momentary, too”.

He scoffs. Deep down, Tendo also believes everyone should be granted the freedom to pursue their desired relationship, especially you. Don’t they know how lucky they are? You ignore destiny to give those dumbasses a chance and they leave before they even get to realize what they’re missing out upon.

“I think marks are bullshit”, Satori gently takes your hand and traces your fingers with his own slowly, eyes still boring into yours, “in a world with no marks, they’d be on their knees thanking their lucky star you showed interest in them at all”.

You hum, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

Before Tendo interrupted your little motivational speech, you were about to tell him why it makes you happy that he doesn’t have a mark after all. Looking at him now, it’s all the more clear. It’s horrible and selfish and childish but, this way, you will never have to go through it: you’ll never have to find out that the one person who’s always been by your side, the one person who knows you better than you know yourself and still manages to love you, also isn’t the one.

Tendo is the greatest person you know, the only one you’d trust with your life. His heart is your favorite part of him: always stayed big enough to fit in all those who asked for access, kindness embedded so deep within him he never let the world’s cruelty affect it. Satori never stored an ounce of that nastiness people loved oh so much throwing at him, it let it become an armor instead. Steel made of insults, cruel jokes, mockery. It breaks your heart that he still wears it. It would break your heart to discover that someone like him isn’t destined to be yours after all, that the universe wouldn’t be benevolent enough to assign the best friend you ever had as your soulmate.

“You don’t mean that”.

You blink, slowly, actually fighting to keep your eyes open.

“What?”.

“What you just said. You’re drunk”, he chuckles quietly and, horrifyingly, you realize your mouth decided to voice those thoughts out loud.

The shock lasts a few seconds. Tendo is no longer fiddling with your fingers but your hand is still in his and the more you look into those crimson irises, the less uncomfortable you feel about what you just said. Is it the wine or is it just right?

“You think I wouldn’t be happy if the universe assigned you as my soulmate?”.

“I think you wouldn’t hate it”, Tendo softly ponders, “but that’d be far from ideal”.

“Hey, you don’t get to decide that. Me and the universe would be agreeing for once”.

Satori swears his heart skips a bit. All those years, all that badly harbored hope, the entirety of his restraint crumbling pathetically after a few drops of expensive wine. You don’t mean that, you can’t mean that.

“You could look at me like that?”, the question is supposed to underline how ridiculous the idea is, but he realizes he just sounds wishful.

“I know you think it’d be hard but it really isn’t”, you laugh softly. You’re looking at him like that right now. As you abstendmindedly play with his fingers, thumb gently rubbing circles on the skin of his wrist, you appreciate the pink dusting his cheeks, the slightly furrowed brows, the sweetness of his questioning gaze.

Tendo exhales slowly. Neither of you is resting their head on his bed anymore, too captivated by each other. “I’m not sure I’d survive the discovery of you of all people, not being the one I’d be destined to stand with for the rest of my life. Because what a waste would be, for that person to be someone else”, it’s nothing but a whisper, raw honesty doing something funny to his stomach as it slips past his lips for the first time. There’s no one but you, honestly. He knows there’ll never be anyone else. The universe has planned love for those around him and an eternal curse for his heart.

“A terrible waste”, you agree and the hand not busy interlacing your fingers with his, suddenly closes around the soft fabric of his hoodie to bring him closer. Satori doesn’t dare move, let alone breathe, effectively paralyzed by the idea of indulging something you’ll regret the second it happens.

Except you don’t. When you kiss him, tentative at first, all the pieces fall right into place. Your lips curl into a small, knowing smile as the world slows down. Then finally, finally, he kisses you back. It’s deeper, a hand pressing to your cheek, it’s corrodingly tender and you feel yourself melting into his touch, into the genuine reverence he holds for you.

Tendo feels something unravel from within, the tangles and knots of hurt, uncertainty, combust and disappear into thin ashes. He’s too lost in the moment, too drunk on how close you’re holding him as your tongue brushes against his own, to pay any attention to the itchy feeling over the skin of his wrist. Right where your thumb is pressing, a crooked triangle appears at last.

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i23kazu · 8 months

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characters. albedo zhongli diluc alhaitham x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff + hurt/comfort. 1.6k words. an. part 1 , part 2 coming soon!!!! | to be loved by genshin men who appreciate art forms – where their favourite piece of art is you. ; reader is insecure + has low self esteem, and the men help them think otherwise. | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

the painter

to be loved by albedo, the painter — people realise that the faces that he paints every day seem to resemble one person and one person alone. the high cheekbones, the crooked smile, the monolids — its either the artist has a case of the same face syndrome, or there is only one source of inspiration for him . . .

albedo sits by his artistry room, the window tinting golden light that shines onto your features. it highlights parts of you that you dislike, you argue, but he tenderly kisses each spot that brings you distaste. if you cannot love yourself, then let him love you extra. if you cannot see yourself the way he looks at you – with all the love and admiration and sweet infatuation in the world – then let him paint you in the way he so lovingly sees you so.

he motions for you to tilt to your left with a flick of his finger, not looking up from the blended paints on his wooden palette. you freeze – you don’t want to make him unhappy by not complying but complying also means seeing the ugliness of you. you don’t want him to see you ugly.

“i don’t like that side of me,” you whisper blankly. “it doesn’t make me look good.”

it is at these few words that albedo looks up from his painting.

“you are beautiful.”

he says the three words so matter-of-factly that you wonder if he even means it at all. they are so quick to fall out of his mouth – does he love you too little to properly regard them so, or does he love you so much that it requires no hesitation on his end to reassure you?

“albedo, thank you, but i am not-”

“you are so beautiful, my love,” albedo repeats. “and it pains me so because you don’t seem to believe it for yourself.”

“i am not-” you blink back salty tears.

“do my words hold no weight to you?” he asks, not unkindly. there’s an awkward stare that the both of you share before he lets a soft sigh part his lips, and he gathers you in his arms.

you look at him tiredly. this was not the battle you wanted to fight today, you think to yourself.

“i am beautiful.” you repeat after him. maybe, just maybe – if you say it enough, you can believe it just as wholeheartedly as albedo believes so. you can see the corners of his lips turn upwards into a soft smile – your lover smooths back your hair, planting a sweet kiss in the middle of your forehead.

“i love you, my muse. it’s alright if you don’t believe it just yet. you’ll have me to remind you that you are beautiful, every day.”

the poet

to be loved by zhongli, the poet — the words he spins materialises out of his infatuation for you. at first glance, the words seem so bombastic – so huge, so big, that they don’t make any sense. but they are beautiful; his words are so sweet and lovely, endless love poems addressed to the one person he has fallen harder and harder for every single day. you.

“are you sure that’s a real word?” you laugh lightly, peering over his shoulder to glance at the newest word on his yellowed paper. eudaimonia, you read curiously.

“my dear, i would assume so,” he replies, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “i believe it means for a person to be of a flourishing, happy state. the thesaurus that tartaglia had obtained for me says so, but if you think otherwise, we can most certainly track down the author to contest that.”

“i trust the author.” you giggle.

“as do i.” zhongli presses a kiss to your forehead, and turns back to his pen.

you watch as he strings together sentences – sentences so lovely, you could never have ever imagined them to be about you. he describes the slight smile on your face when you reread one of your favourite books, or the fact that your laugh has two sounds – one like the tinkling of wind chimes, the other a boisterous, unbridled roar. his pen greets the paper once again, and you hear the gentle scratching of the tip against the sheet.

you are the reason i am able to rest at home with eudaimonia – my pillar, my rock, my lifeline.

“that’s beautiful. your writing is lovely as always.” you whisper, wrapping your arms tenderly around him from behind. he leans into the warmth of your touch, sweetly, lovingly, falling into your embrace.

