#They're so sweet! When they're enjoying each other's company and being close and comforting on purpose wahhh <3

[sysig]

Not flirting or being in love or feeling protective or anything like that at all, why do you ask (Patreon)

[xiao-come-home]

Where Genshin men like to be kissed;

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✰ Characters: Ayato, Itto, Kazuha, Xiao, Zhongli, Baizhu, Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaeya, Diluc, Dainsleif.

✰ Words: 1k.

✰ SFW ; gn!reader, no mentions of pronouns. fluff.

Warnings: Ayato's, Kaeya's and Diluc's may be a bit sug/gestive. msg me to add more.

A/N: *kicks down door* hello there. i appear with some writing, wow! i am in fact still alive, work just kicks my a$$ ;q;

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Ayato:

adores jaw kisses that immediately get him going. his knees go weak whenever your soft lips begin caressing his jawbone, even to the point of earning a delicious whimper out of him; his brows furrow as he closes his eyes in pleasure. ayato inhales sharply when you brush your lips so gently on his jawline. though, these kisses are mostly reserved for your private sessions - ayato most certainly doesn't mind a quick peck on his jaw, when you come across him. or if you're a short sweetheart that can't reach higher :)

Itto:

the oni is a simple man - his lips. he's very playful, so if you're short he'll tease you about not being able to reach his lips (which is followed by itto leaning down and kissing you), but if you're tall - he'll attempt to dodge them to annoy you. itto just loves the simplicity of it and how sweet your lips mesh together. he always awaits his first kiss of the day from you - be it in the morning or when you hang out and meet him. if you enjoy sweets, watch out - he might use some flavored lip balms to make you kiss him more.. or just use his lollipop as one.

Kazuha:

to make kazuha blush and giggle the softest way possible, kiss his nose. it always catches his off guard, and the whole interaction is just so silly, he absolutely loves it!! when you're far, far away together, sitting by the fire, enjoying each other's company, and having his head on your shoulder - it's the prefect recipe to give his nose a tiny kiss and watch his eyes sparkle with uttermost devotion when he turns his head to look at you.

Xiao:

corners of his mouth - it's the place where it all began. during the beginning of your relationship, when xiao was more bashful and slightly scared of fully kissing you on the lips, you began kissing the corners of his mouth; he loves how gentle your kisses are, so close to where they should be, tempting him to move and seal your lips together with yours. even after your relationship progresses, these kisses have a special place in his heart - still getting butterflies whenever you do it again.

Zhongli:

cheek kisses are his favorite. he thinks they're very elegant and that you can kiss him anywhere without looking too obnoxious. perhaps they're his favorite because that's the place where you kissed him for the very first time in his current vessel - he probably won't ever admit that it held him speechless for a few minutes, feeling affection after many, many years. zhongli still remembers cupping his burning cheek and how it marked the first day of him trying to win your heart.

Baizhu:

forehead kisses! baizhu always gets a bit shy when you kiss his forehead, his cheeks dusting with pink ever so slightly at the sensation of your lips making contact with his skin. he just can't get over how adorable it is, so he always tries to return the favor. when his illness makes him bedbound, your kisses are one of the very few things that truly give him comfort and hope, reminding him of his mother. baizhu hopes to preserve them until the end of time; to feel the warmth forever, with you by his side.

Alhaitham:

he thinks it's very in character, because it's his hands. he doesn't let you do that often though, because it makes him feel slightly vulnerable. he doesn't mind quick pecks when you play with his hands - despite his somewhat still, stone-faced expression, his heart melts into a puddle. when alhaitham comes home after a long day with his hands completely exhausted from documenting various things at the akademiya, the scribe can't help but sigh in relief when you start thoroughly taking care of them and finishing up with the most loving kisses on each of his fingers; he swears it takes the pain away.

Cyno:

temple kisses. despite being a mahamatra, your relationship isn't fully public - you can come across very different people, and being important to cyno might either save you or put in trouble - so he decided that temple kisses are your special thing. he started liking it even more since you began kissing his temples while having his head in your lap and playing with his hair. cyno loves how subtle they are regardless if it's public or not, but also very intimate between you two. also, you're probably giving him an opportunity to make puns about sumeru temples, so he's even happier.

Kaeya:

neck kisses are kaeya's addiction; he doesn't need to say anything, nor he hides it, he's absolutely in heaven if he feels your lips on his neck - feeling as if he were to float far in the clouds, only to be taken back to teyvat to feel that the true divinity is in front of him. don't be afraid of marking him, the more the better - it's definitely worth for just hearing him hiss in pleasure and make his hands explore your body with more excitement. kaeya will proudly show off his marks later on and eagerly claim ownership of you in return.

Diluc:

diluc always loses his composure if you trail kisses from his lips all the way down to his collarbone. his disheveled crimson hair, his chest moving rapidly as the excitement builds up, he can only gasp as you attack his collarbones and pepper them with kisses; he thinks he's going insane when you press open-mouth kisses along with teasing his sensitive skin with your warm tongue. diluc can only wait so long until he entangles his hand in your hair and yanks you to meet his hungry lips.

Dainsleif:

dain has.. love and hate relationship with kisses on his lips. on one hand, it gives him strength and motivation to fight against time, but it leaves him yearning more and more each time your lips pull away from his. the kisses tug at his heartstrings, reminding him that he's still truly alive and breathing - that he's not alone in this uncertain, cold world. if you cup his cheeks and lean in to kiss dainsleif, he'll reciprocate, slightly hesitant; but his body reacts faster than his mind, placing his own hands over yours and kissing you back with just the same amount of passion.

[cosmichoneibeee]

Hi ^^

Could I request some headcanons with Omen, Yoru, Cypher [separate] that comfort crying reader?

Thanks <3

Omen, Yoru, Cypher comforting a crying reader

Warnings: short mentions of injuries and violence | Reader is GN

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❝Omen:

At first you didn't even know he was there, in the shadows, watching you cry

It was when you felt a heavy blanket being gently placed around your shoulders that you realized you weren't alone.

He doesn't say much, but you know he's worried. The way his form shakes more than usual, he is very worried about you

Omen won't pressure you to tell what happened, but he would be happy to know.

If someone said something mean to you, he'll pretend he forgot for a while and one day, that person just disappears without leaving any trace of what happened.

If you accidentally hurt yourself, he will constantly remind you to pay more attention after that.

For now, he'll stay by your side if you want company. Literally by your side or hugging you if you prefer.

His cat will also join the two of you as well, just enjoying each other's presence.

He won't force you to be happy and go around doing things like nothing happened, sometimes people just want to be quiet and reflect a bit; but if you want to go somewhere, like go shopping, he'll make the effort to accompany you

It's a little funny to see this faceless figure, almost 2 meters tall, following you around the stores in a mall like a puppy, people are horrified

When you finally smiles again, you can hear a gentle "Hmmm.."

❝Yoru:

When he walked into the room and saw you crying, he froze

Fuck

What happened? You better tell him

He just doesn't know what to do to help you feel better.

Don't get me wrong, he cares about your feelings and loves you so much, but it's hard to translate that into words and actions.

Awkward pats on your head and rubbing his hands on your back, hoping it will comfort you in some way.

If someone said something mean to you..they’re going to regret that very badly later. Yoru it’s going to take care of that

If you hurt yourself, like bumping into the furniture or cutting your finger, please, be more careful, he gets worried

If you’re stressed about life n stuff, he can’t do a lot, but he will be there for you.

He might not be the best expressing his love and admiration, but he's amazing at listening, paying attention to every detail you talk about, and more often than not, being a strong pillar to help you stay confident

“Don't listen to that バカ*, you are amazing just the way you are.”

That’s the best you can get of him verbally, but he’s so sweet though

He takes you for a ride on his motorcycle all over the city. This helps him clear his mind when he's stressed, it should help you too.

He will not give up until your mood is better

*バカ - idiot

❝Cypher:

“Oh no, sweetheart! What happened?”

So sweet and soft with you

He is by your side in a second, already drying your tears with a tissue

Cypher loves you, that's why he subtly convinces you to tell him what happened, without lies or excuses.

If someone said something that made you sad. Oh..they're going to have ALL their information leaked for everyone to see and use.

If you end up accidentally hurting yourself, he'll give you a pretty big lecture about how you should take care of yourself and pay more attention to the things around you.

Anyway, his whole schedule is off for the rest of the day just to be with you.

Will make two cups of his most expensive tea just for you to share

Want to watch a movie? Say the name, in a few minutes he will have a copy on his computer.

Want to go online shopping? How convenient! The stores you love are suddenly on sale.

If you just want to be close without doing too much, yeah, he can do that too, anything that makes you happy.

Amir is an experienced man, he has been through a lot in his life, if you need any advice, about anything, he will try to help you as best he can.

when I said a lot, it's a lot. He's been through some pretty dark times in his life, he'll do everything he can to not see you the same way he did

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[moonlightflowerss]

you can call it as it is|j.yh

summary: You and Yunho are the designated drivers for a night out with your friends

pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn reader

word count: 4k

genre: friends to lovers, slice of life, fluff

contents: mention of smoking, mutual pining, reader is very afraid of romantic feelings, Yunho is sickeningly sweet (let me know if I missed something), one of your friends is in a polyamorous relationship with woosan

a/n: This is wayyyy longer than my usual works but I felt shitty and needed some comfort. Also, I'm sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language 🥹.

You love your friends, you really do.

But sometimes you really wish they were a little less noisy as soon some alcohol got into their systems.

It's twelve of you inside the karaoke room, all jamming and vibing to the songs playing.

And out of all of these people, just you and Yunho are completely sober as good designated drivers should be.

You have known this group for just a few months. You wouldn't say you're super close yet, but you really enjoy their company and you can really see yoirslef growing very close with them, plus one of your friend (the one that introduced your group to theirs) is in a lovey-dovey relationship with two of them so you know you find your group hanging out with theirs almost every time you go out and you will for quite some time. So you just feel lucky that they're all people you feel comfortable around and have fun with for now.

When someone in the group chat asked to do something tonight, you were pretty sure it would've been something not too crazy, just a chill night out with your friends.

Everything took a turn when you proposed for everyone to come over to your place since you were alone.

