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minkkumaz · 2 years ago

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taesan soft thoughts?? indeed!

taesan loves music and taking videos, so why not spend a day in the big city with him! roaming snack shops, album stores, go window shopping, hang out at skate parks, or do anything at all while taesan records every second of it on his camera bc he thinks ur the cutest person ever

CATCH MY HEARTS ON CAMERA

there was once a saying that a picture is worth a thousand words. taesan wants to capture everything about you in the case that words are a little hard to form. that's how in love with you he is.

PAIRING han taesan x fem!reader WC 3.2k TAGS fluff. taesan is literally in love goodnight. cussing. OMI NOTE i know this isn't exactly a drabble.. but as soon as i read that i thought of this and literally could not resist. i got a little carried away ngl LMAO but anything for you pearl.

there was once a saying that a picture is worth a thousand words. for this exact reason, taesan invested in a photo camera. it was second hand, but the quality wasn’t terrible. something about lower quality pictures felt more real to him, because not everything could be perfect.

what he wanted to do with the camera was all apart of his master plan, however. the amount of love he had in his heart for you extended great height. because of this, part of him needed something sincere to confess to you. and what was more lovely than a video diary

so hence started the project where he took you on a friend date once a week for four weeks. the word ‘friend’ was something he hated, as it made him feel crazy. there was a possibility you didn’t reciprocate, which is why he had to try everything.

when he brought up the idea (excluding the fact that he considered it a date), you were immediately on board. you always enjoyed being around taesan, so you paid no mind as to why. “i think that’s a really sweet idea taesan, we haven’t been able to properly hang out since i came back to korea. you’re just so popular” you told him happily.

“yeah it would be nice to spend some time together. i could maybe pick you up tomorrow?” his voice hints nervousness, but you don’t catch it.

“great! do you already have a plan for tomorrow?” “i can’t tell you, otherwise that ruins the surprise.” he smiles at you fondly.

with that, taesan stepped right onto planning. there were a multitude of places he was thinking about taking you. but at the end of the day, as long as you were together he would be okay.

friend date one: street food markets and a happy girl.

sometimes, food is the way to someones heart. and a little someone might’ve been dying to go to a food market during night - time to try all the best snacks in town. as soon as you brought it up some time ago, he could already envision the brightest grin pulled together on your lips.

hundreds of luminous lanterns shone throughout the alleyway. there were many banners sprawled out everywhere, advertising the different kinds of foods and merchandise you could purchase. not only that, the smell of meat and vegetables wafting through the air was heavenly.

as soon as you arrived at the location, taesan lead you carefully, making sure to cover your eyes. though you were sure when you heard the sizzling of food on a grill you knew exactly where you were. the touch of his skin on your eyes got hotter and hotter.

once he uncovers your face, your vision takes a second to adjust before you see the pretty vendors lining down the street. your jaw drops and you turn your heels to look at the boy behind you.

“oh my gosh taesannie no you didn’t!” you squeal like a little girl, jumping up and down, “i’ve wanted to come here for such a long time, but nobody ever wants to come with me!”

“i know haha that’s why i wanted to bring you–” you cut him off with a tight hug, his heart beat quickening.

“thank you thank you! i swear i’ve been craving street food forever since i moved back here.”

when you pulled away, he almost had to chase after you as you ran down to see all the action. all of your senses being immediately heightened, stars behind your eyes. taesan knew this was a perfect moment, so he took his camera to record your rush.

“look they have gamja hot dogs!”

you ran up to one of the stands to order as taesan followed behind you. while you waited patiently for it to be prepared, you rocked on your feet eagerly. through the lens you looked cute, but it was incomparable to seeing it in person.

“here, pay with this.” he grabbed money from his pocket with his free hand, giving it to you.

“are you sure taesannie– i just got promoted i can pay.” you try to hand it to him but he pushes it back to you.

“it’s not that expensive, don’t worry about it.” he insists.

“ahh okay fine. but next time we hang out i’ll pay!” you tilt your head and smile, shifting your attention to the crisp batter surrounding a mozzarella hot dog.

taking a bite, you immediately melt, chewing quickly so you could tell taesan how good it is.

“you have to try this it’s so good!” you put the treat up to his lips and he takes a bite, blushing at the thought of an indirect kiss. but you were right, it was really yummy.

“auhh, this is very good! you can get another if you’d like.”

“then how will i have room for other stuff silly? let’s go look at all the other things!” you grab his hand to lead him around.

he places his camera back in his pocket, happy with the footage he got of your excited demeanor. the night would be long and your bellies would be full, and it was all worth it.

friend date two: let’s go skate!

the sound of wheels against pavement filled your ears, as you and taesan sprawled out on a grass patch nearby. there was a classic checkered blanket underneath the two of you with a basket of fruits and crackers.

“have you ever tried skating, y/n?” taesan asked as he handed you a napkin with a couple grapes in it.

“it’s too scary, i’d rather have my feet safely on the floor.” you tell him while snacking on the green fruit.

“i think it would be fun to try, i can help you. i brought my skateboard for a reason.”

“hold up– that’s basically me asking to die! you look a lot cooler when you’re doing it.”

it sounded a little silly, but you were scared of skateboarding. professionals always made it look so cool, but it made you nervous. though after seeing taesan do a shoot at a skatepark, you thought it would be a nice recommendation to hang out there one day. but him actually remembering wasn’t something you expected. let alone have you try skateboarding.

taesan reddened with embarrassment at your compliment, shrugging it off, “just let me push you once, yeah? i can get some photos of you for your instagram.”

“that is a tad bit more convincing… you’ll hold me still, yeah?” you sit up from your spot, wiping any grass that might’ve gotten on your outfit.

“for sure, let’s go?” he holds a hand out to lead you down the little hill and towards the many skaters.

you walked along with him, nearing closer and feeling more edgy. why exactly were you doing this? there was a possibility you just liked him that much, but you would never tell him that.

“taesannie i swear i have never touched a skateboard in my life, what if i eat shit and totally embarass myself?” you held the board he gave you in your shaky hands, fingers scratching against the dark grip tape.

“you won’t fall, y/n, i said i would be holding on to you.”

the idea of holding you as you stumble around on a skateboard was cute in his mind. he would help you get over your small fear, and take a few shots of you rolling around (with your arms swinging around like a weirdo, but his weirdo).

“okay okay.. but if you let me fall, zico will be hearing from me.” you sigh in defeat, placing the board down on the smooth pavement.

“i promise, just step on the board and ill push you.” he gripped your arm in his hand while you stepped on the board.

“wait wait wait– don’t push me yet i’m scared.”

“don’t be scared okay? i’m right here i won’t let you get hurt.” taesan couldn’t help grinning at your clumsiness.

once you gave him the nod of approval, he let go of you and pushed. at first, you waved your arms arround to try to stablize yourself, but you got the hang of it.

“i’m doing it!” you exclaim while rolling off into the distance.

taesan zooms in on you rolling away while you shoot a thumbs up towards the camera. seeing you flailing around was sweet, but seeing you happy at your success was a lot more delightful.

friend date three: superache was lovely, but you’re lovelier.

just down the street, a very aesthetically pleasing album store opened up. if taesan wasn’t so caught up with work, he would’ve gone to the grand opening with riwoo. despite this he was quite relieved to learn you also were planning on going soon, so this was perfect.

both of you dressed comfy in matching hoodies (per your request) and walked a short distance to arrive there.

“i hope they have the conan gray cd i want. sunset season has been at the top of my shopping list, but the other stores near us are always sold out.” the bell rang at the top of the door when you guys walked in, signaling a greeting from the employees working.

“i enjoyed superache, i might get the vinyl for it actually.” taesan thought out loud.

“superache was really good too, what was your favorite song off of it?” you question, holding an imaginary mic up to his face.

“uhh probably memories? i listened to it a lot during weverse con.”

“oh i remember when you posted it! that makes sense i forgot.” you said, going towards the cd’s.

“you have my notifications on for weverse?” he asked sheepishly.

“why wouldn’t i? it’s like i get two times the texts from you.” you smile at him.

“that’s cute.” he spoke quietly that you could barely hear him.

the two of you scrolled mindlessly throughout the shop, flipping through the letter tabs to find the artist you liked. taesan made sure to mentally note which artists you looked at for longer, or which genre you browsed in for the longest.

inside the shop, there were fake vines running across the walls and tons of posters littered about. it was awfully cozy, and though the dimmed lights made it harder for his camera to focus, you would look good even if you were blurry.

“taesannie! look i found the sunset season cd!” you bounced delightedly, holding up the jewel case in front of him.

he captured the joyful expression on your face, your lips pulling into a teethy smile that made him feel warm. when you noticed the camera you made multiple poses holding the cd. watching your every movement as you switched between peace signs and half hearts.

the last date was nearing closer, it made his heart ache anxiously.

friend date four: this is our chapter, right?

after your friend date today, he would go home to make a compilation of all the memories you made in these few weeks. this was probably the most extroverted thing an introvert could do, but in a way, it made the most sense to him.

he would show it to you the next day, hoping to be able to call you his girlfriend very soon. for now, it was best to swallow down the stress and make today worth it.

earlier in the morning, he texted you to meet up at a library just to hang out. there was a cute cafe there in case you felt hungry, and your favorite selection of books piled atop numerous shelves.

taesan arrived earlier than you in order to pick out the best spot to sit together, out of view from too many passerbys. while it sounded oddly suspicious he just wanted time alone with you, he always did. and you trusted him.

