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caemidraws · 2 years ago
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[ἀγάπη, agápē]
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ladyofthelake · 2 years ago
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Making a post on my rings of power blog about Durin and the automatic tags come up and its full of Merlin pain :):):):) 
Ive included them below because this made me unwell hahah
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heartkaji · 6 months ago
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WINBRE BOYS + THIRSTY TWEETS !
inc : sakura haruka, suo hayato , ren kaji, togame jo contains explicit language + celeb au
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SAKURA HARUKA !
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“ume’s left ballsack says : do you think sakura’s pubes are white or black or are they divided into both like his hair ?”
kill sakura now.
he’s a red cheeked mess of sweat & nervous system shivers. he’s practically hyperventilating as you laugh beside him, melting into a puddle of molten blush cheeks & ultraviolet bone. he shakes at a frequency not unlike ultrasound.
“oh my fucking god sakura—well ? what do you have to say to the fans ?”
you elbow the quivering boy. if you were any less of the devil you are you’d forcefully refuse the question or at least answer it in his place—you did know the truth firsthand after all. but you’re the serpent in the garden & seeing sakura squirm is like an apple down your throat. sakura is still blinking eyes & flushing nose & palms bleeding sweat bullets so you’ve had to grab the phone from his hands in fear it might fall from the way they quake & quiver.
“ what the fuck kind of question is this ? where are your parents ? guardians—?”
“baby, that question could apply to you too.”
“shut up !”
SUO HAYATO !
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“slut4suo69 says : i need to know what’s under suo’s eyepatch. is he blind ? does he have some cool sexy scar ? does he have no eye at all ? not that i care. i’d fuck the shit out of his empty eye socket — three holes are better than two !”
“oh.”
you burst out laughing. this is the first time you’ve seen dagger mouthed suo hayato speechless. his mouth is hung agape as he seizes the phone from your hands & reads the tweet over & over again as if it’ll cause the digital ink to melt off & fly away. each time he reads his mouth gets drier & you swear you can see blisters bruling on his tongue.
“this is the most vulgar thing i’ve ever seen.”
“so true ! now answer it.”
you tuck your hair & dip your head over suo’s shoulders to get one last look at the tweet before facing the camera.
“though i can’t match your freak with the whole eye fucking thing, i too, slut4suo69, would absolutely love to know what’s under my boyfriend’s eyepatch.” you bat your lashes at the bedazzled brunette & loop an arm around his elbow. “the fans & i wanna know, suo. do tell.”
“i’m pretty sure i’ve told you this before, angel—“
“aht aht ! no thousand year old dragon bullshit, hayato. we promised to answer all the questions truthfully, remember ?”
suo heaves a sigh, breath heavy & chest tight as you rest your head on his arm. his thumb traces lazy swirls & zig zags over your knuckles.
“i see. if the fans wanna know, who am i to refuse, hm?”
REN KAJI !
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“isagi solos your fave says : i need kaji to suck me the way he sucks his lollipops. hear me out y’all—his tongue swirling over your clit, teeth grazing your folds as he—“
“aight that’s enough,”
you giggle as kaji pulls out the phone between your palms. you reach over his lap for it, pathetic attempts to grab the device from his hands while kaji raises it higher & higher. his palm burns against your stomach to keep you away.
“i fucking hate the internet, bro. don’t y’all have hobbies ? friends ? occupations ?”
you’re giggling & snorting as kaji cusses out the camera. “and i swear, word to my mother that whoever wrote this is is like, twelve. what in the wattpad is this ?”
kaji pulls out the cherry red sucker resting in his cheek. “this shit don’t even taste sweet anymore, man.” he flings the candy angrily into a silver can sitting across the set.
you bury your head in the sleeve of his jacket, a red nosed, puffy faced mess of sweltering eyes & plum heavy cheeks. your snorts are muffled in the linen of his sleeves. “heaven knows i love my fans but fuck, i cannot wait for some of you to rot in hell.”
“god ren,” you clap your hands in between teary eyed giggles. “i’m trying to breathe baby please stop..!”
“fuck no. you horny bitches need to be euthanized. eradicated. like hello ? is this what our lord and savior jesus christ died for ? are these the kind of sins he repeatedly has to forgive ? he’s better than me for real cuz i can’t take this anymore.”
kaji walks off the set but you’re too busy wiping tears & sniffling nose to follow. “somebody ! tell him to come back..!”
TOGAME JO !
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“kubzscouts is my wifey says : fellas is it gay to want togame jo to slide into you slowly, teasing your entrance with light strokes as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear like ‘you can take it baby, that’s a good girl’ as his big fat coochie crusher69 slips into—jo i don’t want to read this anymore.”
you look up at him with pretty peach painted lips bent into a pout. his palm stops teasing at your thigh momentarily before picking up again, “m’ not quite sure i want you to read it either, pretty.”
you report the account without even waiting for togame’s approval. he cracks a smile when he notices your cherry drenched cheeks & red dyed ears.
“someone seems jealous.”
“and i know that someone isn’t me jo, so which of your other a-b-c-d looking ass bitches are you talking about ?”
togame whistles playfully, palms trailing further up your thigh. his touch is a ghost burying your nerves in sap & soil. you pretend your skin doesn’t ache from the way he draws hearts on your knee.
“now, now. i think we both know i’m a loyal man, yeah ?”
“who’s we ? kubzscouts over here is describing bedroom you with awful precision.”
he lets out a boyish laugh. “she missed a few things, though. don’t i always kiss it first ?”
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telail · 1 year ago
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☆- [7:26 AM] Waking up with Wooyoung
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Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Poc!Fem!Reader Tags: 1k wc, established relationship, fluff, suggestive, ateez scenario 🎧- PILLOWTALK by ZAYN note: a request for my pookie and current fave moot @kairoot hope u like it stinka. ^3^ - TAE
You had to move as slowly, and as quietly as possible.
That is if you didn't want to wake up the ticking time bomb next to you. Softly snoring with his mouth slightly agape, it looked as if he was in the deepest state of zen that an unconscious person could possibly be in.
But you knew better than to believe that. It was Wooyoung, for all you knew he’d crack his eyes open at the sound of a deep sigh. 
Your body had subconsciously woken you up without the help of an alarm about 40 minutes before you needed to head out for work.
Wooyoung lay still on his stomach, his head facing in your direction as his arm bent slightly above his head. Resting barley under your pillow but more so under his. 
You sat up and stretched, extending your limbs in the most subtle way possible in hopes that your boyfriend would not interrupt his own rest and wake up at the simple movement of your stretching.
Your hopes were in vain when just as you were about to relax your arms from their place above your head you felt warm slender fingers glide their way across the little portion of your slightly exposed tummy. Settling on the other side of your hip with a subtle squeeze.
The sensation of Wooyoung’s fingers tickled and caught you off guard a bit, causing you to jolt and bring your arms down in one quick motion.
“Morning baby..” He mumbles, a sleepy smirk making its way onto his face as he turned his head slightly away from you to yawn.
“Good morning, woo.” You respond, your tiredness still evident in your voice.
He hummed to himself, using the arm that had already secured itself around your waist to tug you closer to him.
“Hey..” You say, sighing. You were intending to start a sentence but when you moved to look at him you were met with Wooyoung’s tired yet love filled eyes. Making you cut yourself off just to admire his current appearance for a moment or two.
“Hi pretty.” He responded, grinning and resting his eyes shut for a little longer than a few seconds.
You thought he’d fallen asleep again, that is until when you went to move, his grip on you only tightened as he urged you to stay close to him.
“You work today?” He grumbled, opening his eyes to look at you once again. “I do.”
He whined at this, rolling himself over so that he was laying in your lap. He looked up at you, his plump bottom lip jutting out a little, he was pouting.
“Don't look at me like that, you know my schedule honey. I’ve gotta make money one way or another.” You said, running your free hand through his messy but layered blonde and black strands.
“You don't “gotta” make money, you just choose to. I make enough for the both of us and more.” He negotiated, peppering light kisses over the scape of your navel, grumbling about how he could afford to buy you whatever your pretty heart desired. He’d rubbed his hand under the cloth of your cami so that the lower portion of your belly was revealed to him. 
“Call out,” He said between kisses. “Tell them you’ve come down with something and can't make it.” 
You sighed, it wasn't often but every now and then Wooyoung would get a break in his schedule and would want to sleep in, but not without you.
“I can’t do that, I’m fine. If I stayed I'd probably end up staying in bed all day.” You said, a small smile making its way onto your face as you thought back to you and Wooyoung’s last lazy day where you’d stayed in bed and cuddled, made out, and watched dramas all day.
“What's wrong with that?” He asked, lifting one of his eyebrows slightly as his body relaxed against his will at the feeling of your fingers dancing around his scalp.
“Everything when I’m supposed to be working.” You huffed. You tried to make a quick escape and shimmy your way from under him but you weren't able to get more than both legs off the bed when he clung onto you like a sloth on a branch.
“You know..” he started, a pinch of mischief in his tone. “I could really give you a reason to stay in bed all day. If that’s what you’re lookin’ for.” You groaned, fighting back a smile as you rolled your eyes and maneuvered yourself out of his grip. “I am not.”