From the table games night you imagined, it became the "let's get shitface drunk and get home when the sun rises".

It was quite a turn of events but you didn't really mind it, you are enjoying yourself and so are your friends. Clearly.

Most of them are singing and dancing like their life depended on it while others were eating each other's faces out.

You get out of the cramped space for just a second to have a breathe and get a bottle of water before going back in and facing an inner crisis that you knew from the start would've happened sooner or later.

Out of all the sofas, going almost all the way around the room, the only available seats were either sides of Yunho.

He is the only other sober person in the room. You knew you had to talk with him at some point, but you just wanted to postpone it as long as you could.

It's not that you don't like him.

Actually, the problem is the exact opposite.

You aren't a very smooth talker to start with.

Entertaining any kind of conversation for you is a whole, complicated task. More so if you're completely sober and you have a (not so) small crush on your interlocutor.

You close the door behind you and make eye contact with him while moving towards the seat beside his and he just gives you a kind smile following your movements until you're sitting beside him, making a little bit more room for you to sit comfortably.

《how's your night going? everything okay?》he asks as soon as you settle on the soft cushions, leaning away from the back rest and slightly towards you to make sure you hear him over the noises

《yeah, I'm having a lot of fun, but sometimes I really need to get a little bit of fresh air from outside》 you answer honestly, chuckling lightly for reasons unknown even to you

《yes, it's very warm》 he just states, nodding and dropping back against the backrest. You understand that this is your cue to either drop the conversation or to make it continue.

You lean against the backrest just a few seconds after him, gaining another small smile from his lips.

《how is your night going? are you enjoying being the designated driver?》 you ask, ironically, making him laugh

《I don't think I remember how it feels going out and not be the designated driver》 he states with faux annoyance on his face before smiling brightly 《joking, I enjoy it very much and the night is going very well. Also, for once, I have someone not drunk to talk to, so...》 he laughs lightly and you with him, internally panicking, feeling every idea you had to continue the conversion, die in the back of your mind.

But Yunho quickly puts a remedy to that by looking at the time on his phone.

《it's quite late, whenever you want to go we can. Don't feel pressured to really wait until the sun rises just because Wooyoung proposed it》 he chuckles, and you shake your head amused

《I don't think he remembers what he said anyway》 you state, eyeing wooyoung sipping his nth glass of wine, struggling to even keep his spine straight and still.

You and Yunho laugh at the scene, shaking your heads.

《anyway, i think i can handle a little more before going home. But if you want to go, we can》 you give him a timid smile, suddenly aware of how close you two are.

He gives another smile back and nods 《I'd say we should take another ten minutes to relax, and then we will think on how to drag all of them into the cars》 he chuckles, making you nod

《I'm going out to smoke a cigarette, wanna keep me company?》 the words leave your mouth before you can think about them throughly, making yourself blush.

Luckily, he can't see it because the room is dark, green and blue lights are the only source of illumination in the room. But you can feel it very clearly, and it gets even worse when he just nods and gets up, stretching a hand out to help you.

You grab it more shyly than you wanted to show, letting him help you to get on your high heels.

Your hands and your eye contact linger a little more than what you would expect from the situation before you turn to collect your jacket and quickly put it on.

《let's go》 you give him a quick smile before moving to go outside.

Once you are finally met with the cold air of the night, you take a deep breath, leaning against a wall.

Yunho is settling against the car in front of you, looking at you attentively.

《you think they'll survive without both of us?》 you ask to break the ice, laughing more than you normally would; but the way he's looking at you is making you feel so tense it's nerve-wracking

《they'll find a way, i really needed the fresh air》 he answers, chuckling before resuming his staring.

He's not a creep, you don't feel in danger or uneasy, but you're anxious because you have no idea of what he's thinking, and you know he's thinking something very intently just by the way he's looking up an down your every inch with a concentrated face.

You keep your eyes on your hands, scrambling to gather everything you need to roll yourself a cigarette.

《everything okay?》 you ask, breaking the silence, refusing to look at his face.

You can still imagine his cheeks are now red from the way your peripheral vision catches him squirming uncomfortably like a kid that is being scolded.

《I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare》 he clears his throat 《I haven't really got a chance to be around you a lot even if our groups hang out frequently so, you know, I was collecting facts about you?》 he says questioningly before shaking his head 《I have no idea what I just said I'm sorry》 he's blushing and looking away from you while laughing nervously and you can't help but find him so cute it makes you want to punch him.

You know it's your fault that you two never really get around each other a lot.

To be clear: you adore the man.

Everything about him is mesmerizing to you, and that is terrifying.

And, as much as you wanted to, nothing seemed convincing enough for you to make a move. Not even your friends telling you that he likes you back a hundred times.

You just couldn't wrap your head around it, so you just decided that it was an absurd impression they got.

All of these things together resulted in avoiding alone time with him as a way to cope with your crush, fearing that your fluttering heart might betray the chill and uninterested appearance you were trying so hard to build.

You laugh, blushing as much as him, waiting a few seconds before speaking again 《and you found something interesting?》 you have no idea what to give the blame for this uncharacteristic forwardness.

He's taken aback as much as you, and you can't bring yourself to hold eye contact for more than three seconds, looking away and finishing to roll your cigarette so you can finally light it.

《not sure I want to share my observations with you》 he tries to contain his laugh behind an ironic intellectual tone

《what? but now I'm curious》 you complain

《you can survive, darling》 he smirks, his voice gaining confidence by the second.

You shake your head in fake annoyance, the pet name making you way more weak than you would like to admit.

A nice silence settles between you two, just enjoying the quiet and the breeze of the night.

In between the drags of your cigarette, you are looking around, trying not to stare at the tall man in front of you for too long.

But your attention is caught when you see him stare somewhere above you, following his gaze and catching a speck of the moon.

Delicately, you move beside him to be able to see its entirety and relish the view.

You make your shoulders accidentally touch, but he doesn't move, so neither do you.

《it looks amazing》 he comments, and you just make a noise of assent, so fascinated you can't take the eyes off of it.

But now you can feel he's looking at you, staring at your loving expression and following the movements of your hand moving the cigarette towards and away from your mouth.

Your skin shivers with anticipation, feeling like you're in a movie.

Both of you are moving ever so slowly towards each other.

His hand touches you with a delicacy you didn't think any human could have, and tucks some hair behind your ear, looking intently at what he's doing.

You can't help but look at him, if it was a movie you would've said that it was a cliche, the two protagonists don't even know each other that well and are already acting like they are the loves of each other's lives? Cringe and unrealistic.

But now you can't put together a sigle thought, only wishing he won't leave you hanging like they do in movies.

《I like the way you look at the moon》 it's a little more than a whisper, his fingers lingering behind your ear, playing gently with your hair

《I love the moon, it fascinates me like just a few other things in this world do》 you explain, your cigarette forgot between your fingers

《what are these other few things?》 he asks curiously, you think you see a glint of hope in his eyes, but maybe you're just feeding into your delusions

《I'm not sure I want to share that with you》 you repeat his words back to him, laughing and leaning slightly in his touch.

He opens his hand, giving you the chance to rest your cheek comfortably against his palm. So you tilt your head further against him.

《devious little thing you are》 he says with a little smile, his kind and warm tone in contrast with his words.

You can feel his fingers curling against your scalp, caressing it, always with the same delicacy.

《finish your cigarette so we can go home》 he says, kindly, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb a couple more times before moving away his hand.

There is a little disappointment settling inside your chest, but you just nod and resume your smoking.

《your hair is even softer than what i thought》 he states, his hand finding again purchase in between the strands of hair on the nape of your neck, caressing it gently

《you think about my hair a lot?》 you ask, mischievous, adoring his embarrassed reactions and his slightly flushed cheeks

《you mock me a lot for someone who can't concentrate enough to smoke as soon as i touch you》 he bites back, making your cheeks flush as much as his.

You feel like two teens trying to cope with their first crush, resorting to sneering and teasing each other.

You roll your eyes, making a display of an annoyance you don't really feel before resuming, once again, your smoke.

It doesn't take you long before you are forced to pull apart from Yunho to throw the cigarette stub in the trash and looking back at him.

《let's go call them》 you announce, tiredness seeping from your voice.

He nods and follows right behind you up until the door for the karaoke room

《take your things, I'll convince them to leave》 he smiles kindly before going in.

After quickly checking in with the barman that everything got paid for, you followed Yunho, gathering your bag and some of your friends.

It takes quite a struggle to make everybody get out of the pub and inside the car, but once you're finally done, you and Yunho smile at each other.

《I'll be behind you》 he states

《if you can keep up》 you tease, and he gives you a quick chuckle before looking at you apprehensively

《don't speed》

《damn, dad, okay》 you roll your eyes before laughing and getting into the car.

Both you and Yunho know that you are not the type to drive too fast, especially with people with you, but he likes to show that he cares and you like to feel when people care about you.

The ride to your home is quicker and quieter than you anticipated.

You throw a glance at the clock of your car noting it's past 4 in the morning so you imagine the euphoria your friends were feeling, given by the alcohol, now must be starting to be replaced by tiredness and you really enjoy the relaxed mood in your car.

Once you finally park it takes another few minutes to get everybody out of the cars, specially out of Yuno's since the 2 supplemental seats in the back required some mobility that your friends really don't have right now.

Regardless, everybody is finally home, and since the majority of the beds are upstairs most of your friends decide to just crush on the sofa or on the ground heedless of your and Yunho's effort to put them in a slightly more comfortable place.

So you just looked at each other and shrugged.

He smiles at you and, once again, tucks the same strand of hair behind your ear.

《let's go to sleep》 he suggests and although you feel tired you don't feel sleepy, but most of all now that you finally mustered up the courage to be alone with him you don't want to let it go just yet

《do you want a cup of tea?》 that's all that came to mind to try and stay in Yunho's company a little more.

He smiles sincerely and nods.

You give his hand, still beside your face, a gentle squeeze before going to prepare the teas as quietly as possible since everybody seemed knocked out.

Handing him his cup once it was done you get close to him 《it's better if we go upstairs, so we can leave them rest》 you whisper and, again, he nods and follows you.

《this is my room》 you say, opening the door.

You fear for a second that he might misunderstand your intention so you just stand still on the door, waiting for him to do something.

