#fem!Shiro

[linkemon]

Metanoia (Howl x Reader)

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ʜᴏᴡʟ ᴛʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴜᴘsɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ᴜɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ. ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ sʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ…

1. ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ɪ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟ ɪs ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs.

Howl spun his dance partner around to the music. Step by step they followed the other couples. The glow of the lanterns was reflected in her eyes. Her hair danced in the cool air. Her lips were slightly parted. She inhaled sharply. Every now and then she burst into laughter. She tried to shout over the singing crowd in the town square. She fell under the spell of Market Chipping. Nothing unusual. She probably never stuck her nose out beyond this point. Most of the people around them had spent their entire lives here. They weren't like him. They couldn't just drop everything at will and move with all their belongings. It was not every day that they had the opportunity to celebrate. Especially in the dangerous times ahead.

He knew what was coming next. She stared at him like he was the whole world. He should be satisfied. And yet, for some reason, this adulation irritated him. He didn't deserve her. And besides, SHE never showed it as openly as this woman did.

The lace dress swirled. The material fluttered as a strong wind blew up. They didn't feel cold. The dancing lasted all evening. He knew it would start raining soon. The first drops had already reached his hair. The woman's touch was foreign. He tried not to think about it but the thought kept pushing itself into his head. She smelled different. Not as he would have liked. She moved in a strange way. Something was missing. He realized painfully that she was different. She moved her lips closer. He let her place a kiss on his cheek. Only one. Something seemed to stir inside him but not as it should. Maybe it's guilt? He gave his heart to a demon a long time ago. Calcifer was far away. He couldn't check it. He probably wouldn't have told him anything anyway.

She moved closer again. He didn't let her continue and pushed her away. Gently. She took a few steps towards him but he gently slapped her hand away. She looked at him reproachfully. She disappeared somewhere in the crowd of a thousand people. Everyone was running away from the rain. They covered their heads with their hands or newspapers. They ran as quickly as possible to take shelter under the roofs. He was the only one walking at a normal pace. Water was pouring into his collar but he didn't care. He took the guitar that he had left at the inn earlier. Immediately afterwards, he disappeared behind the alley of a colourful tenement house. He could conjure an umbrella. Even change the weather if he really wanted to but for what? He somehow liked the concept of getting wet. He followed the path leading to the Wasteland. Here the wind was tugging at his coattails. Pink and gray rhombuses wanted to fly away somewhere far away towards the lavender fields. He should be angry. Something squelched in the shoes. He could barely make out the blurry castle in the fog. Blond hair stuck to her face. He brushed them away every now and then with patient movements.

He placed his hand where the heart should be. Something hurt there. For a long time. Did he really feel something or was it just his imagination? That evening confirmed his belief that he hadn't made it all up. When SHE lived with him, everything around her seemed to come to life. He felt like singing and dancing whenever he saw her. She seemed to draw out reactions from him that he lacked. He tried because she wasn't satisfied when he didn't give his all. Howl spent time with her. She seemed to rediscover life with him. Even these seemingly simple things. She didn't accept his complaining. She stood by him when he called for the shadows. Now there's nothing left of it. Since she was gone, the days had become gray streaks. Each one similar to the previous one. Jenkins, Pendragon, Sorcerer, Wizard, Magician, Apprentice of Suliman, Servant of the King, Demon. He played so many roles and was fed up with all of them. The one person for whom he was always only Howl was gone. He didn't realize how dependent he had become on her until she disappeared.

Howl pushed the wooden door open. A pleasant warmth enveloped him. Something pulled at his gold necklace. The same one he received from her as a gift. Sapphire pulsed slightly. This made him open his eyes wider. He looked up and saw this one person he never expected to see again. For a moment he was unable to move. The puddle outside the doorway grew and grew, staining the floor. And he still didn't get it.

She promised she would come back. But he didn't believe her. After all, why would she do that? He's already taught her most of the things. She was so good at magic that she didn't need him at all. She could find a decent house, set up a business and meet someone. That last thought particularly annoyed him but she had every right to do so. In the end, they promised each other nothing. They didn't even talk about what actually connected them.

— Welcome home, [Reader] — he simply said, sitting down in the chair across from Calcifer.

This was, is and will be her home. That's what he told her the last time they saw each other. Did she still remember that?

The woman nodded, smiling slightly. But then she seemed to remember something and smile faded away. Markl didn't seem to notice anything. The boy showed her all the new spells he learned during her absence. She was rufflling his brown hair again and again, praising him for how much he had grown. She talked about her travels, taking out souvenirs from her bag. Ingaria was huge and it took her months to explore so many corners of the world. She travelled with everyone. By carriages, trains, cars, airships and on foot. More than one adventure has made a child's blood run cold. But then she would add an anecdote or a joke to make him laugh.

— I heard you were at the festival today — she said casually to her former master.

— You're right. — He held the look she gave him. Her piercing gaze told him everything. She knew why he was at Market Chipping. How? It didn't matter much.

He suppressed the strange feeling rising inside him. He regretted going there but she didn't need to know that. Or how much he missed her all this time. That at night he dreamed that she was close again, or that he planted lilies of the valley in the garden just to feel the scent she always carried behind her again. So he kept a straight face adorned with a small smile and announced that he would make dinner.

The fire demon looked at him scoldingly. Its flames danced accusingly. He knew what he meant. After all, he once took his heart. He knew him best and understood what was happening to him.

— Howl, cheek — he hissed quietly, sighing dramatically.

The blonde rubbed the indicated spot. Trace of red lipstick. Great. He wondered what she thought of him. If she even wondered about him at all... But why else would she have asked him the previous question?

Unfazed, he reached for the eggs. Plus a few slices of bacon. His signature dish. If you can even call a simple meal that. Calcifer eagerly ate the shells. To the accompaniment of complaints, he graciously agreed to put a frying pan on it. The pleasant smell of food lured the woman and the boy to the table. They had to clear away books, scrolls and potions. There was barely enough space to put dirty plates on it.

[Reader] complained about the condition of the castle. Dust, cobwebs and a pile of junk. He tried to defend himself. Deep in his heart, however, he agreed that she was right. Since the day she left, there has been chaos here. Marek somehow fought it at first. After a few days, however, he gave up. Seeing his master's condition, he instinctively followed his example. Howl knew he was responsible for this child but he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He denied all the changes for the better that the woman had introduced. He stopped cleaning, left the work in the hands of the student and disappeared for days at a time. Her absence caused him to completely fall apart. He went back to being the worst version of himself. He hated himself for it.

And now she saw who he really was. There was evidence everywhere. He couldn't stand that scolding look. Halfway through the seemingly cheerful dinner, he stood up and reached for a thick book. He read the spell from the old assignment over and over again. He pretended not to be interested in the other two's conversation. But im reality, something inside him was screaming. It rose towards her like a sapphire from a necklace. He hadn't been this close in a long time. She was sitting right next to him. At his fingertips. How many times had he dreamed about this? How he thought about what he could do then? And now she was home again and he had absolutely no idea what to do. Even if he looked composed on the outside.

He looked out the window. The rain didn't stop. He was stumbling mercilessly. Even if she wanted to leave, she would have at least spend this night here. But what next? Maybe she's only here in passing. She came to visit them and is about to disappear again. She will disappear like the mist that hides the The Waste. Or worse, it will all turn out to be just a beautiful dream. Howl will open his eyes in a moment. He will put his feet on the cold floor and she will be gone. He will only have what he has always had left. A pile of objects that he carried into the room one by one to occupy his attention. A colourful ball that reflected light in the glass on the ceiling because she didn't like the dark. An old, worn-out, golden gramophone. They listened to music together. Stacks of books covered with dust. Her favourites were on top. She left handwritten notes in them. When he read to them, he felt like he was one step closer to her. Masks from playing at Market Chipping, feathers from wild birds they watched together, a stuffed mascot and thousands of other things. All this helped him sleep when he lay in bed, tired from working for the king. There he pushed the images of war away from his mind. He tried to forget about the explosions, destruction and victims. Lilies of the valley by the bed drove away all evil, even if only for a moment. They smelled sweet like her. He could imagine himself lying right next to her. She brushes his hair from his forehead again, whispering soft, soothing words. She playfully tries on his emerald earrings, bursting into soft laughter. They talk about what happened all day. Seemingly nothing special. And then she slowly leaves, wishing him goodnight and he sleeps peacefully until morning. He hasn't felt peace in so long...

— Mark, it's time for bed. — The woman pushed him lightly towards the stairs.

— Just a moment — the boy begged, looking at her pleadingly.

— No discussion — she said, seeing that he wanted to protest.

He glanced uncertainly at her and then at the teacher. Then he cast a quick glance towards the demon. The flame tilted towards him knowingly. The student put his hands behind his back but everyone in the room could tell he was nervous.

— Are you staying with us? — he asked, looking at the floor.

The question rang in Howl's ears. This was what he also wanted to know.

— I don't know exactly for how long but I'm staying — [Reader] said calmly. — Now go to sleep.

Delighted, Markl ran to her and quickly hugged her. Then, as if embarrassed by this gesture, he ran up the stairs. The sound of his footsteps faded away. All that remained was the crackle of the fire in the fireplace. There was an awkward silence.

— I think we need to talk — [Reader] said after a while.

The man nodded.

— Don't mind me — Calcifer hissed. - I'll turn around and it'll be almost as if I wasn't there!

They would certainly not find peace with him. Discretion was not in his vocabulary.

— I think we'll leave after all — Howl said.

He turned the doorknob. The color pink meant a garden. He offered [Reader] his arm. She hesitated for a moment but eventually accepted the offer.

— Come on... I wanted to hear it — the demon growled dissatisfied as they walked through the door.

It never rained in this place. A warm, calm evening. As always. The pools of the lakes reflected the starlight. They walked together through the soft, light, green grass. The woman looked around the area. Not much has changed here. Actually nothing. Except for the lilies of the valley. She looked at them for a moment. He saw it. The only flowers that ever interested her. He just planted them.

He sealed his fate here long ago. Who would he be now if he hadn't caught a shooting star that fateful night? Would he still practice magic? He might not be a wizard at all. He regretted what he had done in his youth. The contract took his heart. It wasn't that he was completely devoid of feelings and emotions but something was missing. He was painfully aware of this. Some part of him that would make him feel completely human again. The worst thing was that it hadn't bothered him at all before. It was only when [Reader] came into his life that he realized how many things he didn't have or couldn't do. His love has always been and will always be incomplete.

— So… — he began, staring at the lake. — How long will you stay?

— I've already answered that I don't know. It depends. — The woman shrugged slightly.

— On what? — Howl continued. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he saw her at the castle today. He had to know the answers.

— On you. — She looked straight at him.

— I told you once. This is your home and you can always come back to it. I still stand by it.

— You know that's not what I mean. — She raised an eyebrow. — I'm waiting for you to tell me something.

— Like what? — asked the man.

— You know well — she said with a smile. — That you're sorry. That you love me. That you want me to stay because you care — she concluded.

The wind gently moved her dress. She stood on a hill among the lilies of the valley, the constellations reflected in her eyes. He could have sworn that he had never wanted anything more in his life than for them to stay like this until the end of time.