“taee sannn?” you whisper yelled, walking at a fast pace with your head bopping around. he raised his hand up and you saw him sitting against a bookshelf.

“hey you found me.” he perked up quietly as you sat down next to him on the floor.

“yeah i basically had to parade around the whole library to find you, stupid. big tall mountain yet i was unable to point you out from all these people; who may i add, are not six fucking foot.” you tease, scooting in to him until your shoulders barely touched.

“well you found me now, that’s what matters, right?”

“i guess so. what are you reading?” taking the corner of his book in between your fingers, you slightly pull it in your direction.

“i’m not sure, i kinda just picked something up while i was waiting. it’s pretty good so far though.” he moves his head up, feeling the closeness of your guys’ faces. you were still looking, analyzing the pages.

“it smells old.”

“what?” he laughed, “you don’t like the smell of books?”

“it’s not that, it just reminds me that i haven’t been in a library in such a long time. reading makes me tired.” you yawn.

“don’t fall asleep on me now, here, i’ll go a few pages back and we can read together okay? just tap my arm when you want me to turn the page.” he told you while you just hummed in reply.

together, you read in silence for awhile. the pads of your fingers gently pressing into taesan’s arm whenever you were ready to move onto the next page. over time, your taps got lighter and lighter, until you didn’t tap at all.

your head fell into his shoulder, making him flinch slightly at the sudden contact. when he glanced back over to you, your eyes were shut.

taesan freezes, unsure of what to do. does he wake you? he doesn’t dare to move a single muscle, ultimately deciding to let you rest. his mind and heart is racing because while you were always close with him, it was different when he had a crush on you.

he took his arm to wrap around your body, pulling you closer towards him. you nuzzled into him comfortably, unbeknownst to you exactly what you were doing. he pulled his camera to snap a very charming photo of you all sleepy. something about you looked very silly, so he was excited to show you and tease you about it.

right. he had a whole compilation of things he wanted to show you.

“you have no idea how much i like you, y/n.” he murmurs softly.

friend dates are out, confessions are in: i think really really love you.

taesan stayed up all night clipping together photos and videos of you. every scene of you, every detail, he studied over and over just reminiscing of all the moments you got to spend together. he was so fucking scared you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings.

normally he was calm, putting up this kind of chill persona. but genuinely he was terrified. any of the other members that he talked to about the whole situation told him that you definitely returned his feelings, but he could never be too sure. leehan was on top of telling him that he’d be fine.

but there he was, anxiously waiting for you to knock on his door. his laptop lay in front of him on the coffee table, tabbed out of the video so you don’t see it right away. time couldn’t pass any slower.

however he swore his heart rate picked up even more when you did knock. he quickly pulled out his phone to make sure he was looking okay. his outfit was nothing fancy, just some sweatpants and a shirt, but he still wanted to be presentable for you. the best way to get you over to his house was a movie night, so comfy attire was a must.

“hi taesan!” you greeted him as he opened the door to let you in.

“hey, are you ready for a movie night?” he fidgeted with the jawstrings on his sweats, going to sit over on the couch with you behind him.

“yes i’m excited! i get big blanket though you stole it last time.”

“yeah of course, but um– i wanted to show you something first.” he stuttered out.

“sure, what’s up?” you were worried from taesan’s sudden demeanor change. he took his laptop from the table and switched to a tab, placing it in your lap.

“hit play.”

once you did so, you were met with a melodic sound in the background. it was a tune you were familiar with, but you never knew where it was from. taesan would hum it all the time, and you realized once the first verse started that it was his voice.

‘hi, y/n. these were my favorite moments with you for the past week.’ read the captions below.

photos and videos of your past few weeks together played on the screen in order. you waiting excitedly for your gamja hot dog, you rolling away on taesans skateboard.

‘you might be wondering why i put all of this together, and sometime throughout this i wondered if it was stupid.’

the multiple photos of you posing with your favorite conan gray cd, and lastly a photo of you sleeping soundly against taesan’s shoulder.

‘but i think it was perfect for me to capture every single moment that made me fall in love with you.’

the expression on your face was blank, you blinked back, still a bit confused. more photos played throughout the video, selfies of you and taesan over the past couple years.

‘i really really love you, y/n.’

as the video came to an end and the screen went black, you looked over at taesan with tears welling in your eyes. you moved the laptop next to you and leaned over to embrace him in a hug.

“taesannie… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you sniffed while he returned your hug.

“i just didn’t know how. you deserve nothing less than perfection y/n…” he paused, “and i mean it. i really am in love with you, i always have been.”

“i love you too, taesan.”

in that moment, every single worry and doubt he’s ever had washed away as you placed your lips on his. it was like a reward for the constant longing he had for you. part of it still felt like a dream, but you’ve always been absolutely unreal in his eyes.

“is that what all of those dates were for? to hypnotize me into falling in love with you?” you giggled pulling away.

“i mean it wasn’t my intention, but if it happened, it happened.”

“shut up, this was totally something leehan would do! he helped you didn’t he?” you furrow your eyebrows while poking his cheek in an attempt to get answers out of him.

“you don’t give me enough credit, this was my idea i promise. he’s just the one that kept me sane during all of it.”

“even if you were insane i wouldn’t mind visiting my lovely boyfriend in the mental hospital.” you place another slow kiss on his lips.

“that sounds nice, girlfriend.”

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ashandcinders · 19 days ago

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Hi again! What are your thoughts on clay x jack and omi x jack?

Omi and Jack I see more of siblings, so nah on that!

As for Jack and Clay, when I first started out the future Au all those years ago, I had ideas of Jack being a sortve catalyst for a Clay coming out story.

(Art circa 2022)

Raimundo: Seriously dude, Jack Spicer?

Clay: Shut up

So I kinda have a fondness for them yeah! Even in my epilogue for my future Au I have them as this frenemy esque relationship as immortals on either side of the Xiaolin/Heylin conflict. With Jack taking Chase’s role and Clay more or less taking Guan’s, making narrative foils in the process!

(Art circa 2022)

#art blog #artist on tumblr #ashandcinders #xiaolin showdown #jack spicer #clay bailey #xs future au

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gingerteawrites · 2 months ago

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Crimson Blossom - Rengoku Kyojuro

A/N: Happy new year my loves! May this new year bring many blessings to you. I had this idea a couple of days ago after thinking about how ironic it would be for someone like Kyojuro to not be able to be in the sunlight. It turned into something else from this initial idea, but I do hope you enjoy this little story. It is also my first time writing anything supernatural so please go easy on me.

Content: Vampire!Rengoku x female reader, mentions of sexual harassment, intense fear, blood.

Word count: 2.6K

Dividers by: @omi-resources

Life in the entertainment district was far from conventional. For any outsider, the functioning of the city was completely disorienting. One that slept during the day and came alive at night. Still, the allure of the pleasure district brought in countless people, whether it was for a short bout or more permanent stays

You, however, were somewhat of an oddity even in this place. A female apothecary who operated outside of any family establishment was seldom ever seen. However, there was a need for the services you provided. Most healers in the district were men, and many had done their fair share to repulse the ladies, who constituted most of the clientele.

Whether it was to help with pregnancies, infections or injuries, your assortment of skills always came clutch in times of need.

You left your last patient for the evening with a concoction that was supposed to help tame her fever. Life in a brothel brought little respite, and the girl was frankly too young to be working at the establishment. But so were countless others.

This was the entertainment district. Women were commodities to be traded and discarded, and you had no power to change that.

Stepping into the cool evening air, you adjusted the wool shawl around you neck and looked up at the sky. The temperatures were dropping even more rapidly than you had anticipated. No time would pass before people came knocking at your small home’s door for help with cold tonics and other remedies.

Walking through the streets, you observed the buzz of men appraising the courtesans that stood and smiled coyly on the balconies, as well as the thrum of vendors and the chimes they carried around. The district was at its peak of activity. A commotion that faded into a dull silence as you retreated further away from the city center.

Your home was perched on the outskirts of town, close enough to the forest for your foraging purposes, but still within city bounds. You usually took walks like these easy, going over your patients’ ailments, treatment strategies and things that needed to be restocked in your head.

But today those thoughts were interrupted by something. Someone. Who took every turn you took, walking unnaturally fast, and causing a slow panic to settle into your bones as you too, picked up the pace. Someone was following you.

After a few more minutes of this silent dread, hoping the person would somehow tire of trailing you, the steps behind you started hitting the ground with more intensity. And you knew. The chase was on. So without further thought, you picked up your feet and took off running with all the energy you had.

You never considered yourself to be the active type. And you cursed that lack of athleticism right now. You took every turn and fork in the narrow streets in hopes of losing your attacker, but the man followed insistently. No longer quiet, but now cursing at you to stop. Spewing about how he was going to catch you. Hurt you.