And he doesn't take long at all, getting into your room and sitting on the office chair comfortably.

《it's very nice》 he says kindly, spinning around the chair while looking around

《thanks, it took me a lot to finally find a place for everything that actually satisfied me》 you explain before sipping your tea

《I think the room tells a lot about the person》

《and what does it say about me?》 you ask, sincerely curios, but it takes one glance from Yunho to roll your eyes 《don't even try to say that you don't want to tell me》 you ironically scold him and he laughs

《you can't force me to say this》 he teases and you roll your eyes again.

And you keep shifting around teasing and getting to know each other, back and forth. Basking yourselves in the heart fluttering feeling you both have.

Soon enough both your cups are empty and both of you get relaxed, you on the bed and him still on the chair. Much so that you fall asleep without even fully realizing it.

In fact, you wake up an unknown amount of time later, shivering. The sun starting to slowly light up the sky.

You are in the same position in which you were talking with Yunho: laying on your side at the bottom of your bed to be close enough to the tall man.

He, just as you, is in the same position in which he was talking to you: on the chair, legs slightly spread and his arms crossed over his chest.

What is different was his clothing. In fact, the hoodie he was wearing all night is not around his fit torso anymore, but lovely spread over your curled body like a blanket.

You took a second to stretch your legs and spine before looking at Yunho.

His relaxed face is a delight to see, waking him feels almost criminal.

But you reason that he probably isn't that comfortable on the chair, plus he must be cold since he's just in a tight black t-shirt.

Your hand pats lightly his thigh, then his arms a little harder, then caresses his cheek until he finally regains consciousness.

《sorry to wake you, do you want to go to bed?》 you whisper.

He barely opens his eyes, putting a hand over yours.

《I'd love to sleep with you if it's okay for you》 he mumbles, still clearly groggy, before kissing your palm and closing his eyes back again, pressing his cheek against your hand.

You chuckle, it's not what you asked but you're glad he misinterpreted.

《come on, then》 you whispered again, soliciting him to get up by using your free hand to pat his thigh.

He sighs and stretches before coming into the bed quickly followed by you.

Now that you're so close, you feel sleepiness leave your body immediately. Forcing yourself to close your eyes trying not to disturb Yunho.

After just a few second his fingertips graze over your cheek and your eyes automatically open to meet his.

《do you have something I can wear as pants, sleeping with jeans is really uncomfortable》he whispers laughing quietly. You nod and move to give him a pair of unisex, oversized sweatpants hoping they will fit.

He thanks you and goes to the bathroom to change and so do you in your room, slipping into a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt.

Reality is: you're panicking. You're afraid you are the only one feeling what you're feeling and now he feels uneasy, looking for an excuse to put some distance in between you two.

When he comes back you're zoning out on the bed, sitting and staring into the void.

His gentle touch against your cheek snaps you out of it, making you instinctively turn to meet his gaze.

《they're a little short but I'll be fine》 he comments, amused by the lenght of the sweats 《now let's go to sleep》 he suggests getting back into bed and silently suggesting you to come closer by caressing your arm and then your back.

You stay still for a few seconds, taking in the idea that he was not trying to get away from you. Quite the opposite actually.

Before he could worry you complied, scooting closer into his chest and starting to play with his hair.

《what's on your mind?》 he asks whispering, his lips kissing softly your forehead.

You rise your head to meet his eyes.

His soft gaze making a small smile form on your face.

《nothing... it's nice being like this》 you whisper back, hoping you're not as flushed as you think

《I thought you would avoid me forever》 he chuckles

《what? I wasn't avoiding you》 you were

《you were》 he repeats your thought before bringing his face closer to yours, your heart almost bursting out your chest 《but it's fine because now I know why you were doing it》

《and why is that?》

《because you're head over heels for me》 he states, chuckling, trying to mask the fear to be wrong although you can still read it in his eyes

《head over heels is a bit too much》 you mock annoyance in your voice, your smile giving you away

《that's a shame because I am》 he's back to his soft, delicate whispering.

His eyes looking at you in anticipation, hoping he didn't say too much.

You don't even think about it, moving forward until your lips finally collide.

You feel him smile against you, holding you close to his chest, squeezing the fabric of your shirt in between his fingers almost like to stop you from slipping away.

You hold him too. Never in a million years even thinking about leaving now that you're finally here.

And you don't know how long you have been kissing when he delicately moves his face away.

《how much more time you wanted to gatekeep from me these kissing skills?》 he chuckles, grazing a thumb over your lips.

You burst out laughing, struggling to keep quiet and put your embarassed face back against his long neck 《go to sleep, dumbass》

《will you give me classes?》 he jokes, clearly amused by you embarassed face, trying to pull you from where you're hiding; but you're quick to turn over giving him your back and conceal your face with your hands

《shut up》 you laugh again

《alright, okay, I'll give you time to think about it》 he concedes, laughing in return.

He tightens his arms around you, pressing your back against his chest, before gently taking your hands off your face and intertwine his fingers with yours.

《good night, baby》 you feel him lever himself to be able to kiss delicately your cheek.

You smile and squeeze his hand closer to your body 《good night》 you say simply and close your eyes.

After just a few seconds, Yunho is hoisting himself back up, and you feel him look at you, so you open back your eyes to look at him.

《what’s wrong?》

《I can’t sleep》

《you didn’t even try》

《I did, I can’t》 the dramatic tone he is using it’s making it very hard for you to play along without burst out laughing

《I feel like you’re about to ask me something》

《not my fault if I’m sure that making out with you would help me》

And, laughing, you gladly comply.

You couldn’t say no, and you wouldn’t anyway.

But eventually, sleep got the best of the both of you.

Your bodies still tangled together, and his head is still on your chest when your sleep gets interrupted by some noises out your door and Yunho’s phone vibrating beside him.

《Yunho, wake up》 you stroke his hair, making him curl further against you

《unless someone’s dying, I don’t wanna wake up》 he mumbles, making you chuckle

《yeah I wanna go check if someone’s dying. Also, someone’s calling you》

He grunts and shuffles to find his phone before looking back at you, already out of the bed 《please be quick, I really want to go back to sleep》 he whines before calling whoever it was.

Venturing outside your room, you find your best friend with her face shoved in the toilet and one of her two boyfriends, Wooyoung, holding back her hair.

《you need help?》

《oh no, thank you, San went to get her some water. Sorry for waking you up》 he answers, smiling brightly like nothing’s wrong

《oh no worries, just tell me if you need something, okay?》 you smile back, and he nods before smirking

《you sure you don’t have anything to tell me?》 his eyebrows going up and down

《check your girlfriend’s well-being, Wooyo》 you scoff laughing before leaving the bathroom and going back to your room.

Yunho is lying on his back, an arm covering his eyes, and his hair splayed on the pillow.

《who was on the phone?》 you ask softly, to not startle him

《Hongjoong, but you’ll know as soon as you meet him》 he shakes his head amused, and you look at him questioningly, getting back in bed beside him

《what do you mean?》

《he came in earlier to check if there was an empty bed and saw us sleep together, and now he wants to know every detail》 he explains, his voice somewhere in between exhausted and amused.

It’s gonna be a long day.

The thought makes a small smile come up on your face and sigh.

《what?》 his curious eyes find yours

《nothing, I’ve seen Hongjoong question Yeosang when he wanted him to spill the tea about the chick he kissed in the pub the night before, so I was imagining how he will be with us》

《and what are you imagining you’ll say, then?》 he asks, hovering on top of you.

His head is tilted, fingers delicately grazing over your cheek and his eyes light up with a sparkle of hope, you think.

You love how he’s constantly wearing his heart on his sleeve and that’s also what kept you from get to close to him before yesterday night.

You’re terrified at the idea of seeing that spark die out because of you.

《what are you thinking?》 his gentle tone snaps you out of your swirling thoughts

《I am afraid I’ll give the wrong answer》 you admit, your voice quieter than what you anticipated

《just say what you’re thinking. If you’re feeling it, it can’t be wrong》 he comforted you, sitting up and pulling you gently to sit up with him

《I don’t want you to feel obligated, I fear I’m moving too fast》

《baby, just say it, I can take it》 he smiles, cupping your face with both his hands

《maybe we should, I don’t know, start to… seeing each other I guess, maybe?》 you ask, you feel so anxious it makes you mad

《that’s disappointing, I thought you were about to ask me to marry you》 he mocks you, making you blush

《shut up》 a chuckle betraying you, your eyes avoiding his and your cheeks on fire

《how am I supposed to know? Maybe you wanted a kid, your premises were vague》 he laughed, starting to press pecks all over your flushed face, hovering over your lips before speaking again 《not sure I want a child yet, but for sure I want to date, you can call it as it is》 he mocks before kissing you tenderly.

All of your negative thoughts immediately leaving your head, silently promising yourself you’ll do everything to keep this giant, amazing man and his spark safe.

[fizzywashere87]

A Dunce For You <3 or sum shit ion know

This was written with Amor's personality in mind- so sorry if it's not as flexible as an x reader should be. Go cry about it because amor mogs you all. You just lost 30k aura if ur not amor/my moots reading this >:)

@nuncscioquidsitamor-13 i hope you like it :3

Warnings: reader is basically an oc, mentions of different oc's kaminari loves amor more than you, fluff :3

M. List

It was about that time where everyone can relax and unwind. It was about that time where everyone can reflect on their day, laugh and talk about moments that have happened throughout the day. It was about that time where everyone can just enjoy each other's presences and company without a worry for tomorrow's 'what ifs'.

Everyone looked forward to this time of day after dinner, where the day really set in and tension is finally released.

You were walking towards the couches in the dorm's common room to finally unwind and relax, minding your own business as usual. As you plopped down on the couch, you quickly came to realize you did not plop down on the spot you were going for. It was definitely vacant right before you sat down, so, why are you in your boyfriend's lap?! You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you heard him giggling from behind you, you rolled your eyes. Despite his mischievous actions and playful intentions, his hands were comfortably resting and holding onto your hips as if they belonged there from the beginning.

"Denki," you start trying, to keep up that annoyed façade, though his dorky giggles were making it extremely difficult to do that and you had to fight back a smile.