He laughed at your reaction, loosening his grip enough to let you finally get up but not before grabbing your wrist when you went to walk away.
He puckered his lips expectantly, normally you'd oblige with his silent request for a kiss but you’d just woken up not too long ago and felt the need to brush your teeth more than anything.
You blew him an air kiss watching as his face contorted into that of disapproval. 
“I need to brush my teeth.” You said, suppressing a giggle at his offended expression.
“On my cheek then.” He said turning his cheek towards you, still a little puffy considering the fact that he’d just woken up.
You shook your head before leaning in to peck him on what you thought was gonna be his cheek before he turned his head at the last moment to meet your lips with his.
“Woo-” you went to protest and pull away but his hand had come up to the back of your head to gently hold you in place as he planted 2 more kisses on your lips then a third on your cheek. 
He pulled back with a proud grin, licking his lips as he watched you walk towards your shared bathroom, mumbling about him being gross.
“Love you too baby.” He said, stretching his own limbs and sitting up, preparing to mess with you throughout your entire morning routine until you eventually would leave him without you for a few hours.
He didn’t mind though, as long as you came back to him so that he could do it all over again.
excuse any mistakes ;P
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zhonglis-little-slvt · 7 months ago
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So.. Zhongli.....
If he's a dragon hybrid as many depict him to be, seeing as he's the former Geo Archon, with much power. Would he be able to control himself and his draconic nature in the heat of the moment with a small fragile human?
Two thick cocks stood before you, slightly weighed down from their length. You gulped, excitement and fear rising in you as you looked up at your lover from where you kneeled below him.
You were sat neatly on a silken pillow before the former Archon, while the male in question sat tall on the couch in front of you. His lithe index finger poked at your throat before his finely trimmed claw slowly and gently made it's way up to your chin to tilt your face toward his own, forcing your gaze to meet his amber eyes.
"What's wrong little thing?" He asks with a dark chuckle. Your legs shift below you on the pillow as you try to distract your nerves from becoming too much to handle, unknowingly avertingnur gaze.
With a snap of his fingers he regains your attention. Leaning down he places a festher-light kiss to your plush lips. "Talk to me sweetheart." He said, his tone slightly softer, but you could still hear the authority behind his words which made you shiver in anticipation.
"Not sure if I can do it." You murmured quietly. You had worried about having your first time in general but now? Seeing the length, the girth. Knowing how much it must hurt to stretch that far. You were intimidated to say the least.
He huffed out a soft laugh. "You can. I'll guide you through and we'll go gentle at first." The promise in his words had your heart melting. You knew you loved this man and you trusted him, so all you had to do was trust him one more time. "O-okay. Going slow. Got it." You replied, more so to yourself than to him.
He smiled as he watched you near his lengths with your mouth slightly agape. Hesitantly, you licked your lips before putting the tip of the first cock in your mouth. Just the tip was wide enough to have you open your mouth more than you had anticipated. A grunt sounded from above, making you look up at Zhongli to see his amber eyes... glowing?
Just as you were about to pull off to ask about his condition he suddenly spoke. "Fuck that feels so good. Think you can take me back a bit more baby girl?" You still wanted to ask but seeing the need written on his face made you quickly decide to hold off. After a quick breath through your nose you leaned forward a bit further, taking more of him into your mouth. Your gaze fell to his body as you saw what you were doing to him.
As pleasure consumed the former Archon, his arms turned black while his veins glowed a vibrant gold. The tips of his chocolate brown hair began to glow a soft orange hue as you saw his trimmed claws get slightly longer. Seeing the effect you had on him only empowered your actions, giving you a sense of pride as you began to lightly suck on the thick appendage the laid upon your tongue.
His hand raked through your hair as a growl rumbled through his chest. "Such a good girl- taking that cock." Your eyes roamed back up to his fave to see his pupils had turned to slits. His sharpened features had you rubbing your thighs together in need as you began to feel wet. "Can you take more? Just a little more? For me." He asked, his velvety smooth voice had you leaking as your tongue licked over a particularly thick vein it had found as you slid further down his shaft, causing his head to fall back with a loud moan.
His second cock was now in your face as you suckled on the first. Feeling a bit bad for ignoring the poor thing for so long you reached up to thumb at the tip. A sharp gasp had you looking up to see him arching his back with his head on the back of the couch. "Oh, oh my- Such a good girl." He praised.
He took your freehand and sat it upon his thigh as he held it while he smiled down at you, his fangs on full display for his special girl. "Look at you, making Daddy feel good like this." At that, you gagged and made him moan. "Oh? Was that a gag? Did I cause that?" He asked in a teasing tone.
Averting your gaze you focused back on his second cock as you smeared his precum around the tip. "Hey, good girls don't ignore their Daddy." He said as he made you look at him by lightly pulling at your hair, making ue softly whine. "You like that don't you?" Not able to pull away you huffed on his cock and sucked a bit harder which had him releasing your hair and squeasing your hand. "Oh yes you do!"
After you had gotten used to his length you began to bob your head and pump your small fist around him. His jaw dropped as his eyes rolled. You would be smirking with pride if your mouth wasn't full at the moment.
Your panties were soaked as was the pillow below you, and you knew he was close from how his thighs tensed. Tightening your grip on his second length you stroked him quickly and after a few swift pumps, you were gulping down dragon cum while more spilled over his abdomen.
You dropped your hands to your lap but your head remained in place as he came down your throat, the warm, white liquid stopping after a moment. Once his orgasm was finished you gave him one final suck before pulling away with a heavy pant. Getting proper breaths of air for the first time in minutes you took slow breaths with a prideful grin, you just made a dragon cum. Correction- you just made your dragon cum!
After he caught his breath, Zhongli sat up to look at you. "Hah- You ready?" He asked with a devilish grin. "Ready? I just finished?" You said confused. He only laughed
"You had me finish, now it's my turn." He growled out, sounding nearly feral as he leaned down from the couch and pinned you to the floor.
His forked tongue slithered over your collarbone and up your neck before delving into your mouth. You moaned softly as his teeth nipped at your lips whilst he explored your wet cavern. He was rough yet gentle and his actions have you writhing beneath him.
"Shh, patient. You'll get what you want soon enough." He soothed as his hand snaked down your body to pull off your drenched panties. His fingers slid over your folds, gathering your arousal before he found your clit. "Looks like someone's excited, hm?" He hummed into your ear lowly, resulting in a soft moan from you. He toyed with your clit, pinching, pulling, circling it with his claws, anything that had you arching your back.
Pressing a finger into your tight entrance, he began to thrust his digit in and out of you repeatedly. A lewd squelching sound resonating in the air as he adds another clawed finger overtime, stretching your dampened hole to take him. "Feeling good down there?" He asks? A teasing lilt to his voice. You can only nod, not trusting your voice.
Slowly he drags his fingers over your g-spot and pulls them from your core. A wet 'pop' sounding through the room. He takes the slick arousal from your leaking pussy and smears it along his cocks, sticking himself up before pressing both his tips to your core.
"Daddys little girl ready to take him?" He asks. You knew the question however, was rhetorical, as he already began pushing both lengths into your waiting hole, making you cry in ecstasy. "Oh my- Daddy!"
Your head fell back, expecting to be met with the hard floor but instead was met with the soft pads of your lovers fingertips. "That's it baby, let go." He sweetly cooed as he continued to push into your small hole.
Panting, you felt the wood peeling as your nails scratched at it. You felt as if he was trying to rip you in two in the most pleasurable way possible. It wasn't until you felt him stop moving did you breathe somewhat normally again. His tips were pressed against your cervix, hitting the deepest parts of your pussy and filling you full.
Without warning he began rutting into you. Thrusting into your small body as his clawed hands gripped your hips and kept them firmly held against the floor. His eyes were slides and his tongue was out. He looked like he wasn't even there anymore!
Despite your minor concerns for what was happening, you couldn't do a thing. Moans and gasps slipped from your lips as his twin cocks pummeled your insides without mercy.
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You laid on the floor panting as you came for the nth time that night. Zhongli was blissed out of his mind at the moment, his eyes were rolled back as he laid his head upon your chest. Everything was so peaceful despite the feeling of the pulsing in your core from his cocks still being buried balls deep inside you. But at the moment, you didn't care.
Everything was warm, you were content, and the moment he woke up- you knew you would be getting the best aftercare knowing to dragonkind.
This was a request but to anyone else who got this far. I hope you enjoyed it you fellow sluts <3
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roseharpermaxwell · 1 year ago
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RWRB FirstPrince Fake Dating Recs
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Click below for my fake dating faves.
Grown Men, Holding Hands by @whimsymanaged. T, 1.4k. “I didn’t know you two were together!” a paralegal named Dustin is exclaiming as he beams from Henry to Alex. “How oblivious of me. It’s not like there wasn’t a vibe.”
“Oh.” Henry laughs awkwardly and gives a little cough. God, Alex would die for this man. In a normal way. Obviously. “No, that’s good. We were hoping no one would pick up on the…vibe.”
or, Alex and Henry pretend to be a couple.