Your lungs stung from inhaling the frigid air and your eyes watered from the wind blowing in your face. But you kept running.

Until the chase landed you at an impasse. There it was, a dead end. You turned around and faced the man pursuing you. He also paused, and you heard a sinister snicker escape his lips. It was dark, and thick clouds hid the moonlight, but you could make out his imposing statute. You wouldn’t be able to physically outmatch him. He stalked slowly towards you, while you scanned for any opening to escape, eyes darting around in the darkness.

“If you’re looking for a courtesan, you’re walking in the wrong direction,” you yell, expression hostile.

The man laughed, his grin holding nothing but mischief.

“Why would I have to pay for used goods when I can have what I want right here?” your lip curled in disgust.

As soon as he was close enough and reached to grab you, you saw your chance. Ducking under his arm, you readied yourself for a mad dash. But unfortunately for you, your foot slipped.

You crashed into the ground head first, and screamed when you felt the man’s hand grip your arms.

“Let go!” You yelled, thrashing wildly in his hold.

“Shut up!” He replied through gritted teeth, trying to get you still enough to peel away the layers of your thick clothes. You yelled for help, coming face to face with the reality of what was happening.

This could not be happening.

Your head was pounding, and your limbs hurt, his weight pushing down on you. But you wouldn’t go without a fight. You spat in his face and you heard him groan and swear.

His hand clamped over your mouth to silence your screams, but you bit down on his fingers with all your might. The man jerked back with a yelp.

"You little bitch!" He drew back his hand to strike your face, and you gritted your teeth, bracing for the blow.

But the impact never came.

Instead, you felt the weight lifted from your body in a flash, the man’s body hitting the wall you were just against with a sickening splat. You scramble to sit up, taking in shallow breaths, registering the presence of someone else, back turned to you.

His hair was like a blazing sun, yellow from the roots, unfurling into a fiery red and burnt black at the tips. He turned his head towards you and you saw it. His blood red eyes and fangs, peeking out when he offers you a smile.

With no further hesitation, you take off. This time, your legs are steady enough as you dash away to your house, not stopping to take a break or even look back. You collapse on the floor of your home, thoughts racing almost as quickly as your heart. What even was that?

You awoke in the same spot you had fallen asleep at on your floor, with a pounding headache and a dull ache spreading across limbs to match.

The problem with running a one-woman business was that… well… one woman was in charge of everything. And that was you.

You had barely taken care of the dried blood on your face and the gash on your forehead that throbbed incessantly when you heard frantic knocks at your door.

People needed care. And for most, you were the only way to get that care. You sometimes thought of actually starting to charge for your services. You operated mostly on donations. Which was the reason why the city doctors lived in lavish lofts and you did not.

But when you saw a struggling person begging for help, all those thoughts vanished. People needed care.

You dragged yourself outside, fighting every fiber of your being that told you to stay put. You would not neglect your duty.

It was a long day of consultations, making cold medicine and applying poultices. By the time you made your way home, the intensity of your aches had all but doubled. You went through your cabinets in search of anything to relieve the throbbing pains.

Of all times?

You sank to the floor with a sigh. You were out of practically everything. Curse you from the previous weekend who had put off going to forage the medicinal herbs.

Most of the plants you commonly used were capricious things, refusing to grow in your garden no matter how much you tried your hand at cultivation. So they needed to be searched for with intent and harvested in the wild. You reached for your leather satchel and sickle, shakily rising to your feet.

There was a moonflower patch not too far into the woods. They weren't fully in season, but you were sure you could find some. Mild analgesic with slight hallucinatory side effects. Not the best, but that ought to do the job for now.

You clutched the tools close and triple-checked to make sure no one was following before you stepped onto the well-worn path into the woods. The last thing that you needed was the presence of a man, or any other creature, regardless of their intentions.

The moonlit woods were anything but quiet. You heard the steady clicks of insects, rustling of small animals dashing at the sound of your steps, and wind whistling through the trees. You continued with great effort, tracing your steps in the map of your mind.

Finally finding a small patch of the pearl-tinted flowers, you breathed out your relief. In a rehearsed motion, you crouched down and drew your sickle to slice off the blooms, and then dug lightly to unearth the roots. The task took longer than you liked, but you pushed on through the discomfort, collecting a few more than were needed for one dosage. Might as well get a good stock, right?

“You’re bleeding,” a breath ghosted against your neck and your heart dropped to your stomach. You swung around, brandishing your sickle with both hands in offense, but the owner of the voice now stood far from you.

Your gasped under your breath.

There he was. You recognized that flaming hair, those crimson eyes. Myths of the supernatural were common throughout the country, but living so close to modernity tended to cast off these stories as old wives’ tales.

But the man before you was not human. And judging from the fangs, you had a major inkling as to what his true identity was.

“Breathe,” he spoke, and you realized that was something you had entirely forgotten to do. You filled your lungs with air, but still brandished the weapon in front of you.

“Why are you following me?” Your voice was sharp, cutting through the cool air.

“You’re bleeding,” he reiterates, voice strong but with a light edge. One you could almost mistake for kindness. Your bring a hand to trace the part of your forehead that had collided with the ground the night before. Your fingers were stained with blood when you pulled them away. You had not had time to stitch yourself up.

“Okay, and?” Your voice did not waver.

You did not appreciate being followed. Sure, he had helped the night before, but who was to say it wasn’t to attack you when your guard was down? You needed to find a way out. He was fast, that you knew. Escape wouldn’t be easy. And the engine of your brain running to find alternatives only seemed to amplify the pain in your skull.

“Listen, I can help you,” He added. “At least with the pain.”

“How do I know you’re not trying to hurt me?” You frowned

“If I wanted to hurt you,” he chuckled earnestly, “I would have done so as soon as you veered off the main path half an hour ago.”

Your lips were drawn into a thin line, and your hold on the sickle grew shaky. You were tired, and in the moment, weak. You sighed.

“How would you do that?” You conceded. Might as well listen to what he offered, right?

“Well by biting you, of course!”

Silence…

You almost wanted to facepalm at his response. Seeing as he was not keen on attacking, you finally stood up on shaky legs.

“Wait, I’m serious.” He raised his hands. Not in defense, but as a way to placate you. “At least give it a try? I can tell you’re in a lot of pain right now,” the way his thick brows downturned and concern was etched onto his features carried a sincerity that made you waver.

You blame it on the fatigue and the pain, but after another bout of silence, you nod. Deep down, you knew the moonflowers would provide only minimal relief. And if he was going to kill you, maybe this was a good place for it. A moonlit clearing. Pearly white flowers on which your blood would be spilled. You felt delirious.

In truth, Rengoku had roamed the district for the better part of the year. So many people, so much food. But he did not attack guiltless individual. No he was too noble for that. He went after dangerous people. Repeat offenders. Just like the man who had followed you that night. Someone he had given the chance to escape before, but felt justified enough to get rid of this time.

He was doing a service to society, right? It was a win-win situation.

But the scent of your blood after the incident had haunted his thoughts in a way that surprised even him. He had never wanted to taste someone so badly.

And you stood before him now, almost serving yourself in a silver platter. He fought that primal voice that told him he could just have you. You wouldn’t be able to fight back anyway. Instead, he offered. Praying you would take it. For your sake and his own.

A fair bargain, right?

The second you nodded your approval, he found his place in front of you with a dizzying speed.

His figure towered over yours, but he offered another warm smile.

“Where…” his voice was more quiet now, “Where is it alright for me to bite?”

You had not considered it, so you looked down at your body.

“Where would be a good place?” Surely, there was a method to this. He gulped, feeling the saliva pool in his mouth at the thought.

“Anywhere with good circulation. You’re a healer, right? You would know,” he offered with a light chuckle. His eyes fleeted over the junction of your neck, but he did not make any further suggestion.

You did not think to question how he knew that about you.

“Wrist,” you replied, pulling back back the sleeve of your Haori. He smiled and nodded, wrapping strong fingers around your arm. His body was so cold. Even more than the night air.

He brought your hand up to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. And felt his lips ghost over your skin, causing your entire body to erupt in goosebumps. He bared his fangs and grazed the area with them. You felt your heart slam against your chest.

“Relax,” he instructed, his voice deeper than it had been before. You tried your best to follow the direction. “The discomfort will be brief,” he whispered against your skin.

And with that, you felt his teeth sink into your flesh. There was a brief flash of pain, but that was immediately replaced by pure bliss. Euphoria. He had told the truth. Your heartbeat slowed, and a languid sigh escaped your lips. The pain from your wound faded into the background, and all you could feel was him, your mind riding an indescribable high.

His tongue lapped at the skin, drawing away blood at a leisurely pace. Pupils blown out, quiet groans escaping his lips. When your knees buckled beneath you, Kyojuro wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you against his chest.

He knew he didn't need this much blood to give you relief, but getting his body to stop proved more difficult than he thought. He wanted more—his entire being vibrated with need. But he had practiced discipline for too long. No matter how much he wanted to ignore the voice of reason, he wouldn’t.