"Whaaaat Mama? It's not my fault a pretty girl just happened to fall in my lap!" Kaminari chuckled pulling you closer to him. You understood he'd probably just wanted to cuddle, which was most likely going to be his next question, it went like this every time.

"Can we cuddle? Pleeeeeeaaase?" He begged as he does every time. There wasn't really anyone around right now, Isabella was seen giggling and messing around with Kirishima some distance away, but they seemed to be going somewhere else shortly. You pretended to think for a moment before sighing giving him another eyeroll.

"Okay." You say, turning around to face him and he flashes you a big grin. You felt that same heat rise to your cheeks once more as you thought about the way he grinned at you when you said 'yes' to something as simple as cuddling.

He laid back against the couch bringing you with him so you laid against his chest. It was times like this you appreciated, when he wasn't being a total dunce. While you loved him for that it was nice to wind down after being pushed to your limits all day, winding down with him was even better. He removed your glasses for you so the frames wouldn't get in the way, and for once in his life he was careful with it. He set them on the nearby table and allowed you to take up as much space as you wanted against him. It felt nice to have your hair played with, and the fact Kaminari was doing it felt sooo much nicer.

You closed your eyes listening to his heartbeat thumping against his chest reflecting on the tiring day you had silently against him. At one point he started whispering sweet nothings to you, and it made you realize his eyes are on you, and only for you. Nobody else could walk in and change that.

You hear Stella's voice in the background, then Isabella's, and you hear them quiet down as they get closer. You didn't have enough energy to open your eyes anyways, and judging by Kaminari's calm breathing your boyfriend was asleep. Damn.

"I think they're asleep guys." Bella whispers sarcastically, you could hear the smirk in her voice, Kirishima was heard a little farther back.

"No shit dumbass." Selle giggles taking a picture of the two, Bakugo scoffed also seemingly further back.

"Right, c'mon they're both knocked out as fuck." Bella mutters, not before leaning towards Kaminari, "I'll give you 50 if you pinch her right now." Not a twitch. "Damn." They both walk off giggling with each other as if they'd done something childish.

Their voices fade away as you fully succumb to the sleep nagging at your brain. You didn't know it but he looks at you everyday and wonders how he'd ever gotten so lucky.

...

"Denki where'd you put my glasses?!" You call out to him not being able to find your glasses. You heard a nervous giggle getting closer and you turn around to face him, crossing your arms.

"Relax babes! You don't even need them! You look super cute even without 'em!!" He says thinking he's solved the problem, obviously proud of himself.

"I need them to see!!"

"DON'T SPRAY ME WITH YOUR WATER AGAIN PLEASE MORI!!"

SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT IF YOU WANT MORE I CAN WRITE IT LATER!!

also srry if it kinda sucks my mind is tweaking.

[doyozen]

[2:19 am]

“wanna bake a cake?”

it’s late, you’re tired, but your boyfriend being a nightowl has slowly caused you slip into the habit of staying up late.

you complained that you were tired all the time but couldn't possibly admit that you absolutely loved late nights with haechan.

a confused hum left your mouth as you turned your head from your phone, the quiet sound of whatever tiktok was playing repeated when you awaited for his response.

"i have cake batter in the cabinet," oh he's serious, you thought, "i'm craving cake. you can't say no, or i'll tell everyone you cheated on me."

"oh my go—if you keep telling people that, they're gonna start believing you."

he smirked because he and you both knew damn well neither of you would ever do such a thing, but he found it hilarious walked around yelling "y/n cheated on me!" you didn't find it quite as funny, so you couldn't say no.

the two of you stared at each other for a minute, the look of determination on his face never faltered and you were defeated. "fine."

he threw his arms up in excitement and you had to stop yourself from cooing at him. "cake time!"

he jumped out of bed quickly but you took your sweet time, your bare feet touching the cold floor since you felt you didn't have to be in anything but haechans t-shirt and boxers when you were at his place.

actually, he felt you didn't have to be in anything but his t-shirt and boxers.

he was already pulling the ingredients out when you finally stepped into the kitchen, silently mumbling the instructions to himself.

he huffed, giving up, and handed you the box before moving to the eggs. "here."

"you're not about to make me read these to you," you warned, "we're in this together, bitch."

"last time you baked something, there were eggshells in the shit—"

"sorry, am i not wifey material? i don't cook, or clean, am i not wife—”

"i don't cook, i don't clean," he interrupted, singing, "but let me tell you how i got this ring—”

"you're not cardi b, get going," you shushed.

that was what most of your relationship consisted of, interrupting each other because neither of you could stay focused for longer than a minute. hence why baking a cake was definitely the worst decision ever.

"okay, cutiepie," he agrees, pecking your cheek quickly, "we do need music, though. alexa play michael jackson."

haechans playlist began to shuffle through his favorite michael jackson songs as he poured flour into a bowl and you cracked the eggs, ensuring not to leave shells that time.

the two of you worked together in a rhythm and comfortable silence, just enjoying each others company while doing one of your favorite activities. he held these little moments so close to his heart, and so did you.

your boyfriend took a cake pan from the cabinets as you mixed the ingredients until it was smooth, him purposely bumping into your body with his hip in the process.

the alexa transitions from dirty diana to remember the time, and you instantly break out into a smile while haechan gasps dramatically, stopping what he was doing.

it was definitely your song, as it was the one playing the same night haechan asked you to be his lover.

the boy began to belt the lyrics to you, his voice oddly still beautiful even though he wasn’t necessarily trying to sound good. his eyes squeezed shut and scrunched his voice, his neck showing a vein from how passionately he sang and you couldn’t help the laughter falling from your lips.

his eyes shot open again and he stopped when he realized you weren’t singing. “um, last time i checked this was a duet, don’t disappoint our fans.” he sassed, pointing to the invisible crowd in your kitchen.

and even though you were probably the worst singer anyone would ever hear, you took the wooden spoon from haechans hand to use as a microphone and belted the words out with him.

haechan couldn’t keep his composure and laughed in between notes at your screeched attempt at singing, finding it both adorable and hilarious.

his hands fell into yours and he pulled you into his body, wrapping his own around yours and swayed you back and forth while humming the beat. you went quiet, admiring the atmosphere between the two of you with your favorite song playing and most gorgeous boy you'll ever know in front of you.

"you're so bad at singing," he says suddenly, earning him a glare, "but i love you."

"you insult me and sweet talk me in the exact same sentence."

"what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't?"

"a good one, maybe?" you teased, haechans jaw dropping, giving you a view of his perfect teeth and you laughed at your own response.

"hilarious," he sneered, but secretly very amused by your humor.

you hummed and turned your gaze to the cake batter you'd just mixed, taking the whisk out of it and gathering enough of the batter onto it. "try it."

the other didn't hesitate to poke his tongue out and swipe some of the batter off. "mm, salmonella. it's actually really good, though. i could open a bakery."

"haechan, we made this out of ingredients from a box—”

"but if i told people i made it from scratch... they'd believe me."

you pursed your lips and shook your head, "no they wouldn't."

"marks dumbass would."

you laughed again and a smile fell onto haechans face when he was able to make you laugh before pressing his lips onto yours. the song was far over at that point, the cake long gone from your minds as your eyes fluttered shut and became immersed in each other.

you did end up going back to it later on, haechan joked that no kiss from you would distract him from decorating that cake like his life depended on it, even though you were the on that had to pry yourself from his grip.

the cake ended up being entirely burnt on the bottom but somehow still had unbaked batter in the middle. you expected nothing less but allowed your boyfriend to live out his creative side by decorating it.

the final touches were your initials together, huge and in center of the cake for you to see.

"wow," you gasped, "this looks so professional!"

and then a handful of cake flew into your face. dating lee haechan was the equivalent to raising a 5 year old, but he made you feel so loved that it was truly impossible to complain.

[lorrainmorgan]

Serpent's Eve

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ]

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"You do understand that this invitation was extended for your entire family as well, against my wishes, of course. But I felt the urgency to… warn you beforehand."

Ominis and Lorra eagerly make their way to Hogsmeade for a much-needed Butterbeer.

Christmas Eve had transformed the quaint village into a winter wonderland, with snow blanketing the streets and festive lights twinkling from every shop window. 

The sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mixing with the festive aromas of pine and cinnamon. As they walk, Gaunt couldn't help but smile at the feeling of Lorrain's fingers brushing against his own, their love radiating like a beacon of light in the snowy daylight.

With their arms tightly wrapped around each other, they strolled through the village. The noise and chaos of the surrounding people buying last minute presents and reuniting with their loved ones faded away as they made their way together through the crowd. It was a feeling unlike any other - being alone but not lonely, perfectly content in each other's company. 

The cold winter breeze nipped at their skin, making them hold onto each other tightly for warmth. As they entered The Three Broomsticks, Sirona greeted them a with a cheerful smile and a raised beer jar, the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter filling the cozy pub.

The pair cozied up in their seats, nestled in a corner by the fireplace, basking in the comforting heat and sweet aroma of the freshly poured Butterbeer”. Ominis traced delicate patterns on Lorra's hand with his fingers, his touch as gentle as a feather. Every so often, he would lean in closer to her face, wanting nothing more than to be close to her. 

Their smiles spoke volumes as they shared soft whispers and laughs, lost in their own little world within the bustling pub.

As they waited for another round of butterbeer, Ominis leaned in close to Lorra and began to speak softly. 

"So Lorra, I’d love to give you your christmas present now, would that be okay?" Ominis spoke with a hint of excitement and nervousness in his voice. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, intricately wrapped box.

Without even waiting for her to answer, he gently placed the box in her hands. 

Filled with anticipation, Lorrain eagerly unwrapped the package and was met with the gleam of full silver finger rings, one for each hand. She slid them on and to her amazement, they fit perfectly on the length of her fingers as if they were made for her.

"How did you know my size?" she asked in admiration, turning to Ominis with a grateful smile.

"Darling, I've been holding your hands for quite some time now," he replied with a fond smile. "I'll recognize them in any lifetime. And I know your fingers are sore and in pain... we should check that wand of yours too." His expression turned concerned as he gently touched her hand.

"Yes, I don't know what's wrong. It's like the magic extends to my hands and it's begun to hurt," Lorra confessed, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at having to admit this to Ominis. But he knew her too well, after all. He always seemed to sense when something was bothering her.

