#hence why his hair and skin colour is the exact same

[sleep-nurse]

Can we please get lore? /nf or anything ofc I just love the way you write lore

OUGHHHHHHHH ok well in short. regarding himawari and willow in simple terms willow is literally just a redesign of himawari which was my old sona but i decided to do some interesting lore shit with it

and that shit being the fact that willow was created by himawari in the nothingness (a place in the realm i don't think i really mentioned yet........god it's so hard to explain lore here cus i practically said nothing about the world) because himawari was ''the creator'', and then she gave him her core/soul so that he could be the '''''new himawari'''''', alongside this she gave him another core from someone who we will later find out (probably). after this she decided to stab herself in the chest in front of him so that the timeline would reset but without her and with willow instead, so that he would become the new creator (basically sona). the thing is this shit was fucking traumatising because willow can't help but think this was all his fault even though this was what himawari wanted

[home-of-renn]

Phantom's hazmat suit doesn't look anything like the one Danny wore before the accident.

Many high-level hazmat suits are made from rubber - which doesn't make sense if Danny died from the electrical shock in the portal. BUT, it turns out that while rubber is a great insulator for electricity, like most things, it's only effective to a certain point. You can still get hit by lightning while wearing rubber. Danny got hit with enough energy to tear a hole between dimensions - which would be way more than his suit could handle, hence why he died. Plus the Fenton's didn't have proper access to ectoplasm until after the accident so they wouldn't have been able to make a suit better suited to withstand any kind of energy from the Zone.

Now, I like to imagine Danny's zap to have been more like a lightning strike than a regular little electrical shock. Lightening produces enough energy that it can even heat the air surrounding it and people who've been hit by it can suffer severe burns - internally and externally.

Rubber shrinks when exposed to heat. I have personally never liked the whole concept of Danny's suit looking the exact same before and after, just with the colours reversed. Like, it's not far-fetched to assume that the Fenton's made their own suits, including Danny's. It would mean that Phantom looks the exact same as their son in his hazmat suit, just with a different colour scheme - which is way too on the nose for me.

So, I propose that the Fenton's hazmat suits look more or less like regular ones, just colour coded and a bit more tailored to their wearer - so not as baggy and a bit more fashionable.

But Phantom's suit is skin tight - shrunken and fused to his skin after the immense heat endured at his death. It doesn't look like the Fenton's design and it doesn't look like your first idea of a hazmat suit.

Phantom's suit is tight enough to be mistaken as his skin - until you get up close and can make out a perplexing hexagonal pattern that's unique to the Fenton design

The soles of Danny's shoes melted from the heat and now Phantom leaves no footprints in his wake.

Phantom's skin has an almost pearlescent glow - not nearly as bright as the other ghosts. Lichtenberg scars are caused by bursting blood vessels and the glow that seeps from beneath his skin is almost enough to conceal the spidery scars that creep along the left side of his face, over his lips and the bridge of his nose, disappearing into his hairline and beneath the collar of his suit.

His suit is the colour of charred soot and ash - a stark contrast to his pristine accessories and colourless hair. When he flies in the dead of night, high above the streets of Amity, he almost looks like a shooting star.

[kitorin]

OUR SPRING

003. perfect

5:01 pm

"Fucking hell."

Normally, you'd have more shame, but given your current circumstances it was understandable for you to curse loudly in the middle of the hallway on your way home from the school library. All of this was so irritating, the rumours and all the attempted manipulation, both which, were from the exact same source; Kira Ryosuke.

It should be fine. That's what you've told yourself for a long time. But you've been corrected. Because rumour after rumour, it kept accumulating now it's consumed and become your school life, until your identity is once again established as one that only revolves around some guy who likes you.

"You better drop dead next time I see you."

"May I help you?" You pull yourself out of your livid trance, looking up from staring at your feet as you walk and realizing with horror that you say that right in front of someone else. What's even worse, is that you recognise who it was, possibly one of the worst people to unintentionally curse at. It's Chigiri Hyoma. Rising star of the jpop and jdrama industry, who also happens to be a member of one of your best friend's favourite band.

"I am so sorry. I swear it wasn't directed to you- A lot had been going on recently." You prayed, begging that he wasn't one of those celebrities who enjoyed tormenting regular people with their obsessive and toxic fanbases, or liked exploiting their fame to ruin others.

Despite being apprehensive of the social power he holds, Meguru was right every time he called Chigiri attractive. It was evident through photos, but they don't capture his beauty fully. There wasn't a blemish on his pale skin, his tied up hair seemed perfect, it was obvious people would die for his skin and hair care routine. Long eyelashes compliment soft features and his rose coloured eyes clouded with what seemed like concern.

Even though his features weren't inhumanely perfect or complied to the beauty standard to a T, everything just synergises together, curating his natural charm.

Visually, he embodies perfection.

"Ah I see. I understand." Just when you thought he couldn't look any better he smiles, teeth perfectly white and shiny, which were adorned with dimples. It made sense why he was an actor and idol, he pulls off school uniform and even makes it look fashionable, heck his school photo probably came out gorgeous too. "So, what happened?"

You were too busy admiring his visuals to realize you were going to reveal your current struggles to a total stranger. "Well it's just- wait, I don't even know you?"

"Neither do I. All the more better to open up to, no?"

He's kind of weird. No wonder why Meguru loves him so much.

Instead of addressing and responding to his statement, you take advantage of this opportunity, since he's always surrounded by fans. "Then, how do you deal with rumours? You're apart of that band egoism, right? You'd know a lot about this"

"Well. I'm not apart of the PR team, so I don't know the full details. But rumours don't have some sort of secret formula or trick to getting rid of them. Hence why most celebrities have a PR team."

If only you had one too.