Reluctantly, he retreated his teeth, but lapped at the remaining blood on your skin, before delivering a light kiss to the area.

“Delicious,” he whispered.

Your breath shuddered. You came down from your high but the pain remained gone. You should have thanked him and returned home, but it was like you were glued to his body. You could not pully away. Did you even want to pull away?

This was something really new for me to try, but I hope you enjoy reading it! Please let me know if you would like more apothecary!reader x vampire!Rengoku content! I'm really excited about the idea.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny rengoku #rengoku x reader #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku x y/n #hashira x reader #kny hashira #demon slayer x reader #gingerteawrites

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viharbinger · 8 months ago

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Hear me out. . . Jin Sakai + childhood friends to lovers 🩷

Childhood Friends to Lovers

pairings: Jin Sakai x gn! reader

a/n: hi I have school on July 1st imma kms tbh 🥹

warnings: nothing, mentions of marriage?

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The young lord Sakai was a timid boy growing up. He grew more brave over the years, of course, but you were the highlight of it— by chasing him with bugs and scaring him with stories you heard from adults like a bear roaming around the village.

You first met near a river by the village when you saw him climbing up a tree. Being a chilvarous child, you followed him up, scaring him down the process. Let's say a few broken bones appeared when you both accidentally fell down.

As innocent as you look, his parents and Yuriko could not even begin to resent you for breaking his bones on accident because of how well you were bringing him out of his shell. They love that their only son was finally out there making friends.

However, you don't know his family that well since they seem to always be somewhere else whenever you're around. But whenever you do get to visit, Yuriko will always be there handing out snacks and taking care of you like you're also part of clan Sakai.

She'd comb your hair so it was neat and tidy when she's finished with Jin's, clean your clothes when it's muddy after playing with Jin— you're practically family!

Over the years as you grew up, there was definitely some romantic tension around, almost kisses here and there, and definitely a lot of hand holding. Jin does sees this, but he doesn't do anything yet as he's simply too busy to advance further in your relationship. But of course, you're not going to let that slide.

Finally when the time was right, Jin was back at home in Omi village and had spare time. Let's say that you gave him a kiss or two and it all worked out. He was also uncharacteristically smiling the whole day after that, you'd think he was a different man.

The first kiss was honestly a test on the waters, you did it first to see if he was fine with it. He was surprised at first, speechless, in fact. It almost made you chicken out and started apologising for trying to make an advance on Lord Sakai. "I'm sorry. Keep going." He says, blinking out of the trance you put him in, cheeks flush. And you kissed him a second time. And another. And another one longer than that one. It's like you're teenagers learning to kiss for the first time. Which probably was true on his part.

Everytime you meet now, he's greeting you by kissing your hands, and caressing them softly. It's like your playful and messy friendship changed completely to a beautifully romantic one. Sometimes, you even get the surprise of Jin bringing you back a gift from his travels. Maybe a poem? Flowers? Or something you like?

The next thing he's thinking about is marrying you, honestly. You seem to be the only person to be able to capture his heart and keep it full, he's not gonna let you get away!

And when the samurais on Komoda beach fell and Jin barely came out alive, he went to you as soon as he could. He needed to know if you were okay. If his best friend and partner was okay. "Jin.. You're alive." You hugged him tightly, dropping the bags of goods on the floor.

"Of course." He whispers, hugging you right back, pressing a firm kiss to your temple. "But how? I heard every samurai died. I was about to prepare your funeral." You laugh cry, wiping the sharp painful tears away.

"I'm here now, just like always." He tucks a stray hair away from your face, watching as your expression changes from upset to happy. He's right, he has always been with you. Since you were just a little child, he's always been.

#ghost of tsushima fics #ghost of tsushima x reader #jin sakai fics #jin sakai x reader #jin sakai x you #jin sakai #ghost of tsushima #. bees posts

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chika-pili · 17 days ago

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Hola Chikilines. Hace caleta de rato que ando trabajando' en AU sobre Chronicles. Se que soy la primera en andar tirando mierda al Programa 🥰. Pero creo que es por eso que '""decidí""" hacer algo con ello.

Mi idea original era hacerlo un fanfic, pero como tengo nula capacidad mental para describir sentimientos o para expresarme que no sea de forma Oral. Haré tiras, tipo comíc.

En mi sincera y. Humilde opinión. Chronicles pudo ser mucho mejor serie de lo que fue. Digo, todo el tema de derechos y eso afecto, obviamente. Pero lo más significativo fue el hecho de no respetar la esencia del personaje anterior. Cómo Omi, que en xc solo podía pensar en que se callara un rato. No pudo ser más insoportable. Raimundo y Clay quedan de lado, Kimiko me cayó mal, no puedo nombrarlo específicamente pero su actitud se me hizo un poco pesa'. Oh y Jack Aaaaaaa Dios. Puedo soportar que me lo hagan necesitado de atención pero que no se lavara los dientes -10/10. Pero me gustó un poco la Relación con Wuya. Aunque fuera tonta fue un poquito entrete.

Obviamente mi problema más Grande es con mi flaco. Chase 😭. Es que no puedo con el. En Xs tampoco es que era el mejor personaje, tipo, queda en nada. Cómo Hannibal. Pero era memorable, muy chulo. Aquí, se me cayeron. Me lo hacen ver como un ridículo. Quien Xuxa anda pensando en venganza cuando toda la gente que le hizo daño está literalmente muerta. Fue su culpa perder su lazo con el Dragón. Ay pero el niño no quería entregar su poder mágico 🥺 para hacer nuevos shen gong wus y a mi que. 😡😡

A mí me gusta shippear personajes y leer historias que muy posiblemente no pasen en un escenario canónico. Es lo bonito de los fanfics. Pero que es eso de que Chase se enoje xq su hermano le quite la polola. Lo entiendo, yo igual me enojaría. Pero no por 1500 años. Mi compadre, el resentido. (Y otros intereses, como el y Shadow. Dashi y Kaila, bueno eso es suposición mia, pero está curiosito los líos amorosos aquí, como también, andar sacandole hermanos a lo loco. De pronto todos tenian) No solo lo hacen parecer un patético hombrecito que no puede dejar el pasado atrás, como dije también lo dejan en ridículo. Ya saben. El capítulo donde pone un huevo. Todavía no termino de procesar a quien se le ocurrió y el por qué...como idea por si sola está chistosa si. Yo misma lo ridiculizó con el Chase supuestamente Punk que de Punk no tiene nada. Oh peor lo mio no es algo oficial. O sea queee. No solo que es tonto si no, que no tiene sentido. Más adelante se nos dice que los shen Wong wus son creados por los monjes de cada generación, es algo interesante y me gustó. Pero pero pero. El don 'no voy a dar mi poder para hacer baratijas' saca de su cuerpo literalmente uno en forma de huevo. Ese huevo es un wu.¿Cómo? Apareció en su cuerpo de la nada, no sabía que podías parir wus. No sé si me doy a entender en este punto. Solo saco el odio de mi corazón 😔. Chase:-1000000/10. Perdón Flaco.

El otro tema. La incluso de nuevos personajes, me gusta integrar nuevos personajes. Mis favoritos personalmente fueron Salvador 😍 y Shadow. Me hubiera gustado que Salvador solo tuviera el encanto de la manipulación en vez de poderes, pero se lo dejaré pasar por esta vez.

Ping pong 😡😡😡😡😡 mientras yo exista siempre habrá un hater de esa cosa. Te la venden como si fuera la clave para la historia y para q Chase tenga otra obsesión enferma. Aunque no queda en nadaaa solo está allí para lamerle las patas al Omi. Además, Le metieron cero ganas a su diseño , literalmente es Omi con lentes. Los demás personajes son x dan igual.

Eón- el pequeño Zim/sim/ zin( ni idea de cómo se escribe )la princesa Kaila, Tomoko son x

No todo es malo, obviamente, tiene sus cositas. El expandir el universo es interesante y un buen recurso para tenerte enganchado a la serie. Es entretenida y si hubo escenas que me sacaron una sonrisa. Dije que el pequeño zim era x, pero si fue lindo el saber que Jack tenía fans (Soy ese) Aunque lo traicionan, pero quién sería Jack si no lo jodieran todo el tiempo.

Darles independencia a los monjes fue bueno. Lo necesitaban. Dojo, lo amo el mejor personaje de Xs/Xc. Muy dependiente emocional del maestro Fung. Aunque no me molesto( solo el hecho de las agitaciones/granos/ eww Pus cuando detectaba un Wu, si fue asqueroso).

Gracias por leer mi critica destructiva no tan destructiva de Xc.🥰

Yo amo xs es mi serie animada favorita. Pero también odio que no supieran darle una buena continuación. Tenía todo el potencial, expandir el universo era una buena idea, lo mencioné. desgraciadamente la ejecución fue mala. No puedes sentir el encanto de los personajes. Se sienten muy artificiales.

Se que igual hay gente que les gusta, no tengo nada contra ellos . Solo es mi opinión basura. Ambas series tienen su caca, solo hay que ser conscientes y ver qué no todo es lo mejor del mundo.