Iced Hazelnut Latte by @f-ing-ruthless-baz. T, 1.6k. When an American stranger comes up to him acting like his boyfriend, Henry rolls with it. Because what else is he going to do? Study?
sparks fly (whenever you smile) by cxpbuck. G, 4k. When Alex wakes up after a particularly alcohol-filled night, he’s surprised by a blonde stranger in his bed. What’s more surprising, however, are all the messages on his phone congratulating his engagement to said blonde stranger.
A Toast to the Night by @three-drink-amy. E, 5.5k. Henry looks up from his drink and swears his jaw drops. Standing in front of him is one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen. From his dark brown curls to the way his deep eyes gleam as he stands there, an awkward smile on his face. Henry is nearly sure this man is going to ask for his seat. He probably has some woman with him, scouring for a place to sit.
“Uh, hi,” the man says.
“Hi.”
“Look, this is really awkward,” he says and Henry feels the confirmation in his gut — also maybe disappointment. “My ex-boyfriend just walked in and I really don’t want to talk to him. I was wondering if I could sit here with you so that he won’t talk to me.”
can this be a real thing (can it?) by @theprinceandagcd. M, 5.7k. June huffs. “And I suggested that he does go, and take a date.”
Something uncomfortable gets stuck underneath Alex’s rib cage on his next breath. “It would piss them off,” he muses, staring at the furrow in Henry's brow and wishing he could smooth it away with his thumb. His fingers twitch, and he shoves his hand into his lap.
Henry is almost pouting. “Ah, yes. Let me select from the many suitors banging down my door.”
“Take me.”
It takes Alex a full second to realize that he’s the one who has spoken, and now everyone at the table is staring at him with slightly agape mouths.
Including Henry.
you don't know the answer (til someone's on their knees and asks you) by @theprinceandagcd. T, 6.1k. “This might be the best one yet,” Henry comments, picking up another forkful of cheesecake and holding it out toward Alex. “Cheers to another successful con.”
They clink their forks, sharing small secret smiles over their free dessert before exiting the restaurant with their fingers interlocked and thanking the hostess, while all the servers watch them leave with hearts in their eyes.
(are we falling like) snow on the beach by @coffeecatsme. T, 6.4k. Henry has to belatedly agree that the Craigslist ad isn’t posted by an organ harvester, yet confronted with the face that has haunted his dreams for weeks—even if all they shared was an awkward hug—Henry thinks that would’ve been more desirable.
Exactly the way they’d fucking planned it.
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Best friends Alex and Henry pretending to get engaged every week to get free dessert, until those pesky feelings get in the way.
When Henry needs a fake boyfriend for a family dinner, Pez finds him someone off of Craigslist. Turns out, it's the same person he's had a disastrous first date with months ago.
12 Year Starter by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.6k. “Hazza, you poorly assembled toast rack,” Pez interrupts him, effectively stopping Henry in his tracks as he tries to untangle the absurdity of that description. “You are not cancelling your birthday dinner just because your – admittedly charming and extremely sexy – best friend can’t hop across the pond in quite as sprightly and timely a manner as we’d previously hoped. You shall go to the ball.”
(call me) in case you need an escape by viciouslyqueer. T, 6.8k. Alex was studying in the library when a man asked to sit with him. He’s beautiful. 
will you be my (fake) boyfriend? by coffeecatsme. T, 8.2k. It's a split-second decision. He drops his towel aside and beelines next to the blonde, grabbing a bottle of vodka on his way so he doesn’t look suspicious, and slams it loudly on the counter next to the pair. The blonde jumps and stares at him with wide eyes.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Alex drawls out; he’s careful to move slowly but he leans over the counter anyway, going up on his tiptoes, and lets his lips brush against his cheeks. The blonde hairs tickle his forehead. “And here I was wondering where my favorite person went.”
During his shift at his bar, Out Law'ed, Alex saves him from a handsy flirt by pretending to be boyfriends. They keep it going. 
lover of mine (maybe we’ll take some time) by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 9.2k. “Why am I even invited to the wedding?”
“See, it’s a funny story,” Alex says quickly. “After we broke up, Nora took this new job in Upper Manhattan. So she and June live there now. And I’ve been so busy working at Luna’s new firm that I haven’t really talked to my family about anything other than the wedding. So, um. Well. They don’t know that we broke up.”
Henry feels his fingers digging into the invitation, crumpling the paper, but he doesn’t care. “They what?”
Alex buries his face in his hands. “I never told my family that we broke up.”
Green Means Go by @indomitable-love. E, 9.5k. ‘Ah the joys of student living,’ Henry says, smiling at Alex. There’s something warm in his eyes too despite the cool blue colour. ‘I see you found the dress code,’ he says smoothly, giving Alex a sly smile. His voice is smooth, honeyed and rich even over the vibrations of the music.
Alex’s brow furrows. ‘Dress code?’ 
Henry pauses. ‘You’re wearing green, are you not?’ 
‘Green?’ Alex asks, looking down at his shirt and then back to Henry, in a short sleeved yellow button up shirt, then to Pez in lime green. He looks around again – two girls on the dance floor dancing together, one in a deep green velvet dress, the other in a khaki jacket; a group next to them, all in red; someone dancing in yellow dungarees. Everyone around them in one of those three colours.
Oh, fuck. 
‘This is a stop light party,’ Alex says dumbly. 
Alex is an exchange student and ends up at a traffic light party that he doesn't realise is a traffic light party. 
All in the mood for a melody by clottedcreamfudge. E, 9.6k. Alex has a new upstairs neighbour. This isn't a problem in and of itself; it's not like he hasn't had upstairs neighbours before. It's been a revolving door of characters since he first moved into his own apartment four years ago, and none of them has been particularly significant.
This person though - whoever they fucking are - has a piano.
Just Business by bleedingballroomfloor. T, 11k. “I just need you to know that this is strictly a business relationship.”
Henry blinks. His brain is taking a minute to process everything — meeting Alex. Dozens of pictures lining his office walls, each featuring a different persona of his. Brochures upon brochures, prices upon prices. It’s a bit overwhelming.
“You’re asking for a lot here,” Alex continues, “and that means we’ll be spending a lot of time together. A Golden Tux. You’re asking me to pull off a Golden Tux, Henry. But I need you to know that this is just business.”
Henry knows he’s asking for a lot. A best man. A wedding party. Time with his family. He knows that this should only be about business. He knows.
(He also knows that Alex is very, very attractive, and he knows that this will be a long four weeks with Alex.)
i'll bet it all on me and you, i'll bet it all you're bulletproof by @anincompletelist. M, 11k. ALSO podfic by @thirdeye1234
“Let’s do this,” he says.
“Let’s,” Alex agrees, pushing down on the handle until the door swings open. “After you, boyfriend.”
This is most definitely not his finest idea. Henry usually practices much better self preservation skills. Much better common sense skills. He steps over the threshold of Alex’s room and it feels like sealing his fate.
They’re doing this for Alex to win over their bosses in a lighthearted game with a harmless lie, but Henry can’t fight off the bitter knowledge that, regardless of how tonight goes, Alex will be fine, but Henry has so much to lose.
Only Fools by @orchidscript. M, 13k. Henry rolled his eyes. “No. You tell me — that sounds better — why I should bring my ex-hook up to my brother’s wedding?”
Comfort Crowd by schmulte. T, 12k. But today. Today the universe is playing its worst prank yet. Because not only has fate cruelly given him a crush on possibly the most unattainable person at his school, but it also pushed them together in the most inconvenient of ways. And today must be the final nail in Henry’s coffin, because the perfect, beautiful boy sitting across from him has just opened his mouth and said:
“We should date.”
Firstprince fake dating/To All The Boys au!
Pez hummed and half-shrugged. “Why wouldn’t you? He’s the perfect thing to light your gran’s helmet of hair on fire.” Pez set his cup down and leaned forward onto the table. “That’s what Pip encouraged you to do, didn’t he?”
“Martha more than Pip, but yes. He did.” Henry sighed.
With his brother's wedding a few weeks away, Henry Fox is determined to not show up alone. Not wanting to ask a stranger, he instead turns to Alex, hoping to manufacture something believable from something familiar. Try as he might to keep a level head, Henry can't help falling in love with the man. Will it come around to bite him or will it turn into something more than he had hoped?
“Then ask Alex.”
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tangled up (with you) by @athousandrooms @dustratcentral. M, 16k. “See? I have no fucking filter. That’s exactly what got me into this situation. I guess the whole thing with wanting my mom to know I’m not straight got mixed up with all the frustration." Alex knows he's spiraling, panic rising the more he thinks of the snowballing effect of his lie, of the consequences that will inevitably come to bite him in the ass, but he has no idea how to stop it. "And now I have to come clean and tell her I don’t actually have a boyfriend and also explain why I lied, and if they didn’t think I was a complete mess before, this is gonna confirm it for sure.”
Henry takes hold of both his hands, fingertips stroking over his pulse points soothingly. “Alex, breathe.” He waits until Alex manages a slow, slightly shaky breath, then opens his mouth and throws him a fucking curveball. “What if you didn’t come clean?”