“well, my dear – it would only make sense for my words to reflect the most pleasing of things to me.”

the photographer

to be loved by diluc, the photographer — you are his model, day and night. he carries his camera when he can, and needless to say . . . more than three quarters of his camera roll is filled with pictures of you. they’re not perfect pictures, but they’re beautiful to him. and that is the only thing he cares about.

”diluc, don’t! i don’t look nice here.” you giggle as he, in a rare bout of unbridled playfulness, pretends to be your personal paparazzi.

“you look good in every photo, my love.” he chuckles, and runs you through the most recent photos he took.

it’s blurry. your cheeks look huge. your chin… “you look good” – was diluc blind, or lying?

you tighten your smile and turn back to your work, waving away thoughts that turn into jealous green monsters over others who would look good in his camera, no matter how imperfect their pose was.

“hey,” diluc sees the frown on your face. “i mean it. you look wonderful.”

“how?” you blink back frustrated tears.

“diluc, open your eyes. my eyes are uneven in this one. my cheeks look like a chipmunk’s. my chin.. i don’t even want to think about my chin. i don’t look good at all, diluc.”

he stays quiet for a moment, and you wonder if that was the right thing to say at all. maybe just keep quiet next time, (y/n). don’t insult his work – your insecurities are yours to hold alone, right? he tucks your hair away from your eyes and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“i urge you – look again, (y/n).”

“you didn’t edit anything, diluc.”

diluc thumbs away a stray tear as he cups your face – a betrayal to your plea to your body to keep quiet. just keep quiet, (y/n). your lover takes your shoulders and sits you down gently, kneeling next to you, camera in hand.

“you don’t look good, you say? interesting.” diluc has a placid smile on his face as he runs through his camera roll again – you are afraid of angering him, of doubting his craft – but how can you see those pictures and be immediately satisfied with what they are?

“why don’t you believe me? i’m the one who sees it.” you reply indignantly.

“i don’t believe so, not at all. you see it, but i see that you are smiling in each and every one of them, my love. you are happy and you are beautiful, my sun. undoubtedly so – for that is what the camera captures. is that not what matters the most?”

the writer

to be loved by alhaitham, the writer — people often wonder who sparks these passionate feelings of infatuation in his writing; all they need to look at is the person he leaves his gaze to linger on for a little while longer. his smile seems to brighten a little when he’s talking with you . . .

he describes a love scene so tenderly. a man and his partner, dancing in the stillness of a living room in the witching hours of the night – sweet, loving words fall clumsily out of the man’s mouth – it’s obvious he’s infatuated with his partner. two words, my angel, stands out in the manuscript you read.

“hayi, why do you never call me your angel? ever?” you ask, a slight pout on your face.

“because you are not a metaphor for me to use,” he counters, not unkindly. “you are not someone who i want to compare a mere object to.”

you see the slight disappointment in his face, and you hate yourself for it.

“maybe being compared to something would be better.” you reply softly.

“you are so much more than that,” he cradles your face in his palm, so gently it hurts.

you don’t deserve this gentleness, do you?

“who am i to take that away from you?”

the silence that follows seems louder than anything else you have ever heard. he sighs softly, not with frustration, but with a tenderness that only alhaitham can muster. he gathers you in his arms – he is so, so much bigger and taller than you – he never wants to crush you. never with his anger, nor his fear, or his hurt or his sadness.

“i’m sorry for always asking that. i don’t want to be annoying.” you murmur, blinking away tears.

“you will never be annoying to me, (y/n).” he exhales.

another quiet moment is shared between the two of you – it’s healing. the silence seems to nod to a shared understanding of a love that need not be said.

“i love you, (y/n), most magnificently so. and if it would take a lifetime for you to remember that, i would like to ask for a chance to spend that lifetime with you,” he whispers these words with a quiet fierceness, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder.

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1. The first encounter...

⋆ ࣪. Synopsis! Suguru introduces you to one of his well friends who happens to be heavily associated in the underground world.

⋆ ࣪. Pairings! Streetracer! G.Satoru x F! Reader

⋆ ࣪. Contents! Smoking, Dry humping, minimal spicy shit.

The parking garage is a vibrant spectacle of automotive art, every corner filled with the sleek lines and vibrant colors of tuned-up exotic cars. Engines roar intermittently, sending waves of sound reverberating through the space, while a mix of music genres blend into an energetic symphony. The air is electric with excitement and the smell of gasoline.

Beautiful girls, confident and stylish, stand proudly by their meticulously maintained vehicles. They exchange car jargon effortlessly, their passion evident in their animated discussions. You can't help but feel a pang of envy, admiring their knowledge and the way they effortlessly blend with the automotive culture.

"This is so cool," you mutter, almost to yourself, as you quicken your pace to catch up to Suguru. He walks with a relaxed confidence, clearly at ease in this high-octane environment. Hearing your remark, he chuckles softly, the sound a mix of amusement and understanding.

"I feel so out of place," you chuckle, trying to shake off the nervous energy. Suguru glances at you with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it," he says, his tone warm and encouraging. "Everyone starts somewhere. Just enjoy the vibe and you'll fit right in."

You take a deep breath, letting his words sink in. The vibrant atmosphere, the roaring engines, and the palpable excitement in the air slowly start to feel less intimidating and more thrilling. As you walk together, you start to appreciate the unique beauty of each car, the artistry in their modifications, and the passion of the people around you.

"Damn, and I thought your car was sick... these are next level," you tease him as you two stop in front of his tuned-up Lexus LFA. The car gleams under the garage lights, its aggressive lines and custom modifications making it a true standout.

Suguru laughs, shaking his head. "Hey, my baby can hold her own," he replies, patting the hood affectionately. "But yeah, there's some serious competition here."

You both stand there for a moment, taking in the scene. The diversity of cars is astounding, from hyper-tuned imports to classic muscle cars, each a testament to its owner's dedication and style. The atmosphere is alive with a mix of friendly rivalry and shared enthusiasm.

"So, what do you think?" Suguru asks, leaning against his car, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You chuckle, leaning on the pole next to you. "Makes me want to add some shit to my boring-ass car." Suguru grins, his eyes lighting up. "That’s the spirit—It's all about making it your own. We can start with some basics and work our way up. Trust me, once you get into it, it's addictive..."

"I have a friend. We call him Arctic. I don't think I've introduced you to him before. He's pretty damn busy most of the time. But he's pretty sick, dope skills," Suguru says, scanning the crowd for his friend. "He's one of the best out here. Knows everything there is to know about cars and driving. If anyone can help you get started, it's him."

You smile to yourself, taking in your surroundings. "There he is—come with me," Suguru exclaims, spotting someone in the distance. Before you can even respond, he grabs your arm and drags you across the garage.

"What up, Arctic," Suguru says, giving Arctic a fist bump. Arctic returns the gesture with a confident smirk. Up close, you notice his striking features: white hair that perfectly complements his icy blue eyes, and a baggy leather jacket paired with black baggy jeans. His whole look exudes effortless cool, enhanced by the confident smirk on his face.

Next to him, a sleek white modded Skyline GTR R34 stands out, gleaming under the garage lights. The car is a masterpiece, with custom bodywork, a lowered stance, and aftermarket rims. It’s clear that a lot of time and effort has gone into making it a one-of-a-kind machine.

"This is y/n, the one I grew up with," Suguru says, introducing you to his friend. You blush as all eyes turn towards you, feeling a bit awkward under the sudden spotlight. You manage an awkward wave and a shy smile.

"Oh, come on, don't go all shy now, y/n," Suguru teases, giving you a playful poke on the shoulder. Arctic chuckles, a friendly twinkle in his eyes. "No worries, we don't bite," he reassures you. "It's nice to meet you, y/n. Suguru's mentioned you before."