She was right. He knew it. And yet it was so difficult to express everything he wanted. How on earth did it come so easily to her?

— I am a monster. — That was all he could manage to say.

Black feathers appeared for a moment and then disappeared. He hated this monster. A big, heavy bird. The perfect and deadly weapon. Sent to the front to fight the enemy. There were also people on the other side of the barricade. Ordinary civilians, wanting to survive like him. Soldiers who had families they wanted to return to. Even if he didn't kill them, he contributed to it. If he didn't fight, he was a coward. If he fought, he was almost a murderer.

One day he will overdo it. He will use up too much magic. And then he will remain in this hideous form forever. Until the end of his days.

— That's true, but it doesn't mean I look at you differently. I already know that.

— I meant monster in the second sense too. I'm a terrible teacher for Markl. I'm setting a bad example for him. And I can't take care of my own castle. Since you've been gone, everything has been in ruins. — He took a deep breath. — And I used a woman today to forget about you.

— I was there. — It shocked him. — Why did you push her away? — [Reader] asked.

She had to use seven-mile boots. There was no other way she could have made it back to the castle before him. She took the prototype a long time ago and he hasn't seen them since. He didn't think they would last this long. And he certainly didn't expect her to take them on a trip.

— Because she wasn't you. I only love you and no one will ever replace you. Even if I didn't realize it. — Howl locked eyes with her for the first time that evening.

He could finally look her in the eyes without a trace of shame. That's what it was. The feeling he had found so difficult to name all this time. Even if he felt love, he didn't want to admit it. He also let go of his guilt. The ballast accumulated over such a long time disappeared as if by magic.

She stared at him expectantly. He knew she was waiting for the last words. She wouldn't be herself if she didn't want to see it through to the end and have her own way.

— I wish you would stay. — The man gave up. — I will change. I promise.

He placed his forehead against hers. She smelled like all the lilies of the valley around them. He stroked her hand and kissed it. He felt like he didn't deserve more yet. He'll work for it. He will make amends. He will become a better person. And then he will be worthy enough.

— Then I guess I have no choice. You're stuck with me. — Her laughter echoed throughout the starry garden.

Howl grabbed the place where the heart should be. He couldn't feel his pulse under his shirt. After all, many years ago, he gave up everything he was. And yet he lived.

This time he didn't need Calcifer to know what was inside him. He was still human. Looking at [Reader], he was sure of it.

[stinkyvespepepe]

Hello nobody tis i again

THATS RIGHT ANOTHER VOLTRON AU!!

This time it’s platonic klance and romantic adashi. Keith is Shiro’s younger half brother and Lance is Adams younger sister (I think that makes P!klance co-siblings in law according to google).The two are actually the ones that end up setting up Adam and Shiro

So basically Lance is a bisexual girl named Liane in this AU and Keith is either a gay guy or maybe aroace? (if he’s gay ill do jaith)

If I do decide to write/draw anything for this it’ll just be platonic!klance being little shits and fucking with their older siblings.But also Liane is part altean and Keith is half galra still so together they end up unlocking those parts of themselves together

SCENE KID LIANE AND EMO KEITH🔥🔥

MY NEXT AU’S WILL RED PALADIN LANCE RETURNING FROM SPACE LIKE IN SEASON 7 AND MFE PILOT KEITH WHO ALREADY HAD A CRUSH BEING LIKE “HOLY HOT HELL HES SO FUCKING HOT”

and also the MFE pilots (James Griffin, Ina Leifsdottir, Nadia Rizavi, and Ryan Kinkade) + Adam as paladins of voltron and the og paladins being aliens they meet along the way

[sockdooe]

I HAVE EXPLODED WITH SHANCE

it feels good to draw again :,))

[holysheithyall]

i am plagued with thoughts about wlw k/allura… theyre so…

[v-tired-queer]

A bit of a Barbie: Princess and the Pauper Sheith AU (and by that I mean loosely based on all because I was rocking out to Free from the soundtrack) where Shiro is a princess getting married to man who she doesn't even know all for the sake of her kingdom and Keith is an indentured servant to a high-end seamstress and the two fall in love when Keith is working on her wedding dress but oh no! Princess Shiro gets kidnapped! And now Keith has to team up with strangers who all are close to Shiro from working in the palace to find out where she is and rescue her all while the royal family is trying to save face with King Adam, Shiro's betrothed, but then Adam falls in love with Sir Curtis, Shiro's royal adviser, instead. Queen Allura and her own royal advisor, Lord Coran, are simply visiting to snack on popcorn and watch the drama

[xjulixred45x]

¿Tomás peticiones de voltron? Porque pensé en una idea super tierna de los paladines(con lotor y allura) con un lector que básicamente es como yui komori, realmente me parece una idea super tierna y reconfortante💞

Holi! Si, Voltron sinceramente me encanta, aunque el final es una mierda😅se tenía que decir y se dijo. Tuve que hacerlo medio corto por muchos personajes.

Los Paladines (+Lotor y Allura) x Komori!Reader.

Lector: femenino

Género: Headcanons

Advertencias: nada preocupante. Fluff.

Shiro

Y bien te conoce está como "PROTEGER A TODA COSTA"

lo más probable es que te hayan salvado de algun grupo de imbéciles personas con malas intenciones. Por lo que Shiro es un buen escucha después de eso. te quedas con ellos porque bueno, no hay mucha opción.

Limpiando un poco el castillo, cocinando con Hunk, asegurarse de que todos estén bien alimentados y felices, te vuelves prácticamente una mamá espacial.

Y Shiro es el padre espacial.

No es muy goloso pero se comerá todo lo que tú cocines.

Trata de ayudarte a alcanzar las cosas de los estantes altos. Si bien le resulta lindo, el mismo bajara las cosas de los alaqueles altos para evitar futuros accidentes.

Yui mide como un 1.58 y Shiro más o menos 1.80, LOS ABRAZOS SERIAN FANTASTICOS.

Es de por lejos el más gentil de todos. Entiende que tener esa actitud todo el tiempo puede ser un gran desgaste mental, por lo que si necesitas un descanso o ser quien cuiden un rato. Cuenta con el.

Diciendo como aprecia como levantas la moral del grupo a tu manera🥹.

Es demaciado lindo, no puedo-

Keith

Es el más difícil de por lejos, pero no imposibles (más con tu actitud).

Al principio te vio más como una víctima, una pobre alma en cierta forma. No esperaba que después fueras tan...vivaz.

Ver cómo pese a todo seguiste siendo feliz, animando a todos-ANIMANDOLO, cuidarlo, preocuparte por todos...

Hizo que te viera más como un superviviente que como una víctima.

Lo hizo respetarte por manejar la situación así. A la par que empezó a mostrar más interés, en cierta forma.

De forma similar a Shiro, muestra su aprecio a ti por los actos de servicio. No solo ayudando con las cosas pesadas, sino también siendo el primer en saltar delante tuyo si hay un ataque en el castillo.

De nuevo, no es goloso, pero si le pides que pruebe algo para la cena, pretenderá que lo hace de mala gana si aja.

Cuando pasen a una especie de relacion, no cambia mucho, excepto que es más abierto y la protección se dispara.

Si Keith se enoja con algo o alguien(cofcofLANCEcofcof) irá directamente a ti para desahogarse, esto aplica especialmente cuando se vuelve el piloto del león negro. Quiere saber si lo que dice es válido o si se está dejando llevar.

Eres de por lejos la persona en la que más confía en la nave(junto a Shiro).

Lance

El que cae más rápido, y cae FUERTE.

Deja bastante en claro cuando quiere algo contigo, pero no de la misma forma que cuando coquete casualmente con alguien. Son como preguntas un poco más personales, sabes si puede tener algo contigo.

Lance extraña mucho la vida en la tierra, es un hecho, por lo que el que quieras cuidar de el, escuchar su problemas y asegurarle que no es la "séptima rueda" del grupo significa MUCHO para el.

También el cómo no invalidas sus preocupaciones y lo contrastas con hechos reales y positivos sobre el, no tiene que ser el payaso del grupo para poder hablar contigo.

Es probablemente el porque se enamoró tan rápido.

Caballeroso ASF, abrir las puertas, ceder el asiento, ayudar con cosas pesadas que apenas puede cargar,etc.

También hay un poco de inseguridad al respecto de salir contigo, le comen las dudas de si es Realmente suficiente para ti, comparándose con los otros paladines del grupo. Aunque tú lo callas de inmediato porque sabes que lo es cierto.

Mimoso! Muchos abrazos y besitos en los cachetes. Especialmente si hiciste algo como cocinarle a TODO el grupo o si solo pusiste un límite sano entre ayudar a todos y ayudarte a ti misma.

Definitivamente te quiere presentar a su familia(más si no tienes una propia) !te asegura que te recibirán y te querrán tanto como el a ti!

DEMACIADO LINDO NO PUEDOOO-

Hunk

! compañeros de cocina!

Ambos pueden pasar horas y horas intercambiando recetas, contando historias de la cocina, experiencias, etc y cunca aburrirse.

Tienen algo así como un sistema para poder hacer las comidas ente los dos para no sobrecargar al otro con trabajo. ej, tu los postres, el la cena, tu la cena, el los postres, miti miti,etc.

Prueban la comida uno del otro 🥺

Hunk es concidera do también como el que más levanta la moral en cierta forma, por lo que bajo ninguna circunstancia dejará que tú te sientas mal o inferior a ellos solo por no ser un paladin !ayudas de muchas otras formas!

Es el mejor hombro para llorar si las cosas se ponen demaciado tensas o si solo no puedes mantener feliz por una vez, está bien.

de forma similar a Lance, quiere presentarte a su familia, sus padres más que nada, sabe que los niños naturalmente te quieren, pero es muy IMPORTANTE que sus padres te aprueben.

Sobra decir, lo tienes alrededor de tu dedo ;).

Pidge(romántico/platónico)

Está acostumbrada a ser de quién el grupo se preocupe más al ser la más joven, por lo que te unas es un respiro de aire fresco.

No la malinterpretes, los Paladines la respetan, pero no de la misma manera que como TU la respetas. Sigues viéndola como una niña, pero también reconoces su mente brillante y confias en ella para protegerte.

Estás muy pendiente de ella, ya sea para que se bañe, se acuerde de comer, dormir tiempo suficiente, etc. Le recuerdas mucho a una madre gallina.

Puede que al principio parece molesta por esto, pero en realidad es porque le recuerdas a su propia madre, lo que le genera nostalgia y algo de tristeza.

Pero rápidamente lo súpera porque SABE que lo haces con los mejores interés en mente.

Ama tu comida, realmente la ama, más si sabe a mani.

Si se mete en problemas con Lance o cualquiera de los Paladines, va y se esconde detrás de ti, como un niño pequeño con sonrisa diabólica.

Maldita gremlin.

Allura

Noches de chicas Noches de chicasNoches de chicasNoches de chicasNoches de chicas-

Se hacen amigas muy rapido! Ella se lleva muy bien con los paladines, si, pero contigo es un nivel muy nuevo.