Alex is an expert at making messes, but this time he dug himself into a hole he doesn't know how to get out of, and now his family is expecting him to bring home a boyfriend that - small problem - doesn't exist. Luckily for him, Henry is willing to take the role.
Five Words In My Head by aforgottennymph. E, 19k.
“I have a proposition for you.” Henry tries not to think about those words in another context and ultimately fails. He schools his expression into something more civil, “Right. What is it?” Alex appears to be straining so hard to not roll his eyes that it’s surprising he hasn’t given himself a hernia, “Date me.” “Excuse -” “Pretend. Pretend to date me.”
Henry Fox is certain of four key facts; he needs at least four vodka shots to be able to stomach karaoke, his best friend Pez may be the earliest cause of his inevitable demise and he is sadly, deeply in love with his next-door neighbour who hates his guts.
The fourth is that the universe is out to get him as that is the only explanation for why said neighbour demands that they pretend to date, so he can prove to his sister that he is mature enough to be godfather to her child.
Wait until he finds out their hotel room only has one bed.
you and i go from one kiss to getting married by @miss-minnelli. T, 20k. Alex and Henry, an unreal amount of obliviousness and pining, and an idiotic scheme to swindle the government.
Please Don’t Let Me Be So Understood by @cha-melodius. E, 20k. “I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.”
“Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well.
(After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)
Fifty First Dates by @welcometololaland. E, 26k. Henry has used a dating app exactly one time. Predictably, the date turns out to be terrible. The bartender, however, is not.
A cute stranger’s solution to Henry’s woeful dating life is to set him up on fifty first dates.
It's Tradition by firb (f_ing_ruthless_baz). M, 29k. It’s tradition. Whoever catches the bouquet at the wedding has to kiss the person closest to them. And maybe they’ll have a Spark.
Well Alex doesn’t give a heck about tradition, and he certainly doesn’t believe anyone is going to find their soulmate at a wedding like Prince Philip’s. And when he’s the one who gets accidentally flogged by florals at the toss, he certainly doesn’t think he’s going to Spark—not since the only one standing near him is Prince Dickhead himself.
When sparks fly and cakes collapse, Alex and Henry are going to have to face the music. They may be soulmates, but they sure don’t have to be happy about it.
Let Loose Your Glow by @athousandrooms. E, 45k. “Seems like my liege was caught in a situation where he’d rather the ground swallow him whole.” Pez nods towards a spot to the side, and Alex follows his gaze. He spots Henry easily – a tall lighthouse of tousled blond hair – talking to a girl who is clearly into him. His expression looks perfectly polite, but he’s subtly leaning away, and he looks tense.
So, Alex makes an impulsive decision.
Whatever happens, this is going to be fun.
Or: Alex is so very definitely straight, so pretending to be Henry’s boyfriend to get him out of an awkward situation should just be a fun little pastime - except that he doesn't really want to stop, and he has no idea why. But maybe it's okay to not think too hard and let himself go with the flow, for once. 
Even if It's Just Pretend by nontoxic. E, 55k. “The queen wants to show that the Prince and the First Son are still deeply in love and committed to their countries.” Ellen swallows. “They want you to go on a tour of the Commonwealth together, to get the public to see those emails not as a sex scandal, but an invasion of privacy of a wholesome, loving relationship.”
“It was an invasion of privacy,” Alex says. He swallows. “Did they say what would happen if we say no?”
Ellen’s lips pinch tightly at the corners. “Then they will issue a full denial and Henry will tour the commonwealth himself.”
Alex doesn't hesitate. “Tell them we’ll do it. I’m not gonna let him do this alone."
It would kill him. Henry hates this shit. The public parading, the judgment. Having to do all of that, and deny who he is? Alex at least wants to be there, to hold his hand through it. Even if it's just as a friend.
It might kill Alex to pretend, but that’s a small price to pay to ensure Henry—his beautiful, vibrant, funny-as-hell, brilliant ex-not-quite-boyfriend—isn’t killed instead.
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or, the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic.
Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge. E, 67k. "You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.”
"You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine."
Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?"
Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.
praying our bridges don't make waves by anincompletelist (soldouthaz). E, 82k. He glances down to the word ‘LOVE’ at the bottom. It’s too loud, too harshly written. Alex doesn’t feel harsh or loud. He feels a lot, so much it’s overwhelming sometimes, but the edges are soft, not hard. There’s a glow around it, something hazy and barely tinted gold, and Alex feels like if he could reach out and put his hands near it, they would warm up like they used to when he stood in front of the old brick fireplace back home.
He glances at ‘LOVE’ and then loops back around to ‘HENRY’.
Maybe, Alex thinks, hands shaking, they’re one in the same. Whatever the fuck that means.
When June gets sick, Alex knows he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets the care that she needs. Even if that means convincing his nemesis/sexuality-crisis-inducing/clandestine hook-up partner/somewhat of an actual friend to pretend to be his soulmate in order to pull it off. It's both more and less complicated than it sounds.
lights, camera, action (roses, wisteria and royal bluebells) series by coffeecatsme. E, 200k. If you could have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?
Alexander Claremont-Diaz has clawed his way into Hollywood despite all the hurdles in his way, and now he's starring in his dream movie—a queer romcom adapted from one of his favorite books, Roses, Wisteria, and Royal Bluebells. However, he barely has the chance to be excited before he finds out who his costar is. The privileged, white, bigoted Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor.
The last thing Alex wants is to be associated with Henry more than he already has to, but a fateful interview and a few choice words against Henry turns him into enemy number one in Hollywood. To fix it, he has to pretend to be Henry's best friend and show the entire world his comments were nothing but friendly banter. However, as he gets inevitably tangled up in Henry's life, he realizes not everything is as it seems, and Henry might be hiding his own demons that might change everything.
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This isn't a req BUT are you excited for 6.4 if you're keeping up with xh 👀 apparently gunil broke his drum while practicing IM LOWKEY SCARED....
(also hi i've never msged you before but ummmm ㅠㅠ..)
HELL YEAH!!! i saw it on twt i think i my mouth fell AGAPE LIKE WDYM HE BROKE. HIS. DRUM???! this is gonna be such a banger im so excited don’t even start
(also since you’re here and no one cared i need to tell U HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE ODEHAN AT THE RUNWAY???? THEY LOOKED SO GOOD LIKE WHAT THW ACTUAL FUCK??? ANS JUNHANS BACK??? ANS HIS HAIR??? ODES OUTFIT??? N THE RED PAINT / FRECKLES ON THEIR FAVES???? LIKE IM NOT GONNA SHUT UP ABOUT JT FOR THE REST OF MY LOFE ACTUALLY)
also HI :D i promise im not scary so feel free to pop in my inbox whenever u want like i need more people to talk abt heroes with 😿😿😿
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petrichoraline · 8 months ago
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svt SERVED those mermen, or whatever they were going for, looks. never seen before sways, sauves and smolders. what did you like most about the mv?<3
aaaaa I'm so happy to see you in my inbox, hii🥰
this is long and rant-ish, i apologise <33
what WERE they going for, the cave and ocean scenes lead to mermen but the tarot concept was so detached from that..though if you think about it, if we're talking sirens I guess it all ties in together with the spell concept?
serve is an understatement, like you could put an idol in an outfit but you cannot make them WEAR the outfit the way it deserves to be worn. that jun fit (I can't find any gifs from the mv in the search bar yet) was made that much better because he knew how to pose and move to its benefit
chan absolutely left me speechless at his part and that outfit (though not smth im personally that big a fan of) created the interesting imagery to catch the attention which he had the task of keeping on himself AND KEEP IT HE DIDD
idk why im so happy with hao's tie dye shirt, tank top and loose pants combo, might be because it's different than the other flashy and intricate pieces or because he reaallly suits flailing oversized shirts. who knows :]
hoshi pulling out those wings had me like oh! I didn't know we were doing angels as well?? hahah, honestly I think the one thing that made me a bit uncomfortable was hoshi having a serious face on for the entire mv lol like he has the smoldering gaze and the sad expressions and I couldn't pinpoint it until now but I'm not used to seeing him like this for a whole song.. that being said, amazing presence as always
I'm still crazy about the outfits and omg the accessoriesss and jun's earring being the centre of a shot, insane
genuinely can't tell you which part is my fave because I watched it only once, I don't know what to do with myself. you know that feeling where something is so amazing you need to talk to someone about it (like quite literally yell and shake them) that watching it alone without the possibility to do that is too much..yeahh
I'm scrolling through hoshi's stories rn and a snippet came up and I started fangirling again 😮‍💨 ALSO he posted smiley photos and im laughing cause all is right again!! sorry that I can't post ss rn
I have to say my mouth was agape with the jun and hao shot, the props, the heart, the colours..beautiful, I love practical effects (if you can call it that?)..the shot of jun laying on the beach is so peaceful, I loved that as well
EDIT: I just watched it again.. im heated from punching the air im so hyped its insane
thing is this mv made me like so many things I usually don't enjoy for reasons beyond my understanding like icy landscapes.. I have some questions about the combo of sets but it's okay
turns out they all had the more casual fits as I suspected, it's just that hao had a parallel shot with jun in his slay coat-y fit
(I just realised how good joshua would look in this makeup...everyone else too oh my goodness now im even happier we got this..and also I wonder what they did for vocal team's mv)
honestly i started rewatching and went "it's gonna be most of the scenes, isn't it..yeah this one..and this one too..this one is also amazing" like I can't pick a fave 🥹💗 songwise, I loveee the spell part but that is also related to the fact I was already in need to get my energy out somehow and it gave me a reason to, it's so fun lol
please tell me what part you liked!! ☺️ i thought I was more normal about this but apparently nahh
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waltwhitmansbeard · 2 years ago
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“feeling guilty so you perform an act of kindness (ex: making them their fave food) as an indirect apology”
How about this being MFL-based? Dealer’s choice as to whom.
feeling guilty so you perform an act of kindness (ex: making them their fave food) as an indirect apology  read these first.
turned my water into wine #26
You're not my sister!