He smiled nervously and began to explain the significance of the gift. 

"These will prevent your delicate fingers from hurting after dueling and practicing. I made sure they were made with the finest silver and... apparently they're quite common. It's the third time Flamel has created ones like these in the past decade."

"Wait... Flamel? As in Nicolas Flamel? You went and asked one of the most famous alchemists for full finger rings? Gaunt, you're insane!" Lorra exclaimed in disbelief. 

She often forgot about the influence and power that the Gaunt family held, not just in politics or society, but also among the legends of their wizarding world.

Despite her shock, she couldn't help but admire the intricate details of her present. The silver rings were delicately engraved with Flutterbys flowers, adding a touch of sentimentalism. And on the back of each full finger ring, there were letters engraved - "Gaunt" on her left hand and "Lorra" on her right. 

It was clear that Ominis had put a lot of thought into this gift, and she couldn't deny how beautiful they were either. She ran her fingers over the smooth metal, feeling grateful for having such a caring and thoughtful partner in Ominis.

“Ominis, they’re breathtaking," she whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Meva Lorra. Just a friendly reminder, that I’ll always be there when you need me. " he whispered before giving her a kiss on her nose. 

She couldn't help but blush at the endearing nickname he had given her - "meva." According to Ominis, it was an adjective meaning "his" in a dead language. And indeed, she felt like she belonged to him in every way now. His possessive nature only became more evident over time, though not in a toxic way. Instead, it was a protective and loving gesture that made her heart swell with adoration. 

After the heat of their previous beverages had cooled down a bit, they enjoyed the rest of their evening visiting random stores, indulging in some quality time at Honeydukes first. Ominis' sense of taste was on full display as he correctly identified the color of each flavor of Bertie Bott given to him. 

Ominis couldn't stop bragging about his luck with chocolate frog cards, always getting the coveted Salazar Slytherin.

 As Lorra unwrapped her own, a card slipped out and landed on the floor. It was the image of a medieval witch, with piercing green eyes. Lorra's heart raced as she stared at the familiar face, but couldn't quite place it. It was hauntingly familiar, yet unsettling. A single tear escaped her eye when she traced the name with her fingertips, Morgana LeFay. 

But Ominis' excited voice broke through her thoughts, reminding her of something he had been wanting to show her for a long time.

She paid no mind to what had just happened and joined Ominis, welcoming his warm embrace as they walked down to their next stop. 

At Tomes & Scrolls, Ominis proudly showed off his favorite braille scroll. It taught the reader how to use wand movements and charms to write in braille while dictating their message. Lorra was fascinated by this unique form of magic and asked Ominis to demonstrate it. How he had adapted to the world was a mystery to her, and yet, she was undoubtedly proud of him for it. 

After exploring a bit more, they found a cozy bench near a small pumpkin patch. They sat enjoying the warm sun on their faces, cats seemed to appear out of nowhere, making their way onto Ominis' lap, purring contentedly. He smiled and gently stroked their fur as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

An old wizard, who happened to be passing by, took a picture of the two young lovers surrounded by cats, a rather abnormal situation. He clicked his camera’s button, freezing that moment in a beautiful photograph. Ominis kept the highly texturized photograph in his winter coat pocket, near his heart. 

As the sky was painted in hues of deep purple and navy blue, signaling the arrival of nightfall, they made their way back to the Castle, guided by the flickering stars that began to appear. 

They walked along the snowy road crossing paths with Thomas Simmon. His tall figure stood out against the fading light, and his sharp features were highlighted by the glow of the moon and snowflakes. They exchanged casual greetings and engaged in superficial small talk, but Lorra could sense his gaze lingering on her hand clasped tightly in Ominis' arm. A mischievous half smile played on Thomas’ lips as he extended an elegant golden envelope to the couple.

"I would be delighted if you could join me at my Manor for a celebration in honor of the New Year. My mother is quite enthusiastic about it," he said, his tone laced with charm and sincerity. Turning towards Ominis, he added with a sly wink, "And Gaunt, I would like to have a word with you, in private if possible?."

The men stepped away from Lorra, creating enough distance for her not to hear their conversation. She watched as Thomas' expression turned serious, his words weighted with importance.

"You do understand that this invitation was extended for your entire family as well, against my wishes. But I felt the urgency to… warn you beforehand." Thomas's worry for the couple was genuine. He had never been fond of Ominis, but he cared deeply for their mutual friend. The memory of what had happened in the Slytherin Common Room still lingered in his mind.  

Ominis nodded, his expression serious. "Crystal clear. And thank you for bringing this to my attention, Thomas." With a heavy sigh, Ominis went back to Lorrain who was carefully examining the invitation. 

"Well, we have our work cut out for us," Lorrain said to them. She looked up at Thomas and offered him a small smile. "Thank you again for the invitation!."

"No problem at all," Thomas replied, waving as he made his way down the path. "Merry Christmas, my friends."

The atmosphere on their way back to Hogwarts was tense and silent. Ominis' mind raced with all the possible disastrous outcomes if his family, especially his father, saw them arriving together as a couple. 

Mr. Gaunt was a man to be avoided at all costs, with his imposing presence and cold demeanor. His pale skin seemed to give off an unnatural glow, his figure thin and refined in the most aristocratic way. But it wasn't just his appearance that made people uneasy around him - it was the way he carried himself, as if he were above everyone else. He meticulously kept track of his children's friends and classmates, making sure they met his standards for blood purity. Ominis was certain that his father had already discovered Lorrain's existence, especially after their incident with his brother Marvolo after the Yule Ball. The thought sent shivers down her spine, knowing Lorra could be on his father’s radar and the consequences could be severe. His father would not hesitate to use dark spells - or whatever curse came to his mind first, for any matter- Imperio? Crucio? Avad-...? The mere thought stung his brain to the point of giving him a headache. 

He tried to push these dark thoughts away, but they continued to haunt him as they entered the castle gates. Matilda Weasley, their Professor, stood waiting for them in the North Exit courtyard. 

"Ahhh, Mrs. Morgana, please join me for a moment," she directed Lorra to an open space at the feet of the grand fountain."I believe Mr. Sallow is currently in the library, Mr. Gaunt," the witch stated in a firm tone "If you would be so kind as to join him and make sure he doesn't venture into the restricted section, again."

"Of course, Professor," Gaunt replied obediently, giving Lorra a forced smile. Before departing, he gallantly draped his coat around Lorra's shoulders, shielding her from the snowflakes and winter wind. 

Matilda made a hand movement, indicating the girl to join her by her side as she continued talking. As the red light from the tip of the blonde's wand faded behind the grand doors, The Professor began to speak: 

"Lorra, there is something I must discuss with you. It may be difficult to hear and understand at first." Her eyes sparkled with a maternal warmth that could soothe even the most agitated hippogriff.

"Of course, Professor. I'm all ears," Lorra replied nervously.

"Are you familiar with the term 'Mudblood'?" Matilda asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, professor. It's an insult purebloods use to refer to those of us with non-magical parents" Lorra answered, unsure of where this conversation was going.

"It's a cruel thing to say to anyone truly, but what I want to know is… You just said “US”...are you certain your parents were non-magical? Muggles. " The professor's voice grew more intense as she searched for something beyond just Lorra's blood status.

“Yes, professor." Lorra's voice held a hint of frustration. She trusted her professor, but this conversation felt mundane and unnecessary to her, and a bit unsettling, weird, random?.

"My parents died when I was a child, they were victims of a burglar who had broken into our home. I have very little knowledge of them or my life before my early childhood, but my aunt took me in. She and I shared being the only witches in our family. She saved me from being abandoned. But other than that, I’m afraid I cannot recall anything else…" Lorra had already told Professor Weasley this, the first day she transferred to Hogwarts. Why did she want to hear it, again? 

"I'm sorry to hear about your loss," the professor said sympathetically. The same words she used the first time she heard them. Her brow furrowed in concern as she asked "You mentioned you don't remember anything from before your early childhood?"

"That's correct, professor." Lorra repeated, as if she was in an unwanted interview. 

"What was your aunt’s full name again? Lorrain?" The professor's expression shifted to one of fear as she waited for Lorra's answer.

“Her name was Geneva Morgana… Wait-” her mind shifted for a bit, clicking what Professor Weasley said earlier. Wasn’t Sebastian back at Feldcroft with his family?

Emerging from behind the thick bushes and stepping through the imposing gates of the castle, a group of stern aurors suddenly surrounded them. Their wands were raised, poised for action, with determined grips on their handles. 

Lorra's heart began to race as she watched the scene unfold before her. Professor Weasley, ever the calm presence, took her hand in her gentle grasp and reassured her that it was all just standard security protocol. 

But there was nothing tranquil or normal about being surrounded by armed officials at night. Lorra's mind raced with questions and fear as she tried to process what was happening.

Two familiar figures burst out of the castle doors. They ran towards the turmoil, only to stop short when they encountered the ring of aurors surrounding the witches.

"What is the meaning of this?" Sebastian's booming voice echoed through the courtyard, his anger palpable as he yelled out. Ominis stood nearby, disbelief etched on his face as he pointed his wand in front of him to sense the chaos unfolding.

"Do not intervene," Arthur Sallow, the head auror in charge, bellowed with fury at his cousin and his friend. He stepped in front of them, putting his arm up to block their path.  

Sebastian could feel his blood boiling as he continued to argue with his cousin. "First you refuse to help Anne, and now this? Are you fu-” His words were cut off as Arthur slapped him across the face, silencing him.

"That is not necessary, Mr. Sallow your family matters should be kept at home, not at the job!" Matilda Weasley scolded. "Please, you too Mr. Gaunt, do not intervene, this situation has gone beyond our hands." She then turned to block Ominis's path as well. 

Lorra's heart raced as she struggled to make sense of the chaos surrounding her. Her mind felt like it was about to burst, pounding against her skull with such intensity that she feared it might actually explode. A sudden rush of adrenaline spiked through her veins, causing her fingertips to tingle and burn like they had been dipped in boiling water. The sensation spread, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin until they almost hurt her pores.