Me molestó por una serie que salió hace un poco más de 10 años. Crítico a Chase por resentido y soy igual.

Mi au fue una excusa para hablar de esto? Si.

No quiero que el Fandom muera. Se que no dije prácticamente nada de mi Au, Lo haré después. Por cierto. Se llama: 'nuevo Xiaolin' xq la originalidad me corre por las venas 🤟

Se que hubo muchos errores ortográficos, de puntuación, gramática, muchos peros. Sorry, me salto algunas palabras 😿 Estoy conciente, los arreglaré... Probablemente.

Tambien pude haber tratado de hacer un análisis más profundo. Pero, no sé si fue la serie o el calentamiento global quien arruinó mi cerebro.

(Había escrito más pero no lo guarde y lo subí antes de terminar).

Gracias a mis 3 fans por leer🫶🫶🫶🩷🩷

Pd: se que hice una tiradera al Chase xc, y muy bien que es mi gusto culposo. Pueden insultarme. Mi debilidad, los hombres patéticos e inseguros 😻

Bandera Bi a la inversa ‼️

#xiaolin chronicles #fanart #duelo xiaolin #xiaolin showdown #chase young #jack spicer #my art #fyp #fypシ #raimundo pedrosa #kimiko tohomiko #clay bailey #omi #xs wuya #Au xiaolin chronicles

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lumiinix · 2 years ago

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HIII!! I just wanna say first that I just ADORE ur writing so much!!!💘 And I saw that ur request are open and I was wondering if by any chance you could write abt how the haikyuu boys would react to meeting a beautiful fan (fem! Yn). I was thinking maybe like atsumu, Oikawa, Sakusa idk. ANYWAYS It’s okay if not lol! 😎🤘💟

Meeting a beautiful fan (but with my own little twist)

Pairing(s): Oikawa, Atsumu and Sakusa x fem!reader

Warning(s): Fem!reader, reader is famous so it’s like a mutual celebrity crush.

A/N: Don’t mind me putting a little twist of my own here anon~

Oikawa

Being a model sure is exhausting, but you can’t denied that the perks that comes with your job is sure worth it, especially when that perk is a vip ticket to a San Juan home game where you got the chance to see and later have a meet and greet with your favorite member, Oikawa Tooru.

“Yep, totally worth it.” You said as you fawn over the Japanese man.

Oikawa was just drinking water during half-time when suddenly he sees it, in the corner of his eyes was the most beautiful person he has ever seen, his breath hitched as his heart began to beat faster, he almost even drop his water bottle. He had to look in your direction again to see if he’s not dreaming. Holy shit you are real and you’re in the vip section too? So that means he has to meet you later?! Oh now he’s panicking.

The match ends with the win goes to San Juan and the meet and greet began, and when he’s seeing you walking towards him? Man’s double panicking (from the inside).

“Hi! I’m a big fan of you! It’s nice to finally meet you Oikawa!”

And your voice is also pretty? Oh boy.

In the midst of panicking, he blurts out. “I THINK YOU’RE REALLY PRETTY AND I’D LIKE TO ASK YOU OUT.”

Silence.

Everyone in the rooms blinks, his teammates trying hard not to burst out laughing, other fans are looking at you whispering, some are about how lucky you are, and others are how they seemed to recognize you as that famous model. Oikawa tho, he wants the ground to swallow him whole, and the fact that he just heard that you’re a famous model doesn’t help the situation at all.

You on the other hand, smiled at the confession.

“I like your boldness.” You chuckled. “Here, take my card.”

Flipping through your purse you take out a business card, but you also took out a pen and wrote your personal number on it as well.

“This is my personal number, I will be busy in the next month but will be free for a while after that, call me when you wanna have that date.”

Oikawa shakily grabs your card before nodding, he was at awe with you. “You bet I will.” He said with his signature grin. He couldn’t wait to go on a date with you.

Atsumu:

Atsumu found you while scrolling through social media and was instantly hooked. Not only were you a rising star in the singing world, but you’re also a famous socialite that captures the heart of millions with your beauty and talent, including him. It was a mini crush that he had, you just had to be beautiful and talented and so on. The other guys would shit on him all the time, especially Sakusa.

“Omg y’all, she followed me back on Instagram! I can die a happy man now.” He sigh dreamily.

“Then die, at least I won’t hear your fanboy squealing anymore.”

“Wow, so rude Omi-omi.”

Fast forward to a MSBY home game that his team had just won, so everyone is going out treating themselves some drinks at a nearby cafe. When suddenly, someone bumped into his back and he hears a plastic material drops.

"I'm sorry!" Atsumu recognize that voice. He turns around and sees you bending down to reach for a pair of sunglasses, but he hasn't yet recognized you because you were also wearing a cap that completely obscured your face from his view.

He looks outside of the store where he saw a group of people holding cameras. Paparazzi, he realizes, and they were chasing…you?

“I truly apologize for stumbling into you again.” He almost spits up his drink when he finally sees your face after you speak up and stand up. There you are in all your glory, although not wearing makeup or expensive clothing, you still look stunning to him.

“Oh! You’re Miya Atsumu! I’m a big fan!” And you were a fan of him too? Did he just won a jackpot?

The two of you just stand there in shock, having to meet eachother’s celebrity in this situation was not what you expect, no one said anything, that is until his teammates had enough.

“Hey Miya! Why don’t you ask you ask her out? Aren’t you simping for her?” Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), Sakusa spoke up first, opening the gates for his other teammates to hype in up as well.

“Yeah dude, stop being a wuss!”

“Simp!”

“Come one, are you really gonna let the beauty hanging like that?”

And that’s just the boost he needs, he has to thank them later, so with a deep breath, he gave you his signature grin. “So, wanna hang out sometime?”

Sakusa:

Sakusa doesn’t know when he started to see you, but he’s glad. For some reason, he always seemed to notice you in the stands, seemingly blending into the rest of the fans, and it annoys him at first, but the more he saw you, the more you grew on him even though you two don’t have any interaction. To him, everything about you just screamed perfect and when he saw you wear his jersey number, cheering for him specifically, he cannot denied the fact that he’s fallen for you.

So when he looks up in the stand and cannot find you anywhere, his mood dropped and although it didn’t effect his game, even his teammates notices this and although they didn’t know why (bc Sakusa would dropped dead before he is even considering telling them about his crush), they knew is was kinda big. It was at that day when he decided to fuck it and decided that the next time he

He knows that you cannot make it to his game, but what he didn’t know is the reason why you cannot go there, and it’s because by the time the game is over, you are on a plane going back to Japan after winning an ice skating tournament. Sure you won, but you’re still salty about the fact that you miss your favorite athlete Sakusa fricking Kiyomi’s home match which they also won.

Promising to yourself that you see him next time, not knowing what would come next.

“How did it comes to this?” Is the first question you two had when you met him again…in an ice skating tournament you are in! Apparently, Komori dragged him here because for some reason he got interest in this sport and Sakusa was about to complain when he saw you. There you are, in your shiny outfit and perfect makeup, you gracefully slide on the ice while doing spins and jumps making him completely infatuated by your skills. You were an athlete yourself? And you’re a fan of him??

And when your eyes met, it was like the world around you was slowing down, your eyes widens as you realized that your athlete crush is here and although flustered, you now completely focused on showing of your best move to impress him (not that you didn’t already), leading you to winning the tournament.

Sakusa definitely had to thank Komori for this later, but first, he had to find you to ask you out.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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grasshopperdoingdogpaddle · 1 year ago

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Why does Omi always speak up about how they should help villains like Wuya and Jack and Ashley but he was bout to let the Bird of Paradise lady drown? (Was it because she was just that bad at singing? Because if so I can respect it, that was some noise pollution right there lmao)

Because Master Fung told them to.

Or at least, that's how Omi interpreted the direct order from Master Fung to focus on finding the Bird of Paradise and do nothing else.

Like you said, usually Omi's the first, if not only, one to say that even if they're enemies with someone, even if they're a villain who literally just robbed you or tried to kill you, they shouldn't stand by and let them die.

If someone sprains their ankle while they try to jump Omi, Omi feels obligated to nurse them back to health.

Omi usually will rush to protect of his friends, allies, enemies, even civilians.

But if [he thinks that] Master Fung wants him to leave someone for dead, Omi usually will. His adherence to that might be tested if the one in question is someone else he loves, like the other monks, or Jermaine, or Chase Young. But the old lady was a stranger, and Omi thought he had his orders. It doesn't help that, after the whole X-ing Omi arc, Omi is trying extra hard to "prove" he has a place at the temple, and this is part of that.

Omi's loyalty is fascinating, because it's not actually a loyalty to ideals, it's loyalty to his loved ones. Omi does have his own strong principles, but it just so happens that there's exactly one person who he loves enough to automatically forgo his principles and everything else for, and that's Master Fung.

Omi would quite literally kill for Master Fung. (Even if, in this case, he was misinterpreting the order.)

#Xiaolin Showdown #Omi #Master Fung #Bird of Paradise

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mefiman · 1 year ago

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My Accidental Parents AU family tree!