Dudo que Allura alguna vez se haya sentido atraída por una mujer, por lo que cuando empieza a verte de otra manera, no sabe que hacer o si actuar "normal"

Probablemente incluso vaya con los otros paladines para pedir un consejo porque lance y Koran no ayudan mucho.

Creo que es la que más trata de esconder este enamoramiento, más por querer dar la imagen de una líder segura y decidida, quiere tomar el valor suficiente para poder decirlo.

Y cuando lo dice igualmente se pone nerviosa y algo torpe. Pero de forma adorable.

PROTECC no dudará en usar la fuerza bruta si te pones en peligro.

Protectora, incluso peor que Keith.

Tardes de cuidado de pelo con los ratones espaciales(en serio MIREN SU HERMOSO PELO).

Lotor

Seamos honestos, probablemente lo conociste cuando fue prisionero de los paladines y te tenía cierto grado de recon al principio.

Pero después empezaste a preocuparte por el(talvez porque te recordó a ti misma cuando fuiste salvada por los paladines) y no podías dejarlo así.

Así que, por el bien de sus salud mental y tú tranquilidad, te aseguraste que estuviera...cómodo en cierta forma.

Los Paladines+ Allura OBVIAMENTE no querían que los hicieras, pero poco pudieron hacer para detenerte.

Le trajiste comida, Agua, cosas para entretenerse, mantas por si hacia frío,trataste de hacer charla,etc.

Al principio simplemente pensó que era por pura lastima, por lo que lo rechazó las primeras veces.

Pero se dió cuenta bastante rápido que más bien era...empatía. te sentías identificada con el. Por lo que no fue tan borde contigo y empezó a apreciar eso, lo trataste como un ser vivo indiferentemente de su raza. El gusto.

Cuando le dejan andar por el castillo de leones lo más probable es que te agradezca por el buen trato en comparación a como lo veían los paladines.

Trata de "agradecerlo" de otras formas, principalmente ayudándote cuando los demás paladines no estén o no pueda encargarse, aprender un poco más de la cultura humana, y en general hablando de forma mas general para pasar el tiempo.

Si Allura y Keith era malos con la sobreporteccion, Lotor es eso elevado al cuadrado. Ahora que te aprecia, no hay escapatoria del afecto.

Aparte, Lotor es ALTO, incluso las que Shiro, fácilmente podría tirarte por encima de su hombro y nisiquiera sudar.

Simplemente no puede evitar encontrar a tu ser humano demaciado ADORABLE.

Perdón no se me ocurrió mucho más para esta parte :')

[intothegenshinworld]

There have been moments in my life that have learned to take inspiration. I want to give my work for evaluation.

The helpers of Divine One|[Yes, it was actually written in haste, and for the Russian part of the fandom]

You can appreciate this TRASH that I wrote for fun. Actually, I want to make for my readers on the Russian/Kazakh part of the fandom not a big gift as a full-fledged Sagau fanfic, but an advertisement for you as for your wonderful work, in the English fandom. So I want you to appreciate me.

Gender: male\female reader

P.s. Y/n/reader here is the archangel of Life and Death.

“Open your eyes, you are in clinical death. A place where I can connect with people, gods and beings that are not immortal like my Creator. My Creator, Great Creator, patron of Teyvat. Not respect for her/him is punished by all of us.”

A tall figure appeared in front of the man, her/his 4 huge wings that were of two colors - white and black, just wanted to feel them.

“Life and Death are opposites, they have always been. Me and my late brother, the former archangel of Life that I am now, always told me:

"The Creator is the wisest of all. No one can compare with her/him and her/his strength."

I am the former archangel of Death, the current archangel of Death and Life, the defender of the honor of her / his Lordship, who bears the name Azrael but in the language of mortals I am - Y/n.

The archangel took one last look at the impostor. Her/his true self began to emerge as a human being, a complete black figure, his yellow eyes with an animal pupil looked into the human soul. On top was a black robe, an eerie, mocking smile on his face, and a huge scythe in his hands. The man / woman looked at him for the last time, and after that the impostor let out a heart-rending cry for the whole contract city. Prior to this, several other archangels had done this in other regions.

The archons looked at this with obvious indifference, and when, nevertheless, the impostor died and the archangel himself took his soul, they gave him a respectful / kind look. 

“Someday a small flame of faith will descend, and the moon itself will follow it, and the stars will descend behind the moon.”

The archangel returned to his cover, to his home, a place where no one would disturb him. 

The crowd of people, the archons looked at the dead body with suffocating indifference and disgust. 

Azrael left behind an aura of submissiveness to her/him it was not difficult. After all, he / she exists as long as it has passed since creation.

Then the creator himself smiled at her/him and her/his brother, the 12th and 13th archangels. He/she remembered this, and in her abode she/he only dutifully waited for the return of her/his creator. The brother will return for the creator. 

“Someday you will also get out of here, my friends, you are archangels, you know that we will not have to wait long, because the time for a large half of imprisonment has already passed. Fire will come, followed by its creator."

People and archons began to make offerings to the Archangel, but he only keeps silent about it. Someday the one who truly deserves it will return. She/he knows this and will accept anything. Because loyalty to her/his creator is as strong as love to one's dead brother.

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If I touched on the topic of gender, I apologize. The fact is that when I wrote on the wattpad, my book has chapters with both a woman and a man. No gender neutral. Yes, and I'm not used to writing this.

Your anon Kazakh(＾∇＾)ﾉ♪

Psst. I will participate in the play, dance with the guys that are older than me. 

"Actually, I want to make for my readers on the Russian/Kazakh part of the fandom not a big gift as a full-fledged Sagau fanfic, but an advertisement for you as for your wonderful work, in the English fandom. So I want you to appreciate me."

I really do appreciate you Kazakh anon but I'm taking this moment to remind everyone to

DO NOT TRANSLATE/ COPY/ TAKE HEAVY INSPIRATION FROM MY WORKS

If you're giving me a shout-out, I really appreciate that! <3 but please do not translate my works. I work hard on my fics/series and it'd be sad if they got posted elsewhere without my consent :(

Now that I reminded everyone I can fully appreciate your work! (thank you for sharing your writing with me!! :D)

I REALLY like the idea of Creator reader being the archangel of life and death. It's a perfect balance, yin/yang - black/white. The four wings, two black and two white were also an amazing addition to this!! I really enjoyed that :DD

Is the reader the Creator in this universe? They talk as if the Creator is someone else, so lmk if I got that right or wrong!

I do like the idea of Creator reader having angels by their side. Esp if it's a version of the Seven Sovereigns/The Seven! Venti is kind of like an angel. right?

Thanks again for sharing your story! It was really intresting to read, I've never seen SAGAU like this before and I wonder where the characters would play a role in this :o

Note: How was the dance/play? Did you have fun?

No need to feel awkward! Sharing your stories can be scary but I think every tale deserves to be told, and I really appreciate you sharing yours with me!! :D

[unamokkeecuatoriana]

No se dibujar a Shiro asi que ni modo se quedo calvo y sin lentes

[foolinafable]

It's for the best .ೃ࿐

Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader Synopsis: locked in a cell, the white paladin remembers her happier times and hopes that she can make it back to a certain black paladin. Word count: 3.7K Tags: slight angst, flashbacks, mentions of torture but not graphic, set tentatively around season 4 Notes: Apparently, vld is having a resurgence so send in some requests!

You knew it was for the best. Sat cross-legged in the confines of your cell with a small smile on your lips, contented, knowing that you have done everything you could, that this wasn't in vain- rather it was what was supposed to happen. For the betterment of the entire universe, sometimes sacrifices need to be made. You remember telling Keith something similar during one of his many brooding moments. Now wishing that you could remember which conversation it was or maybe just that you had paid more attention to your time together, especially now you didn’t think you would ever see the boy with the mullet again. 

You were sat next to Hunk, the pair of you looking up giddily at Takashi Shirogane, the famed astro explorer. He was speaking to the class about his recent accomplishment as he had just broken the record for the fastest orbital velocity. Everyone had tried the flight simulator and despite not being able to get passed level 3- like the rest of the class you were still excited by the prospect of meeting the youngest pilot to ever lead a mission in space. Even more happy that you had done better than James Griffin in the simulator- as he never stopped going on about his good grades and how much better he is. So to wipe that smirk off his face made it all worth it. As you and Hunk were fangirling in the corner you heard Griffins whining causing your attention to go back to the simulator, where apparently one more person was having a go. The pair of you walked towards the commotion as the annoyed brunette sounded out “No way! Keith made it past level five?! Thing's got to be broken.” That was the first moment you saw him, well properly at least. The young boy with a mullet and a ‘disciplinary issue’ if you were to listen to what your teachers told you. He walked away from the training simulator with a grin on his face and you couldn’t help but smile too. Especially when he looked your way as he walked off. 

‘He doesn't even know you're gone’ you muse to yourself, and it’s true. The last you had heard from him was on the other side of a screen during a planning meeting with the Blade surrounded by your teammates, who similarly had yet to know the fate of the white paladin of Voltron. They would soon realise when you don't return through the wormhole and when they find your lion broken and alone. But then it will already be too late, as the galaran ship that held you prisoner was already galaxies away taking you towards inevitable doom. You think you're pathetic, as you are already giving up but what else can you do, your weapon is gone, lion missing,  and you are locked in a cell with only your body inside of it with nobody even knowing where you are- not even you. Worry roots deeply inside of yourself as you think of your friends, a lump in your throat growing at the thought of them discovering that you're gone- they have all lost enough already. You’re sure Lance would try to be enthusiastic, claiming that they found Shiro so they could find you. Still, even he would know the saddening truth that the galarans won’t make the same mistake twice as he tries to hide his tears from Pidge who would be clinging to Hunk, begging him to tell her it’s not true- she only just got her brother back and now she has lost her sister- blood related or not. You knew it would destroy the team if you couldn’t get back to them and what worries you is that you're struggling to see a way that you can.

It was nerve-wracking, waiting to find out who Iverson and the rest of the teachers decided to team you up with for the simulators. It was a big deal, as this was going to be your team for the rest of your time in the Garrison. Last year you couldn’t wait for this moment, but maybe that was because you were certain that the boy with the mullet would be by your side as you were as Shiro put it “the only person that can put up with him” but he left, dropped out without so much of a goodbye, and you could understand, the loss of Shiro, Matt and Sam was difficult for everyone but nobody took it worse than Keith and you suppose it made sense as Shiro was all the boy had. You shook the thoughts of him out of your mind when Iverson finally came into the room, twiddling the rings on your rings on your fingers as you stood near Hunk who looked ghostly pale and going on queasy as you both prayed that the older man would do you both a solid and put you two together. You listened as he called names into groups, feeling somewhat better when Griffin was put in a group that didn't include you. Then your name was called and you were told to stand next to a tall Cuban boy wearing blue, you smiled as you walked up to him and he smiled back seemingly just as nervous as you were, then a smaller boy with round glass and a green jumper joined the group, your eyes squinting when looking at him, almost as if you had seen him before but you couldn’t place where. But before you could question it Hunk's name fell out of Iverson’s lips, you looked up in alarm as you saw Hunk coming towards your group, shocked that your prayers had been answered. The fear that was eating away at you was dulled slightly as he came to stand next to you. Sure it wasn’t the team that you wanted but maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Being in space has always made your internal clock question how long has passed, but it seems to be worse when alone in this cell. You believe it has been a few days based on the number of trays of food delivered to your cell, the only interaction with another you’ve had this whole time. At least you think, as you find yourself waking up exhausted with pains and aches all over your body, but you have no memory of doing anything or even anyone coming into your cell in the first place. You thought you would've been face to face with Zarkon or his witch by now, but as time passes, you struggle to believe that would happen at all, which causes a pit to develop in your stomach as the unknown of your future begins to dawn on you.