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening Arthur Sallow began to recite her rights "Miss Lorrain Morgana, you are under arrest for the murder of Lady Igraine and Lord Gorlois, the Ministry of Mag..." But Lorra couldn't hear the rest. In a blur of motion, without warning or permission, Arthur grabbed Lorra's arm and they both disappeared in a flash of bright light. The rest of the Aurors quickly followed suit, leaving behind only confusion and bewilderment in their wake.

A thick, suffocating silence descended upon the stunned group of Slytherins as they processed what had just transpired. 

“Professor Weasley, where have they taken her? This is outrageous! What is the meaning of this?” 

“Allegedly killed who? This is absurd. How could this even be happening?” 

Ominis and Sebastian began to shout simultaneously, their voices overlapping as they demanded answers from their Professor who stood before them with a heavy heart. 

She turned away, unable to meet their accusing gazes as she confessed: 

"She has been taken to the Ministry of Magic for a possible trial."

"A TRIAL?!" they both exclaimed incredulously. "For the supposed killing of who?!" The blind gaze of Ominis locked onto his sub director's face.

Matilda Weasley sighed as she responded to him. “Her parents.”

Notes 👉🥳FINALLY! 👉Say hello to Arthur Sallow, Uncle Solomon's son 😈 Serving anime villain face pose.

[ghooostbaby]

i saw season 2 of the adorable little donghua 'no doubt in us' was released and i enjoyed it so much :) the first season was about an emperor and empress who dislike each other but are forced by a spell to swap bodies and as they are forced to live as the other they fall for each other ... although that season did the great crime of ending not just after they had acknowledged they really were in love and kissed and changed back - but a scene later where they're being all awkward and then in MID CONVERSATION the episode just ends and its like "come back for season 2!" !!!!!!!! come on! laziest cliff hanger of my entire life.

but anyway season 2 they do act a bit shy at first but mostly the long misunderstanding season 1 is based on is over and its so NICE to spend some time with a romantic pair AFTER the misunderstanding has been resolved and watch them grow together rather than just have the curtains close. there is So Much interesting bits to focus on in a relationship when they're actually together WHY do so many stories seem unable to try anything but keeping them apart (as they repeatedly betray each others trust to "protect" each other) to give the narrative spice. Anyway, it was really cool to see how they gradually got to know each other and trust each other more deeply, and became more comfortable being affectionate. It felt so genuine! but ESPECIALLY because in the political plot, they are able to come out victorious because they choose to trust each other and work together, even in moments where it looks doubtful, it makes their relationship stronger, the plot more interesting, and the ending more satisfying than pointless self-sacrifice and secret keeping between lovers for no reason i can tell but to bait viewers. AHEM FAIRY AND DEVIL AHEM.

anyway there's also something about ... when the series began the emperor was this quiet, rigid, studious man, and the empress was energetic, likes being outside and doing martial arts, uncomfortable and avoids official duties and navigating social niceties bc she's kind of clumbsy. they both kind of don't get each other, thinks the other despises their way of being and so is defensive against them for that... after their body swap is over they have an appreciation for the other it's like they can become more themselves and more confident in who they are because they are loved. there's this part where the empress bursts onto the scene (pregnant) in armour and the emperor (who can barely hold a sword) is just having a major "😍!! that's my WIFE" moment. and he doesnt want to try to subdue her anymore. i mean the empress also appreciates his political cunning and intelligence blah blah, i think it's obvious who I'm here for haha.

there's some iiiiinteresting very softly gendery sexuality playfulness i think too. first of all the emperor becoming so sweet and silly after the body swap and empress becoming so fierce and grumpy ... i was like, oh. and then there's a whole part where the empress-as-emperor goes to meet with a tatar queen and they go horseback riding, heavy drinking, sparring (all the things the real emperor can't do) and they GREATLY enjoy each others company. then later when the tatar queen comes and realizes the emperor is different she finds out the secret of the body swap, and is just like cool, so the empress is actually my soulmate (implied) then she and the empress spend every day together and seem to be very close. and i just think that's neat! (can the empress have a harem? well actually she kind of ends up with one :P)

also the emperor's brother is typical frivolous, chatty, pleasure-house-going, expert fan wielder, who has a very flirty relationship with the extremely sexy and mysterious imperial astrologer purple man who has robes where the sleeves looks kind of like feathery wings in certain angles?? very good!

[peachjagiya]

https://x.com/taekookiieness/status/1776155729562419570

What is this need they have to be glued to eachother all the time lol. They really are like magnets. Also maybe its just me but I feel like entangling your legs with someone is really intimate no? Like that is something I reserve for my husband, especially if I we are feeling clingy but in company, then our legs will do the talking lol. I get that the members are close on a different level than most friendships but these two will comfortably sit like that for long periods without even acknowledging what they are doing, it's like an unconcious thing and so different from the usual bursts of affection the members have with eachother. It's not like blatant flirting or anything so I get why people brush it off as nothing but gestures like these speak of a certain intimacy and lack of boundaries you usually see with couples.

🥹🥹🥹

I just went to watch a video of them all cuddling up and I noticed a few things:

👉 Joonie and Yoongi don't really seem to do a lot of this.

👉 Jin and Hobi will definitely climb on the maknae line in bed to wake them up or cuddle them but it's always with a purpose. Incidentally these two are most likely to refer to them as their babies.

👉 JK definitely seems to regard his hyungs as like four parents and himself as their baby and gets his cuddles from them accordingly. He's particularly happy cuddling Hobi and Jin, the self-described parents with mummy vibes.

👉 Tae seems less adhered to age dynamics and has his favoured cuddles, namely anyone who doesn't freely give it ie; Yoongi 😂 and trying to get Joonie to hold him in his sleep. Tae seems to enjoy receiving big demonstrations of affection. His Wooga hyungs cuddling him in bed, getting a morning kiss from Wooshik.... I think he likes to feel loved in that way.

👉 Jimin is at an awkward almost middle of the group where it's fair game with everyone.

Then you get to the maknae interactions when it becomes less about parent-child dynamics:

👉 Jimin seems like the cuddliest of the maknae line. Tae is unbothered by this but it doesn't feel like he seeks it out? He's curiously passive in a lot of these hyper cuddly moments with Jimin. But their general comfort levels say a lot about their bond. It's sweet to see. I get ZERO romantic vibes. Like if it's possible to be NEGATIVE romantic? 😂

👉 Jungkook seems less comfortable with Jimin hugs. I'm sorry that's just how I read it. I'm not saying I'm right. *Puts on a helmet* 50% of the time he's leaning away. I don't think this is about Jimin himself. I think it's about JK not quite feeling like baby or boyfriend with Jimin.

Edit: because someone thinks I'm painting Jimin in a bad light - I don't think Jimin is forcing anything and in fact I think Jungkook being like a grouchy little brother about it sometimes is a tried and tested friend dynamic and speaks to their closeness. I think they're close friends and value each other. Ok? Ok. Chill. Jeez.

So bearing their general puppy pile vibes in mind, why does it feel different with Taekook?

👉 The cuddliness is equal. People who claim Tae is all over JK while JK hates it are at best just wrong (and at worse wilfully trying to drag Tae) It's equally distributed between initiating and reciprocating.

👉 The affection is small so it feels more intimate. It's less showy. Never presented with any ceremony. It just seems second nature from their lack of reaction to the affection. No surprise or like "oof, we're hugging now!", just naturally fitting into each others space. It's not just JK getting hugs from his hyungs or Tae requiring outward demonstrations of love. With JK and Tae, it's just easy and natural magnetism.

(On a side note: Does anyone else remember Tae saying that he loves to cuddle in bed and the others are a bit weird about it but Jungkook thinks it's cute and cuddles him? Did I imagine that?)

Thanks anon. I loved this 💜

[actualbird]

The cafe event has gotten me into a polynxx mood lately... Just them getting along together, them praising Vyn for his desserts, Marius who keeps asking for Artem's meals, Vyn & Luke making their dishes match eachother like dear god and them just making sure that Rosa is alright while she's walking all over the place as a waitress!!! Your honor, this is my silly polyamorous investigation group!!!

I'm just finding sm comfort in thinking about them right now spending lots of time together and I can't help but get a stupidly big grin on my face.

Bc they're together a lot (not only in the event but as a team in general) I wonder whether they start noticing eachother's weird or silly little habits (i.e. pretending that they're interrogating and waterboarding someone while pushing dirty dishes down into some soapy water). Or even nice little things they do for eachother (i.e. something like peeling an orange for someone while they're on break).

hi hi creckar!!! and gosh mood about this whole event, im enjoying it so much and it's definitely giving me polyam nxx vibes too hHHHHHHHHH. the entire intro scene was so lighthearted entertaining but also so sweet (im never getting over marius calling the others his friends, THEYRE FRIENDS, YOUR HONOR!!!!) and that bit with artem openly praising vyn's cooking and vyn responding by laughing oh my gosh my heart fluttered, THESE PEOPLE ENJOY EACH OTHER'S COMPANY I LOVE THEM AND THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND //puts on shipping goggles, ARE ALSO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

speaking of being in love with stuff, im in love with ur hc in this ask. they so totally would notice each other's habits because 1) aforementioned THEY CARE ABT EACH OTHER SO MUCH and 2) theyre all just naturally very perceptive people, in regards to how much they can realize and note about others.

little things like how mc writes down orders in a certain manner on her notepad, or how luke hums to himself when hes making drinks, or how artem gets this focused glint in his eyes whenever hes in the zone cooking, or how vyn uses his lunch break to take a nap first and foremost before having a munch, or the irony of marius loving ice cream but being very susceptible to brainfreezes. all these little details compound and are noticed, but in a very casual way. it's like getting to know more about each other without even having to speak or talk. im sure once this cafe thing is over, they both know more than they realize about the other team members

i also like to think that some habits get Adopted. like yknow how when people are close, they adopt some habits or quirks of the ones theyre close with? yeah now everybodys little quirks are The NXX Team's Collective Quirks. our quirks now. so sometimes you'll find vyn humming when hes working, or artem trying out mc's notetaking system. sadly, nobody can take the burden of marius' brainfreezes for him though

all in all, im super loving this event, it's so cozy and cute and fun!!! now if only luke's SR card would reveal itself to me early, thatd really make this event perfect.....LHSVFLSD

[mrs-monaghan]

Sorry to say this but I don't understand why you jkkrs are so happy after reading about jikook from the book. I mean yes it was sweet that they talked about their trip to Japan or jk talked about how jimin came to find him when he was drinking alone and stressed but again..it's not anything which makes sure that they were a couple. In fact... after filming jk went somewhere to drink alone without telling jimin because he was feeling stressed..it only shows how they were never a couple. And jimin came for him to find him and comfort him...was again proved that how emotionally stable jimin always was as a person for every member in the group. He was always there somewhere comforting the members..jk was no exception. And you can find these types of emotional stories from every member about him jimin being there for them. But the fact that jk went alone...his own way after doing his work in the company... clearly shows that they were and still are.. great friends but nothing more.