You cock a brow, turning your attention towards Suguru. "You’ve talked about me, huh?" you tease, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. Suguru chuckles, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh, well, maybe," he replies, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "But you know, you're my best friend. I gotta brag about you sometimes."

“I’m Arctic,” His smirk widening as he leaned on the hood of his skyline. "Where's your ride?" Arctic asks, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. His eyes never leave your figure, the smoke curling up around him.

You chuckle, feeling a bit sheepish. "I parked at the 7/11," you say, pointing in the direction of the convenience store down the street. Suguru chuckles, wrapping an arm around you. "Her ride's pretty sick," he says, grinning at Arctic. "We wrapped it up in my shop not too long ago, but everything else is just factory tuned."

Arctic smirks as he exhales a puff of smoke, his eyes glinting with amusement. "So, you're a rookie, huh?" he asks, his tone teasing. You chuckle, shrugging a little. "I guess you could say that," you admit, feeling a bit self-conscious. Suguru squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. "She's got potential," he says confidently. "And she's a quick learner."

"We'll see about that," Arctic mumbled, checking the time on his phone. "Well, I have a race to attend pretty soon," he said, stuffing his phone back in his pocket."How much they bet on?" Suguru asked, taking the cigarette from Arctic's hand and taking a puff of his own. "Viper and Scar wanted to bet on a million yen," Arctic replied casually.

Your eyes widen at the mention of the intense prize, the stakes much higher than you had anticipated. You try to keep yourself busy, not wanting to butt into their conversation. "That's a serious bet," Suguru says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "You feeling confident?" Arctic smirks, a glint of determination in his icy blue eyes. "Always," he replies.

"Arctic, they wanted to start the race early. Cops are all over the place, so it's the best time to do it," a voice calls out. You glance over to see a tall, drop-dead gorgeous girl with dark red sleek hair reaching her waist. She's wearing a bomber jacket over a short leather tube dress, and a cherry lollipop is intertwined in her fingers. She turns her gaze to you, a smile lighting up her face. "Hey, the name's Katana," she says, her eyes friendly and curious.

"Y/N," you smile back. "Sugu invited me." Suguru nods, confirming her words. "Yeah, I thought she might enjoy it," he says, giving you a playful grin. Katana's eyes light up with interest. "Well, you're in for quite the ride," she says, her tone filled with excitement.

"Alright, I better start heading over," Arctic says, standing tall and stealing a glance at you. "Katana, keep her company and get a good view of the race for her, yeah?" He smirks. Katana nods, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You got it," she says, flashing you a playful grin. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll make sure you don't miss a moment of the action."

You smile back, feeling a sense of excitement building inside you. With Arctic heading off to the starting line, you know that the race is about to begin in earnest. And with Katana by your side, you're ready to take in every thrilling moment of it.

As Arctic disappears into the crowd, you and Katana make your way to a vantage point where you can watch the race unfold. With the roar of engines and the cheers of the crowd filling the air, you can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through you.

"So, are you Arctic's girlfriend?" you ask, trying to break the silence between you two. She chuckles, shaking her head. "Hell no," she replies, a hint of amusement in her voice. You can't help but laugh at her response. "I figured as much," you say, feeling relieved that you didn't overstep any boundaries.

Katana grins, giving you a playful nudge. "Nah, we're just friends," she says, her tone light and casual. "Arctic's more like a brother to me than anything else." You nod in understanding, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her. "I get it," you say. "Suguru's the same way for me. We've been friends for years."

"Thank god," Katana says, catching you by surprise. "I've heard them mention you a couple of times in Suguru's shop, and I thought you were his girlfriend at one point." You smirk, nudging her shoulder playfully. "Is there something you wanna tell me?" you tease, enjoying the banter between you.

She blushes as she sucks on the cherry lollipop, her admission catching you off guard. "Okay, yeah, I might have a little crush on Suguru," she confesses, her cheeks flushing pink.

You can't help but smile at her honesty, feeling a sense of camaraderie with her. "Hey, nothing wrong with that," you say, giving her a reassuring nod. "Suguru's a great guy." Katana nods, her blush deepening. "Yeah, he is," she agrees, her voice soft. "But I don't think he sees me that way."

You reach out to pat her arm comfortingly. "You never know unless you try," you offer, feeling a surge of empathy for her. Katana smiles warmly, her gaze meeting yours as she looks down at you. Katana smirks, throwing a hint your way. "You know, Arctic has been single for way too long now," she says, her tone playful. You playfully roll your eyes in response. "Relax, I barely even know the man," you say, teasingly.

Katana laughs, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Fair enough," she concedes, her tone light. "But who knows? Maybe tonight's the night you two hit it off." You chuckle, diverting the conversation. "Oh look, the race is gonna start," you say, pointing towards the cars lining up next to each other. Each vehicle boasts a unique build and design, reflecting the personality and style of its owner.

As the cars rev their engines and the crowd erupts into cheers, you can't help but feel a sense of thrill coursing through you. With Katana by your side, you know that tonight's race is bound to be an unforgettable experience.

As the countdown begins and the engines roar loudly, you can feel the tension in the air building with each passing second. The anticipation is palpable as the crowd holds its breath, waiting for the signal to start. Seconds later, the cars speed off in a blur of motion, leaving behind a trail of smoke and excitement. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause as they watch the racers disappear into the distance.

As the cars navigate the sharp turns with ease, it's clear to see that Arctic is in the lead. His car moves with precision and grace, effortlessly drifting around the corners with skill and finesse.

You and Katana watch in awe as Arctic's car powers ahead of the competition, leaving the other racers trailing behind in his wake. With each turn of the race, his lead only seems to widen, solidifying his position as the frontrunner.

As Arctic's car speeds towards the finish line, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside you. With each passing moment, it becomes increasingly clear that tonight's race is his to win, a testament to his skill and determination as a racer.

As the crowd erupts into cheers and applause, you and Katana join in, cheering Arctic on as he crosses the finish line in first place. With a victorious grin, he emerges from his car, basking in the adulation of the crowd as he celebrates his well-deserved win

You and Katana exchange excited glances before hurrying down to meet Arctic and Suguru by the finish line. As you approach, you can see Arctic grinning from ear to ear, his victory evident in the way he holds himself with confidence.

"That was one hell of a win, Arctic," Katana says, her voice filled with admiration as she engulfs him in a hug. Arctic's smirk widens as he accepts her embrace, clearly relishing in the victory. As he looks over at the other two men, who look bitter for losing, Arctic's expression remains confident. He knows he raced well and earned his win fair and square. "Thanks, Katana," Arctic replies, his tone appreciative.

You smile and give Arctic a small high five. "Good shit right there. Guess Suguru was right," you say, chuckling. Suguru stacks the wad of cash down on Arctic's arms, a satisfied smile on his face. "Three million yen for the winner," he announces, the sound of money rustling in the air.

Arctic takes the money with confidence, his smirk widening at the sight of his winnings. "Just know, next time I'm not letting you win so easily, Arctic," a taller, lean man says, his voice laced with challenge. His dark hair contrasts with the scar on his lip, giving him a rugged appearance.

Arctic's smirk doesn't falter as he looks up to meet the man's gaze. "Looking forward to it, Scar," he replies, his tone confident. You and Katana exchange glances, sensing the tension in the air. Just before things got serious, the sound of cop sirens echoed in the distance, sending a ripple of panic through the crowd. "Cops!" someone yells, their voice carrying over the chaos as everyone scrambles to their vehicles, engines roaring to life.

Your heart races as you realize the gravity of the situation. You mentally curse yourself for parking so far away, but there's no time to dwell on it now. With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you follow the crowd, weaving your way through the chaos as you search for your car. Amidst the commotion, you spot Suguru and Katana ahead, already making their way towards their cars. You bury the worry at the back of your mind as you make your way near the 7/11, unlocking your dark purple Nissan 240sx. Parking this far did slow you down from the rest of the people, but you waste no time as the engine roars to life.