The words rattle around Percy's head like the tolling of a graveyard's bell. They were spit out, snake venom on his tongue, and when he closes his eyes, he watches them transform her, over and over and over. Her back straightens, her eyes blow wide, her fingers tremble at her sides. Her body quivers, a rabbit before a fox, before she takes off, bounding through the halls of the castle and leaving him standing there, shocked, ashamed.
You're not my sister!
He wanders, hands in his pockets, head hung low. It's quite the tight-rope he's walked here, these past three years in Zephrah, not really sure when he stopped being a guest, a refugee, and when he started being....
He wanders, and it's odd. Whitestone is a city-state, smaller than all of the Ashari Kingdom, but bigger than Zephrah, and the castles are so similar in size. And yet these halls feel so much bigger—maybe because there aren't as many kids running around, as many shouts and jeers bouncing between the walls. He thinks Vesper would have liked the gardens, and Ollie would have been fascinated by the Tempest Blades.
(Oh, how Keyleth would love the Sun Tree. He can picture it so clearly, her bright hair and long limbs climbing, reaching, up high into the branches, maybe all the way up to Pelor himself.)
You're not my sister!
One of the way Sovereign Korrin made him feel at home here was the little tinker table in the corner of his chambers. Percy had trouble sitting still when he first arrived in Zephrah, always felt the need to be moving, twitching, running. So the sovereign put his hands to work, and now he builds things, little mechanical constructions of metal and wood. He carves tiny faces and hooks springs into place and twists and pulls and prods until he holds something in his hands, a thing that was nothing just a short while before. He always was good at building things.
You're not my sister!
He doesn't even know what they were fighting about. It was probably his fault. (It's always his fault.) There was something, though, something about the way she knows just how to needle under his skin, just like Whitney used to do. Three years in Zephrah, and she knows him so well, pokes her wide eyes around all the walls he built as if they weren't even there, glances straight to the heart of him and shines a light into his dark corners. It's annoying.
You're not my sister!
Of course, three years in Zephrah, and he knows her, too. He knows where she rabbited off to, even if he can't see her from the castle. He trudges the long walk between the castle and the cherry tree, his little construction tight between his hands. He rounds the trunk, and there she is, knees to her chests, forehead down. He clears his throat. "I. Um. Here." He extends his hand out.
She looks up slowly, eyes red, and oh, he remembers how Cassandra used to cry when Ludwig pulled her braids. "Percy?" She looks at his outstretched hand. "What...?"
He kneels down. "I made it. To say sorry."
Slowly, so slowly, she reaches out, closes her fingers around it. When she pulls it closer, she inspects the tiny mechanical tiger, its mouth agape in a silent roar.
"I made it to protect you. From your nightmares." Three years in Zephrah. He knows about the nightmares. "Twist that piece, just on its side, there." She does, and the front paw comes up to swipe a few times, as if clawing at an invisible foe. "Nothing can hurt you, not while that's with you." His shoulders slump. "Not even me."
Keyleth stares at the little tiger for a long time, so long Percy worries that maybe she hates him for real, maybe he's ruined everything, maybe she's going to toss it in his face and run to the sovereign and he'll be all alone again—
She throws her arms around his neck, still clutching the tiger. "Thank you," she breathes. She clutches onto him desperately, just like Cass did that night. "It means the world to me."
You are my sister, he doesn't say, because he can't yet. The wounds are still scabbing over, not quite scars. But the tiger roars its silent roar, and he has to hope, for now, that she hears the truth in the quiet.
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please-picturemeintheweeds · 9 months ago
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fave tracks off Cowboy Carter?
!!!! I haven’t actually finished it yet! I had a 40 minute drive this morning so I only made it through Most Wanted, and I’ve been busy grant writing all evening, and didn’t feel like I could listen while working because it is SO COMPLEX!! I was literally mouth agape shaking my steering wheel while listening to the run of Jolene through Alligator Tears. Like the way that Jolene is such a familiar song and story, but the way she made it her own and layered harmonies upon harmonies and then Duaghter with the fuCKING ITALIAN ARIA?!!?! MA’AM???? AND SHE KILLED IT LIKE SHE WAS OBVIOUSLY MEANT TO SIGN AN ARIA LIKE THAT WITH HER MIND BOGGLING MELISMAS BUT IT WAS SO FUCKING UNEXPECTED and the way she wove it into the rest of the song AHHHHHHHH AND THEN !!BAM!! RAP! I was astounded and awe struck and very nearly in tears from how seamlessly all of these styles flowed together, and like, I live with a bluegrass musician who nerds out alll the time about the history of country and roots music and RnB and how all of these things come from African music and immigrants working alongside each other and that the death of country was in 2001 when patriotism brand country was the only thing played on radio anymore and ANYWAYS! I thought I was prepared for Cowboy Carter because I know a lot of the history of country and how it truly came from Black culture, but the way that this album is just so unapologetically weird and genre-bending and disco and rap and country and gospel and classical all in one… it blew my mind like I have not recovered even a little bit from it!!! And I’m only half way through! Listening to this album feels like time traveling!!!!!!!!!
but! To your question! Blackbird was another stand out so far- hearing Beyoncé sing it completely transformed the song for me, like gave me such a visceral sensory bodily reaction to what the words Meant and were Written To Mean. Also, 16 Carriages is so so so beautiful and makes me really really appreciate the way that she builds her sound scapes. The whip crack in that one is A Lot, and rightfully so. The cyclical nature of the song, and the story spanning generations and years but also being so grounded in the present!!!! Amazing!!! And I don’t remember which one it was (I was driving) but the way that she sings about her children is so complex and profound- I have a hard time putting myself in the shoes of parents because it’s not something I’ve ever actually desired or seriously contemplated, but there was a line about seeing her child’s face for the first time in her husband that just transported me to that experience in a way that I’ve never experienced through music before. Idk man I just LOVE this album so much, and I am grateful to be witness to her expression. Can’t wait to listen to it over and over for the next three weeks 😭
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soft-for-giyuu · 2 years ago
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•A Dream Come True•
This one’s a little different than most fics fyi n I kinda wrote it to comfort myself n hopefully everyone else who feels the same way. I do plan on writing more for other characters soon!
Fluff, Gojo Satoru, kinda sad at the start bc u just wish ur faves were real, but he saves the day ofc 🥰
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Sitting at your desk in your dorm, you’re exhausted from the week behind you, and already exhausted from the week ahead. You curse yourself for: a. thinking so damned much, all the time and b. for having a hyperactive imagination. The combination of those two things has caused you to yearn for fiction and your favorite character so much as of late, to the point where the daydreaming has gotten worse. You just feel like you belong off doing something extraordinary with your comfort characters, Gojo, Giyu, Mista, maybe even Jotaro. And you just can’t shake this feeling.
With your head in your hands, resting on your desk, and listening to sad romantic music you feel the well in your chest fill and tears start to drop from your eyes. No one or thing is there to comfort you, and before you know it you’re full-on crying. You try to wipe away your tears and muffle your cries with your sleeves but it doesn’t help. Getting worse, your sleeves are no guard for what is trying to unleash itself from within your chest. Every negative thing you can think of from the week becomes a part of this flood, and you think it may never cease. Thinking about getting up and trying to crawl into bed to sleep the feeling off, you hear a slight creak to your right, causing you to look toward your door which now seems to be open just a bit. Paying no mind, tears keep falling onto your desk until you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Spooked, swearing you were alone, you turned around and every one of your dreams came true in that one moment.
All 6’3” of Gojo Satoru was standing behind you. You blinked hard in disbelief, mouth agape, a few tears still making their way down your cheeks. Without a word, he reaches forward and wipes them away with his thumbs. At this simple gesture you cry even harder, it seems that he knew that this is just what you needed. He kneels down swiftly to your position in the chair facing him and wraps you in the tightest and warmest hug. You squeeze him back in return, the amount of relief at being in his arms after years of wishing this was immeasurable. After a few minutes, you’re able to calm down a little bit. Once he senses this, he pulls back so that your eyes meet his and he says; “I sensed that you needed me here, and so I came. For you.” Still in shock, a small dumbfounded smile begins to sprawl your features, along with a question forming on your eyebrows. You reach up to poke his arm, ruffle his hair, anything to make sure he’s real. He passes all the tests, this is The Satoru standing in front of you.