I redesigned Shadow from my previous XS post. Was itching to draw her brothers, Boris and Orchid so here they are!

If you guys can guess, they are redesigned characters from Chronicles! I hated the show ngl but in my AU, I get to redo their appearances and personalities yay!

Shadow: Born from a pearl inside an oyster made from a broken ribcage of Chase and Omi's healing magic. Feral lizard instincts, creepy manners that aren't too bad and a passionate female warrior. Has a soft spot for women (Had a crush on Kimiko before growing out of it and found someone else.). Aspires to be a skilled Heylin warrior like her dad, Chase. She's tsundere with a soft side for Papa Omi even if she tries to deny it when she's older.

Boris: Born from a peach shared by Chase and Omi when they took a bite of the fruit. The fruit came from Barkley Le Bois, an ancient French Xiaolin warrior turned into an enchanted peach tree by Gigi before the Heylin Seed was sealed. A good boi, clumsy, reluctant martial artist, doesn't want to fight, prefers to study botany and cooking. Still has the element of wood, only difference he ACTUALLY USES IT unlike canon XC. Taught by his grandpa Barkley whom he's very close with. Papa Omi's baby boy.

Orchid: Hatched from an egg laid by Chase in his beast form when he unknowingly ingested a certain potion dropped into his Lao Meng Long soup by Shadow and Boris when they were kind of tricked by Jack Spicer to search something in their dad's lair. Named after the serum responsible for his conception. Orchid is Chase in appearance and Jack in personality minus the cowardice. Has certain parts of XC Chase's personality with none of the creepy incest. Flamboyant and has a knack of inventing like his revered mentor, Jack much to his father, Chase's displeasure.

Notes:

1.) Chase and Omi had their firstborn, Shadow when Omi got into his 20's.

2.) All three kids were born accidentally through either both Xiaolin and/or Heylin magic, not MPreg.

Xiaolin Showdown, Chronicles and the characters belong to Christy Hui and Warner Kids.

Boris/Ping Pong and Orchid's designs along with this AU are mine.

#xiaolin showdown #xiaolin chronicles #chase young #omi #shadow young #xc ping pong #xc chase's egg #accidental parents au #chase young x omi #chase x omi #chaseomi #chomi #my art

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fangirlingpuggle · 7 months ago

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Very dumb Xiaolin Showdown AU/fic prompt where Dashi, comes back.

A new Wu reveals itself and everyone searches for it and when they activate it suddenly Dashi just appears falling over and dropping a can of soda like 'yeah that didn't go to plan may have fucked up there.... hey Dojo I got the soda' just Dashi tried experiment with Wu and fucked up and got trapped until it reactivated and then is just there chilling.

Guan shows up and is so happy his friend is alive but also... he knows Dashi.

When the next showdown happens Wuya is there and Guan is just paling like 'oh fuck' mostly everyone is confused like yeah she's Dashi's nemesis 'why are you worried with beat Wuya loads and she doesn't have all her powers it'll be fine right?' Guan just gives a pained look no idea how to explain....that.

The 2 start a showdown just them and it's banter and then Wuya getting upset 'I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD YOU BASTARD' and things start to get weird... Jack and the dragons are looking between each other like WTF...Dojo is paling as repressed memories are coming back and Chase basically teleports next to Omi covering his eyes just before Wuya and Dashi start making out.

Jack and the dragons jaws are on the ground other than Omi who has no idea what's happening because Chase is not letting his apprentice have to deal with this than you very much.

Somewhere in the distance they can hear Hannibal's cry of 'KNEW IT' Guan is signing in defeat 'Everyone knew it this isn't a surprise'. Then they realize it's not stopping. '...Dojo make the showdown stop..Dojo... DOJO'

That's the start of it slowly everyone realizes Dashi is not just a grand master dragon... he's is a fucking chaos gremlin who puts the world in danger as much as he saves it, it's no wonder he's so good at saving the world since he's always doing it cleaning up his own messes.

The whole hiding the wu they realize is less Dashi's decision and more everyone else's decision of making him put his objects of chaos out of reach, just putting his toys on the top shelf to stop him blowing up reality for 5 minutes.

All the other older monks at the temple decide to go on a long pilgrimages away form the temple and Dashi, and instead there's just Wuya chilling there they think she's moved in... no one wants to ask because that raises more questions... no one wants them answered.

Dashi's chaos is back in full swing and the next 'Ooops kick started end of the world event Chase shows up scoops up Omi like 'Not making him clean up Dashi's mess he's here he can do it himself taking my kid-I MEAN APPRENTICE home til Dashi has unfucked the universe' Fung wants to argue for a moment before taking a look at Dashi running into the vault yelling 'IT'S OK I CAN FIX THIS' while Wuya can't stop laughing and decides all the dragons can have a week or 2 at home... they've earned it.

Also as Wuya and Dashi have stopped any subterfuge and subtly and the whole good vs evil has now become more everyone vs Dashi's chaos Chase throws subtly out the window and is there with Omi like 'This is my son if anything happens to him I will destroy the world in a way not even Dashi's most powerful toys can fix'

Dashui: I TAKE THAT AS A CHALLENGE BRING IT ON CHASE

Guan:DASHI NO!

Which leads to Chase being around the temple more or taking Omi back to his palace because 'He is not a signing a permission slip for Omi to be involved in Dashi's latest shitshow' even though Omi is totally ready to jump into the portal to oblivion Dashi made to save the world'.

However, he sometimes gets sucked into saving the world (mix of Dasshi and Wuya teasing and Omi puppydog eyes)...as does Wuya because of reasons she will not say but her and Dashi are smirking at each other so no one is asking, they do NOT want to know. Which leads to them seeing the old dragons of their elements kicking ass and leads to all of the dragons starry eyed and demanding/pleading to know more moves and teach me how you did that please!!

Kimiko is borderline threatening Guan to teach her to make fire weapons like he did, Raimundo is near begging Dashi for the mountain cutting wind slash ability he used and flight ability, Omi is already being taught by Chase. Clay is trying to figure out how to get Wuya to teahc him some earth abilities.

Clay: Why did mine have to be an evil varmint

Dojo: I mean Omi's is too

Clay:...

Clay: That's is his pa Dojo

Dashi when not being a chaos gremlin is teasing all his friends, especially Guan and Chase because all this time and you 2 still aren't together .

Guan: Dashi he has tried to kill be many times

Dashi:...yeah...and?

Guan:....

Guan:I realized who I was speaking to after I said it

He also teases Guan about being a deadbeat dad and not spending time with Chase and his son, Guan is trying very hard to set his friend on fire.

Dashi has got Omi involved and Omi is so excited to have both his heroes spending time with him and neither can say no to him. Dashi and Wuya are watching all this giggling with popcorn.

Dojo: How mcuh of this is you wanting to help them and how much is just for your amusement

Dashi:... like 60, 40 split...which way i'm not to sure though.

Bonus: it is collectively agreed by everyone that Jack and Dashi can not spend time together Jack once asked about how the shen gong wu were made and about mechs and kaiju and everyone all has to drag them apart after they started talking... no one is allowed to give Dashi anymore ideas.

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yurayura-kurage · 1 year ago

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A3! Fushimi Omi [SSR] Flustered Award Ceremony | Backstage Story Translation (3/3)

Special thanks to Vera for the backstage’s recording!

Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Translation under the cut

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

VS Thieves Gang / 3

Thief: … Somehow I managed to give them the slip.

Chikage: Hey, I’ve been waiting for you.

Misumi: Give Chikage’s handbag back!

Thief: W-Who the hell are you!?

Even the police! Damn it, I’ll definitely run away…!

*Short timeskip*

Thief: I’ve come this far, they’ll no doubt…

Chikage: I was allowed to go ahead of you.

Thief: What…!?

Misumi: Ahaha, somehow this feels like that time right! Chikage is really cool~! (*)

Chikage: Yeah. That was when we were chasing a thief in front of the dorm right.

Thief: Why do you always go ahead of me wherever I go no matter what…!

Chikage: I’m good at chasing after people.

Chikage: …Well then, may I have my deposited things back.

Thief: Deposited things… So that’s you, the four-eye the other day! This machine, no way, a GPS!?

Misumi: I told you–, just give up~!

Thief: There’s no way I’d let you catch me! If this is a GPS, I’ll win if I throw it and run away!

Omi: …That’s enough.

Thief: I got caught!? If that’s the case I’ll break through––.

Omi: I told you this is enough!!

Thief: Eek!?

Misumi: Ah– You’ve been knocked down!

Chikage: Haha, Omi’s strength is amazing.

Policeman: Secure, secure! We have arrested the remaining member of the thieves gang…

*Shifts to ceremony*

Kai: Omi-nii, is it really fine for us to receive a letter of appreciation?

Gaku: That’s right–. Chikage-san and Misumi-san deserve this more than us, don’t they?

Omi: That’s not it, thanks to you guys, we were able to arrest the thieves gang. Not only the police, but Chikage-san and Misumi were also grateful.

Kai: Y-Yeah, that’s great but…

Announcer: Well then, Fushimi Omi-san, Kai-san, Gaku-san, please come to the podium.