With a quick glance in the rearview mirror to make sure no cops are in sight, you swerve out of the parking lot, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you push the car to its limits. The familiar roar of the engine is music to your ears as you navigate through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic with practiced skill.

Your heart races as you mentally curse yourself out, the cops hot on your tail as you swerve through any sharp turns between buildings, desperately trying to lose them. Your eyes widen as you spot a familiar white-haired man running between the alleyways, with cops right on his heels.

"Fuck," you mutter to yourself, realizing it's Arctic. Without hesitation, you stop the car and unlock the doors. "Get in!" you yell, urgency in your voice.

Arctic wastes no time, jumping into the car as the engine roars to life. With the cops still in pursuit, you hit the gas, speeding off with determination. The adrenaline courses through your veins as you navigate the streets, pushing the car to its limits in an effort to outmaneuver the law.

The sound of sirens fills the air as the cops continue their pursuit, hot on your tail once again. But you refuse to give up without a fight, weaving through traffic and taking every opportunity to lose them.

As minutes passed and you finally lost the cops, Arctic looked back to make sure they were completely gone before turning to you. "Since when the fuck did you learn to run away from cops?" he asks, his tone incredulous. Arctic raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. Sliding off his leather jacket to reveal a tight tank top that shows off his muscles and tattoos, he leans back in his seat with a smirk.

Arctic chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And this 240sx is sick, although we could tune it up for you," he says, taking a good look at the clean interior. You smile and nod, intrigued. "Speaking of which, where the hell is your car?” Arctic chuckles, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I lost the cops and parked in an empty garage," he explains. "I figured walking could help me blend in, but those cops know my pretty face too well."

You arch an eyebrow at Arctic's response, a smirk playing on your lips. "Okay then, where to, pretty boy?" you tease, your eyes focused on the road ahead as your hand shifts the stick shift with ease. Arctic returns your smirk, his gaze fixed on you with amusement. "Suguru's shop," he suggests, his voice confident. "He should be there by now with Katana."

You nod in agreement, a sense of determination driving you forward as you turn the radio up. The familiar beats of your favorite song fill the car, adding to the excitement of the night.

“♫ nights like this - the kid laroi...”

As you and Arctic come to a stop in front of Suguru's shop, you both exchange confused glances as you notice that it's empty. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach.

You turn to Arctic, who looks just as perplexed as you feel. "This is weird," you mutter, your voice tinged with concern. Arctic nods in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah, it doesn't make sense," he agrees, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of activity.

Without hesitation, you dial Suguru's phone number, holding your breath as you wait for him to answer. "Hello?" his voice comes through the line, and you feel a wave of relief wash over you. "Hey, Suguru, where are you? Are you with Katana?" you ask, trying to keep the concern out of your voice.

Suguru's voice comes through slightly muffled, and you can hear loud music pulsing in the background. "Yeah, we're at my place."

You exchange a glance with Arctic, both of you puzzled by Suguru's response. "We're outside your shop, it's empty. We thought you'd be here," you explain, your confusion growing. "We? Who are you with?" Suguru asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You pause, exchanging a puzzled glance with Arctic before replying, "Uh, I'm with Arctic. We were just checking in on the shop and noticed it was empty."

There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Suguru responds, his voice tinged with confusion. "Arctic? What's he doing there?" he asks, sounding genuinely puzzled. You relay the explanation to Suguru over the phone, "He needed a ride. Cops were hot on him," you explain succinctly, trying to keep the conversation light.

There's a brief pause before Suguru responds, his voice filled with understanding. "Ah, gotcha. Thanks for looking out for him," he says, sounding relieved. You nod, even though Suguru can't see you. "No problem. We'll catch up with you later," you say, before ending the call.

"It's just us tonight then," you reply, slipping your phone into your back pocket as you glance around the empty street. Arctic sighs beside you, pulling out the keys to the shop. "Want a cold beer?" he offers, gesturing towards the door of the shop and holding it open for you.

"Sure," you smile, appreciating the offer as you step inside. The familiar scent of grease and engine oil fills the air, mingling with the sound of distant traffic outside. As Arctic heads over to the fridge, you take a moment to look around the shop, feeling a sense of comfort in the familiar surroundings.

Sitting on one of the chairs, you watch as Arctic walks back with two cans of beer in his hands. He settles on the floor in front of you, opening one of the cans with a sigh. "Hey, y/n, I'm very thankful you saved my ass back there," he says, chuckling softly as he props his hands on his knees.

You smile, taking another sip of beer as Arctic's expression turns serious. "It's nothing really," you insist, but he shakes his head. "It is actually. If we got caught..." His voice trails off, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I would've gotten you in deep shit."

Confused, you tilt your head, trying to understand what he means. "What do you mean?" you ask, furrowing your brow. "It's not all about cars and underground racing, at least for some people," Arctic says, taking a thoughtful sip of his beer. You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his statement. "There's more to it?" you ask, curious to hear his perspective.

Arctic's chuckle fills the air as he teases, "Way more to it, I would tell ya', but I don't wanna scare such a pretty girl off." His playful comment makes you blush, feeling a warm flush spread across your face. "But now you've got me all curious," you admit, a playful glint in your eyes.

Arctic smiles, enjoying your reaction. "Maybe someday I'll tell you the whole story. But for now, let's just say that underground racing isn't always what it seems," he says, taking another sip of his beer. You nod, intrigued by his mysterious past. "I'll hold you to that," you say, a smile playing on your lips.

You both sit in the quiet of the shop, enjoying each other's company and the cold beers, "Call me Satoru," Arctic says, breaking the silence with a gentle smile. You nod, feeling a sense of closeness with him as he shares his name. "Satoru," you repeat, the name rolling off your tongue easily.

"Nice to officially meet you, Satoru," you say, returning his smile with one of your own.

As Satoru watched your warm smile light up your face, a pang of guilt burrowed into his heart. You were genuine, and he could see that just by looking at you. He found himself wanting to get to know you more, to delve into the depths of your personality and share his own secrets with you. But as he considered the dangers that lay ahead, he couldn't help but wonder if he was ready to bring you down to his level.

The underground racing scene was fraught with danger and uncertainty, and Satoru knew that involving you in his world could put you at risk. He couldn't bear the thought of bringing harm to someone as kind and genuine as you.

Lost in his thoughts, Satoru grappled with his inner turmoil, unsure of what to do next. Should he distance himself from you, to keep you safe from the dangers that surrounded him? Or should he take a chance and open up to you, risking both of your safety in the process?

"I'm sure you won't scare me, Satoru," you whispered, your gaze drifting off into the distance, lost in thought. Satoru's heart skipped a beat at your words, surprised by your response. He had expected you to be cautious, to pull away from him in light of the dangers that surrounded him. But instead, you showed him a kindness and understanding that he had not anticipated.

"We all have a story that changes someone's perception of us, don't we?" you said, your voice soft as you looked at Satoru. He met your gaze, sensing the depth of your words. There was a knowing look in your eyes, a recognition that you, too, had secrets that you kept hidden from the world.

Satoru nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, we do," he said, his voice tinged with understanding.

"I was thinking we should get rid of the seats and add better ones, upgrade the suspension of your car, and change these damn stock tires," Suguru chuckled, wiping the sweat beads from his forehead. You nodded, crossing your arms as you watched Suguru take a couple of notes on your car. "Also upgrading the engine would be a big help. Geez, next thing you know, you're the next Arctic," you chuckled.

Suguru sighed as he made his way towards you, a hint of concern in his eyes. "But your pockets are gonna hurt," he admitted, his tone serious. You smirked, feeling a surge of determination. "I said give me notes on what would be best for my car. If I didn't have the money, I wouldn't be coming to you," you said confidently.