"Are you the one everyone assumes is dating Kira? I'm guessing you're referring to all the gossip related to you too." Chigiri continues, seeming genuinely curious regarding your situation.

You nod, and barely process being dragged into a janitor's closet by him, the complete shock taking too long to register.

"Oi Chigiri, what're you doing?" Ending up in a janitor's closet with one of the most popular artists of your age was not expected.

"Dating rumours, you say?" He breaths out, dismissing your question, a chuckle soon rises in his throat. "We're not too different, no? I have the perfect solution for you."

"Which is?" Once again, he ignores your questions, slowly coming closer towards you, face close in proximity to yours.

"Date me."

TWO | FOUR | MASTERLIST

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

TAGLIST. @izzylovestnbhd, @angelchigiri, @punkhazardlaw, @silly-ez, @y-sabell-a

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[nayvwriter]

Primordial Tyrants headcanons

Lore headcanons I have about the Primordial Tyrants that go in my fics unless there's some reason it won't work. N1 and NE spoilers, but mostly N1-based.

Their human forms are mostly subconscious.

Details can change, accidentally or on purpose, but stuff like broad skin and hair colour tends to stay the same, unchangeable.

Metta's the only one who figured out how to choose his form completely

Deena's human form changed completely once, when she switched to the human side.

She used to have pink hair.

Similarly, their Nexomon forms have differences that vary over time.

Thus explaining their slightly different appearances in the games.

It's a subconscious reflection of themselves, kinda.

Possibly Metta can shapeshift this too. Undecided.

Zetta can move really fast in his human form. None of the others can do this at the moment.

Zetta thinks they could do it if he taught them how (and they bothered to learn), he doesn't think it's just a him thing.

this may or may not be true

I have a few theories on how exactly this works.

Omnicron can give out an influence on nearby Nexomon.

This influence can be countered by another, similar influence.

Nara is the only one who's figured out how to do this.

and has deliberately refrained from telling her siblings how until she's sure they won't pull an Omnicron.

This was her role in N1! And during the first death of Omnicron, too.

Metta never died the first time around, he just couldn't be found.

hence why he's around in N1 to cause trouble.

Metta can use the powers of all the other CoO, though not as well.

Including Nara's life powers – that's part of how he brought everyone back in N1.

Their human names they chose themselves.

Deena, Fenrir, Nadine, Merida and Zetta picked one human name and stuck with it over thousands of years.

Metta changed human name with every new form he took, and didn't really have a true one.

My headcanon for Grunda changes per fic.

Omnicron never took a human form.

He probably could have done, but he never did.

He was dismissive of his children doing so, but didn't actually stop them as long as they still worked towards his mission.

Omnicron was a terrible father.

Definitely emotionally abusive.

Probably physically abusive too.

Literally only cared about his children as tools to win his war.

It took a while for said children to realise this wasn't normal or good.

possibly until Grunda starts interacting with a lot of children regularly.

Arqua can take her Nexomon form outside of the water, but it's uncomfortable and she's not nearly as powerful.

This was sort of how she got defeated first time.

Ventra likes air with lots of oxygen in.

hence why we found her in a tree.

She lets Luxa have the high can't-breathe air.

Luxa doesn't need to breathe in his Nexomon form.

Theoretically he can swim underwater with no fear of drowning.

In practise Merida gets really angry at him if he electrocutes her ocean.

The CoO accidentally activate their powers when they get emotional.

It's not a purposeful thing. It just happens.

Zetta starts giving off sparks and the air around him becomes electrically charged.

Fenrir accidentally makes himself and the area around him incredibly hot.

With Nadine, the wind around her picks up.

And with Merida the seas start thrashing.

Deena's mostly got a handle on it (mostly by pretending she doesn't have emotions) but she either grows nearby plants or kills them, depending on the exact emotion. Or both at the same time.

Grunda's actually got a handle on it.

Merida can always at least somewhat sense the ocean.

When she's in Arqua form in the water she can sense a ship on the other side of the continent!

At least some of the Children of Omnicron have managed to miss the fact that having two birth parents is mandatory for humans.

In their defense. Omnicron was a single father.

And Deena was a single mother.

Add that to the amount of children being raised by one parent, and it's not that unreasonable.

They just sort of assumed that when there were two parents, one of the human parents was the actual birth parent and the other one was the first one's partner.

Grunda probably figured out this wasn't true shortly after he started running an orphanage.

This isn't a thing that comes up regularly, so it might take a while for the rest of them to realise…

The Primordial Tyrants have no biological gender.

They picked up the whole 'gender' thing at about the same time as their human names.

Omnicron didn't pick one, but nor did he seem to care, so no-one corrected the humans when they assigned him one.

They may or may not know that humans have biological differences often correlated with said gender. At least Grunda knows.

They have a tendency to get attached to things or people and then get very protective of them.

This is basically their version of innate morality.

Kinda like Tiffany Aching from Discworld.

Nara just managed to get attached to humanity itself.

Once the CoO got on humanity's side, the continent basically stopped having major natural disasters.

Because they can stop a storm or tsunami or earthquake or whatever in its tracks.

Not because they were starting them.

They might have been starting them way back when, but they wouldn't have been behind every natural disaster.

I have other, more personality-based headcanons for them as well, but they're a lot less formulated so I'm leaving them out for now.

[sonic-love-island-official]

Knuckles (Bio/Character design ramble)

Here he comes, rougher than the rest of them: Knuckles !!

More info under the cut, as per x

Knuckles is a 26 year old from Angel Island. Guardian of the Master Emerald, Knuckles lives relatively isolated from the mainland, rarely leaving the island for anything. He joins the show as a challenge for himself to branch out, live a little and find a potential long-term partner.