You can still hear the conforming hum of your lion in the back of your head, trying to reassure you that all is well but as the days pass by you begin to believe it less and less simply repeating to yourself that it was for the best.

“Things could’ve been a lot worse” you theorised. Sat with Pidge in this trash heap with your lions completely shut down. At least you were together and there were (up to now) no enemies trying to kill you both. To be honest, you wouldn’t want to be stuck here with anyone else. After Pidge finally revealed to everyone that she was in fact a girl, something you had figured out back in your garrison days, not long after you had become a team and saw the photo of her and Matt taken prior to the Kerberos mission, but you only knew because he had shown it to you first, during one of his many tutoring sessions with you. You liked to think that while Shiro was Keith’s mentor, Matt was yours. A sentiment he very much enjoyed, so much that Pidge later told you that she had already known who you were when she met you. A fact that made your heart swell. Your friendship with Matt was one of the many reasons that Pidge thought of you like a sister and the main reason you looked after her so much- you wanted to look after her for him while he couldn’t and while this mindset got you into many arguments with Keith over putting her safety over your own you wouldn’t change a thing because you knew it was the right thing to do (Also Keith couldn’t really say anything as he constantly put himself in harms way for everyone on the team.) You couldn’t help but feel protective over her as she was the youngest out of your ragtag bunch and was annoyingly the only one you could baby as you were the second youngest of the group as Lance loved to remind you. While being here with Pidge definitely made you feel a little better, you couldn’t help but be relentlessly worried for the rest of the group, as they always found some way to get into trouble- especially Lance and Keith. It was like trouble sought them out, always getting into some sort of issue whether it be with aliens or with each other. So you couldn’t help but double over in laughter when Pidge using her junk-made paladins started an argument between the fake Lance and Keith.  Eventually, you both decided that you had waited around for help long enough and decided to try and find your own way back to the castle. Pidge made you gather together materials to make a home beacon signal in hopes that it could reach the castles of lions to allow them to find you two. No surprise to you Pidge’s brilliance worked its magic as the castle of lions appeared in the sky from a wormhole, the pair of you hugged each other happy knowing that you weren’t going to grow old on a trash pile as you had both dramatically claimed. You two were more than ready to return to the fight against Zarkon to save the universe and hopefully, find Pidge’s family.      

You dream of him, black hair, violet eyes and his grumpy temperament clouding your thoughts as you try to rest. But, when you wake cold and alone in that dark cell you are reminded of the present and how you need to try and stop yourself from dreaming of the past.

Thought it was “just goodbye for now” you bitterly mumbled as you awoke from another dream of him. This time the memory sticks with you- of the goodbye you shared as he left to find himself with the blades, those were the words he uttered to you as you blanketed him in your embrace. That it was temporary, that you two would come back together again and you remember how you smiled through your sadness nodding at his words, believing him truthfully- as you always did. But you are now struggling to believe it anymore and you don't know if you are more mad at him for uttering those words or yourself for trusting them to be true. Up to now, all attempts to contact your lion have failed miserably but you can still hear your lion if you concentrate enough- as though you two are connected to the same string and you pray that it never snaps, clinging onto it like a lifeline.

You were buzzing, tapping your hands against your legs as you bounced on the balls of your feet, waiting for Pidges Lion in the cockpit while the rest of the team looked at you, amused. Lance, clearly feeding off your joyous attitude, ruffled the hair on your head, messing it up slightly. You turned to the boy, pouting as he withdrew his hands, using your own to try to flatten whatever mess he had made as he giggled at your reaction. A smile quickly returned to your face when Pidge stepped out of her lion with a familiar boy following behind her, you ran towards the pair, wrapping your arms around Matt’s shoulders in welcome, your smile only increasing when he hugged back with just as much gusto, you could hear Lance muttering something about someone being jealous if they were here to Hunk and Shiro but you weren’t paying close enough attention to anything he said, instead, you were very happy that the man who you would call a brother was really okay and just like Shiro had survived the Kerberos mission. When the family reunion had ended Pidge introduced Matt to the rest of the group, except for Keith as he was yet again away on some mission with the Blades. You watched amused as Matt’s eyes landed on Allura and something similar to what you see in a romcom played out as he screamed “You are so beautiful!” you struggled to keep the giggles to yourself as you saw Coran turn red in anger, clearly seeing this as an inappropriate way to talk to the princess and finding humour in Lance’s clear jealousy as Hunk made the boy walk away from the group. You decided to do something similar telling Pidge to give Matt a tour of the castle ship as you walked away with Coran and Allura, pulling both the alteans away with your hands.

Calming down an angry altean was albeit harder than you expected, especially when Allura was of no help at all as she was just laughing at how worked up the older man had become, but you understood it was because he felt so protective over her especially since there was no Alfor to help him and she was like Coran’s little girl so nobody would ever be good enough, you whispered just as much to him as Allura was talking to her mice and that seemed to make him less annoyed, knowing that somebody else understood him. It wasn’t until later when gossiping with Allura about your lives before all this, that she mentioned that it wasn’t just Matt’s interaction with her that annoyed Coran but also his interaction with you, claiming that he always got annoyed when others in his eyes tried to “flirt” with you, her or Pidge. However, she quickly noted that he never got annoyed or got Lance and Hunk to intimidate Keith like he did anyone else when it comes to you a comment made your cheeks burn.   

You startle awake to the sound of your cell door being opened, eyes darting towards the light, confused when the door continues to open, eyes squinting from the light now surrounding you for the first time in weeks as you try to identify the body in front of you when a voice gasped out and a familiar voice spoke your name. All worry evaporated from your body as Matt Holt wrapped you in a hug and you knew for the first time in weeks that everything would be okay and that maybe Keith was right- it was just goodbye for now.

You now sat in the control room of the ship you had been captured in surrounded by freedom fighters. After hearing over hacked intercoms about it carrying ‘precious cargo’ for the emperor, they had infiltrated and taken control of the ship.

“And that was me was it?” you mused looking towards the Holt boy to which he cracked a smile sending you a simple nod in response. You had changed into your white and silver spacesuit and your bayard had been retrieved for you. Now more than ready to return home to the castle of lions, to the paladins and to him. 

The first thing you saw, unsurprisingly, as the ship came out of the wormhole was your lion, growling in happiness, bounding towards her paladin only stopping when she was at the front of the ship, eyes locked onto you. You smiled gleefully at your lion feeling your connection stronger than ever, as though the string that attached the you two was unwavering, unbreakable. As soon as the ship reached the castle of lions you were enveloped in the paladin’s embrace, you would’ve fallen over when Pidge launched herself into your arms, legs wrapped around your middle like a koala,  if weren’t for Lance keeping you balanced by surrounding you in a hug from behind. Hunk joined the misfit group of cadets finishing off the group hug similar to how they used to in the Garrison when they, for once, completed the training simulator much to Iverson’s shock. Thoughts of worry could be seen swimming through Shiro’s eyes as you caught them when looking up, he nodded at you, the tension flinging off him like water down a hill as you turned back to your family holding Pidge and Lance by the backs of their heads, smiling and reassuring them that this was real, that you were real as tears dropped from the twos eyes. You could feel Hunk’s laboured breaths, clearly trying to stay strong for the group as the rest were blubbering messes. Walking away from your embrace and towards the freedom fighters with Shiro shaking hands and thanking them for getting you back to them as the trio dropped towards the floor, holding onto each other like it was the last time. 

It was only later when you had changed into your everyday wear, speaking with Allura and Coran holding both of their hands, stroking them gently that the paladins noticed the new scars decorating your arms and some scorch marks adjourned your neck along with bruising that you wouldn’t comment on. Or rather that you couldn’t as you claimed to not remember anything except for the dark room you were kept in and then Matt saving you. Another change was your hair, which had a white streak in it, you simply chuckled at the development turning to Shiro claiming "We match now" causing everyone to laugh and they supposed it fit you well - “As she is the white paladin” Lance claimed.

It was only when Coran transferred your memories temporarily into a crystal that they all saw what you endured on the ship, you were beaten and tortured for answers, electrocuted, burned for sport and tested on by some druids. At that point, they stopped watching as Shiro was looking rather green, probably from remembering his own time with those vile creatures. But you mused that you were lucky as you still had all your limbs and according to Coran who looked at your scan results from the healing pod whatever they were trying on you didn’t work as you were the same as you were before, “except for a few scars and a new hair colour that is” He pondered twiddling his moustache. And he was right of course you didn’t feel any different, maybe a bit more anxious at night and a few more nightmares but who could blame you after being trapped in a dark room for weeks. Of course, the memory loss was slightly concerning but they all believed it to be a coping mechanism to keep you sane and you were glad that you could only properly remember the dark room, that it was all that really haunted you at night and that those things you saw on the screen projected from your mind didn’t and you hoped it stayed that way.

The entire universe that was apart of the coalition let out a sigh of relief when it was revealed by Allura on comms to the members of the alliance that the white paladin of Voltron had been found and returned mostly unharmed.  However, nobody’s relief could be felt greater than that of Keith Kogane who had been fighting with Kolivan for weeks when they received the information of your disappearance and probable capture, he remembers the way his legs nearly gave out from under him when during a meeting with Allura the altean claimed that Voltron couldn’t come to the rescue this time as they were missing a paladin- missing you. He Surprisingly didn’t even need to sneak out on a blade ship to try and find the castle of lions to see if it was true, rather Kolivan who was probably fed up with his moping simply turned to the boy and gave him ship and co-ordinates simply asking him to back in time for the next meeting. The older Galaran didn’t think he'd see the boy move so fast, mumbling annoyed about how much more work would get done if he did. 

You didn’t hear him on comms asking for Coran to allow him into the cockpit, too busy in the training deck with Shiro and Allura showing them that despite being out of action for a few weeks you were ready to get back out there because as you told them “the galra don’t wait for anyone” and that “this revolution wasn’t going to fight itself.” You didn’t even hear your teammates asking for you to come to the control room over comms, far too busy fighting the training dummies and your comms device left on the side. What you did notice was when you were lifted from behind, a pair of pale arms grabbing you by the waist causing a gasp to erupt from your throat, You spun around ready to attack until your eyes met his, and then your sword dropped to the floor as Keith held you in his arms, staring intensely at you as if you would disappear if he dared to look away for even a second. You quickly returned the embrace, arms circling his back as you threw your head onto his chest, almost unbelieving that he was there, his arms moved, crowding around your head pulling you impossibly closer to his body as he noticed the white strand of hair, his fingers pressed against it confused as he rested his nose atop your head, breathing you in, reminding himself that this was in fact, real and not just one of his sick dreams he has been having since finding out you were gone. 