Suguru chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. "One night with Arctic and you're already acting like him," he mumbled teasingly, giving you a playful nudge.

Before you could respond, a loud engine roared through the parking lot of Suguru's shop. You both turned to look, and there was Satoru's white skyline, making an entrance. You couldn't help but smile as he stepped out of the car, looking effortlessly good in his baggy cargo pants paired with a black tight compression shirt.

"Hey, pretty girl," Satoru greeted you with a warm smile, giving you a small hug before turning to give Suguru a fist bump. Suguru's eyebrow raised at the new nickname Arctic had given you. You couldn't help but blush at the nickname, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Hey, Satoru," you replied, returning his smile.

"Satoru?" Suguru asked, a playful tone in his voice. "Damn, I'm hurt he doesn't even let me call him that," he joked, grabbing onto the cloth of his shirt near his heart and acting as if he had just been stabbed.

You chuckled, trying to shake off the unexpected flutter in your chest as your eyes lingered on Satoru longer than you had anticipated. Satoru caught your gaze and offered you a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made you feel at ease.

You quickly looked away, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks. "So, about those car upgrades..." you began, trying to steer the conversation back to safer territory. Satoru's laughter filled the air, his steps closing the gap between you with subtle determination.

He was fully aware of your attempt of diverting the conversation, noticing how shy you got as your face turned red.

“♫ poison - bell biv devoe..."

As the two boys worked on the car with what they had, your gaze kept drifting to Satoru. Sweat beaded on his forehead, making the tips of his hair damp. His biceps flexed with each movement, drawing your attention as you smiled to yourself.

"Someone can't keep her eyes off, huh?" Startling you a bit, Katana, who unexpectedly arrived, gave you a warm hug. You laughed nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught. "Hey, Katana," you said, returning her hug. "I, uh, was just admiring their work."

Katana grinned, giving you a knowing look. "Sure, sure," she teased, before turning her attention to Suguru and Satoru. "Hey boys." As she greeted the boys, they got back to work on the car. "Damn, you have a pretty sick car already." Katana said, taking a seat next to you. "And the color is gorgeous."

"Thanks, so, did anything happen last night with you and Suguru? I heard you headed back to his place after the race," you chuckled, nudging her playfully. She bit her lip, blushing slightly, and glanced over at the tall, muscular suguru, who had his hair half up, half down, focused on the machine in front of him. "We might've made out" She giggled as you smiled in surprise.

"Well, what about you? I heard you and Arctic were at the shop alone?" She smirked. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru smiled to himself, pleased that he brought up in the conversation. "Yeah, well we just talked." You shrugged.

Katana's face dropped, "You're lying?" Satoru couldn't help but laugh lightly at her reaction. "No, I'm not...but I need to know the details about you and Suguru!" You say shrugging off your interaction with Satoru.

Soon enough the two boys had enough of working with the car, meanwhile you and Katana had just finished up catching up any latest gossip in your lives. "So, the cars gonna need to stay for the night." Satoru says leaning on the wall next to you.

"I'll take you home, yeah?" Satoru suggested, with a knowing smirk on his face. Katana looked over at Suguru with a playful grin, "Me and Sugu are heading out," Without hesitation Suguru and Katana parted their own way, leaving you and Satoru alone in the garage of Suguru's shop.

The engine beneath you roared lowly as you sat in Satoru's white skyline, the awkward silence lingering between you two as he scrolled through his phone, looking for a song to play in order to keep the ride less awkward.

"So how's the car looking so far?" You asked as you nervously play with your fingers, he smirked setting his phone down. "Looking pretty nasty right now, soon you'll be driving around looking pretty badass." His eyes glued onto you.

"Pretty car and a pretty girl driving it, you're gonna have to watch out." You blushed at his words, his voice being less playful this time...more seductive. You cocked your head to the side, "Yeah?"

He leaned in closer, his face only a few inches away from yours, his scent of sweat and musk overwhelming your senses. You could feel the heat radiating from him making your heart race. His eyes bore with amusement and something else you couldn't quite catch "Yeah."

As you smiled he couldn't but chuckle as your response, his thumb gently tracing the bottom of you lip, "Watch out for what?" You whispered as your eyes shadowed pure lust.

Closing the gap between you two, his lips gently meet yours. He kissed you slowly and deeply, his hand on your jaw keeping your head tilted towards him. His tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring every inch as the kiss deepens.

“♫ Gata Only - FloyyMenor, Cris MJ..."

"Is it bad that I've been wanting this ever since last night?" You whispered, gently pulling away from the kiss as a string of saliva connects between yours and Satoru's lips. He chuckled as he wiped away some of the saliva from your lip with his thumb.

"You've been thinking about me?" He said with a smirk, his eyes roaming over your face, you nodded as your eyes were glued to his icy blue eyes and his peachy pink lips. His hands still cupping your jaw as his thumb traces your lower lip.

"Come here, sit" patting his thigh, indicating for you to straddle his lip. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't find him attractive the first night you met him. But you honestly didn't expect the night to turn out like this just on the second night of knowing him either.

"Are you sure?" You asked in a whispered manner. Satoru smiled nodding his head, his hands gently pulling you to sit on his lap. He positioned you so that you were straddling his thighs, your body pressed against his.

"Perfect view of my pretty girl." Satoru mumbled as his hands gripped your hip tighter, looking up at you as his eyes roamed over your body. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, his touch gentle but firm. He pushed your skirt up slightly, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your inner thighs.

Sending shivers down your spine, being touched by someone was something you definitely lacked as the years went on. "Satoru," You softly whimpered. He paused at the sound of his name. Pulling away slightly so he could get a good look at your face. "Yes, my pretty girl?" His voice was low and his eyes also now filled with lust.

"Touch me more."

A wide smirk spreads across his face hearing your request, "Anything for you my love." His hands grip you tighter, pulling you flush agaisnt his chest. His lips onslaught on your neck, planting hot, open mouthed kisses along your skin, his hands explore your body, roaming under your shirt.

As he continued to explore your body, his hands and lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touch. He pushes your shirt up, his fingers tracing over the bare skin of your breast. "Beautiful," he groans as his lips move down to your chest, planting kisses along your collarbone and the top of your breast.

He groaned loudly as he feels you rock back and forth, the friction between your bodies making him lose his composure. His hands grip your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he urges you to keep moving. Smirking at his sudden lost of composure you lean in. His soft peachy lips sweetly lingering onto yours.

He moans into the kiss, his lips parting to allow your tongue entrance. He kisses you back hungrily, his tongue tangling with yours as he pull you even closer to him. One of his hands move up to the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as he devours your mouth.

"Fuck me," You mutter pulling away from the kiss.

Before Satoru could even respond, interrupting the moment your phone vibrated with the loud ringtone. He looked at your phone in annoyance. The heavy shared breaths lingered as you grab your phone from your bag.

Your blood ran cold reading the contact in front of you,

Dad <3

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fanaticsnail · 8 months

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I'm so glad u liked the idea of the shanks shenanigans! All I can think about is him going "WHERE THE HELL is this woman?"

Where is my bride?

Thank you for propelling the Shanks thought. I love it and its made my mind dance a little bit. Allow me to share a small glimpse of where his little plot is leading my mind away. @sordidmusings & @feral-artistry, thank you for always hearing my thoughts before I run with them like a mad woman.

Here is the direction I'm running with: snippet under the cut!

Shanks awoke in a cold sweat, his mind racing with the cool chill of horrifying thoughts that began to once again plague him.

The eyes. There was something in the eyes. Those haunting eyes that had consumed his thoughts with visions of his own mortality. His heart began to bind, a covenant once again sealing his fate with the circlet of gold he thought once was lost. No whisper of a face, nor semblance of a name were granted to him. Only those eyes.