To put it simply, Knuckles arrives with a lot to navigate. He's never experienced such a complicated social situation in his life before and he's tasked with learning how to act around the other Islanders, which leads him to be very unfaithful to himself and his personality. Even though he's working out social dilemmas and how to present himself, Knuckles is still a very genuine guy and does nothing if he doesn't mean it. Both laid-back and short-tempered, he finds himself in a bit of trouble on more than one occasion, providing lessons for him going forward.

Trying different faces on, testing the waters and making mistakes, Knuckles needs to learn the value of being his true self and nothing else.

External design choices !! (visual appearance - incl. formation of base sim, references taken, makeup choices, fashion style... etc.)

I only wish I could remember any of the steps I made to create Knuckles' sim. But... By the looks of it, I think I might be able to guess where my head was at with some of the decisions around his design ?? Again, he doesn't look near to what I imagine him to look like, but at the end of the day, as long as they resemble enough of the character we're trying to portray, that's enough for me.

Firstly, I know for sure his SA2 model was used for inspiration and that was a deliberate, memorable choice. Because look at him !! SA2 Knuckles was so distinct to me, not only in how he acted but his features in this game are peak (also why tf is this his only portrayal where he has more melanin ?? huh ??). Needless to say, SA2 Knuckles is a personal favourite of mine in every way, shape and form, and that's basically why I picked that model to base Sim Knuckles off.

Hence why he has a warmer, darker skin tone than what's seen in other Knuckles models. I did my best to match it up as close as possible, and while not exact, it's pretty darn close that I'm no longer so fussy about it.

Knuckles striking red colour went straight to his hair, as per the majority of the sim versions. But, unlike the rest, Knuckles red hair is (allegedly /j) natural. The SLI world has a trend of people dying their hair all kinds of funky colours, but Knuckles isn't one of them, so his hair, brows and body hair are all this shade of red that he inherited from his ancestors (this, among a few other features pull relevance in-plot later). Regrettably, we didn't have anything close to his dreadlocks in-game (one of my FAVOURITE parts of Knuckles' design), so we had to settle for this shoulder-length, half-up-half-down hairstyle. Of course, we try to make up for it by drawing him with them wherever possible, because his dreads are NOT going to be lost on us no matter how limited we are in this game. Another hair related detail that became more of a recent development, is Knuckles having facial hair (not present on his sim, because naturally the game does not have anything close) — you know, just a bit of chin fluff. No reason, just vibes :)

Knuckles doesn't have the same round eyes as what Sonic or Amy have, but isn't so harshly angled like Shadow's, so it was about finding that happy medium with Knux. And you know what ? His eyes are purple, pretty and I can't complain, he's such a cutie <3

I can't say much about his facial structure. I'm going to assume I had a vision, but I don't remember what in the world it was.

Naturally, Knuckles being Knuckles, is definitely more buff than the likes of Sonic or Tails. Bro works out — he's dedicated to that stuff — so that just had to be translated over to his sim. Ain't no more to say about that :)

Another thing absent from his sim version (limitations again, grr) is the idea that Knuckles has cultural tattoos, most prominently the crescent moon on his chest. In some screenshots (not seen here), Knuckles has a tattoo representative of M.E. as well.

As for his fashion style ? Hoo boy. Despite making the occasional, heinous fashion crime, Knuckles is actually pretty styling ! Knuckles suits all sorts of things and his style has a uniqueness none of the other Islanders have. More often than not though, Knuckles is seen in colourful/patterned tees, sweater singlets, cargo pants, baggy jeans and sneakers, along with a chain necklace (and maybe a bracelet and/or ring). Knuckles claims he isn't fashionable, but I beg to differ. He's probably one of the best dressed boys in the villa by far.

Internal design choices !! (personality, characteristics, psychology)

Here's where things get messy. Stated before in previous posts, characterisation isn't strict. All the characters are a blend of a multitude of portrayals across Sonic media and Knuckles is no different. But where each character is a cohesive blend, Knuckles very evidently has two, polar opposite ways of expressing himself, which I've haphazardly labelled:

'Funny-funny, I'm trying to fit in, please like me' Knuckles (that my sister primarily writes for)

And,

'Serious' Knuckles (that I tend to write for)

Like I've said in countless posts before, and in this one, Knuckles is trying to figure out who to be around people. The sillier side of Knuckles is heavily derived from his Sonic Boom characterisation, but is used in a self-aware sense. A lot of fans don't like this caricature version of Knuckles (me included, but I kind of regard Boom! Knuckles as a separate entity at this point and I personally enjoy his character better that way. Also, Boom is really its own continuity anyway, and I enjoyed the show as it was intended. It's another each to their own, I guess), but we've utilised this version of him with intention. AU Knuckles uses this comedic, faux stupidity to make himself interesting to others. This side of him carves a presence in the Villa, and he finds more people are willing to engage with someone entertaining. So the persona sticks.

'Serious' Knuckles is the more true (?) Knuckles. He's the game canon Knuckles, beloved for his steely disposition and golden heart. This is the Knuckles that is both a hothead and cool as a cucumber. He's the one loyal to his duties, to his friends. The one that cares for people, animals, land. He's the guy that could pack a punch if he wanted. Knuckles knows far more than he wants to let on. He's very in tune with people's energy and emotions and a lot of this knowledge makes him quite intelligent, though no one seems to notice.

Despite both these parts of him, Knuckles plays true to his feelings, whatever they may be, and whichever tracks it leads him down. He's not a fake guy at all !! He's just convinced himself what he's doing is the best course of action, even when it may not be.

Overall, Knuckles is a fun character to play around with ! He seems fairly shallow on the surface, but then, digging deeper, there's far more intricacies to his character. Knuckles provides a lot of things to work with in terms of his personality, background, knowledge and actions. I love how his character also explores different things to the other Islanders, due to those aspects.