Okay anon. I will gladly explain this to you in the most simplest of terms. Okay? So listen. Are you listening? On this post I said the following:

To a none shipper Jikook are good friends who went to Tokyo and walked down a dark alley. 2 friends who comfort each other when sad. To someone logical this is sweet and not that big of a deal. This is not information that should be stressing people out. Surely.

So yeah, the new moments are not ground breaking, they're just cementing what we already know. That Jikook is real. Those moments are about GCFT and that, dear anon, shows exactly how Jikook are a couple. Whats in the book is cute and just reminds us how close they are and how beautiful their rlship is.

Which brings me to your question as to why we are celebrating something that's not that deep. Well, here is why. Do you see this video?

That moment is exactly what OP describes it as

Like... its not a big deal. Jikook are just goofing about.. its not that serious and yet we celebrate it, why? You wanna hear sum'n crazy? This is not even an underrated Jikook moment. It's quite popular. But why?

Because we already know that Jikook is real. We don't need proof, we don't need evidence and we definitely do not need confirmation. We know already that they are a couple. From mountains of evidence you are ignoring and choosing only to look at what's in the book. But that's the thing anon, unlike you we don't forget whats happened since 2015 to date.

We already know Jikook is real. If someone came to me and asked me why I think they're real I won't show them what's on the book, I won't show them this video of them touching each other's necks. These are just a bonus! These just accompany the huge moments.

To summarize; We already know Jikook are a couple. So now we just sit back and enjoy the little tidbits we get here and there. And we coo and smile and laugh and just love them even more. That, is why we are celebrating the moments in the book.

We already knew the Tokyo trip was special but the fact that they can't move on from it, it means something. The fact that GCFT exists, it means something.

Anyway guys. Let's get GCFT to 40M. It was 30M before the book dropped and its now at 33M 🤭🤭🤭 this means its been watched 3 million times already and it hasn't even been 24 hours. And people really think we are a small ship? He he heee... we have fucking numbers bro!

[pageofheartdj]

Lucifer would for SURE have that insecurity. Pulling away? Not wanting to make the first step towards communication? Feeling out of place and like he doesn't belong? I bet the other's would catch on and they'd all develop their own approaches into encouraging Lucifer out of his depression cave, so to speak.

Alastor would probably annoy him out of it but if that didn't work would probably ask Rosie or Lilith for help? He's got a reputation as the Unflappable Radio Demon to uphold (headcanon: Alastor is awkward with emotions and doesn't quite know what to do so he sorta.. either doesn't say anything when he has to deal with emotions with others or is snarky because he at least knows how to do that. He develops his own way of showing appreciation and comfort though)

Alastor and Rosie ABSOLUTELY would have gossip sessions. Lilith might join in just to hear the updates about some big drama (ugh Susan) and offer tea and biscuits or something? Lucifer popping in with a snarky comment but wanting to just sit back and enjoy their company is sweet!

I could see Rosie's insecurity maybe coming from wanting to help everyone and feeling sorta guilty that she isn't in cannibal town there to help 24/8? Like, she might get worried that she'll miss something or something could happen to the town while she's gone?

Lilith uhhh. Maybe she feels out of place? The rest either did something to piss off god (lucifer) or actively earned their spot in hell, meanwhile she just.. didn't want to be a servant to an asshole of a man. Like, absolutely fair but probably doesn't feel equivalent to literally gifting humanity freewill and whatever Al and Rosie were up to. She's in between a fallen angel and human but didn't really live the life of either?

Charlie would be SO supportive and Alastor would take such joy in flexing that he has some of/literally the most powerful demons on "his side" (they love him despite being showy sometimes).

Maybe there'd be some tension between Luficer and Alastor because Al is more like the stereotypical devil than Lucifer is?

They're all so silly and quirky and have such potential xD honestly relationship goals tho? In a polycule (queer platonic, in my case) where everyone can get along in different ways and support each other and be comfortable being themselves?? Goals xD

Yeah the feeling of shame and guilt will keep appearing and therefore 'who would want to someone like him, cant even create anymore' TT

Oh I absolutely believe being geniunely open and vulnerable is extremely hard to Alastor! His smiles and sharp behaviour is not just a mask but a protective comfortable layer! And even if he tries to be more close it's still the default that is hard to pass by. I believe he can muster something actually real if the other person will be so crushed they aren't reacting to anything else anymore!!

Honestly Rosie and Alastor are a nice tag team xD He deals with the depressed king when he is too inside of his head, he can be manhandled by Alastor xD And when he is actually responsive, Rosie can step in and gently reassure him. And Lilith will give this 'do you love us? respect us? we would never stay with someone we dont care about and you know it'. This harsh love xD

I really like how in terms of dealing with stress and trauma Alastor pushes forward and Lucifer pulls away😭

I've read Rosie likes cooking! Like Al!! Imagine them preparing food for private lunches! I hc Lucifer is a decent cook, but there is not point in trying when these two are amazing XD And Lilith can watch over and make sure they aren't slipping something more fleshy XD So in the end they just sit there and Rosie gives all the hot goss with Alastor and Lilith joining in and Lucifer chilling while following their conversations and occasionally commenting <3

OH she might! She is very envolved with her community and she probably takes to heart when she fails someone while she expected not to! I LOVE characters that put too much on their shoulders!!(she is just like Charlie fr fr)

I don't know with Lilith. It seems she got all she wanted: got away from Adam, got an awesome new home where she 'thrived'. I do wonder if she is... vengeful? SHE got it all good, but her husband was crushed and he never properly recovered. She might be furious with Heaven for this. And for exterminations.

Oh Alastor is truly an attention seeker, he would always flex his partners in public(but never be actually intimate with them because it is for HIM to see only!)

It may be at the beginning? But it would be fun if Lucifer will actually use Alastor's scariness xD Oh you want a scary devil? I can give you something scary xD And Alastor enjoys it, intimidating and jumping people is his favourite type of fun xD

*sigh* All their dynamics are so fun it's a treat <3 (Rosie and Lilith having ohoho mean gossip sessions with their 'pathetic' looks on others(ugh Susan), Rosie and Alastor going on hunts and cooking together, Alastor and Lucifer having improvised lighthearted musical competitions(full blown dance numbers), Lucifer and Lilith going to concerts and theatres incognito, Lilith and Alastor having violent and fun radio podcasts, Rosie and Lucifer going to hellborn balls and Cannibal Town gatherings)

(for me it's only QPR cause everyone else can mess around and I'll jump in for a short smooch and be out jkhj XD)

[contentstarved]

I’ve been a fan of your blog for a while, and when I came back I revisited trigun after a friend had recommended it to me. Honestly I hyperfixated on Vash so fast, I love me some silly guys (who are also sad and need to be comforted because damn)

I saw you mentioned you liked Vashwood in one of your posts, do you have any spare hcs you could share?

HI GUESS WHO LET THIS SIT IN THE INBOX FOR A MONTH AND NEVER ACTUALLY TOUCHED IT FOR SOME REASON. first of all, hi, i fucking understand, i love v.ash so much good lord. my traumatized blonde man who needs so much more help than he allows himself. or that anyone else really gives, but, you know. i'll be pulling a little bit from some of my writing and roleplaying for this so it might be a little softer than canon!

Btw I wasn't sure what kinds of hcs you want, given I'm. A kink blog. But I tried to add in some non kink ones.

W.olfwood generally does not Get why V.ash treats himself like shit, at least not for a while; he has his guesses, but it takes him awhile until V.ash straightup tells him one night that he feels like he has to be useful and helpful to deserve anything, and that's when W.olfwood is really like. Ah shit. I will make sure not to take no for an answer from this point on and make sure he knows he deserves to be allowed to take care of himself even when he's not useful or even if he thinks he fucked something up. Probably even especially then.

Unfortunately V.ash will still skirt the line and undereat, but after a certain point you have to go "something's better than nothing and maybe he'll break and actually fucking eat." Especially with him.

And W.olfwood picks up pretty quick on the kinds of things V.ash likes but is nervous about asking for because... truthfully... the man isn't subtle. Sure, he would eat just about anything, but W.olfwood notices really fast that he's especially excited about salmon, sweets, and fruit, which he never asks for because fruit and fish are pretty damn expensive, but. Look. Sometimes a guy wants to spoil his boyfriend with a massive guilt complex, okay?

In rougher times with less money - or if V.ash is just being especially stubborn - he'll give some of his ration bars. They're not by any means good, but they at least give some respite from the constant hunger V.ash deals with for a little while.

As for some non kink ones:

They are both idiots. Together. V.ash is generally the goofier of the two because he strongly believes in faking it until you make it, but he also has so many stupid things to say and he may very well just die if he doesn't get to say them. It's contagious. I think they're both loosening the other up in different ways here.

W.olfwood also learns very quick that genuine kindness is not something V.ash is used to, and a little scared/intimidated by, and it lets W.olfwood go back a little to being a caretaker. He thought it was something he lost, but the neurotic plant makes him care, damn it, and he's slowly slipping back into being more gentle and loving, at least for V.ash. Other folks might still be on their own. Especially when he sees the thanks V.ash gets for his trouble.

Similarly, V.ash is gentle and close with W.olfwood; even if at first it's just W.olfwood doing his job, they still enjoy each other's company and V.ash... well. He tries to do a lot for him. He wants to help and listen and convince W.olfwood he's not a monster. They're both trying to convince each other of that.