The only sound that rang in his ears was a laugh akin to the greatest melody and a soft whisper of appreciation. Shanks closed his eyes, focussing on the words coming to him. He hung on every single one of the words springing into his thoughts, his fist balled and lying firmly on his right knee.

"What a beautiful ring, Luffy! Thank you, Captain. I will cherish it always." The melodic laugh relayed and echoed within the chasms of his mind. He furrowed his brows in deep focus, searching for more words to hold firm to.

"Let's make it interesting, huh? I'll wait at the chapel and by the sun meeting the horizon, setting its light over the ocean on the seventh day - I will wed the next person to ask me. Always wanted to get married, and what a fun way to do it. Seven days should give Zoro enough time to recover, no?"

Shanks' eyes reopened: meeting with a spectre of a woman of unspeakable horrors.

Eyes as deep as the sea; pupil-less and unblinking, hair as black as ink and skin as pale and grey as the clouds that split the storm over the ocean.

"Seven days, Red-Hair Shanks," Her otherworldly voice hissed its warning at him, "And I will lay claim to your soul."

"Sapsorrow," Shanks whispered, continuing to stare into her transparent form as it faded from vision in tufts of scentless smoke, "I will find her. Mark my words, witch. I will find her."

"May the sea carry you home to her, Captain," The spectre spoke, a bitter and haunting laugh followed and shook the walls of the captain's quarters.

Shanks flung the duvet from his body, his bare feet finding the floor and carrying him above.

"All hands! All hands to the deck!" He shouted, running to begin releasing the rigging from the mast and unrolling the sheets. Beckman was the first to arise at the commotion.

"Where's the battle, Captain?" He roared, his grey eyes scanning over the sea for an incoming enemy.

"Sapsorrow, Becks," He stuttered, his eyes wide and frantic, "Seven days until she kills me. Gotta find her." Beckman stepped closer to his captain, searching his wild eyes and witnessing his hair sticking to his paled forehead under the glue of sweat.

"I've got to find my bride and wed her in seven days."

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #x reader #opla fic #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks fairytale au #shanks sapsorrow au #red hair shanks x reader #akagami no shanks #sapsorrow au

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huckleberrykai · 1 year

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txt ~ why's it spicy?

pairing: txt x fem!reader scenario: txt vs plumping lip gloss warnings: just kisses !! silly lil hcs, reader wears makeup (lipgloss) obvs, maybe suggestive if u squint notes: IDEA FROM MY LOVELY 🐙 ANON! sorry this took so so long i've been so busy and distracted 😭 i think the ask was from like july but this idea was so cute and funny i love it ! i hope you like it <3 click here for my masterlist!

soobin:

baby is shook oh my god

soobin is such a kissy boyfriend, whenever you're alone together his lips are always on you somewhere ~ usually your own lips

and you love it, happily letting him kiss you all the time... completely forgetting the plumping lipgloss you tried out today.

he kisses you for a little bit - then pulls away f a s t

"baby.. did you eat something spicy? i- ouch"

rubbing his lips like a maniac

very obviously trying not to offend you but that lip gloss is ZESTY

"oh it's probably my lip gloss... it's supposed to tingle. it makes your lips plumper."

ensue confused soob

*scrunchy disgusted confused face activated*

"your lips are perfect already...? and that stuff burns. please throw it out... you don't need it."

pouty soob when you tell him you like the colour and don't wanna wipe it off heheh

basically BEGS bcs he wants to kiss u so bad

u have him the the palm of ur hand bro pls wipe it off for his sake 😮‍💨

yeonjun:

yeonjun LOVESSS messy makeouts

especially when you wear gloss bcs the smudges get him all riled up

bonus points for bright colours so when you kiss his neck or cheeks he can see the sticky marks - sure they're a bitch to clean off but man he loves it

so when he gets home to see the thick shiny red lip gloss on your lips he's a goner. he is ON you in seconds

"welcome home jun-mhph!"

very lost in you... it takes him a second to feel it but he ignores it

until it stops tingling just a little starts to STING

"y/n i think something's wrong."

and ur just like ??? until you realise

u start giggling at the fact his already plump lips are even bigger

"why do my lips hurt? it's like .. burning? am i allergic to your lip gloss? that sucks, you look so kissable :("

gets less sad when you explain it to him

"ohhh well it looks pretty. but please wipe it off, it hurts to kiss you."

and if you refuse.. man does nawttt give a fuck

will absolutely kiss you anyway even if it hurts LOL

beomgyu:

oh my god he's so dramatic

your lips look so shiny and pretty like his favourite jelly candies

and he lovesss kissing you when you have lipgloss on. especially when its the strawberry one you wear a lot

but this time the pink colour on your candy lips was nottt strawberry

when he lunged into kiss you you tried to warn him! but he was not taking any notice! whatsoever!

"gyu wait i'm- mfph"

"YAAH WHAT POISON IS THAT! IT BURNS OH MY GOD"

rubbing fistfuls of tissues on his mouth

you absolutely burst out laughing

"it's just plumping lipgloss gyu... it's not poison"

"it tastes like you rubbed tabasco on there, how are you not crying?"

you just put more on to prove a point~ and since he messed it up with his kiss

"it's pretty. makes my lips look bigger too"

"what, so you can look like a fish? i miss the strawberry one :("

whines and whines like a child til you wipe it off

straddles you lap and applies the other one for you before slapping his lips against your own.

"better?" "much better."

taehyun:

taehyun usually doesn't kiss you when you're wearing lipstick or lipgloss

he doesn't like the sticky feeling and he also respects how long it takes you to do your makeup~ he appreciates the artistry and he's not gonna ruin that

usually resorts to cheek kisses or just hugs/handholding in public since he's not much of a pda guy. he knows you know he loves you and thats enough for him <3

but when he gets back from a trip and you meet him in a quiet corner of the airport before he gets swarmed by paparazzi, he just has to kiss you :(

you figured he'd wait until you were home for anything more than a hug, but when he smacks his lips on yours the second you're in his arms you squeal against his lips.

"what's wrong?" he pulls back at your squealing.

"i'm wearing plumping lipgloss. it might tingle a bit if you kiss me."

"i missed you too much to care. plus i could use a little plumping."

you laugh at him and he gives you one of his big happy grins, bearing his sharp teeth before diving right back in.

"damn that's spicy. i mean if you like it.. whatever. but ouch."

definitely laughed with you when people on twitter were commenting on his sparkly plump lips in the paparazzi photos on the way out of the airport >.<

hueningkai:

kai coming over for a very unplanned cuddle sesh was very exciting!!

but the unplanned-ness of it also meant he showed up before you had time to take off your makeup and get comfy

and without thinking you puckered your lips for a kiss before he even got through the front door

and being the obsessed lovely boyfie he is.. he isn't gonna turn down your delectable looking lips

so sweet boy is hit with the tingle of your gloss before you can remember to warn him

"... why are you spicy?"

????

"hm? oh sorry i forgot to take my lipgloss off."

"oh. why on earth did you buy spicy lipgloss?"

absolutely starts laughing his ass off thinking you bought it for the flavour

"its supposed to be plumping!! it tingles so they plump up!"

the defence does not help. laughs even harder.

"so you're trying to make them swell up? they look cute as they are! you should stick to the grape one, then you taste like grape juice and not spicy ramen."

half assed wipes it off with his thumbs and cups your cheeks gently and gives you more kisses

"mmm never wear that one again please."

"hm.. only if you let me cuddle molang."

"deal."

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— 𝐩𝐨𝐯

✧·˚ elias shows you his tattoos

your fingers are gentle as you trace over the healed ink on elias’ warm bare skin, it’s enough to make his heart skip a beat or two. elias watches as your focused eyes are glued to his chest, scanning over his large chest piece.

“did it hurt?” you ask softly, eyes still glued to the intricate details of the piece.