Fun facts / trivia :

Knuckles loves to sing ! There's many moments throughout the series where he has sung songs alone or with other contestants. Knuckles is trying to make this series a musical (but I won't let him ! /j)

He likes to express his culture and does so wherever and whenever he can. It's very important to him <3

[karla-the-elemental-dreamer]

Terra Has A Younger Sister...?

First of all, to get context for later, my in-dream adventure pathway has made it so Terra has graduated to be a dream guide alongside Riku. This statement is true since 2 OCT 2021 (AEST).

Now for the explanation as to what's going on here? I will put most of what I wrote on my DA piece:

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She likely wouldn't exist if she didn't show up in my dreams last night. This dream character showed up and claimed to be Terra's younger sister. She looked slightly different in-dream: She had more pale skin, her hair was black and more straight, and she was also wearing her hair down. I have revamped her look a bit to be more similar to Terra, as well as to more accurately express her short and snarky, 'entitled' personality (she was mean to me in the dream). She was wearing the exact same clothes in the dream as she's wearing here. I thought it was so interesting that when I woke up, I felt I wanted to develop her as an actual character. Her name is Tenebris Masakato. Tenebris: This actually means 'Darkness' in Latin. I thougbt since Terra is 'Earth' in Latin; she also got a Latin name. But because her parents literally named her darkness, this is why she turned into a really nasty person (basically taking the exact opposite road to Terra). Masakato: For each character that is a dream guide to me, they let me know their last names. Terra's last name in a dream was shown to be 'Masakato', so it only makes sense that this is Tenebris' last name too... I don't know if she'd be married to anyone.

Extra note: She had NO name in-dream; so Tenebris is one give to her by me today. Terra has been marked an official dream guide (now alongside Riku) since 2 OCT 2021 (AEST). Here is some backstory and extra facts that I have written up for his sister Tenebris: --------------------------------------------------------

Name: Tenebris Masakato

Age: ~2 yrs younger than Terra.

Overview: Tenebris means ‘Darkness’ in Latin… Her parents literally called her darkness. Whereas her older brother Terra left behind a life of darkness (after escaping his fate as Terranort), Tenebris leads a normal life (non keyblade-wielder) but has been continuing in a downward spiral into evil and corruption. Tenebris wears trendy clothes and cute accessories, and is a social butterfly, but looks can be deceiving. Through loopholes in modern day law, Tenebris can be a silent killer (hence why she is not accepted into any KH promotional materials by Disney). Due to their vast differences, Terra and Tenebris do not speak to each other. Overall, Terra and Tenebris are almost exact opposites of each other.

Extra fact: Her favourite colour is peach/nude.

Backstory: Tenebris is the younger sister of Terra. At the time when Terra first set foot on the Land of Departure to study under Master Eraqus, Tenebris came with him. However, Eraqus turned Tenebris away as he noted that her name was literally Darkness (in Latin). At the time, Terra and Tenebris were none the wiser about this and Terra wasn’t happy that his sister was denied occupancy. Tenebris went back home to be with her parents while Terra continued on with Eraqus. Terra meeting Aqua and befriending her made him forget about his sister and feel better about studying under Eraqus. Creating the bond of Eraqus as the ‘honorary father’. Back home, Tenebris went to middle school (high school – AUS), and this is when she started to change and show early signs of who she is today. She had a very ‘exclusive’, ‘status quo’ friendship group who would pick on other people. Tenebris only remained friends with these people for about 1.5 years, until a huge disagreement happened and Tenebris left the group (she was the troublemaker). In her upper years, Tenebris studied law and politics, as well as many other English subjects, with only one maths subject. This is the reason why Tenebris is very well spoken and lot sharper than her brother Terra. She also knows how to say the right words to appeal to people, but then can mistreat them, finding the right time to show her true colours. From Terra speaking to his mum on occasions, this is how he found out about Tenebris’ change and became shocked, realising the legitimacy of Eraqus denying her. Hearing that Terra recovered from his darkness underwhelmed Tenebris, but then angered her. Terra’s principals and beliefs were nothing like hers, and she often thought of her brother as a failure, saying bad things about him to other people that she met.

Opposites (Terra/Tenebris):

Terra – May not have been worthy of becoming a Keyblade Master back then; has potential now. Tenebris – Could have become a Keyblade Master (if a wielder) back then; evil and corruption has taken over her life today.

Terra – His darkness wasn’t his fault; he was tricked and deceived by others, and even then, not given ample opportunities to prove himself. Tenebris – She was treated well in her early life and given plenty of opportunities; the road to darkness was her choice.

Terra – Gentle nature, kind-hearted, genuine, soft spoken, slightly ditsy at times. Tenebris – Social butterfly, overly-enthusiastic, may come across as aggressive at times, deceptive, cunning, sharp, good with words.

Terra – Traditional outlook, traditional clothing. Tenebris – Modern/High-Corporate beliefs and principals, trendy clothing.

Terra – Has a few friends (Aqua and Ventus esp.); keeps them for a long time (if not for good). Tenebris – Has many people claiming to be her friends; only ‘uses’ them when needed; she's high profile but has no good, loyal friends.

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Tumblr extra: Here is a comparison in appearances for Terra and Tenebris:

[evergreen-dryad]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 신의 탑 | Tower of God Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Khun Aguero Agnis/Twenty-Fifth Baam | Jyu Viole Grace Characters: Khun Aguero Agnis, Twenty-Fifth Baam | Jyu Viole Grace, Rachel (Tower of God), Headon (Tower of God), David Hockney (Tower of God), Ship Leesoo, Androssi Zahard, Hatsu (Tower of God), Anak Zahard Jr., Hwa Ryun, Mata (Tower of God) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Sirens, Deals with the Fae, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Body Possession, almost turns into a daemon au, Animal Transformation, Fairy Tale Elements, Witches, Deception, because it's rachel, Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, POV Multiple, Injury, Magic Summary:

The tales have warned before not to make deals with the fae. Especially those that are beautiful, and dangerous, and related to the sea-witch.