W.olfwood also comes to think of V.ash as beautiful because of his plant features; the feathers, the markings, the sort of strange mannerisms are all a plus for him. If it gets strangely religious at times it's not his fault. It's on both sides anyway.

[hendolish]

maybe something jude/aaron, that clip of them is so cute

maybe something with jealousy

love your writing!!

jude bellingham/aaron ramsdale - leap of faith ♡

In a foreign and unfamiliar hotel room in God-knows where, Jude and Aaron revel in the comfort of each other's company. They're in that sweet spot of their relationship where every touch ignites sparks of affection, and every shared moment feels like a treasure.

As they lounge on the couch, Aaron absentmindedly scrolls through his phone, while Jude, always the playful one, seizes the opportunity to launch himself onto Aaron's broad back, wrapping his arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

"Gotcha!" Jude exclaims gleefully, his laughter filling the room as he nuzzles into Aaron's shoulder.

Aaron chuckles, enjoying the playful antics of his boyfriend. "You're lucky you're light, mate," he teases, shifting slightly to accommodate Jude's weight.

Their playful banter is interrupted by the buzzing of Aaron's phone—a notification from social media that catches his eye. His brows furrow slightly as he scrolls through a series of photos featuring Jude and Trent posted by the England account, their close friendship evident in every frame.

A pang of jealousy tugs at Aaron's chest, his insecurities surfacing. He can't help but feel a twinge of envy at the close bond shared between Jude and Trent, their friendship seemingly growing stronger with each passing day.

Sensing Aaron's unease, Jude shifts his position, his playful demeanour giving way to genuine concern. "What's up, mate? Something bothering you?" he asks, his eyes scanning Aaron's face for any sign of distress.

Aaron hesitates, his gaze flickering away for a moment before he meets Jude's eyes. "Just seeing you and Trent getting on so well... I dunno, makes me feel a bit left out, I guess," he admits, shrugging awkwardly.

Jude's expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Hey, it's nothing like that," he reassures Aaron, his voice earnest. "Trent's a mate, sure, but you're my favourite, you know? Don't need anyone else when I've got you."

A small smile tugs at the corners of Aaron's lips, relief washing over him. "Sorry for being daft," he says, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Jude's cheek.

With a playful grin, Jude messes with Aaron's hair affectionately. "No worries, mate. Just remember—it's me and you, always."

And as they settle back into each other's embrace, the warmth of their bond eclipses any lingering doubts or insecurities.

♡

[meownotgood]

i think my favorite aki/reader dynamic is like. teenage friends to adult idiots who are obviously in love. like they both lost their family young and got scouted by public safety, so they end up in the same middle/high school and have their own weird social dynamics where aki is really stiff and weird but he’s great at any sport he signs up for and the reader is bad at sports but good in literature and math and even though aki is doing fine in all of his classes, he asks for their help just to have an excuse to hang out with them after school. growing up with them means there’s a specific intimacy to everything he knows about them- once they’re both 18, it’s a no-brainer to move in together, and they switch off on cooking meals. the reader knows how he likes his eggs, aki has their food allergies memorized, the reader keep sweets in the pantry for themselves (but really for aki to share, bc he has a bit of a sweet tooth he won’t admit to). anyways i just love the idea of aki being like yeah this is my best friend who is half of my heart and i plan my grocery trips around their favorite meals. what do you mean that sounds like love. and aki suddenly getting so nervous and romantic and blushing as he buys a bundle of flowers for them and puts it on the table in a nice vase and taking a little longer to do his hair and takes their suggestions at what to wear and blushes when they take his shirts to sleep in…. ugh! - 🍊

sigh.... I love this so much.... childhood friends to lovers with aki is my absolute favorite and I hope to write something full about it some day

I really like the idea of you and aki going to school together; the two of you would relate to each other immediately because you both lost your homes and your families to tragedy — although, you might not get along with him right away. teen aki is rude, he's quite closed off. it's a lot more difficult to get close to him, but for some reason, you keep trying to. you seem to see a part of him no-one else sees.

you're kind to him, you don't treat him as if he's an outcast like everyone else at school does. he isn't about to admit that he likes you, nor that he enjoys your company. he won't tell you he likes it when you sit next to him at lunch or when you walk home with him, and how he hates when you have to turn down your street and leave him behind because walking is so much lonelier without you. but he does rush to find you whenever you're in the same class and there's group work, he does ask if you'd like to come over to study together.

the longer you've known him, the more he's warmed up to you. you've seen how he speaks to others, how he's just as rude and unapproachable to them as he was when you first met him. but he has a soft spot for you —he's always checking up on your well-being, he's careful not to hurt you when you train together. he gives you the easy missions when they're tasked of you and him by public safety. he's always a completely different person, but it's more him than anything else.

and he knows things about you no-one else knows, just as you know things about him no-one else has ever seen. he puts on such a tough persona, but you know how he cries when things get too much, you've held him whenever he's felt lonely. he appreciates those things more than he expresses.

when the two of you get older, he mellows out a bit — he's definitely still cold, but not as impolite as before, he's more so strict and direct. you move in together because it's the easiest, most cost-efficient option at the time. aki is the one person you feel most comfortable around. he's the person you'd trust with anything, even your life.

and living with him is nice, honestly. he's always neat and quiet. after power and denji move in, you don't have your own space anymore, but aki makes room for you to share it with him. he gives you his bed and sleeps in the living room, but that quickly turns into you sleeping in the same bed together.

somehow, with him, it feels comfortable, natural. maybe it's because it reminds you of the sleepovers you had when you two were younger. his presence beside you is nice. if you listen closely, sometimes you can hear his quiet snores.

even once you've saved up enough money to get your own place (that was the original plan) you decide not to. you'd miss him too much. you've grown accustomed to this life you and him have together, whatever you'd call it.

some things never change, and just as aki refused to admit how he felt about you when he was younger, he's the same way now.

yes, he likes you, that's obvious, but no, he doesn't like like you. you're his best friend, that's all there is to it.

you're his best friend, who he would lay his life on the line in order to protect. who he takes on trips with him to his hometown so he can show you around and introduce you to all the little things he remembers from before he met you. who he frequently spends his entire paycheck on, just because he likes seeing you smile whenever he's given you something special.

you're just... important to him, that's all. and when he blushed once you caught him staring at you, it's just because he was thinking about something else (definitely not because he loves the way you look when you're wearing his old tshirt with one of his hair ties around your wrist).

and when he tucked you into bed and kissed your cheek before you fell asleep, it was just because the two of you were drinking, and he was kind of drunk, he just did it without even thinking, and he hoped you were asleep already so you wouldn't notice (you weren't, and you did).

[neonshrike]

⭐️ for some directors commentary on a section of your choosing from Soundbite?

So sorry this is late, but I wanted to do another round of this! I'm going to go with Hope's speech in the epilogue, because it's one of my favorite scenes and I think it just adds so much payoff to our main five.

“First of all, I would like to thank my mother, Janet van Dyne, without the knowledge they passed onto me, I would not be here today. To my father, Dr. Hank Pym, who truly started this company and whose research changed the world.” Hank and Janet stood up together as the audience applauded them. He smiled a little, knowing that his work and his legacy were in good hands. Janet looked at Hope with as much pride as possible, her daughter grew up to be a strong, intelligent, and selfless woman. 

After all of the years apart with Janet away, the Blip, and having to face losing everything because of Daniel, they finally get to be a family again and Hope gets to live her dream of carrying on their work. It's a pretty sweet moment for all of them, and kind of ties into what she's up to in Quantumania since I wanted to be (mostly) canon-compliant at the time of writing.

“And to my partner, Scott Lang, who inspires me every day to dream for a brighter future and to remember what is worth fighting for.” The applause grew as Scott stood up and waved, with many people in the audience knowing him better for his heroics and the part he played in the Blip. Hope took a small moment of silence, then looked back up into the audience.

One of my favorite couples in the MCU, they're just so supportive of each other and the whole relationship is just full of love and trust. Scott kind of enjoys a little time in the spotlight now that he's a full-blown Avenger, so he waves to the crowd. But of course, he still knows it's Hope's night.

“I would also like to mention that on this day, one year ago, the world was brought back to life thanks to the Avengers and the sacrifices of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff, so tonight we honor them. Without them, none of this would be possible.” Lucille looked over at Bruce who kept his attention on Hope as he attempted to hide his injured arm and ignore the hundreds of stares he was receiving.  His eyes met hers for a moment, and she gave him a comforting smile, knowing that he was also the one to thank. Bruce looked back at her and smiled back. 

According to the timeline, Bruce is on his island helping Jen on October 17, but I wanted this moment to happen. If the films aren't going to acknowledge Natasha's sacrifice, then I will.

I made the (maybe canon?) decision for no one to know Bruce was the one to bring everyone back, it felt like it would be something he would do, stay away from the attention and give it to the friends he lost. He wouldn't like the status of being half the universe's resurrector.

Lucille is apart from him for her own reasons, but they're still close friends and she wants to look out for him. There's just a silent moment of knowing and comfort between them.

A moment of silence was given, and Hope continued on. Lucille could feel what was coming, and Kurt held her hand.  “There is a history to this space, and a lesson in the choices we can make with our strengths. Daniel Bergman built this foundation, LINK, as a means to seize power and use scientific innovation to hurt and control people. But there was someone brave enough to speak out against it.”

Kurt being there for her with that hand hold, a subtle way of telling her he's there to support her through this. They know each other so well. 🥺

There will be no requiem for Daniel Bergman, and his legacy is just all of the horrible things he did and the people he hurt. I thought it would be poetic to have LINK be rebuilt into the Pym van Dyne Foundation, and goes with Lucille when it comes to something bad being repurposed into good.

It became public knowledge soon after Daniel’s death that a former employee of LINK exposed his crimes, but there were no specifics and it eventually faded into mystery.  As hard as they tried, they couldn’t completely hide the truth, but it was enough to protect Lucille and give her the normal life she deserved after her ordeal. Or at least, something close to normal.

I struggled with the decision to keep Lucille's identity a secret or not, there were a lot of upsides and downsides. Ultimately, I decided to keep what she did hidden from the public for now, she's been through enough. It's a bit of a balance between her being able to forget and her life being changed forever.