“Thank you” you find yourself saying, staring into the sharp blue eyes you’ve only dreamt of seeing. “For what?” he replies with a quizzical expression. You smile and reply “for coming to my rescue, Satoru.” Standing up now, and gesturing for you to do the same, he embraces you in an even more intense hug than you received before. Leaning down so that he is level with your ear, he whispers “I always know when my girl needs me, I feel your pain, your tears, your fear all the way on the other side.” Jolting your head up, you ask “Other side?” He tucks your hair behind your ear and replies ever so gently, “Yes, I am from the other side of your world, the one in which everything you dream of exists. It just so happens that you are everything I dream of, and so I had to find you. I was going crazy stuck there without you.”
Mind swimming with every emotion possible, you begin to cry again, but this time in pure amazement and adoration. Did this actually just happen to you? Did this character, this man, pry apart reality just to see you when you needed him most? It seems he did, which actually makes some sense given the fact that you’re talking about the most powerful sorcerer. Upon recognizing this, you wrap your arms as tightly as you can around his torso, as if pleading him not to leave. Clearly understanding you well enough, he speaks from above you saying “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere now that I’ve found you darling.” Tears finally subsiding, you release a great sigh, and everything you were thinking about before this wondrous event going with it. With this you say “I guess dreams really do come true,” smiling brightly at him. “That they do,” he says, “And aren’t I lucky to have you as my dream come true?”
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knifeforkspooncup · 8 months ago
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READ THIS omfg 🔥🔥🔥
If you want a slow burn that actually BURNS the whole time here u go. Like whew.
Also Newt is a flamboyant bisexual in this one and it made my world.
Also the art and the scene it depicts has gotta be one of my fave scenes in a GO fic ever my mouth was AGAPE. THEIR FACES. ARGHH.
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“Ngk. I mean. Ugh. Because, I can just tell, all right? There are… noises and utterances, and the like.”
Aziraphale's brow furrowed in thought. “How do you know they're not faking it? With the noises and whatnot?”
“Be serious, Aziraphale. You don't think I could tell the difference?”
There was a pause, while Aziraphale placed his fork on top of his plate and took a sip of water.
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topreviewin · 1 year ago
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The (After) Life of the Party by @metamatronic Chapter 16: 2 Birds
the winner of my fanfic contest, where I asked for folks' fic recs and their fave scenes and picked one at random to draw
All credit to @metamatronic head over to their blog to check out their fics and wonderful art! They've got a bunch of extra ghost au interactions, as well as just tons of great stuff in general!
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“ Don’t ,” Mondo said. His voice sounded weak, and for once he didn’t care. “Please, Kyoudai, please. Just don’t go in.” 
For a moment, Taka hesitated. Mondo held his breath, watching as the prefect’s hand hovered over the doorknob. Then, mechanically, Taka leaned back and checked his watch.
“Right on time,” he said with a twinge of relief, before grabbing the knob and pushing his way into the room. Mondo’s feet felt like bricks, but he followed.
For a moment, it looked like Taka was alone. Taka huffed, checking his watch and straightening up. No amount of white hair or fake curse words could change his thoughts on punctuality, it seemed. Mondo let out a choked laugh. 
Maybe Hifumi chickened out , Mondo thought. Maybe the plan fell apart, or Chihiro got through to him. Maybe, maybe, maybe.  
But the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up, and that unease in his stomach hadn’t settled. His eyes darted around the room, before catching the glint of glasses as a figure stepped out from behind the open door. 
Hifumi was wielding a large hammer as he shuffled over to Taka. As he lifted the mallet over his head, Mondo let out a snarl and went in for a tackle. 
As he phased through Hifumi, he heard the nasty crack behind him and felt his blood run cold. 
Mondo fell to his knees at Taka’s body. He paid no attention as Hifumi let out a small noise of disbelief before shuffling out of the room. He watch Taka’s eyes flutter— he was still alive, he realized, bile rising in his throat. 
“C’mon, somebody, anybody ,” he whispered, trying to will a witness to come through the door and help the man bleeding out on the floor. 
Taka groaned, trying to push himself up before collapsing. Mondo watched as his hair slowly darkened back to its natural color. Mondo reached out, before recoiling. He was terrified that he would actually make contact, that he’d somehow drag Taka into this ethereal hell he and his other classmates were living in.
“Don’t die, just hang on. Someone’ll come, someone’s gotta come,” Mondo said. There was so much blood. It was just like Chihiro, just like Dai—
Mondo shook his head, trying to violently shake the thoughts out. He couldn’t do this, not again, not now.
Taka murmured something and Mondo snapped to attention.
“It’s okay, Taka, you’ll be okay. Just hold on,” Mondo said.
“Mon…do…” Taka’s voice was quiet as his eyes slowly fell shut. Mondo stomach twisted. 
“No, no, no,” Mondo whispered frantically. Just as Mondo leaned in, something flew up with such force that it smacked his chin and sent him reeling backwards. 
Sitting up and rubbing his chin, he looked over. He froze.
Taka was sitting up, rubbing his head and frowning deeply. His eyes opened before locking with Mondo’s. He stared for a quiet moment before the tears started. 
“Mondo!” Taka shouted, tripping over his feet as he practically launched himself into Mondo’s arms. Taka buried his face in his shoulder, and he could feel his hands clutching onto the back of his jacket so tightly he thought it might rip. He was sobbing. 
Mondo, for a brief moment, let himself be selfish. He wrapped his arms around Taka and squeezed. He’d never wanted this to happen, not to Taka, but there was a small, terrible part of him that was so thankful to at least get one more conversation with him. God, he’d missed him.
“What happened?” Taka asked, finally pulling away. “H-How are you here? I saw you…die.” He choked on that last word. Mondo stared at him, mouth agape. 
“You, uh…You’re not…Um.” Mondo stuttered. Taka seemed to have noticed Mondo’s eyes flick briefly over his shoulder, and slowly turned. 
Taka screamed. 
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luvxiem · 2 years ago
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word count ! 【idk】idk【idk】 pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff, mild angst on luca's part summary ! different soulmate au tropes w our faves bc i'm weak and love self indulgence 🤭 soulmate aus my beloved cw ! non-explicit violence/injuries on luca's part notes ! this was written on my phone so sorry for the uggy formatting and any typos 😭💔 btw tysm for 100 followers 🥺🫶 i appreciate y'all lots for enjoying my shit LMFAOOO it's just me projecting on here but i'm glad u guys enjoy it anyways when u wanna read a fanfic so bad but it doesn't exist yet so u gotta write it urself also kindred plz don't kill me for calling vox an asshole i meant it endearingly (insert "'i hate him' while putting up his picture" meme here)
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.。.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !
TROPE: SEEING COLORS
ike's world has been black and white for as long as he could remember
his friends have always told him how beautiful everything be came after they made eye contact with their soulmate for the first time
despite them trying their best to describe colors (what does a "warm" color even look like anyway?) it was hard for ike to really care
after all, how can you miss something you never experienced?
but more than seeing colors, the novelist just wanted to meet his soulmate
it wasn't that he was lonely; ike had his fair share of relationships in the past with others like him (those who haven't had the chance to meet their soulmate just yet, but wanted to date anyways)
however being a writer comes with a certain sense of romanticism and a lust for life, and ike was no exception
he's always loved the thought of meeting someone who was perfect for him in every way; a person who he could be his honest self around and love with all his heart
this is why when he suddenly started seeing colors he never could've imagined on a busy sidewalk, he immediately started scanning the crowd for you
he spotted you under the canopy of a nearby cafe. you were looking around with clear awe on your face, mouth slightly agape as you took in the new world around you, not even noticing the grumbles of passerby who narrowly avoided you.
you looked almost ethereal in your (now known as blue) button up, the sunshine leaving your skin in a warm glow. the gentle breeze ruffled your hair just right, and the novelist couldn't tear his gaze away.
as much as ike wanted to admire his new view too, he was more focused on making sure he didn't lose you. he's thought about it countless of times—dreamt of it, even—of somehow meeting his soulmate and losing them right away, never to be seen again. ike's lost enough sleep over it and he was determined to not make his nightmares a reality.
pushing past shoulders with rushed "sorry's" and "excuse me's," ike rushed to get to you as quick as possible; and soon enough, he was now standing face to face with you—the person who would become the love of his life.
your gaze fell onto him and an unspoken realization was met. you could feel it to; the ecstasy blooming in your very core at finally meeting your other half.
"hi," he breathed, a broad smile adorning his face. "i think i'm your soulmate."
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.。.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !
TROPE: MUTUAL PAIN
woe is the soulmate of a certain blonde haired mafia boss
injuries came with the job, unfortunately, but the soft-hearted man couldn't help but feel sorry for his soulmate
luca knew some most of his injuries weren't normal. civilians don't get bullet wounds in their arm or knife slashes to the chest
did his soulmate worry for him? or were they wishing they weren't fated at all? as much as it hurt, luca couldn't find it in himself to blame them if they did
the small pricks he felt on his fingertips from presumably paper cuts can't compare to literally getting stabbed in the back
eventually it came to a point where luca tried to stop going outside altogether
he can't obtain any further injuries if he's always at the base, right?
but that fantasy couldn't last forever.
the one day he had to be escorted to a different location, him and his guards got ambushed
luca was the only one who got away, but not without sustaining a bullet wound to his shoulder
it wasn't as bad as it could've been but it still hurt like a bitch
stumbling into an alleyway, the blonde collapsed next to a dumpster, creating a loud thud that echoed into the night
luca was ready to rip off a piece of his shirt to wrap his shoulder when suddenly a bright light momentarily blinded him
standing a little bit away was you, pointing your phone flashlight on him while gripping your shoulder in your other hand
"so you're a med student?" luca asks, gritting his teeth when you dab at his bullet wound with rubbing alcohol. tossing the cotton ball, you reach into your first aid kit for gauze.
"yeah," you say quietly, starting to wrap his shoulder. the blonde frowns noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes. he opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.
"i chose this path because of you." at your words luca's eyebrow raises in question. you finished wrapping him up and now rest your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers. "you got so many injuries growing up and i didn't know what to do. i was worried you didn't have anyone to help you so i wanted to learn how," you explain quietly. at this the mafia boss's gaze softens.
"how'd you know? that i'm your soulmate, i mean," he asks. reaching up, you gently grazed the large scar on his abdomen with your fingers.
"i recognized your injuries," you said. luca shivered at your touch, raising his non-injured arm to cover your hand with his.
"i'm glad i ran into you then, soulmate."
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.。.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !
TROPE: COUNTDOWN TIMER
mysta's known since he was five that he had a soulmate, just like every other five-year-old in his class
but there was one teeny little problem
ok actually it was a major problem
his timer seemed to be broken
instead of the few years or days or months like his friends had, his timer was set to decades
because of how long his timer was set for, mysta was teased mercilessly for "having a soulmate who doesn't even want to meet him"
this followed him for most of his youth until eventually he covered up his wrist and tried to forget about it alltogether
if he wasn't going to meet his soulmate until he was old and gray, why should he even care
that was until he fell through that damned portal and landed in 2022
he noticed it after he got out of the shower, spotting his wrist in the mirror while brushing back his hair
mysta's mouth dropped open in shock, dropping his arm to gently run his fingers over the numbers
the timer that was the bane of his younger self's existence was down to the hours
the detective was antsy, understandably.
a lifetime of thinking he wouldn't ever meet his soulmate suddenly turned into meeting his soulmate in twenty minutes. mysta wasn't sure what to do, how he should act. should he go outside? he should, right? how else would he meet you?
filled with a newfound sense of determination, mysta grabbed his keys and darted into the london night.
there was hardly anyone out this late; maybe his timer really was broken? what were you doing out at one in the morning, don't you know that's dangerous? who knows what kind of dangerous people were prowling outside right now.
mysta started walking briskly toward a more crowded area of the city. if he had to meet you, it would be somewhere safe.
settling on standing in front of a pub he's been to a few times with friends, the detective started counting down the minutes till he would meet you. he kept glancing at his wrist, watching the numbers go down one by one until there was only a minute left on the clock.
mysta tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced left and right down the street until suddenly, he felt the lightest tap on his shoulder. he spun on his heel and low and behold, there you were.
grinning, you spoke.
"nice to finally meet you, soulmate."
and mysta couldn't be happier.
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.。.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !
TROPE: SWITCHING BODIES
in all honesty, shu couldn't care less about having a soulmate
the idea of the universe choosing who he would fall in love with didn't sit right with him
not to mention how frustrating it would be sometimes when the two of you switched bodies at inconvenient times
like in the middle of one of his experiments
or when he's talking to one of his fellow sorcerers
or how about that time he was meditating in a lovely, perfectly quiet room for the first time in ages as a way to destress only to suddenly wake up in your body in the middle of a bustling city
yeah, shu wasn't all too happy about it, but what can he do?
so while all his friends were out actively searching for ways to meet their soulmate in person, shu was directing his energy toward mastering his powers instead
but the thing about having a soulmate is that you can't exactly reject them altogether
they're your soulmate for a reason, after all
so despite his resistance, the purple sorcerer found himself falling for you all the same
he grew antsy at particularly long periods without switching and eventually started leaving notes behind for you for when you would eventually switch
including a bright purple post-it with an address and a time and date
shu sat inside the cafe anxiously, bouncing his leg under the table while sipping his drink. he hoped that his note was obvious enough that you saw it the last time you guys swapped bodies, but how could he know for sure? you didn't leave a reply on his note, and the swap period was rather short that time too.
minutes passed the written time and the pounding in shu's chest grew louder and louder in his ears. he looked up at every tinkle of the bell above the door, hoping that it was you only to be disappointed when it wasn't. he kept glancing out the window rather obsessively, and soon enough his cup was empty too.
after 40 minutes had gone by, the sorcerer had just about given up. letting out a disappointed sigh, he rose from his chair to leave his tray and finished drink on the counter only to pause when the bell jingled one last time. shu looked up on instinct and his breath got caught in his throat.
in the doorway was you, slightly sweaty and definitely out of breath, looking frantically around the cafe before your eyes landed on him. shu was still holding the tray in his hands when you ran up to him, still in shock at seeing you in the flesh for the first time and not just through a mirror.
"h...hi..." you stutter, gripping the strap of your tote bag tightly in your fists. "i'm sorry i'm late. but i'm so glad i found you." shu broke out of his trance and smiled, setting the tray back down on the table.
"i'm glad you found me too."
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.。.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !
TROPE: FIRST WORDS
fitting for a voice demon that the first words his soulmate says to him is permanently printed onto his skin
"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy" decorated his ribs under his right pectoral
now vox knows he's hot
he's well aware of the power he holds fucking asshole and uses his charm and good looks to his advantage
the demon spent most of his early years dropping one liners and introducing himself with various pickup lines in an attempt to find his elusive soulmate
and many have tried to pretend they were his fated one but they never succeeded
after the death of his clan and being transported to the future, it took vox a long time to feel ready to find his soulmate again
slowly he started visiting pubs and parties in an attempt to socialize
it was at one of these parties that he met you
beer in hand, vox pushed past a group laughing with each other in the hallway to slip out onto the balcony. he was hoping to get a chance to breathe and get away from all the sweaty partygoers, but there was already another person out here with him. figuring it wouldn't hurt to say something, the demon let a familiar smirk slip onto his face as he approached you.
sensing his presence, you turned your head to look at him in curiosity, fiddling with the many rings on your fingers.
"why hello there; what's a gorgeous person like you doing out here all alone?" he drawls, sliding up next to you. a breathy laugh escaped your lips, dropping your head to your chest for a moment before you looked back up and meeting his gaze dead on.
"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy."
at your words vox faltered, the smirk falling from his face as his lips parted in surprise. the skin where his soulmate mark was seemed to tingle.
it seems like you figured it out too; your eyes widened and suddenly you were tugging your shirt up to show a matching tattoo on your ribs. you let the fabric fall back down and looked back up at him, a softer smile now gracing your features as vox reached over to intertwine his fingers with yours.
"would you look at that," you laughed happily. "guess you really did impress me, pretty boy."
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WRITTEN ! 080222
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psychewritesbs · 2 years ago
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Talk about difficult asks :D
Your top 5 Clamp ships please?
Sorry noa. I was busy adulting and chatting with you about fandoms so it took me a while to answer your ask.
This was hard btw. Like... how am I supposed to list my faves in order?! Also, do I even have FIVE top CLAMP ships?!!!
Run-on-sentences and fangirling below the cut...
Edit: it’s kind of interesting that the ships follow a specific pattern. I wonder if you can pick up on it!
5. Toru and Saya x/1999
Based on one single panel.
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Yes, I’m shallow. But I seriously love this panel so much. Not only is it aesthetically beautiful, it evokes a very beautiful and gentle feeling in me.
I do feel like this panel is just so telling of how much they loved each other. And it’s also both a sort of a... prelude so to speak? to Kamui and Fuuma’s own fated bond and the tragedy at the core of said bond.
Wait... it was mutual between Toru and Saya, right?
4. Arashi and Sorata from x/1999
Cannot not mention arasora from x.
Yes, Arashi on top because we all know Sorata would totally be into Arashi tying him up and being used and abused by her. This is a canon fact and no one can change my mind.
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They have an interesting thing going because of Sorata's fate and I can see why Arashi would have been annoyed about it in the beginning. Like... how do you decide to die for someone you just met? Talk about unrealistic tbh.
And yet... Sorata is so set on it! 
The way I see them, I feel like with them the attraction was simply instantaneous. Something you can't deny sort of thing. 
Sorata might have recognized it first, hence why he decided on her (I like to think that it isn't JUST because she's physically beautiful since CLAMP is all about soulmate bonds).
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As for Arashi, since Arashi is the only one who can decide for herself that she wants to live, I think Sorata mirrored back to her her own will to live. Aside from how perceptive he is, I also think that this joy for life that is inherent of Sorata’s personality (we played this game before but I think he could be a Sagittarius) is how she learned to love him deeply.
Also, it's an irony that Sorata would be perfectly fine with accepting he would one day die for the woman he loves, while the woman he loves learned to have an "appetite" for life because of him.