Viole finds he doesn't care, as he stares into the deep blue eyes of the Khun siren. He's going to risk it for their happily-ever-afters.

(In which there's a voyage over the sea, and falling in love. Khun Aguero Agnis somehow, inevitably, becomes the lighthouse for Viole Grace, and there are deals involved with legs. And a happily-ever-after.)

//here’s the thing I’ve been working on in August! Hence the silence. Enjoy~

Outwards, it is lonely dark water. The crunch of ice echoes around him as his craft moves through them slowly. In the distance, whalesong shudders.

Viole keeps an eye out. They've all been warned of the dangers.

Tales tell of fantastic creatures rising up from the sea, singing of your heart's desire. They sing in such a way to pluck out your heart, that you no longer know yourself or your right mind.

They always end with the poor soul drowning.

Though, Viole has doubts that entire shiploads can go missing, going from some of these embellished tales.

He had been following the voice over many leagues now. The voice that now winds into his ears, as sure as a shining thread of light.

Viole had stopped counting after the last fortnight had gone by in a blur. Bleak open water all around — it was easy enough to feel life was all a dream. The horizon always far away, destination unknown.

He sighs, burying his nose into his furs.

"Not too long now, Rachel," he murmurs out loud. "I'll see you again soon." Viole had found that talking out loud actually made him feel less like he was losing his mind, like uncorking a bottle the sea had deposited deep within him.

Birds swoop overhead, cawing furiously as they divebomb the water. It is that time of the day where the sun is almost directly overhead. Hunting time for the animals, but for Viole it is time to sleep. He retreats back into his cabin gratefully. Even here, the sunlight can be searing. He had found that out the hard way, back when he'd been starting out.

Back when he'd begun this journey to find a witch, for Rachel's legs.

Rachel, who might never run and laugh again, and walk on her own two legs to find her fortune. It had hit her especially hard because she was the only child.

Only children rarely fare well in the stories, so she had told Viole. Especially if one of their parents die and remarry and give them a stepsibling. They fare even worse if they're the oldest, she said, in that gloomy tone of voice that said she was ready to go off for a long sulk. And Viole didn't like that.

"I'll go," he said quickly before it looked like she'd start crying. "I'll go and be your legs. And - I'll look for your fortune, Rachel."

She'd brightened.

There were hedge witches, but they apparently did not know the magics needed for deep healing. So he'd travelled the other direction of the crossroads instead, to the coast.

(He was afraid to go too far from Rachel. Somewhere too far from all he'd known. )

But here he was anyway, set adrift in an unfriendly sea. Viole had never really had the chance to visit the ocean much before, but he found with a few rough starts he was actually a pretty good hand at sailing. He knew ropes well. The rest were adjusting the various parts of the ship he’d rented on the fly.

If he could just find a sea witch, he returns to his thoughts drowsily, perhaps even the fabled sea witch, of which the info broker said the sirens are abundant—

(“A Khun siren could probably do the trick,” Shibisu said pensively over folded hands. A critical glance went over him. “But are you sure? They’re known to be vicious and exacting.”)

—then they could swap Rachel’s bad legs for good ones.

They had to.

Making deals with any of the fae was bad enough, let alone with a witch, but Viole is nothing but determined to pay the price.

(If like repels like, then surely like can cancel out like?)

Sleep drags him down into its depths. The voice spirals along with him, and Viole dreams of sky-blue expanses.

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At night, the voice echoes even clearer over the waves. It reverberates, bouncing off the icebergs almost eeriely, till Viole can feel the notes of the siren song hooking into his chest. Four clear notes, always the same. He didn’t understand why, but it was his only clue.

It seemed he was the only person who could hear it too. When he asked Hockney, the guy who rented him the craft, he’d shaken his head and looked at him oddly. And Hockney had eagle eyes who could see storms coming from far-off.

Maybe Viole’s special talents lay in hearing the unseen.

He gazes upwards at the sky, holding out his hands to measure the space between stars. He’s only approximating where he thinks he needs to go, after all. But he does have to make sure he doesn’t just sail right back where he came from, or fall off the edge of the earth.

How far will he need to go?

He had reached ice. He had never known there was even ice beyond the sea that bordered them. What would be beyond all this? His teeth were chattering.

.

Only the desperate can hear them. This was what the singing of the Khuns was renowned for — the lure they maintained, for their desolate icy kingdom.

Aguero Agnis knew this. He had watched the dark shape of the boat come over the waves, steering by night.

Hunger simmered deep within his bones, his tail shifting impatiently. He knows a chance when he sees it. Perhaps it’s not his, but he will take it. He had borrowed power for the occasion, after all.

He will be nothing more than his father's lackey if he stays under here.

There is not a single thing that truly belongs to him. All undersea belonged to his father, where the ice breathed and shone.

There's nothing more he hates than drowning alive. They know all about killing people, things slowly.

They are Khuns. They do not do things otherwise. They hunt with the killer whales, beating in the prey in a shell of bubbles.

This Khun, however, has no intention of following the same rules.

Softly, he unspooled the lure, note after note. The moon above, magnifying his every ulululation.

 Yes, come, little fish.

It was coming to the ice shelf, the boat scraping through, slowing down.

It was easy enough for Aguero to hide under the sheet ice, their colouring naturally lending them camouflage in this world of blues and greys.

He flicked his tail in agitation. He couldn't get a clear visual without giving himself away, but he could hear the whistling breath of the human overhead, as it strained. The rhythm by which it rowed, its oars scraping and carving against the broken-up bits of ice.

Here it comes now, the prey over the waters. Aguero peers upwards through a small disc of air—

—and sees a young man, dark hair tied up in a little tail.