“definitely one of my more painful tattoos, when they did my sternum it felt like my whole body was vibrating.” he says, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt and soon finding their place on your hips.

elias loved when you sat on his lap, you always seemed so comfortable there, like it was where you belonged.

“did you use numbing cream?”

“nah i powered through it like a champ.”

“something tells me you most certainly did not take it like a champ.” you laugh and elias pinches your sides playfully.

“hey tattoos are painful!”

"right right i'm sorry, you're very brave for enduring the pain." a silence falls on both of you as you continue tracing the healed ink on his chest. "you know i've thought of getting a tattoo before all this happened and i have to say, i'm definitely getting one after this is all over."

elias smiles and thinks your words over for a moment, 'after all this is over.'

"i don't know if i ever apologized properly to you," your hand stills on his chest as you lock eyes with him. "i'm sorry i dragged you into all this and that you have to live your life from inside this safe house."

"i appreciate the apology, but i don't think its necessary. you saved my life elias, if you didn't 'drag me into all this' i would be dead. so i think i'll be okay living in this house with you for a little longer." your hand brushes a stray hair from his face and you place a small kiss on his cheek.

elias turns to meet your eyes and he can’t help be notice how lovingly you look at him, like he’s hung every star in the sky. he’s only seen this kind of look once; with his parents, but then he remembers how that ended. he quickly looks down at his hands and tries to redirect the conversation again to a different tattoo.

“i think this one was the least painful.” he clears his throat and holds his forearm up a bit to show you the ink he is speaking of and you once again trace over the lines of it gently to really take in the artistry of the fine lines.

“i like the thin lines of this one, it makes it look like a finished sketch.”

“yeah i like the thin lines too.” he looks at you again unintentionally. he can’t help how naturally he’s drawn to you.

“would you come with me to get my first tattoo?” a soft smile paints your features after you ask elias the question.

“yeah i would love that.” he matches your happy expression. “i can hold your hand if it gets to be too much, i mean only if you want me to—”

“i would love that.” you take his hand in yours and give him that look again and elias can feel his face grow hot at the close proximity.

your free hand trails over elias’ chest tattoo once more and elias feels himself leaning back on instinct as you lean in closer. your eyes flicker to his parted lips only for a moment before they return to his eyes. you feel his heart rate speed up at your action and you can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“do you want me to kiss you elias?”

his heart beat is now thundering in his ears and he nods faster than he means to.

your lips connect as soon as his head stills and he’s eyes flutter shut. he feels like a teenage boy who just got his first kiss even though he knows this isn’t his first kiss with you nor the last. something about the whole scene felt so intimate, the tattoo tracing, close proximity, everything.

elias’ hand finds its way to your cheek and traces your jawline down to your neck all while he deepens the kiss.

“you know” elias says in between kisses. “i was thinking maybe we could…” you pull away to let him finish talking, a string of saliva connects the both of you before you quickly wipe it away with a giggle, elias smiles and clears his throat before sitting up.

“maybe we could get matching tattoos together, only if you’d want to of course! i just though cause we’re gonna be bonded for life no matter what so why not have something physical that ties us to each other.”

“i would love that, let’s get little stars on a the side of our wrists!”

“you been thinking about this?” elias asks as you snuggle into his side on the couch.

“maybe. i’ve always liked that idea of small simple matching tattoos.”

.love always <3 pearl

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danieyells · 4 months

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After Hotaburi's chapter i was very curious about Zenji voicelines! Can i ask for them, please?

@yuri-is-online YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT OVERWHELMING ME although I appreciate the concern!! If I get overwhelmed or need a break I just put it aside until I'm ready or have the time and energy and attention span or ideas if necessary haha so no need to worry there 'u' (Also. . .good luck with those fics lolol)

ZENJI IS OUR LAST BOI. Until we get Ed and Lyca anyway. Which will honestly probably be in like. A week or two. Possibly less. I had my suspicions when I first read his that he was a ghost lol knowing he is. . .it gives them a little different feeling I guess haha.

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Why, hello there, my dear. Suppose we kick off another swanky day here?"

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Come now, read those messages out, won't you? They're fan letters for me, aren't they? ...They're not?"

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"You want to know the meaning of my words? I see— I'll have to give you a lecture on romanticism."

"What's this? Well, it's a biwa, of course. It's a biwa just as you are yourself."

what does that mean tho. . .i mean i get what it means but also it feels like it must mean something. . . .

"Girls, be ambitious... Dream big, my dear."

proud women enjoyer zenji kotodama

"A man who's everywhere but can be found nowhere... That's what it means to be an inspired man of the quill."

i think that's just what it means to be a ghost bby. . . . . . . . . . .

"Heh. There's no doubt about it. Zenji Kotodama is once again the most styling man on campus. These glad rags are the cat's pajamas."

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Come now, let's depart in search of something sensational."

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Oh, have you come to see me? This is troubling. I'm afraid I'm out of autographs."

where have you been distributing them. . .?

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"What am I doing here? ...I'm people-watching."

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Ordinarily I ask for write-ins for my advice salon on the World Wide Web...but tonight, I'm taking it out into the field."

i wonder if he's waiting to encounter people who'll be able to see and hear him or if he's just like. . .genuinely ignoring/forgetting/disregarding that he isn't seen or heard. . .or maybe he was ignored a lot in his lifetime too so he doesn't question that people don't respond. . . .

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"The moon is beautiful... I always look forward to passing the hours in conversation with you and Towa on nights like these."

i thought you didn't hang around jabberwock after dark because the dark was dangerous tho. . .maybe if the moon is big and bright he doesn't mind because it's not as dark lolol

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"My folktale videos? I filmed them at Haku's behest, but I can't imagine these old things will capture my fans' hearts..."

based on that the Urashima Taro video has his voice in it but his character story recording doesn't have him or his voice in it(and Haku deliberately tries to make the background interesting because he knows it'll only be the background and biwa sounds,) I think his voice can be recorded but if he's visibly in the recording it won't be captured? That or Haku has recording equipment that can capture ghost voices, but not images???

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"It truly is the age of YouTube. Can you fathom the romance of my artistry spreading to all four corners of the globe?"

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Every tool has its own knack you've got to acquire to use it properly. Behold— my mastery with a fishing pole!"

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"This doll here is special. The moment I met him I felt a destiny such that I knew we couldn't be strangers."

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Oh, I didn't mean to give you a fright... I ought to have expected this. A sudden brush with an inspired man of the quill would take anyone's breath away."

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"Have you got any siblings, my dear? Why no, I don't mean anything by it. Just a little morning conversation."

i can imagine him looking fondly at his doll as he says he doesn't mean anything by it. His sibling isn't one of the most important things in the world to him or anything. He's just making conversation. btw in Japanese he says "morning talk" which sounds an awful lot like "pillow talk" to me and idk how many people would be comfortable discussing their siblings after the deed--

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Are you going to Mortkranken, my dear? ...I see. No, I don't mean anything by it. Are you hurt? I hope you'll take care."

so while it makes sense for Zenji to ask this as he is noted in his profile to be a worrywart, not to mention he died on campus, but also. . .y'know, his brother lives there.

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you. Apparently my footsteps give the general students the heebie-jeebies..."

In Japanese it does clarify that he moves without the sound of footsteps at all because the general students freak out hearing his footsteps since they can't see him

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"A swanky morning calls for a swanky breakfast, and some swanky radio calisthenics."

apparently radio calisthenics are still pretty popular in japan. in any case man are you sure you died like a year ago you sound so old

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"Why, Subaru hasn't risen yet. Go ahead and wake him, won't you, my dear? I'll accompany your efforts from here with my biwa."

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"A burst of inspiration has taken hold of me... No. The ghost of artistry has possessed my soul!"

okay well be careful with ghosts taking over your soul you don't have a ton left if you lose that--

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"To be a Darkwick student is to greet danger as an old friend... But I hope that Haku and Subaru have a long life ahead of them."