Being held in his arms made everything real, and you thought that if you had to through everything all over again just to have this moment, in his arms, you would. It was all be for the best if you ended up in his arms at the end of it all.

[babyouran]

The Grade School Host is the Naughty Type! - a young boy joins the host club in hopes of learning from the masters to impress a special lady. yet they aren’t ready for all the effort it takes to train such a rowdy young man.

pairing - fem! reader x host club

apart of - ouran add-in

The theme for this special day was Arabian as their clothes were flowing in gorgeous colors with prized possessions, in gold, filtered about the room. When the boy in a green uniform finally opened the door, he was shocked at what he was witnessing, the image seeming like something not from their country but a foreign one. He tripped over himself and stared up at the members in astonishment. 

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club," The club announced, all seated by each other with ripe, delicious fruits peeked in between and extravagant furniture. 

"Oh it's just a kid," Hikaru noticed.

"Not only that, it's just a boy," Kaoru added, clearly the two disappointed. 

"What's wrong little boy? Did you come to my palace in search of something?" Tamaki stuck out his hand with a golden ring and red gem resting in his palm.

"Uh, are you the king of this place?" The boy wondered, standing up from the ground.

"Come closer, lost one," Tamaki motioned for him to come over. "What was it you just called me?"

"The king."

"Ah, the King! Yes, I'm the king of the Ouran Host Club! Long live the host king."

"Oh no," Y/n whispered, looking at Tamaki who practically had stars in his eyes. He was standing up from his throne proudly, standing tall to pretend as if he were on a balcony surveying his kingdom. 

"I'm an elementary fifth year, Takaoji Shiro," He introduced. "I want the Host Club King to take me on as an apprentice!"

Due to a successful flattering, soon enough the elementary school student was taken on as a co-host and offered the opportunity to watch Tamaki in action. 

"Oh my, Tamaki, you have an apprentice?" A black-haired female wondered, sitting beside him.

"Yes, he's still in elementary school but I like the fire in his eyes.”

"But are you sure it's okay for such a young boy to become a host?"

"Why wouldn't it be? Love has nothing to do with age," Tamaki spoke, gently caressing her chin. "Take us for instance, whenever I look at you my heart starts pounding. Suddenly I feel no different than a lovesick little boy."

"Oh-oh Tamaki," The girl stuttered.

"Isn't it a little strange how Shiro-kun is just watching?" Y/n wondered, turning towards Haruhi and Kyoya who were also witnessing the whole scene go down. Shiro was in between Tamaki and his guest, face a little too close up to where Tamaki was touching her face. 

"There is a theory that people are considered more beautiful the closer they are viewed. Tamaki seems to live by that theory," Kyoya told them. Y/n nodded in understanding and walked up closer to Kyoya. She put her face near his, their noses almost touching, before pulling away and sitting back down beside Haruhi. 

He felt his cheeks warm up, "Well, ahem, let's leave them alone," He muttered, moving further away from where Y/n was now sitting.

"You naughty girl, you've drawn me to the forbidden fruit. Dearest you're the mermaid who's brought light into my lonely sea. My mermaid princess," Tamaki flirted.

"I remind you of a mermaid?" The girl asked.

"You look more like the carp that swims in my pond at home," The younger boy insulted. "I'd never give false compliments like that!"

"Carp?"

"Don't listen to him, he's just a kid, you know how kids are. They can't help but be honest," Tamaki tried to reassure her.

"Honest?"

"But that's just his opinion! I wouldn't say you look like a carp, and even if you did look like a carp you'd be the most beautiful carp of them all!" Tamaki spoke frantically.

"So I am a carp!"

"Uh, no that-that's not what I meant," Tamaki stuttered.

"Tamaki you're an idiot!" She cried, running out of the room embarrassed and ashamed.

"No wait! Mermaid princess!"

"Man, what a crybaby," Shiro commented, crossing his legs and arms in disappointment. 

"So how's it going boss, that's an adorable little apprentice you've got there," Hikaru laughed.

"Hikaru, do you wish you had a little brother like Shiro?" Kaoru questioned.

"Don't be silly, I could search the globe and I'd never find a better brother than you, Kaoru," Hikaru expressed, taking his brother into his arms for a tight hug.

"Uh, Hikaru."

"Look! They're doing it! It's forbidden brotherly love," Two girls cooed.

"They're homos! And they're brothers! That makes this totally insectuous!" The boy yelled.

"I think what you mean to say was incestuous," Tamaki corrected.

"Hey Shiro-chan! Want to have a piece of cake with me?" Honey wondered, jumping onto the younger boy's back. "We've got three kinds, chocolate, strawberry, and lime."

"Hey! Back off, what grade are you in any way?” Shiro shook his back in an attempt to get Honey off of him. “Why are you wearing a High school uniform?" Shiro asked staring at Honey with a disgusted face. In response, Honey's eyes started to bubble with tears.

"Something is wrong? Mitsukuni?" Mori queried.

"Honey-senpai, are you alright?" Y/n questioned, walking over to the boy. "I'd love to have cake with you, we can talk while you eat," Y/n nodded, letting the boy grab her hand.

"That's not fair! A little kid like you isn't supposed to have a cool older friend and a hot girl like her!" Shiro complained, walking backward in annoyance until he was stopped due to bumping into Haruhi.

"Are you alright? I know it's kinda hard to get used to all the weirdos around here, besides Y/n. She's very kind," Haruhi looked up at Y/n who was now showing a book to Mori. "It took me a while to get adjusted to all the craziness, so don't freak out. I'm sure you'll get used to it," She tried to reassure him.

"Do you need help with that tea, Haruhi-chan?" Y/n inquired, walking over and grabbing some of the cups.

"Bend down," The elementary boy gestured for Y/n to come down to his height. "What's with the mask?" He moved his hand to hover over her mouth, about to try and snatch the fabric to see what was underneath.

"Okay that's enough," Tamaki grabbed Shrio from the back of his jacket, pulling him away. "Shiro, why don't you take care of the tea set?"

"Y/n, you're looking very nice today," Hikaru commented, patting her head.

"Just give the set to the boy and let him do his training," Kaoru mentioned.

"Okay, just be careful, it's kind of heavy," Y/n told him, handing him the tray that Haruhi was once holding. Shiro quickly dropped it, the glass silverware and cups shattering all over the floor.

"It's not my fault I dropped it, it's her fault because she gave it to you, causing you to give it to me," Shiro said, pointing to Haruhi.

"Wait what?" Haruhi’s eyes went wide, shaking her head and raising her voice at the young boy's accusations.

"Excuse me?" Y/n asked, her opinion on the boy changing vastly. It was clear he was not a well-behaved child, speaking his mind in cases where he should be holding back. 

"That's another one hundred thousand yen Haruhi," Kyoya added.

"What?" She fumed.

"Have that mask girl do it, don't girls love doing that? I'm not here to carry tea sets, I'm here to learn how to make women happy!" He snarled. 

"Repeat that?" Y/n walked over by him, getting pulled back a bit by the twins.

"You won't get anywhere with that attitude. And I am not going to let you disrespect Y/n. So, put this brat in isolation!" Tamaki declared, pointing his finger at the boy.

"You got it, boss!" The twins popped up, fingers in the air, and soon enough a cage was lowered down, trapping Shrio.

"What's going on here?! Why'd you put me in a cage all of a sudden?!" Shiro thundered.

"I don't know if we can do this," Y/n muttered.

"Where did it come from? This is supposed to be a music room, right?" Haruhi's sweat dropped.

"This is no way to treat your loyal apprentice! Now let me out of this cage!" Shiro thudded on the bars. He tried to reach a hand through to reach something or someone, even though nothing was near his grip. 

"Not until you've learned your lesson," Tamaki told him, sipping some tea. "I made you my apprentice because I thought you were serious about becoming a host, but I guess I was wrong."

"I am serious. Totally serious," He argued, not jumping around in the cage as much as he once was.

"Are we going to let him out soon, if word gets out we keep people in cages, our family businesses will be in trouble," Y/n mentioned, looking around to see if anyone else would do something. With no one making the move she just sighed to herself and went over to the couch to read a novel. 

"I want you to teach me how to make a woman happy!" He exclaimed. "I'm going to run out of time. Please, won't you teach me? You're a host because you like girls, you like bringing a smile to a girl's face. That's why you do it, right? Please won't you teach me how to be like you?" Shiro begged. "You're a genius at it, you're the king!"

"Well, you may be a brat, but I admire your desire to become a host, so I'll teach you!" Tamaki decided. "You know Shiro, you and I are so much alike.”

"Here we go," Y/n looked up from her book to see the gleaming Tamaki, his pridefulness returned.

"Then you'll help me become a host that can make any woman happy?" Shiro grinned.

"Of course, making women happy is the sole purpose of being a host," Tamaki explained. "If this is what you really want Shiro, then you'll have to figure out how to use the material you already have.”

"What does that mean?"

"You see, here at the Ouran Host Club, our policy is to use our individual personality traits to meet the needs of our guests," Kyoya began. "For example, there's Tamaki, who is the princely type, strong silent type, boy lolita type, little devil type, cool type, and natural type," Kyoya showed, lastly pointing to Haruhi. "Now we are complete with Y/n, the special, caring type," He finished, the group now standing next to each other.

"Special, caring?" Y/n repeated

"It would seem that right now we have a perfect blend of characteristics, so it's going to be difficult to find a new type for Shiro," Kyoya confessed.

"If you go by his age, he should be the boy Lolita type."

"But Honey-senpai already has that covered," Kaoru told his brother.

"Is he going to replace me?" Honey worried.

"He's more like a tsundere type," Y/n mentioned, moving over by Haruhi.

"Oh, come on, is that all you got?" A voice wondered, soon motor noises were heard and Renge, once again, appeared from the ground.

"What's up with this place, it's supposed to be a music room," Haruhi voiced to Y/n, Y/n just shaking her head.

"Not all rich people's buildings are like this," Y/n commented. "Though at my house, we have a fish tank that comes out of the ground."

"Sorry to interrupt gentleman, but what's with the lackluster character analysis? I must say I'm quite disappointed, I thought I taught you better," She expressed.

"Alright Miss manager, how would you work Shiro into our collection of characters?" Tamaki queried. “He can't be the boy Lolita because Honey's already got that covered."

"You just don't get it, do you? Now listen up, there are plenty of girls out there who have a thing for younger boys or boys with baby faces," Renge told the group. "These girls would be considered Shota fans. Now, Shota can be a fairly broad category so it's important to know that the genre can be broken down into many different smaller sub-categories," She pointed.

"For example, shota fans with an interest in Lolita boys would favor a boy like Haninozuka-senpai," Renge told the boys, most of them listening carefully, Kyoya taking notes and Y/n peaking over to look at his notes. "But this little boy is different. If I had to pick a character for him... Yes! He'd be the naughty boy type without a doubt,"

"So tsundere?" Y/n voiced, looking at her friend who was currently trying to stifle a laugh.

"The naughty type?" Shiro repeated, someone blowing a whistle.