Why, if he isn't a lean one. The shape of his fate had a body like a fisherman. This was the hook he had fashioned for himself, and now all he had to do was throw himself upon it, and up the line and sinker he would go.

I will bend fate to my will. Moonbeams travelled down the runes he’d casted, etched into the grooves of his skin.

Now then, how could he make a grand entrance?

[prettykidblog1-blog]

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[cosmicallynightmarish]

Information on my partner's appearance requested by him, since he cannot see himself in our shared mental space as I can, naturally.

Please forgive any mistakes contained within; as you may have noticed, this is quite long, and as such it is not much fun to read over for the sake of combing for mistakes.

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Overall, he has what certainly can be seen as an imposing figure. From a distance, all detail is gone, yet his height and size remain obvious; he is taller than I am, much taller than this body, a black silhouette framed by his cloak with the same look as a fantastical king or emperor in a stereotypical great furred cloak, though his is topped instead with black feathers. He is, all together, a singular black shadow before one gets closer, a silhouette, as if one had taken a photograph of him and cut him out from it, or painted over him. His presence, however, is not so imposing as he has instead a rather hazy one, all his would-be-intimidating features are rounded by his energetic presence of a sort of patience, gentleness, an absence caused by waiting - waiting for others to make the first move before he enters into a situation or, in this case, setting. All energy, of course, and not about his personality. He is like a great figure painted on a wall: approachable, harmless, until the viewer has had time to become used to his existence as, after, he starts to become a multidimensional entity once again. This is not to say he is wholly absent of imposing energy, as he can hold a certain searing, bright energy that seems to threaten to consume that which resonates below its level, and his size can leave him towering over others.. But, he restrains his presence habitually, I believe.

Moving closer, details begin to appear as well as skin, though the black of his hair and clothes remain void-like, deep black. Physically he is of a larger build; I know that he has mostly chosen to present himself in that way. His skin is tanned and slightly darker than this body's, although it remains unclear to my perception.. Generally, he stays in the same sort of clothing, loosely fitting, comfortable, black and gold: a simple, long-sleeved black top either unbuttoned or loosened at the top, showing either a little skin or more of his chest, given his mood, I suppose, and pants of a style I am somewhat unfamiliar with, "loose", again, being the word I would have to choose. There is a certain level of unclarity surrounding his cloak, whether it is like a large coat, or more of a cape, and I believe, if I were to guess, he appreciates and fuels the ambiguity. This is where the gold accents come in, also ambiguous, interestingly. As far as I can see, I believe it tends to mostly be as a large coat, wide sleeves, very fantastical, and he chooses to drape it over his shoulders, since sometimes his forearms are bared though it remains loosely on him. Thick hair, speaking of, ubiquitously so, suggesting actually a certain sort of inhumanity in the way that they seem to be a manifestation of his inhuman nature, as opposed to being something which simply reminds me of something beyond human. His arms and legs betray his inhumanity too, and I suspect his eyes as well, though I shall return to those later.

His hands are strangely birdlike. I struggle to see them, they are vague, and the image grows weaker the more intensely I look upon it. Regardless, his nails suggest bird claws if only through being claws instead of nails, as opposed to being fully curved as bird claws are. Black, not painted, that organic, brown-tinted black with flecks of other colours in lines.. His hands and fingers are not necessarily beyond human, only fitting a person of his size, whatever that entails. Perhaps more defined than typical hands. There is an elegance to the inhumanity, I suppose, subtle as it is. Although I believe his legs should change between human and goat-like, I can only see them now as the latter. I know they have been the former; perhaps right now the latter resonates with him more. His goat-like legs are covered in thick black fur so that no skin is visible, with cooler undertones than his nails, lighter-coloured hooves, though they escape my vision almost literally, playing around like astral matter absent of the need to explain themselves to me, explanation being their manifestation.. That is to say that they seem to exist to describe something, and I do not need to know the exact details of what they are describing, hence I cannot see them clearly, and so they shift between different appearances in my sight. The fur seems to begin at his upper thighs, vague as that knowledge is. Ah, and likely unimportant.

Moving closer in, details become more obvious, although I should perhaps say that moving closer in brings about a more 'real' form, since it seems like those details cease existing as I move further away. He is approximately as he draws himself; I say "approximately" since the lack of clarity in both of our visions leads to the inevitable endpoint of close-yet-never-entirely-accurate approximations. I can see, closely, a thick-haired beard and moustache which trail off slightly into the neck, framing such a serious expression in the lips, strange to be able to read his expression simply from those, but I believe his eyes being generally obscured lends to the emphasis on energetic expression through other means. That facial hair in itself gives a sharp and pointed impression beyond what it may actually look like. Stereotypically villainous, almost, if I may be light in my assessment. Sharper than it actually is shaped, nonetheless; less defined in reality, giving the energetic impression that it is more defined. A prominent nose, slightly birdlike. He affects his appearance in regards to it somewhat consciously, the bird comparison is his own self-sight manifested, his own view of himself as a spirit pushed into his existence. I suspect that when he becomes more birdlike it perhaps becomes more hooked, but I have yet to observe him in that state as I am observing him now. There is a specific impression of light ageing on his skin, both upon his face and his hands. Light wrinkles and creases, suggesting that he in this human form is perhaps in his early thirties or so. His eyes, to finish with his face, are.. Absent. I cannot pierce that shadowed veil across them. Granted, it was a prominent veil a few weeks ago, near-literal, a black bar across them like an energetic blindfold, and now it is more so an absence of sight. If I strain to see closer, it would seem his eyes do have black or near-black sclera with small, pupil-less, ivory-gold irises, like small holes in thick black paper held against the Sun's light. I am quite unsure, however. I have seen his eye in the sky on multiple occasions, and I see quite often what looks like his eye in this body's left eye in mirrors, but I cannot see clearly his own body's eyes..