UGH... CLAMP... ffs.
I was having a perfectly normal evening... ok let's go deeper into this hole of despair.
3. Fuuma and Kamui from x/1999
Listen but why are all these ships so damn tragic?
I definitively have problems.
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I wish they’d just get a room already...
Anyways. 
Really tragic, really heartbreaking feels come out of fcking nowhere because of these two. 
Idk how to explain how it, literally, offends me when I get the fuukam feels because they always come out of nowhere. 
Like... no warning, no nothing.
What I love about this pairing in particular is that there is so much love between them in a very platonic way. It is a delight to see them navigate their inner conflict in relation to their fate and that is what makes their fate all the more heartbreaking. 
Of course, I love the twin star motif because they are boud by inevitability to collapse into one another (this is so not scientific).
Of course the sexy scenes are a total delight to behold too. 
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It’s just who they are. Literally, two horny teens carrying the weight of the fucking apocalypse on their shoulders as they try to bring the other to their senses. 
In the end, with them, I like to think we have a beautiful combination of really twisted eros and agape love.
Most beautiful of all is that Kamui would overlook Fuuma’s terrible haircut and love him unconditionally. If that isn’t true love, then I don’t know what is.
But while fuukam has an element of childhood friends to lovers that I absolutely adore...
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I still have to say my next fave is one of my absolute favorite example of (childhood) friends to lovers.
2. Syaoran and Sakura from Cardcaptor Sakura and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Why are they so cute tho?!
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Watching them navigate their crush in Cardcaptor Sakura is actually one of the main reasons I am a massive CLAMP stan as, in a way, they were the gateway drug to my CLAMP addiction.
Even though I am not necessarily a CCS fan, I remember watching every CCS movie I could find just so I could watch them be cute together. When I found out about TRC I was excited to see CLAMP explore a slightly more mature and more tragic version of this OTP.
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With syaosaku, the way I see them, it’s about the innocence of first love and the recognition that there’s someone who shines different from all of the other people around you. Or in CLAMP’s words, that most special person that’s totally not what they call it but I can’t think of the proper term right now.
With syaosaku, it’s about enduring puppy love. You know... when everything is simple “because you have feels” for each other. It’s undeveloped and innocent platonic love that can mature into something far more beautiful and enduring despite the many complications that may arise as they are bound to do.
I also love that even their respective clones are bound to fall in love with each other and that they choose each other time and time again and that’s part of what keeps them stuck in a time loop. Talk about being stupidly fated.
They’re adorbs. 12/10 recommend.
1. Kurogane and Fai from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
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I FUCKING LOVE THEM!
Ok like listen.
Where do I even start?
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Or maybe...
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Ok. Yes. Here.
It’s all in what is not ducking said between these two.
With them, it’s always about something that happened off camera.
Kurogane looking shocked and sad instead of his usual “stoic warrior” or “tsundere” self also if I’m using tsundere incorrectly please don’t mind me apparently I can't get with the based program it’s just not sticking because Fai is giving him the faker than fake fakiest smile he’s ever given him to hide how pissed off and hurt he is about Kurogane not asking for consent. 
But Kurogane is in so deep about how he feels about the blond magician twink blue-eyed pirate vampire and so... he’s not going to let him die even if it means he has to not ask for consent or... you know... cut off his arm.
And like...
Wow.
I’m totally digging Kurodaddy’s Capricorn energy. Very steadfast and driven, and very emotional.
I love Kurogane, he’s such a sexy daddy on all levels--his brains are my favorite of course.
And speaking of daddies and mommies...
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Mommy is over there just doing his best to live, just to get through another day. He’s all smiles but Fai looks to me like he is trying really hard to be his usual genki self--the one that got stuck in that tower who knows how long ago. 
The genki self that existed before all of the pain and sorrow that Nanase baked into his character she’s a total sadist and I love her all the more for it. In that sense, Fai is like Sei in that the line is blurred between their real personalities and who they pretend to be.
But in comes kurodaddy into his life and sees right through Fai’s bullshit because #sexybrain. I like to think he fell in love with the real Fai, of whom he got to see glimpses of.
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Because it’s about the soul, right? Not the face Fai puts on for the world. 
Anyways, so I love Fai’s character arc because it basically comes down to becoming who he was before the world broke his will to live. And Kurogane was a big part of Fai recovering that zest for life (he was drinking his blood ffs, how much more symbolical and metaphorical could CLAMP get with that?)
In the end, Fai couldn’t wait to be rescued to metaphorically leave the metaphorical tower behind, but rather, he had to rescue himself. 
Seriously, CLAMP got super “Grim’s Brothers fairy tale” with Fai. Still need to write about it too.
All Kurogane could do was to watch from the sidelines, give him his Kurodaddy encouragement “shape-up-and-figure-out-where-you-stand” talks, and to cut off more limbs in the meantime. 
So glad Fai figured out where he stands because trc could have ended with a limbless Kurogane because...
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Which begs the very important question: 
But, is it really true love if he didn’t put an eye on it? HM!
ANYWAYS, Kurogane persisted through all of this with Fai because he saw the real Fai. 
I’ve 300% adored being able to see the friendship that is canonically depicted between them because you can tell they simply are good friends who care for each other’s well-being.
Ehem... that I think there’s more happening beneath the canonical surface is a different story.
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In that way, kurofai feels so healing and so cathartic compared to seisub. 
It’s such a breath of fresh air to see them heal one another for me. It’s like seeing these two souls who chose each other.
Honorary mention: Karen and Aoki
Ok. I felt like they would be such a boring choice tbh. I don’t feel for them the way I feel about that Toru and Saya panel so that’s why they get an honorary mention, but ultimately, don’t even make the list.
I just needed them to take up space between the other No1. in this list because...
So vanilla. We don’t do vanilla around here.
We do homoerotic courtship battles between fated lovers around here.
1. Seishiro and Subaru from Tokyo Babylon and x/1999
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Caption: WHY CAN’T THEY JUST BE NORMAL FFS? (rhetorical question)
They are fatedest of fated. The kind of fated you do not want to be. 
But fated, nonetheless. 
Tanabata might sound romantic af but... it gets old if this is your reality and you’re just constantly pinning and longing melodramatically all the time.
YES I’M TALKING TO YOU SUBARU!!!!!!
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They are basically two worst possible circumstances that oppose one another. Twin stars bound to one another by inevitability.
One who does not realize he feels emotions because he is desensitized from his emotional self, but is deeply emotional nontheless (about the weirdest shit too, god I love him).
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And one who is deeply emotional, kind and empathetic to an unhealthy degree.
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Its just them and their complete, absolute and incredibly irrational inability to meet in the middle. 
WHY CAN’T THEY JUST BE NORMAL?! (rhetorical question)
It is truly heartbreaking that they only ever see “eye to eye” , true to their archetype of the fated lovers celebrated during tanabata, once in a lifetime. More on this in a bit...
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And with them, you get this tiny glimpse of what could have been if the circumstances in their life had not been what they were. 
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DON’T YOU DARE GASLIGHT ME SEISHIRO, I AM ONTO YOU!!!
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God I love him so much I want to strangle him.
All of this said, I have to say I admire how CLAMP created a depiction of the tanabata myth that presents the reason for the relationship as not actualizing itself because of circumstances that made the situation toxic on steroids.
And that’s what makes it all the more heartbreaking to me--they were truly each other’s “special someone” but were bound by fate to never become an actualized version of themselves that could ground the relationship down to human levels.
Their “love story" remained as one written in the stars--tanabata. It never became human and never will because, unlike kurofai, Seishiro and Subaru are stuck in a level of object relations that dictates how they see each other in relation to themselves.
THEY ARE SO STUPID, WHY CAN’T THEY JUST BE NORMAL?!
That’s why kurofai takes spot 1 along with them. I like the idea of healing in relationship with someone else instead of knowingly activating a curse that you knew would kill you just so that you could prove him wrong and settle the bet once and for all about how much you really don’t love him even tho you totally know that you do but are still trying to deny that reality right until your last breath. 
DAMMIT SEISHIRO WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD?!
I love him.
I’m obsessed.
Anyways. Subaru. Run!
I know I’ve complained about them the whole time but... I can’t deny the fact that seeing someone else at a soul level is an intense experience that I find very relatable. 
Like I said, they did share something.
Maybe I’m projecting but I think they shared some really, really deep middle ground and that there was some sort of ease and understanding they had with each other at a soulful level.
They just couldn’t bridge that soul bond and ground it in their human selves for a hundred million stupid many reasons.
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Which is how you end up with the most twisted “romantic” gesture in all of history this statement has been verified by all fact checkers.
FFS these two are so sick and so twisted and I love them all the more for it because they just cannot help themselves when it comes to the other--and that inevitable and unexplainable attraction at the soul level is what this ship is made of.
Unrealized human potential.
Stupid. so stupid. I love them your honor.
AH! and as if by 必然, this shows up in my feed this morning:
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kurofai = I want you to heal because I dig you
seisub = what’s the best possible way I can sabotage this because I dig you?
THANKS for asking
You know me too well. I needed this. 
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