"Now to play up the naughty type, you should wear shorts," Renge bent down, noticing that he was wearing shorts, and she blew the whistle again. "You've got to have bumps and bruises, give him some scars!" She encouraged the twins who were putting bandages and drawing marks on Shiro.

"I don't think that Shiro needs to"

"Run like a spoiled child! Make it reckless!" Renge demanded. "Now I want you to trip and make it big!" Shiro ran and tripped on a rope, landing harshly. "Are you okay little boy? Now give them your catchphrase!"

"No big deal, it was nothing," He responded proudly.

"That was perfect! Absolutely perfect Shiro!" Renge beamed.

"That was outstanding," Tamaki clapped. "I never knew you were such a great coach, Renge."

"I've had enough of you people," Shiro yelled, gaining the attention of everyone. "This is so stupid, none of this is ever gonna help me make her happy.”

"Her?" Y/n pondered, watching the boy run away.

"Wait, Shiro! We haven't taught you how to apply the techniques you've learned yet," Tamaki called out to him.

"I swear younger boys are good for nothing. I went to all that trouble to coach him and he quits," Renge complained, disappearing back into the ground.

"I can't believe he ditched us just because he didn't like the lesson, what a selfish little brat," Tamaki ranted, clearly annoyed at losing his apprentice.

"I don't think he wanted us to assign him a personality. He had said 'she', he wants to impress a specific girl." Y/n tried to reason with the upset Tamaki. 

"Also, didn't you hear him mention that he was going to run out of time," Haruhi added. "What could that mean?"

Soon enough the club came up with a plan. They knew that the young boy needed some help and they were going to be the ones to do it, after all, he needed help impressing a girl and that was the club's specialty. Their genius plan was to send in Y/n and Honey as students at the elementary school in hopes of finding out more about Shiro and the mystery lady.

"I don't get why I'm a part of this," Y/n whispered, pouting underneath her mask.

"It will be okay N/n-chan. It was so easy to sneak in," Honey reassured her, wearing an elementary school uniform himself. "And wearing this uniform, I look like I'm in elementary school."

"Yeah I agree, I get why they wanted you. But I don't get why they needed me, I don't exactly resemble an elementary schooler with my size. Not to forget that I'm wearing a middle school uniform," Y/n looked down at her dress, and moved a hand to feel her braid. Along with the new outfit Y/n also had to put some dark blush on her cheeks, putting it on the parts that could be seen above her mask. "I don't get the point of these disguises."

In front of the two club members, some actual students just peered at them in confusion.

"Oh there's a reason, a damn good one," Tamaki muttered before Honey grabbed onto Y/n’s wrist and helped lead her down the hall. 

"Isn't she the cutest!" The twins adored.

"I don't think Y/n is happy about this," Haruhi commented.

"Look at her in that miniskirt, Y/n looks like a model," Tamaki admired.

"So, basically you just wanted to see her dressed up like that," Kyoya realized, watching Tamaki peek at the two 'undercover' members walking down the hall. Though Honey and Y/n weren’t easily seen since by then they had already made it into the classroom.

"This is it, Shiro-chan's classroom," Honey told her, opening the door.

"Okay, let's try not to cause any more attention than we already have," Y/n told him.

"When I was in elementary school, this was my classroom too!" Honey ran around.

"Wait, there is no one here," Y/n whispered to herself.

"So the kid's classroom is empty, is it?" Tamaki walked in.

"This surely takes me back," The twins reminisced, wandering around the classroom. The club members all walked around, looking around the desks, at the chalkboard, and checking out the bookshelves, they were reminded of their childhoods. 

"I wonder if my doodles are still on my desk," Kaoru wondered.

"Doubtful, the school changes out the desks every year," Kyoya informed them.

"Every year, at our schools they keep the same ones. If we were lucky they would somewhat clean them," Haruhi mentioned, following after them.

"If you guys are just walking in like nothing, what was the point of us wearing these?" Y/n pondered, gesturing down to her uniform in annoyance.

"Don't worry about it," Hikaru voiced.

"There's no one here to catch us," Kaoru reassured her. But as if he had just jinxed everyone, soon enough they could hear the echoing of footsteps in the hall. In the assumption that it was a teacher, they all ducked down under the desks.

"If the teacher finds us," Hikaru began.

"We'll have a hard time explaining how we snuck in," Kaoru finished.

"This is why I told you guys we should wait outside," Haruhi scolded them, while the twins then commented back, now the three first years bickering. 

"Be quiet, we don't want the teacher finding us," Y/n warned them, putting a finger to her lips. They waited a few silent moments before they could recognize that the footsteps had dispersed. Just to be sure, Y/n got up first and checked around before signaling everyone else to come out, "He's gone, but how are we going to find Shiro-kun?" She queried.

"Well, here's something interesting," Kyoya stated, looking at photos. The rest of the members surrounded Kyoya, all filing up beside him to look at what he had found.

"What did you find?" Haruhi questioned and in response, Kyoya pointed to a certain photo. "Hey! That's Shiro."

"So he's into classical music."

"He's also with a girl. Maybe that's the girl he was talking about," Y/n realized, turning around and looking at the group.

"There's Shiro-chan!" Honey pointed out to a classroom near the one they were in. He was seen talking with a girl before she had moved over to a piano bench to start playing. At the notice of another elementary girl from the same class exiting the classroom, Tamaki walked over to her.

"Excuse me, Mademoiselle," Tamaki started, catching her attention. "I've never seen a rose more lovely than you, my dear. Here, this is for you," He offered up the flower, bowing a little and then shortening his stance so they were more eye level. "I was wondering if you could tell me anything about that young lady playing the piano. Do you know her?"

"That's Kameeshido, Hina," The little girl told him.

"Her name is Hina?" Tamaki repeated.

"That's right, but you better not fall in love with her."

"Why?"

"Didn't you know? Hina has to move away soon. Her dad just got a new job in Germany, so they have to move there at the end of the week," She told him, waltzing away while smelling the pretty flower. 

"What do you think you're doing?!" Shiro yelled. "I want you idiots to leave immediately!" He rushed over to where the group was, face as red as a beet. But Tamaki made no reaction, just picked up the smaller boy and put him over his shoulder. "Put me down! What are you doing? Ah!" Tamaki made no hesitation in making the way out of the building with the rest of the club following behind, still carrying the flailing boy.

"It's time to go, gentleman, Y/n,” He paused for a few seconds, turning his head around the best he could to peer at Shiro, “Quit thrashing around," Tamaki deadpanned. 

Once they all finally made their way back to Ouran Highschool Tamaki had just plopped the boy onto the sofa.

"What is your problem, you big idiot!" Shiro snapped.

"I'm sorry, but you're the idiot. You said you wanted me to teach you how to make women happy. But that's not it, is it? You're not concerned with the happiness of just any woman. You've got your sights set on one woman in particular. You only care about one, and that's Kamishiro Hina," Tamaki objected. "When you care for someone, you must find the courage to express what is in your heart. You have to tell her how you feel about her."

"It doesn't matter anymore, I've run out of time. I just wanted to hear her play before she left for good, that's all," Shiro expressed, staring at his hands in his lap, refusing to make eye contact with Tamaki. 

"That piece she played, it's Mozart Sonata in D major for two pianos, isn't it?" Tamaki wondered, walking over to a curtain in the corner and pulling it back to show a beautiful, shining piano.

Haruhi turned towards Y/n, "Wait a minute, since when is there a grand piano in here?"

"Well, this is a music room after all," Kaoru told her, shrugging his shoulders.

"So, why wouldn't it have a grand piano?" Hikaru asked her.

"It is a music room," Kyoya asserted.

"It is a music room," Mori repeated.

"It's always been there, we just had it covered up," Honey explained happily bouncing over to where the piano stayed.

"It's such a nice piano too," Y/n admired taking a few steps to the musical instrument herself. She placed a hand on the top, admiring the keys, and before reaching over to play one Tamaki had taken a spot on the bench. He peered up at the girl, a soft smile on his features, and began to play himself. Shiro watched Tamaki in his prime who was playing a mystical piece and taking multiple peaks up to look over at Y/n’s expression.

Whenever there was an ounce of free time Shiro would be right on the bench learning to mimic the rapid finger movements that Tamaki possessed, all working towards completing the goal of expressing himself to Hina.

It didn’t take long, with all the effort and time Tamaki had taken to teach the young boy soon enough he was prepared to play the piece himself. On a special day, the host club invited Hina to come to Music Room 3, dressing up for the young girl in anticipation of the cute moment that awaited.  

"Welcome princess, we've been waiting," They all announced.

"I present to you, Takaoji Shiro’s piano recital," Tamaki introduced. He took Hina’s much smaller arm in his own, joining together at the arm, and pushed out a seat for her to sit near the piano and Shiro.

"Let's play together Hina," Shiro stated, and very happily the girl obliged. She pulled up her chair more to the other piano starting to play while he played his. It was a truly beautiful musical melody, the two kids glancing back at one another while passionately playing the piece. It was a comforting and rewarding scene for the club to witness. Just the two gleeful children indulging in some musical enjoyment.

"We did a good thing," Tamaki observed the two, with a smile on his face. Y/n looked at him, her eyes scrunched up a bit to show she was smiling underneath the mask. It was on this day she got to peak into Tamaki’s interior a bit more, he was a man who had such a large passion for guiding others. 

"You did Tamaki-senpai, you aren't too bad," She laughed as a small blush appeared on his cheeks with a certain admiration sparkling in his eyes. 

A week later Shiro came in to see the host club once again.

"So, you've been exchanging emails with Hina now that she's in Germany?" Haruhi inquired.

"That's great Shiro-kun," Y/n complemented.

"Yeah, I like her but she can get pretty jealous for an elementary school girl. She'd be upset if she knew I was with you ladies, so let's keep this our little secret," He confessed to the girls surrounding him on the couch and nearby chairs. 

"Naughty boys are the best!"

"I could kiss you."

"Ah, you little brat, those are my guests!" Tamaki fumed.

"Well it looks like they have found someone they like better," Shiro voiced. "It was so easy to steal your customers, I think there's a new host king in town."

"I thought he'd make it through without exploding this time," Kaoru and his brother expressed holding down the blonde.

"We should have known he was gonna blow up sooner or later," Hikaru realized.

"I'm going to assume Tamaki-senpai was also a spoiled brat as a child," Y/n declared, making her way over to Kyoya.

"I was not a spoiled brat! I was nothing like him when I was a kid! I was a sweet, innocent, precocious, adorable child," He whined.

"Of course senpai," Y/n voiced sarcastically. "And I was living in a commoner's home growing up," To this comment the twins broke out in loud laughter. 

"Wait what does that mean? Do you not believe me? Wait Y/n!"

next chapter - Jungle Pool SOS!

[married-to-google-translater]

Can I request Yan Kazutora and Ran from tokyo revengers with a fem darling that shiro lolita fashion .

Yandere Kazutora Hanemiya

Awwwwwwww.

Kazutora thought you were the cutest thing ever.

He couldn't stand your cuteness.

As soon as Kazutora saw you it would be love at first sight.

Besides your beauty, you were also really kind and sweet.

This is what Kazutora would really need.

He soaked up your affection like a sponge soaks up water.