Oh yes, long hair at the moment. Large waves well-kept or, rather, giving the appearance of being naturally totally healthy. Down to his chest, mid-torso, at the front, perhaps slightly longer at the back. Very dark. A closer look unveils slight dark brown details, lifting it in places from the ubiquitous sea of void-black into a semblance of reality. His hair tends to fade into liquid - generally rain, if not always so - for reasons unknown, and, while I have not seen that happen clearly, it still gives the impression, especially towards the ends and in the pools of deep black colour, of being beyond physical, mundane hair. It becomes something more than hair, and, as far as I have gathered, this seems to be why it naturally manifests so long. What else? Thick eyebrows, more of a fleeting memory of an impression than a true, real-time glance given the fall into the obscuring of his eyes.

Wings and tail, these are interesting. It feels as if I am seeing his vision of himself through my own eyes, and yet, this vision is of his back, which he should not be able to see. Regardless of logic, that strange feeling remains; it is like suddenly seeing him through a screen as opposed to in front of me, as if it is not first-hand anymore. There is an impression of this being an earlier time, too. Perhaps this was how he was before we met, or before this body. I would like to see his wings and tail; I know from his experience he has had them, but they are vague - at least, they are vague now in this present time. There is also a sense of.. Withdrawing from touch. As if this represents a part of him that his soul wishes to keep hidden, shying away from the light like a nocturnal animal, anxiously vicious, or defensive. An impression of these loose feathers upon his back leading to his wings being of some sort of energy much different to his bright, near-divine glow, and that his lingering will in this snapshot tells that I should not touch it, nor come any closer. Odd. I have tactile memories, however, of running my fingers through those feathers, glossy, healthy, the sheen in the black a blur of greens and blues. I feel, too, that I have seen them, strange and fleeting memories, but I cannot piece them together. I shall return to them - and his tail - another time.

Before publishing: I can see them now, such a glossy, rich black, reminding me of cold, swirling water in thickness though they do not move. I cannot explore much further as doing so seems to scatter their image, but they hold such a lovely energy. I shall leave them be.

[sweet-cool-twins]

KyouTen Fanfic: Raimon Jr High

Summary: Matsukaze Tenma enrols into Raimon Jr High! Join her on her adventures while she tackles club activities, meet new friends, and fall in love? Plus, the bully, Tsurugi Kyousuke, from her elementary school enrols into Raimon with her! Wait. He's nice now! IEGO Rewritten as a Shoujo High School Romance series. Fem!Tenma, KyouTen and other pairings.

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13237659/1/Raimon-Jr-High

So like I went to watch Inazuma Eleven go galaxy just to catch Kusaka x Morimura moments (they are the cutest canon couple, fight me), and I just checked the last episode. Ten Made Todoke (GO OP1) played at the end, which like had me full on nostalgia and they even included episodes from GO and Chrono Stone and brought back Tenma's dribbles (which he is great at, practiced a lot back in the 1st episode I remember) and like OF COURSE I'LL GET FULL ON NOSTALGIA, U CANT DO THIS TO ME. Hence, I started to rewatch GO to relief this feeling, which made me really missed my childhood (more like teenage-hood whatever you call it) and how much my life has changed compared to like 8 years ago (gosh it's been so long). So I kinda want to relief this story-writing part back in my life. Without further ado, click on read more to start reading! :)

Disclaimer: I seriously, 100%, totally don't even own the charas, their backgrounds, their clothes, their whatever. My name is not Hino and I'm not even Japanese. There's a Shugo Chara part which I had taken for this story (if anyone does recognize it -cries-). Lots of genderbend characters. You've been warned.

Matsukaze Tenma, a girl with brown wavy hair styled in swirls like the wind, length that reaches down to her back, tan skin and sky blue eyes. Today was the first day in her new school as a first year. Wearing her uniform for the appropriate year, she left her house owned by her relative, Aki, and dashed down towards the gate of the school. She stood there eyeing the lightning sign at the top of the school building and smiled to herself with much determination.

Finally, her hard work paid off. She was able to get into the school of her choice, Raimon Junior High. She could not help but smiled wider. It was just then when she heard someone calling her.

"Tenma!" She turned her head to her side and saw her childhood best friend sprinting towards her, her left arm high in the air waving at her.

"Aoi!" Aoi, a short blue haired girl wearing the exact same uniform as Tenma. The bluenette stopped in front of her friend and gave a light pat on her shoulder,

"You made it to this school too, ne?" It was both their aim to study in Raimon.

"Nhn!" The brown haired girl nodded. The two girls walked into the school, heading to the signboard where they will know which class they would be in, before making their way to the hall where all students will be briefed about the start of their year in Raimon.

Tenma took a sit on her chair in the hall. She sighed, Aoi was not only not in the same class as her, the class bully back in her elementary school, Tsurugi Kyousuke, was in the same class as her! He was known for bullying students in the same class as him. Back in her elementary school, she was not in the same class that was why she was not targeted, but he still shook fear in the hearts of every student in the school. How did he get into Raimon, Tenma didn't know, but now that he was enrolled here and allocated to her class, Tenma could only fear of what was to come. Tenma shook her head. It'll work out somehow! Dont think about him anymore. Hm!

"Ah...! Tenma-san! I can't believe you are here!" An extremely short girl that could pass for a Pikachu, jumped on to a chair beside Tenma. She had bronze coloured hair with a blue headband to pull her short pig tails upwards, and leaving bangs on her forehead.

"Ano...do I know you?" Tenma asked curiously.

"I'm from the same class as you back in elementary school! Nishizono Shinsuke! I look up to you so much, Tenma-san!" Shinsuke said with a high pitch voice from how happy she was in meeting Tenma.