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Zenji Kotodama is a wonderful name, don't you think? A sensational name befitting of my sensational sensibilities."

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Trouble sleeping? Then I'll read you a story. How about Urashima Taro?"

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"I was standing by your pillow last night? Horsefeathers, I'd never. I was there the night before last."

BABY I DON'T THINK THAT'S BETTER. YOU ARE STILL WATCHING THEM SLEEP. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WATCH THEM DO.

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Go ahead and eat. No, don't give me another thought—I'm on a diet, you see. Watching you is enough food for my soul."

you see why i suspected initially that he didn't know he was dead? can you eat at all buddy?? i don't think it's a diet if you've lost the ability to consume food. . . .

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Haku's busy today—film me in his stead, won't you?"

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I've got a little story about a hapless fool of a man... I'm sure it's hardly worth listening to. I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to share it with you?"

the true stories seem like the ones he wants to avoid. . .'a hapless fool of a man's story that isn't worth listening to but i'd still like to share' sounds an awful lot like it must be about him and his life. . . . In Japanese he says 「救いようのない、馬鹿な男の物語さ」 "it's the story of an irredeemable/hopeless, stupid man.". . .who did you hurt, Zenji?

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"To be able to look into your eyes and bid you good night... I'm the luckiest fella for miles around."

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"Maybe we did meet too late. But it's all right. I promise I'll find you in the next life."

but. . .but we have this life. . .although this is one of the few acknowledgements he really gives of his own ghostly nature. He wants to be able to live with you. To be tangibly there for you, to touch you and support you, to be able to show you off to others. . .but he can't be recognized. He can't be seen or heard but by a select few, it's only thanks to Haku that he can be seen or heard by you. It's too late for something 'real' now. So he can plan for the future. For the next life. He'll find you when you're both alive and then you can do everything you'd want to do with a real physical boyfriend. He promises.

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"In spring, the dawn... Red tinges the slowly paling mountain rim... Ah... These mountain fellas must've been goofy for some doll..."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"There is hope buried under the cherry trees... It means that spring is the season of chance encounters."

isn't the like. rumor that cherry blossoms are pink because they dye their petals with the blood of corpses buried beneath them or something? i swear i read that somewhere. apparently it comes from a poem. is hope a body buried under a sakura tree. is that where they buried you, Zenji?

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The cherry blossoms of Hotarubi are ephemeral—they bloom only to be quickly washed away by the rain. But I am rather fond of that way of life."

Zenji simultaneously lives in Acceptance and Denial stages of grief it seems lol

(between 8pm and 5am)

"The beauty of the cherry blossoms under the night sky inspired me to pick up my pen... Oh, it has gotten easier to lift."

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Have you seen him!? Who? Why, my doll, of course! This is very troubling. I've got to find him before the boogeymen stir!"

. . .somehow this reminds me of the Jiro dialogue where he's like "if Yuri asks where I am, tell him i went to bed, i'm going out" lol if the doll reminds him of Jiro, it seems to make sense that now and then it wanders off on its own. I wonder where it's going though?

(between 11am and 4pm)

"My ideal summer vacation? I wish to lay down my burdens in the springs of Yugawara and pursue my wordsmithery in peace, as so many greats have done before me."

Yugawara is a hot spring town in Japan! Apparently since the Meiji era people would go there for inspiration and such thanks to the atmosphere

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"This master wordsmith studied by the light of fireflies... I see. Haku! Turn out the lights!"

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I heard a frightful rumor... Apparently the ghost of a dead student has been spotted around Hotarubi..."

THAT'S YOU. YOU ARE THE SCARY GHOST OF A DEAD STUDENT. PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU MORE BECAUSE IT'S SUMMER.

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"Fall is the perfect season for a new book, and I have the perfect one for you... From inspired man of the quill Zenji Kotodama, the fruit of his sweat and blood... "Body.""

(between 11am and 4pm)

"A song for you in the season of the arts... From inspired lute priest Zenji Kotod— Wait, where are you going!?"

why is this the one time 'biwa' is translated to 'lute' lol. . .although 'lute priest' does sound way better than 'biwa priest'

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Gauging the literary significance of this video by something as insignificant as views... Horsefeathers, isn't it?"

yeah!!! don't judge your worth by views or follows, zenji!!!

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I've decided to make you the heroine of my next work... A beautiful princess who bites into a poisoned apple and falls into a deep slumber... and seven of you!"

a fascinating retelling of Snow White. . .Snow White And The Seven Snow Whites. . . .

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"Good morning, fellas! Time for my biwa recital to color the chill of this frigid sunrise! I call it "Six O'Clock in the Morning.""

zenji nO PEOPLE ARE TRYNA SLEEP

(between 11am and 4pm)

"There's a rumor going around that you can hear a biwa playing in the music room when no one's there... I go all the time though, and I've never heard it..."

again. . .that's because it's you. . . .

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The setting sun... The sky dyed purple... Your beautiful profile, obscured... (gasp) I've been struck by inspiration!! My dear, I have to leave you here!"

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Are you cold? Then let me warm you up... My dear, why are you scooting away? I'll only make you colder...?"

it really seems like he forgets he's a ghost pretty often lmao

His birthday: (June 19th)

"Is this...a birthday present...? (hic) (sob) I'm the luckiest fella around...!"

people don't give him gifts often huh. . .or he's just very emotional. both could be true.

Your birthday:

"I've planned the perfect day to celebrate the miracle of your birth... We'll start with an ode to you, accompanied by my biwa."

he planned you a whole outing or maybe a party! with all day musical accompaniment!! What a sweetheart!!

New Years: (January 1st)

"Happy New Year, my dear. I'll be making the first shrine visit with Haku—care to join us?"

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"My dear...is this for me? (hic) (sob) I'll treasure it always...!"

well given he probably can't eat it. . .fair reaction

White Day: (March 13th)

"I'm sorry... I did try to explain that a biwa recital would make a better gift, but Haku insisted I present you with confections instead..."

thanks haku you a real one lmao although music wouldn't be bad just. . . .

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"No, I would never lie to you. An inspired man spins fiction with his quill, not his mouth, after all."

y'know, i love the honesty! you keep making stories and being open, zenji!

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Why, you gave me quite a fright in that getup! What a marvelously queer celebration this is! So this is the legacy of westernization..."

no the marvelously queer celebrations are in june. although halloween is also marvelously queer sometimes--

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Merry Christmas! I've completed a new fairy tale. May my wishes reach the hearts of children everywhere..."

not a gift for you, but for the children! can a ghoul ghost and a human have--

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"...And they lived happily ever after. How did you like my new story? I'd love to hear your— What? You weren't listening!?"

(13 affinity and above)

"Can you see me? Phew... You've been so quiet, you had me worried, my dear."

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"Ah, I'm so relieved you're all right, my dear. I wondered if something had happened on a mission... I'm glad my fears had no teeth."

THAT'S ALL OF EM. He's really. . .he is himself the whole way through huh lol. At the same time when he does acknowledge his ghostliness(and oftentimes he does the exact opposite, simply lacking in self-awareness) he seems a little lonely and regretful. . .I wonder if he was always such a worrywart or if he started worrying more after he died, realizing first hand just how dangerous things could be. I'm surprised how few acknowledgements his doll gets, although I don't think he carries it on the home screen?

I wonder how different his personality was when he was alive. Probably not very different tbh.

ANYWAY IT IS HALF PAST MIDNIGHT FOR ME. BEDTIME.

#zenji kotodama #danie yells at tokyo debunker #danie yells answers #danie yells with anons #yuri is online #datamining cw #now i just have to go back through and fill out the ones i left out for everyone. . . .#a concern for a danie from another day lol #tokyo debunker

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