What would start as a normal relationship would quickly turn into an unhealthy relationship.

Kazutora would be really clingy to you.

He would feel that he needs you and would not want to lose you.

This is why he would want to be with you 24/7.

Of course, there are also good moments in the relationship.

Like when Kazutora and you go shopping together or when he helps you find a certain outfit.

Kazutora's compliments would also beautify a lot.

This could almost be a normal relationship...

Yandere Ran Haitani

Ran and you had met several times at different gang meetings.

You got along well even though you were the closest of friends.

He still remembers the day he saw you in "civilian clothes".

Unfortunately, you can't use a loli dress in a gang fight.

Ran would never have imagined you wearing clothes like this.

You looked so different... so beautiful.

This was the beginning of his obsession.

After this, Ran would really come closer to you.

The way you dress isn't the reason why he fell for you.

He had liked you before.

Now, however, he began to approach you.

You would start dating after some time.

Once you start dating, you'll start getting MUCH less dangerous assignments.

Ran would pretend he didn't know anything, but it would really be to his work.

He would just want you to stay safe in his home.

Really just for your safety and not because he is jealous mf.

However, not all reforms can be done at once and he would proceed slowly.

Ran would also definitely buy you almost anything you would like.

[starstruckkittensweets]

puppy love (ii)

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

fandom: bungo stray dogs

Another part to the Chuuya with puppies series! Honestly it's been pretty therapeutic to write this out and plan out future parts. I don't really have any kind of direction for this series, it's just for fun and I write when I get inspired! But luckily my love for Chuuya isn't going away anytime soon, so you can look forward to more. I hope you enjoy!

warnings: fem reader, pet names ("doll"), rambunctious puppies who just wanna play, mutual pining perhaps (if you squint) || words: 2.6k

Part I | Part II | Part III

The next time you see Chuuya, you’re on your way home from the vet—with Kotaro, Pochi, and Shiro in tow.

Kotaro’s the first to notice him. His ears shoot forward, nose pointed straight in the cool night air, and he gives a hard yank on the leash in your hand. You start to scold him, but the words die on your tongue at the familiar sight of orange hair and bright blue eyes.

The really pretty eyes you haven’t stopped thinking about for the last few days or so. (As embarrassing as it sounds.)

Kotaro tugs hard on the leash, nearly ripping the thing right from your grasp, his tail swishing from side to side. He’s not the only one who’s noticed your new friend; Pochi is sniffing the air, trying to catch the stranger’s scent, while Shiro is digging his paws deeper into the ground, eyes fixed on the newcomer’s every move.

“Sorry,” you manage a smile, despite wrangling all three dogs back under your control. (It’s hard not to get the leashes all tangled up.) “They can be excitable sometimes—I didn’t expect to see you again so soon…”

To be honest, you thought he’d forgotten about your little meetup for lunch altogether (if his attire is anything to go by, he’s a busy man with a tight schedule). The sight of him now makes your chest feel warm, your fingertips buzzing around the handles of Kotaro’s leash.

You don’t even know his name; to you, he’s just the nice stranger who brought your dog back home to you that fateful night.

But that’s plenty enough for Kotaro, who’s scrabbling against the sidewalk to the man’s outstretched hands. You really should invest in some retractable leashes. Then again, Kotaro would probably just break them in two.

Not like Pochi and Shiro, who wait patiently at your side, despite their own curiosity.

“Out for a walk, huh?” The man lets out a chuckle, even as Kotaro presses his dirty paws against his knees. “Hope you’re not causin’ your girl too much trouble.”

“Not that much,” you mumble, cheeks burning beneath his gaze. “…Is it okay if the others say hi?”

There’s a sparkle in his eye, the same one you saw the first night you met. Something that reminds you of the children you pass on the street, the ones who pull at their mother’s arms, begging to let them pet the puppy by your side. Strange to say you recognize that kind of look on a grown man’s face, but it seems to suit him all the same.

Makes his eyes look so much prettier than they already are.

He slips a glove off and crouches down to the dogs’ level, while simultaneously trying to push Kotaro off him. Pochi’s the first one to step forward, his nose twitching almost violently. Shiro hangs back, pawing at the ground before plopping his bottom right down on your shoes.

You stifle a laugh at the bulldog’s expression. My human, don’t come any closer.

“Sorry about that!” It’s hard not to smile at the man’s baffled expression, at the way Shiro’s practically glaring at him from his spot in front of you. “He’s a little protective. But I promise he’s a sweetheart once you get to know him.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I get it.” And he actually does, by the way he only focuses on Pochi and Kotaro, taking turns scratching them behind their ears. Giving the grouchy bulldog some much-needed space, only smiling at him over the other dogs’ heads.  

Huh, that’s a first.

How many times have you had to shoo an eager child’s hand away or scoop Shiro up in your arms just to keep him safe? Shiro’s a rare case, comfortable with dogs but a bit uneasy around most humans. And it’s hard to find people who acknowledge that and just leave him be. No poking or prodding, or pulling on his stubby little tail and risk losing a finger or two. And that’s the last thing anyone wants.

“Just one pet wouldn’t hurt, right?”

“Not a fan of people? That’s kinda strange…”

“He won’t bite me, right? You shouldn’t have him out in public if he’s aggressive.”

The man’s voice jerks you from your thoughts; he’s too fixated on Pochi now, smiling as the beagle kisses his cheek, so much that Kotaro is starting to look a bit jealous.

“What’s his name?”

“Pochi,” you answer with a smile. “You already know Kotaro. And this big boy is Shiro.” You lean down to rub the bulldog’s chest; he grunts and leans into your touch, all the while keeping his eyes on the man before him. “Sorry about them, they can get a little excited.”

Quite an understatement, judging by the bits of dog hair flayed across his black suit. He swipes a hand through his hair, and your eyes linger on the frayed orange strands just a little longer than they should. Until his voice snaps you out of it, as his blue gaze flickers up to meet your own.

“Only three today? Thought you said you had eight of them.”

It’s hard not to smile at his words. He remembered that, huh? “The others are back at home. These three had their check-ups at the vet today. I’ll have to bring the next three in sometime later this week.”

“Only a couple at a time, eh?”

“Yeah, I’ve tried taking all eight of them at once—it was not fun for anyone, except for maybe this little mess.” You lean over and scratch Kotaro behind the ear; the dog looks pretty damn proud of himself as you recall that stressful memory.

But before you can say anything else the man rises to his feet, tucking his hands into his pockets, but not before giving Kotaro and Pochi one last pat on their heads. There’s a soft pang in your chest; is he leaving already?

“A little late for a vet appointment, isn’t it?”

You shrug, your eyes falling to the ground. “I gotta work around the shop’s hours. We don’t close until seven, and it takes about an hour to get these guys all leashed up and ready to go. The vet the next block over doesn’t mind, though. He even knocks a bit off the price whenever one of the dogs is sick. And sometimes it’s nice, being the only ones in there. You don’t have to worry about any other dogs or people over there.”

Are you rambling again? Probably, but he doesn’t seem to mind. At least he doesn’t make it noticeable, with the way he’s looking at you.

“This a usual thing for you, then? These nighttime walks?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” you answer with a giggle. “Any major shopping or appointments don’t get done until after work. I’m used to the late hours, though.”

The man hums in agreement, but his eyes tell a different story. Slowly he takes his hands back out of his pockets, eyes roaming the ground before landing back on your own. You swallow the lump in your throat (that definitely wasn’t there a few minutes ago).

“You sure you’re safe out here at this time of night?”

Another shrug, albeit a little more hesitant than the one before. “As long as I’ve got these guys, I think I am.”

He huffs out a breath, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. An uneasy silence settles over the two of you, only broken by the sound of Kotaro’s whining. He wants to get back home.

They all do, by the looks of it. A trip to the vet always wears them out. Not to mention, they’ve been hard at work guarding the shop all day. Being the faithful watchdogs you’ve trained them to be, alerting you whenever a new face shows up at the door.

(Not really, but you let them think they’re helping. It boosts their morale, lets them know they’re appreciated for all their hard work.)

“Let me walk you home,” the man finally says. “Just this once, alright?”

Maybe it’s the adorable wagging of Kotaro’s and Pochi’s tails, or the way Shiro doesn’t outright growl when the man steps closer to you, beckoning you closer with a gloved hand and a gentle smile. Or perhaps it’s the way you try to hold back a yawn, only to fail in the most unattractive way possible, as the weight of the day finally comes crashing down on your shoulders. For the first time since you woke up this morning, you realize just how damn tired you actually are.

Whatever it is, it has you nodding your head almost eagerly, your lips pulled up in a sleepy smile. “Sounds good to me.”

The walk back home is surprisingly comfortable, despite two of the three dogs yanking hard on their leashes. The friendly stranger keeps to the outer half of the sidewalk, a protective barrier between your dogs and the looming road ahead. The two of you are lost in your own little world, making casual conversation here and there, ignoring the skeptical looks of the few passerby’s out on a midnight stroll.

And by the time you see the dim lights and rickety old sign of the shop, you’ve learned three things about your new friend.

First, his name is Chuuya. He says it with a smile, orange hair falling into his face. It prompts you to share your own name, and hearing it roll off his tongue in that slightly raspy voice of his sends a shiver down your spine. (You decide then and there you like hearing your name fall from his lips.)

Second, he’s fairly wealthy. He doesn’t say it outright, but he doesn’t exactly make an effort to hide it either. From the way he dresses to how he casually mentions different brands and flavors of wine—names you’ve only ever seen next to their outrageous dollar amounts in the store. But at least he doesn’t seem snobbish about it. He doesn’t turn his nose up at the less-than fortunate state of the shop you run. Hell, he even turned down the promise of some quick and painless money just for bringing your puppy back to you that night, when most people would’ve jumped at the idea of a financial reward. Or maybe that’s just the way he is? You’re undecided about that for now.

And third, and probably most importantly, he wants to adopt a dog of his own sometime in the future.

“That’s…great! Amazing, actually! We have a lot of dogs back at the shop, it’s more of a makeshift shelter than a pet store, though. I don’t really like that term, pet store—sounds too cold and distant, right? Anyway, it’s nothing too official, none of them are really purebreds so we don’t have to worry about too many legal troubles. But if you don’t mind, you’re more than welcome to visit and see the rest of the pups. Get to meet them and see if you wanna take one home with you!”

Of course, it’ll be hard letting go of one of them. But that’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Taking care of these dogs until they find their forever homes. Nothing’s permanent, it never has been. But it’s been quite a while since you’ve come across someone who’s interested in adopting a former street dog, sometimes it just slips your mind. You have to remind yourself it’s only a matter of time before you have to say goodbye to them.

Except Kotaro. You’ve got dibs on the shiba.

Chuuya doesn’t interrupt your little speech, but he’s not ignoring you either. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time, only pausing to steal a glance at the dogs at your side. He still keeps his distance from Shiro, who’s lumbering at your side at a steady trot. Pochi won’t stop pulling on his leash trying to get closer to him, and Kotaro’s tail hasn’t stopped wagging ever since you started your walk back home.

Honestly, he’s kind of impressed you’re able to hold a conversation while keeping a hold on three rambunctious dogs. However fun they seem to be, they all look like they’d be a handful to take care of.