*Short timeskip*

Gaku: Fuu~, it ended safely–!

Omi: Haha, somehow I was a little embarrassed.

Police staff: Excuse me, do you have a moment? There are a few requests I’d like to ask MANKAI Company-san.

Omi: Not to us, but to our theater troupe? What is it?

Police staff: Actually…

*Shifts to Veludo Way*

Omi: I didn’t expect the three of us would be the chief of police for a day…

Misumi: I think Director-san and Sakyo support us a lot!

Chikage: Well, we were told that we can also advertise our theater troupe.

Omi: This is a theater town, so they told us that a collaboration with a theater troupe would help promote crime prevention…

Chikage: But I think that police staff suggested it simply because he is a fan of MANKAI Company.

Misumi: Anyway, now that it’s decided, let’s do our best~! Salute!

Ahaha, I feel like I’ve become a real policeman!

Omi: Haha, you’re right.

By the way… Both of you, thank you so much for protecting my brothers.

Misumi: That’s natural! I know younger brothers are important to you, since I also have one!

Chikage: That’s right, it’s natural to protect your family.

Omi: …You’re right.

Translator’s note:

(*) This was from PSYCHO PASS X A3! Special Collab event story

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#a3! translation #fushimi omi #autumn troupe #akigumi #utsuki chikage #ikaruga misumi #act addict actors #you should never mess up with mankai

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gravity-what · 6 months ago

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Another lost misadventure from 1500 years ago~!

Dashi and Guan and Chase really feel like a found family! A real team! And right after you won my heart over with how much this trio loves each other and gets along with these OG Dragon stories, you just go ahead and rip it right out along with Chase's by giving Chase a peek at how it will all fall apart sometime later! Is Chase witnessing that same scene that's in the flashblack Guan was still dwelling on in 4k in the future? That Sphinx was really twisting the knife! What a cruel hunting method! The mermaids couldn't show Chase anything at all, but the Sphinx showed Chase all the nightmares that were going to become his reality! (I'm so silly that I somehow really thought for a second that Chase was about to get eaten even though this is a prequel! 😂😂😂)

But Chase and Guan's conversation bandaided my heart back together! I can really see how they become good enough friends that Hannibal's going to go on to describe them as "the one they consider closest". This Sphinx encounter was sort of like a proto-Hannibal encounter if I think about it that way!

If only this warning could have helped them avert the sad future… 😢😭

But yay for those Wuya x Dashi hints though! I wonder if Dashi's met her yet by this point~ 💌

Welp! Anyway! If their grumpy master won't say it I will: Mission accomplished, well done Chase and Dashi and Guan!

⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛ SANDS OF TIME OBTAINED! ⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛

I honestly have so much fun writing these Dashi Trio misadventures! There is just so much to play with when it comes to them and so many years to fill in! Not to mention that I really enjoy their dynamic together.

But yaaaa, forcing Chase to face his future was fun~ and if he wasn’t so confident in his friendships I can’t say that he wouldn’t have gone the Omi route and does a ‘long walk of no return’. Lucky for Chase he knows he would never betray his friends and they would never betray him!!

Right?

[but ya…definitely a pre-cursor to Hannibal. If only Chase had listened. A lot can change in ten years time and, well, when Chase finally does meet Hannibal a lot has changed. His foundations aren’t quite as solid as they were in this battle]

As for Dashi and Wuya, I don’t think he has but it is something that is about to happen in the immediate future. Like, next mission kind of immediate. The count down is well under way and then all hell gets to truly break loose~

#chase young #grandmaster dashi #master monk guan #Wuya #gathering the dragons

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minkkumaz · 2 years ago

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A MATCH INTO WATER

seungmin never wanted things to end up this way, he hated seeing you like this. as he kissed up your scarred skin, he let you know that you were in this together, and he was never going to let you go.

PIERCE THE VEIL series

PAIRING kim seungmin x gn!reader WC 1.3k TAGS established relationship trope. angst. hurt/comfort. major tw. self - harm. blood. mentions of depression + anti depressants. blade mention. pet names: pup, pretty. OMI NOTE if you're going through a hard time just know there is always somebody you can talk to. get the help you need my loves!

as you looked into the cracked mirror, you were terrified of the person you’d become. everything was faded into nothing, you were frozen in place. dried up blood littered your wrists and chest, and tear marks stained your face.

the vicious beating in your chest was telling you that all you could do was cry. this feeling alone made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn’t let it go.

this secret was between you and your abused body. seungmin was blissfully unaware how deep your problems actually were. he never knew about the endless rabbit hole of depression and self harm. however, you would try your absolute best to keep it this way. things would only be worse if he knew, it’d break him.

from your place in the locked bathroom, you heard a door creak open, which immediately set you into a panic. you scrambled around, wiping down the blood stained countertops, hiding the blade in a contact lens holder, and putting your hoodie back on.

the voices from all the boys piling into the dorms got more prominent. you fixed yourself up to look presentable and left the bathroom to greet them.

“hi guys, you’re home a lot earlier than i expected!” you greet everyone, laughing nervously. seungmin immediately rushes towards you to embrace you in a hug.

“i know, pup, i missed you. chan thinks we all need a break from working on the comeback.” his scent overclouded your senses. sweet but musky, and it was all too familiar. you gently wrap your arms around his waist

“that’s good, i’m glad. are you guys going to hang out here or go out somewhere?” you question, pulling away from your boyfriend to look at everyone else.

“we were thinking about a movie night, you down?” felix asked as you responded with a happy nod, “cool, let’s get snacks ready?”

“i get to pick the movie!” han yelled snatching the remote, immediately getting chased down by jeongin.

“go sit down love, i’ll help felix with snacks and stuff.” you tell seungmin

“you’re too good for me.” he kisses the top of your head and pulls away from you to go to the couch.

as you make your way to the kitchen, you ignore the pit in your stomach, trying to get your heart beat to slow down. you see felix putting two bags of popcorn kernels in the microwave before he finally feels you there.

“how are you, y/n? i’m just making the popcorn right now, could you please get me a bowl?” he grins at you, truly radiating like the sunshine he is.

“of course! i’m pretty good. excited for your comeback?” you respond, kneeling down into the cupboard below, searching for a bowl big enough. what you didn’t know is when you were reaching, your sleeve rode up.

at first, he didn’t completely catch it. but when he did a double take, he went pale. he was fumbling with the third popcorn bag, trying to stablize his suddenly heavy breathing.

“um, yeah yeah i am. can you excuse me for a second?” he tells you, walking off suddenly. it was a little weird, but you try your best to ignore it and get him what he needs.

he moves to the living room with heavy steps, seeing seungmin sitting peacefully on the couch and scrolling on his phone, “seungmin can i talk to you privately for a second?”

felix said this quiet enough that only seungmin could hear, trying his best not to gain attention from any of the members.

“sure, what’s up?” he follows behind felix into the hallway, a little worried about what he has to tell him; especially in private.

“is something wrong with y/n?” he hesitates, fidgeting with his hands. “why would you say that? did something happen?” seungmin puts his hands in his pocket, questioning the boy.

“we were in the kitchen and i had asked them to get a bowl for me, right– when they reached in the back, their sleeve rode up and i saw a bunch of scars on their arm seungmin…” he stared at the floor, “and it’s not like they were faded or anything, otherwise i wouldn’t have told you. but they were still bleeding.”

seungmin had no idea what to say. in that moment it almost felt as if his world stopped completely. his face burned hot, and was almost on the verge of tears. what was he supposed to feel when hearing such gut wrenching information about you?

“fuck... are you sure that’s what you saw?” he mumbled, breathing harder to prevent himself from crying.

“i’m pretty sure, you should just talk to them. i won’t tell anyone i promise.”

felix left seungmin with his thoughts in the hallway. it felt like he was on fire. the mere thought of the person he loved the most hurting so badly made him want to scream. it was then that you came into the hallway, clueless about the interaction you were about to have.

“minnie what’s wrong? felix told me to come talk to you…” you furrowed your eyebrows. the aura he gave off was scary, almost making you breathless.

he didn’t say anything besides grabbing your arm and pulling up your sleeve. it confirmed all of his suspicions, so he let everything pour out.

you felt like a deer in headlights, being caught like this. you couldn’t say anything. he carefully led you into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and sitting you on the edge of his bed. he kneeled between your legs, looking up at you.

“y/n, how long have you been hurting yourself?” he chokes.

seeing him like this was entirely fucked up. you felt absolutely terrible for making him worry so bad about you. it was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. you were so scared.

“i’m so sorry seungmin i– i really am.” you sniffle out, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

“pup don’t apologize.. but you need to tell me. is it just your arms?” you shake your head hesitantly before pulling your sweater off your head.

red marks were littered on your previously porcelain skin. it mainly covered your arms, but there were two or three on your chest. he felt sick, covering his mouth in shock.

“if you want to break up with me i understand… i’m disgusting.” you whimper, feeling the cold air coming from the ac to touch your half bare body.

“fuck.. baby no.” he gets up from beneath you, gently holding you in his arms, “you’re not disgusting at all, it just kills me to see that you’re abusing your body like this. you don’t deserve it at all.”