“…Well?” You’re staring at him now, eyes wide and hopeful, holding your breath as you wait for his answer. “I know it’s a little late in the day now to meet them all, but what about tomorrow?”

And maybe the prospect of seeing Chuuya again so soon has you on edge, but in the best possible way.

But then he’s shaking his head, holding up a hand, and you feel your chest deflate just a bit.

…Okay, maybe a lot, actually.

“I’d love to, doll, believe me… But adopting a pup ain’t in the cards for me anytime soon.”

“Oh…that’s a shame…”

He winces at the pitiful look in your eyes, the way your shoulders sag slightly—for the love of God, even the dogs look disappointed in him. Kotaro’s ears are drooping, Pochi hangs his head, and Shiro gives a disapproving grunt under his breath.

No fucking way these dogs can understand us.

“I-I mean, not in the near future,” he says quickly, trying to remedy the situation. Trying to make you smile at least one more time tonight. “I’d still wanna meet ‘em, though, if you’ll let me.”

Right on cue you’re giggling again, and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Sounds good to me! Just drop by whenever you can, the doors are always open.”

As tempting as it is to stay out here and talk with him just a bit longer, exhaustion is weighing you down. The dogs have to be tucked in for the night, and you have to get a few hours of sleep before the shop opens up early tomorrow morning. Or would that be later today? It’s already past midnight, isn’t it?

“C’mon, boys.”

Thankfully, none of the dogs put up much of a fight. Pochi holds his head high as he follows you up the steps to the door. Shiro sticks close to your ankles and practically snubs Chuuya with a grumpy snort. Only Kotaro lingers long enough to get one final scratch behind the ears, and then he’s joining you and the rest of the dogs with a soft happy yip.

Your chest feels unnaturally full as you unlock the door and let the dogs inside. But before you shut it completely you poke your head out—and your cheeks heat up when you realize Chuuya hasn’t moved an inch from his spot on the sidewalk.

What a true gentleman.

“…Thanks for walking us home.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a smile. “It was my pleasure.”

Kotaro nudges his way back out the door; you groan and tug on his collar, dragging the poor pup back inside. And Chuuya can’t help but laugh at the flustered look on your face.

“Sorry about that… Have a goodnight, Chuuya.”

He stiffens—so that’s what his name sounds like in your voice, huh?—but recovers quickly with a cough. Hopefully you can’t see the light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“…Yeah, goodnight, doll…”

You close the door and latch it shut behind you. Chuuya remains rooted to his spot on the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets, until he sees a light flicker on upstairs.

Safe and sound inside.

Then he turns his back and heads down the length of the sidewalk. Unbeknownst to him, you’re watching him go from your bedroom window, peeking through the blinds.

For the rest of the night your chest stays uncomfortably full, even when the dogs are tucked in for the night and you’re left alone with your thoughts in the dark. Staring up at the ceiling, hands bunched around the bedsheets, replaying every single detail you can remember about your little meetup.

It takes a while to fall asleep, but once you do, all you can dream about are blue eyes and wagging tails, with a smile on your face.

[v-tired-queer]

Sketches from a fem!Sheith ATLA AU that I never ended up writing where Keith is the Fire Princess, and Shiro is a Fire Nation soldier-turned-Sun Warrior tasked with teaching Akira (Keith) firebending (she owed a favor).

Akira doesn't firebend much, not after loosing her father in a tragic accident, but it turns out the princess is remarkably skilled with swords. Shiro is smitten (but of course, so is the princess) ❤️

[autisticlancemcclain]

What’s your most hated fandom characterization for each of the main 7?

hoo boy am i glad you asked. although i’m gonna be real, my issue is less with fandom characterization, because you do you i don’t give a shit, and more with how people go batty if you personally are not a fan of fanon characterizations.

like, lemme be obvious and talk about my biggest example. i am a brown eyed lance truther. we know this. the amount of weirdo comments, weirdo DMs, and weirdo asks i get is atrocious. i post a lot of them bc they’re so stupid they’re funny but the amount of people per week that tell me to kill myself is lowkey wild. the amount of people that love to say some variation of “i liked your fic but you ruined it by making lances eyes brown! his eyes are blue!” and i’ve checked other brown eyed truther’s fics — either they delete their comments better than me, or they do not get the same thing. idk what the deal is lol.

i will concede to the point that i’m a contrarian and annoying about it, but a list of the following non-fanon headcanons/characterizations i hold that have been commented on in some derisive way:

- bitchy hunk (lol)

- non “cinnamon roll too pure and baby and good for this world” hunk*

- allura is a good character (🤡)**

- allura is a sweetheart

- allura is not a drill sergeant

- kuron was a good iteration of shiro

- red paladin lance/black paladin keith/blue paladin allura

- retired shiro

- pidge is not cruel

- pidge is not an infant and can handle things a regular 14-15 year old can handle

- small details are irrelevant (think lances family, exact prekerb details, etc)

- keith gyeong and lance sanchez

- fucking brown eyed lance. i’m saying it again

- tall keith

- non omega keith***

- readmores

- autistic lance

- adhd keith

- non asshole/cruel keith

- comphetting gay lance****

- shallura

- bi shiro, demi keith, essentially any sexuality headcanon that isn’t mainstream

- hunk who isn’t food obsessed

- that’s about it

*stop infantilising hunk

**the allura hate is ridiculous and largely rooted in anti-Blackness. it should not be a fight to say that she had a reason to feel betrayed by keith’s heritage, that she did not “get in the way” of klance, that her death was stupid and ridiculous, that she is often pushed over in favour of klance (not as in she’s less popular, but that her/her death are used as a plot device to further klance), and that she is as interesting, nuanced, and multifaceted as the rest of them.

***people, inevitably, feminize characters in fandoms (largely because many people in fandom are young women, i know i feminize characters simply bc i’m making them like me and i’m feminine lol), and my issue is that people (in the general sense, not everybody) love to feminize keith and then get really mad if anyone else is feminized. this is not about fem or trans woman keith btw. this is about people omega-ifying him and then losing their MINDS if i don’t share that headcanon.

****i literally only wrote this once and then never again because people lost their minds. but as much as i love bi lance, i think it’s interesting that usually, when we see “boy crazy” or “girl crazy” characters, especially if they have a lot of chemistry or homoerotic tension with a same-gender character, people are like oh ya that’s comphetting. that character is desperately trying to outrun the gay thoughts. but with lance, who was definitely girl crazy and cared more about having a girlfriend than actually dating and falling in love (think “mrs blue lion” — he didn’t give a fuck about who he was marrying, so long that it was a girl), calling him gay will have people saying you’re erasing bisexuality. as if he was not fucking straight in the show. so.

sorry this is so bitter and ranty lol. been in a mood

[ryndicate]

There’s only one bed, and it’s too small ⨳ Nagi Seishiro

@dark-mnjiro this is what happens when you send me pics of him. if you keep pointing out his size this will happen again.

warnings: fem bodied, 18+, college au

“Fuck, I told you we should’ve gone to mine,” Nagi inhales sharply through his nose as you dig your nails into his thighs, just hard enough to sting, unable to stop the telling jump of his hips as he chases your mouth. “At least there’s a bed.”

You pull off of his dick with a wet suck, running your tongue on the underside of the head. It throbs in your hand almost in protest at losing the wet warmth of your mouth. “The bed is fine. You’re just mad you forgot your switch.”

“Fuck the switch,” Nagi groans gutterally, an arm over his eyes as you drag your tongue down the shaft to his balls, abs flexing as you gently suck one into your mouth and let it pop free. You move to the other. “Fuck, baby, f-fuck I—”

“That all you have to say?” You tease, spitting into your palm and slowly pumping his cock, spit and precome mixing, the slick sound obscene in your small dorm.

“Ngh mmmhm, yeah,” Nagi moans as you tighten your grip at the top, twisting your wrist the way you know he likes. His fist thumps at the bunk above yours where your roommate sleeps, lifting his head to glare down his torso at where you’re laying comfortably between his thighs. “I want to fuck you, but I can’t on this thing you call a bed.”

“You know it is a bed to us non-giants.”

“Ride me.” Your pussy throbs at dark need in his tone. They grey of his iris is almost lost to the way his pupils have blown “Please, you know I can’t on this, I need your pussy. Know you’re aching for it.”

You don’t even need the puppy eyes he sends down at you to crawl forward, straddling his hips and sliding his hardened and leaking cock through your slick folds. You’re so wet for him that he could make fun of you, and he has before. But right now, he breaks off with a heavy groan as you lazily work your hips over his length. It’s so wet and hot that he almost doesn’t want to complain, and you look fucking sexy above him like that, eyes closed, your mouth open in little pants as you angle your hips to catch your clit on the head of his dick with each thrust. But he wants you so bad, Nagi can’t help himself.

The fingers of one hand dig into the meat of your ass as he grips your hips, urging you up as his other grips the base of his cock, angling himself against your slit, panting harshly as he feels the tight squeeze as you go along with lust drunk urgency, lowering yourself on his dick until he’s fully seated in the clutch of your pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans again, low and throaty, as you purposefully squeeze down on him.

“I’m gonna, Shiro” you murmur, leaning down to drag your tongue over his parted lips, your fingers curling into his white hair, pulling him closer. “You just lay back and enjoy it.”

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Romantic Keith x female reader who is stubborn and who thinks she can do it alone ( kinda like him)

Keith Kogane x Hothead!Fem!Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Keith x Fem!Reader

Summary: How would Keith act with a girlfriend with a similar personality.

Warnings: Possible spoilers

Type: Romantic ❤️

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. I need up being a lot busier than expected.Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons starts below cut

Voltron: Legendary Defender Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Obviously, Keith is the most hotheaded of the paladins

The two of you together give Shiro a permanent migrane

Since you aren't a paladin, you don't have your own lion

On most missions you'll ride in the red lion with Keith

The two of you give the rest of the team a heart attack every time you go off on your own to do something reckless

There have been many missions where you and Keith separated from the team to get things done your own way

In contrast to Shiro's more strategic approach, you and Keith prefer to shoot first and ask questions later

Since the two of you are so similar, you often don't even need words to communicate

When you fight together, your moves are always perfectly coordinated as if you can read each other's minds

However, your stubbornness can cause the two of you to butt heads

Most of your arguments would likely stem from simple disagreements

Even if the disagreements is about something trivial, you can often get into heated debates where neither one of you is willing to back down

If the two of you have a serious argument, Keith is often the one who will apologize first

Even though he can be overly stubborn with most people, his fears of abandonment always win over his need to be right

After a big fight, Keith always becomes much more affectionate

He's super afraid of you leaving him if he does something wrong, so he tries his best to remind you that he still loves you in spite of the argument

Although Keith can be very affectionate in private, he's not really a fan of pda

He's mostly afraid of getting teased by the other paladins (mostly Lance)

Even though he hates pda, you and Keith will occasionally sneak kisses in the dark corners of the castle when the other paladins aren't around

In a relationship with Keith, your stubbornness can serve as both a way to better understand eachother, as well as the root cause for many arguments

Despite your personalities clashing on occasion, your shared traits make you relationship stronger than ever!