“i’m sorry.” you mutter, ashamed.

“but why?” he whispers, cradling your head.

“i didn’t want to tell you seungmin.. i was so so scared.” you cried, “i’ve been so depressed for awhile. i tried taking pills i did. it just made me feel so numb, and you make me feel so happy. but sometimes things happen and i feel like this is the only way out of it.” you heard him sigh deeply, pulling away from you and taking your hurt arms in his hand. he gently kissed up your arms, being careful not to hurt you.

“i still think you’re beautiful, i just don’t want to lose the love of my life.” his hands trailed down to yours, rubbing circles into your palm, “promise me you’ll try your best to stop hurting yourself. i’m here to help you.”

“you won’t, i promise.” you sobbed.

“that’s my pretty pup. lets get you cleaned up and in different clothes. we can talk more about this later okay? you don’t have to be scared, i’m not mad at you.”

you nod quietly letting him walk you to the bathroom, careful not to be seen by any of the members. as he wiped a wet rag against your jagged skin, you felt eternally grateful for how much love he gave you.

it was so hard to come past this, but you knew you could fight back as long as he was with you.

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macbetha · 10 months ago

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preview of four of hoards, a haikyuu au - kiyoomi x kenma (sakuken?) / ossaka - omegaverse / royalty / fantasy + shifters / dragon king omi / panther shifter kenma

As a dragon, Kiyoomi has always been warned about flying too close to the sun. With life comes bright, golden lies he’ll want to chase, but he must reign his focus on the gold in his hoard - for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons. But Kenma’s eyes are gold like sunstone and no dragon can fly higher than Kiyoomi. Or: A Hades and Persephone AU - what if Hades left the underworld to join Persephone in her springland home?

Preview below the cut!

Kiyoomi loathes regions of eternal summer with a special kind of repugnance, yet he’s the guest of honor at a mid-year wedding in the desert.

The desert sand at the stronghold of the Black Jackal seems to magnetize to him. This event also happens to be a Miya affair: a nine-day celebration, which is tradition in these parts. Nine days of nauseating comradery and glutinous posturing.

It’s all for the nine-tailed marriage goddess the twins and their people worship. Kiyoomi’s own physician will be one of those people soon. It’s hard to swallow.

Kiyoomi soldiers on for Akaashi’s sake. He has enough to worry about with final preparations and trying to persuade Osamu to save some things for their wedding. Osamu has already spoiled Akaashi as any king should when it comes to their intended, but Osamu is still an alpha.

Resisting the urge to bite is nearly impossible once an omega has given permission. Osamu is devoted to his regional traditions but the rule about waiting until the ceremony to bite might just do the fox king in. Oikawa has assured Kiyoomi it will be a delicious scandal.

Kiyoomi takes it upon himself to gather the flowers Akaashi wants at the ceremony. The gardens are indoors, and Kiyoomi feared he was going to step into a claustrophobic nightmare, but he shouldn’t have let the term “indoor” deter him from finding the gardens quicker.

Kiyoomi expected some flowerbeds, perhaps a fountain – not a landscape that rivals the size of a gladiatorial arena. There’s enough space for hills to stretch out pillowed by wildflowers. The air is candied, pure.

Clean waterways and spotless paths make Kiyoomi almost salivate; this trip has been nothing but sandy grime. To make matters more enriching, an oversized sundial floats midair. The dial ticks as sunlight moves through the glass ceiling.

Kiyoomi can admit he’s dazzled. Rainbow phoenixes soar overhead, teleporting across the gardens in a fiery burst, and his brain quickly stops feeling like a pulled muscle.

He tucks his basket at his elbow and follows one of the irrigation rivers with his list in hand. Koi fish trail after him, hoping for a snack. Akaashi was thoughtful enough to add rough sketches of the flowers he needs, but Kiyoomi has no clue where to find individual blooms.

He isn’t too concerned. This isn’t the worst place to get lost and better odds have tried to keep him from certain treasures in his hoard. He’s never failed in that category.

Hours pass in which Kiyoomi’s natural curiosity implores him to rest on the ground and study certain plants. He can’t name many of them. Some petals are so vibrant, it’s hard to settle on which color best describes them. These ponderings don’t weaken the happiness in him.

Gradually, he finds what Akaashi needs. Kiyoomi is quite disappointed as he reaches the end of his list. The light around him deepens with the sunset’s crimson flares. The glass ceiling opens with a mechanical groan and the phoenixes fly through for their nightly hunt.

Kiyoomi’s pointed ear twitches when music starts up somewhere outside. Dinner is about to start. He sighs profusely. His hold tightens on his flower basket, and he heads in the general direction of where he came from.

Kiyoomi tries so hard to commit all his senses to memory: the moonlight is soft and pearly, the breeze sharpening as it rips through the flowers to push Kiyoomi’s curls back. He stumbles to a stop and looks around, horns illuminating the night. Kiyoomi breathes in deeply.

His wings arc to attention. Kiyoomi studies the flow of wind through the flowers to track its path. He follows the push to the north section of the garden. Suddenly, all the perfumes around him are annoying. He can’t name the smell the wind brought to him.

He can’t even describe it or fully remember it from that initial whiff just a few moments ago. It was just… new, odd. Maybe even good. Something about it makes Kiyoomi hungry. He’s never eaten as indulgently as he needs to right now.

He wants to slash his arm across a table and push over the frilly centerpieces, wants to eat with the candlesticks overturned and the curtains burning. He wants to rip his teeth through fruit flesh and salted meat, wants to be so fucking greedy -

What is he even searching for? A particularly smelly flower? It wouldn’t be right to take one when it wasn’t on Akaashi’s list, and it wouldn’t live long. The air shifts in another direction and Kiyoomi breathes, tongue light on his bottom lip. His fangs ache in his jaw.

It's not a flower but by the gods, Kiyoomi wants it. He alters his path and walks up a steep hill. He can’t explain why he’s creeping along and being mindful of his steps while his heart urges him to hurry.

That scent clings to his open mouth. His wings move on their own, spreading to catch attention and impress. He drops the flower basket. Kiyoomi is passed deciphering these responses; he must train his eyes on the source of it all.

White flowers glow over the hilltop – moonflowers yawning awake and twisting in their search for nocturnal light. Kiyoomi finds it before the flowers do.

Cloud-cover allows only a blade of moonlight over the hill, yet an omega found it perfectly and decided to nap there. Curled up on his side with his arms folded under his cheek, he is incredibly small to have such powerful pheromones.

The skirt twisted up around the omega’s knees is patterned in golds and reds Kiyoomi should recognize as the colors of a certain noble house, but right now, he is missing the faintest memory that could remind him what the world was like before this moment.

He can’t describe the omega’s scent, but Kiyoomi eats it up with gluttonous vigor. This is what red would smell like, he thinks: warm, deep, disarming. That scent is melting into Kiyoomi’s very pores and his skin tingles as his own pheromones flare in kind.

The omega’s nose twitches as he sniffs. His eyelids flicker before bolting open. The omega loops to his feet quicker than Kiyoomi’s eyes can follow. They watch each other with abundant confirmation that the omega thinks he’s about to become some sort of prey.

Kiyoomi tips his head to the side, showing his neck as if he’s ever done it before. The omega’s breath rasps to a complete halt. His tension eases a bit, as does the warning in his smell. His sunstone gaze is calculated enough to leave Kiyoomi feeling dissected.

Kiyoomi is willing, keeping his neck arched with his head bowed in submission to ensure the omega no harm will come to him. Kiyoomi peeks up from keeping his eyes low to the ground. A flush pulses down the omega’s throat.

His small hands lower from their crooked defensive position to wring together. He combs through the long hair at his hip before tucking some behind his ear. The omega hesitates, lips parting as if he’ll grace Kiyoomi with an apology, a word, anything -

He darts away, fleeing so gracefully the flowers aren’t even disturbed. Kiyoomi’s wings fall as he pants, lightheaded. One hand finds the earth where he sinks and the other touches his chest. He feels the wardrum of his heartbeat through his shirt, his glove.

Kiyoomi rises to his feet and wavers. He walks closer to the omega’s napping spot and toes the plate of crackers and cheese. A sticky knife and spoon are nearby. Bloody fruit juice splatters the grass and Kiyoomi crouches, following the trail to an opened pomegranate.

Kiyoomi takes off his glove and scoops into it with two fingers. He touches them to his tongue, but the sweetness does not ease his frustrations - it just enhances the fact he could have handled that interaction better in a hundred different ways.

Motoya’s forcing their familial bond open like he’s trying to kick in a fucking door. Kiyoomi hurries to find his basket at the bottom of the hill. He struggles to gather himself. This isn’t the first time he’s needed to be alone to process something and can’t.

This won’t be the last time he doesn’t get what he needs. Kiyoomi’s snarl flashes in the moonlight as his wings beat and rip flowers from the earth. He launches toward the open ceiling.

#omegaverse #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #sakuken #sakusa kiyoomi #kozume kenma #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #writing #my writing #haikyuu au #osaaka #me #my works

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