"Hehe...Nice to meet you, Shinsuke. You may drop the -san actually. I'm not used to people calling me with -san." Tenma whispered to keep the conversation to just the both of them. Her cheeks blushing from both the praise and the people looking at them after the sudden shouts from Shinsuke.

"Waaa...I get to call Tenma-san without a -san! I'm so lucky!" She dazed off to dreamland which Tenma giggled at the girl's cuteness. She was really looking forward to classes with her. Especially since her allocated seat was beside Tenma, and students in the same class sit in the same row.

"Students, listen up." A voice sounded from the speakers, drawing everyone's attention. An adult stood on the stage with a podium in front of him, he spoke through the microphone. "I'm your principal, Hirai. Thank you all for coming. Today's your first day of the year, I know all will be nervous, don't worry. The teachers and student councilors will help you if needed. I wish you all the best. I'll now let our student council president address you." Squeals were heard at the front of the hall. A boy, with a dark brown wavy hair reaching to his shoulders walked up on stage where Principal Hirai was. The squeals became louder and names could now be heard in between,

"Shindou-san~!" "Takuto-sama~!" "Shin-sama~!"

Weird names for a student council president, he seems to be ignoring those squeals. Tenma thought silently.

"Wa...! H-he's so handsome...!" Tenma could hear Shinsuke mumbling to herself. Well, Tenma had to say, he was attractive, and a student council president to boot. Almost like a representation of an Anime prince. Tenma could not help but be mesmerized by him too.

"I'm Shindou Takuto. Your student council president-"

"I-I'm Nishizono Shinsuke! You're very handsome, Shindou-senpai! Please let me be your girlfriend!" The shorty jumped up from her chair and stood tip-toeing on it to stand out from the crowd and to get Shindou's attention. Everyone in the audience stared at Shinsuke, wide eyed by her sudden exclamation. Even Tenma was speechless. Shindou, however, closed his eyes and said firmly,

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in dating right now."

"Oh...it's ok! Maybe next time!" Shinsuke answered back with a cheerful voice, as if the embarrassing situation didn't happened at all. She jumped back to a sitting position and sat there quietly, listening to Shindou continue.

"Shinsuke, why did you do that? You embarrassed yourself!" Tenma whispered to Shinsuke, drowning out Shindou's speech and focusing on her new friend.

"I learned it from you, Tenma! We should be straight forward with our feelings! You said that to a girl from your class who was having love troubles!"

"Shinsuke..." Tenma wondered if Shinsuke actually got the meaning of her words. She giggled, her new found friend was cute and funny.

"Students, look for your names and sit at your assigned seats." Their homeroom teacher, Otonashi Haruna, pointed at the screen where it showed the students sitting arrangement. Tenma, Shinsuke, and their classmates, entered the classroom in an orderly manner, took a glance at the screen and headed to their respective seats. Tenma looked for her name, she was assigned to the fourth table from the first row near the window which has a view of the soccer field outside. She was walking down the first row from the front of the classroom when she noticed a familiar navy blue hair, tied in a weird looking high pony tail, boy sitting in the seat beside her assigned seat. Tenma turned to double check the screen and saw 'Tsurugi Kyousuke' written in a box beside her name.

No, no...Anything but that! It was already a bad thing when Shinsuke's seat was at the front of the room, in the middle at that! She was too far! She turned her head back, seeing Tsurugi staring outside the window. Unlike the normal Raimon male uniform, he was wearing purple coloured pants and cape. A red shirt with slevees rolled up to his elbow and wristbands of the colour, red and white respectively. He gave off an intimidating aura like a gangster. Tenma gulped. It'll work out somehow! Tenma said to herself before walking forward and sat on her seat. She felt Tsurugi's eyes on her for a long time before the boy finally spoke,

"You're Matsukaze aren't you?" Tenma felt her heart thumping in nervousness as she turned her head and answered,

"Yes." Her voice seemed to sound alright. Tsurugi leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms, his eyes looked to the front of the class,

"Tsurugi Kyousuke." He introduced himself, even though Tenma already knew his name, "You're my partner for the rest of the year. Let's work hard together."

"R-right..." Tenma was stunned, where did his bullying personality go? He should have whispered into her ear to meet him after school to bash her up or steal her money, but none of that happened. He just introduced himself that was all. Was this a trick to get Tenma to let her guard down? That's not right. Tsurugi is usually straight forward in his bullying. What happened to him? She turned back to the board, drowning out Haruna's explanations about their exams. Somehow, Tenma was not afraid of Tsurugi.

"Shinsuke, I want you to meet my other friend, Aoi." Tenma said to Shinsuke as they walked down the hallway to another classroom which was Aoi's classroom. It was their break time and Tenma wanted her new found friend to meet her childhood friend.

"Wa...! I get to meet Tenma's friend! Is she the blue haired girl?" Tenma nodded, since Shinsuke already knows about Aoi, there was no need for much introductions.

"Are you Nishizono Shinsuke?" Someone else spoke. The two looked to their front to find the student council president, Shindou standing in front of them. The two widened their eyes in shock. The student council president, the handsome and popular student council president was standing in front them!

"S-Shindou-senpai!" They both exclaimed. Wow he's so prince like in person! Tenma and Shinsuke mentally commented in unison. Shindou gave a warm smile which increased his princely handsomeness. Tenma and Shinsuke could not help but blush.

"I'm here about back there in the hall." Tenma and Shinsuke snapped out of the trance Shindou unknowingly put them in.

"Oh it's ok, Shindou-senpai! I'm sorry for my sudden outburst because of how handsome you look!" Shinsuke replied by trying to reassure to Shindou, even though her weird reasoning, that he need not be guilty for the rejection. Shindou chuckled which made both the girls to blush even redder.

"No, It's really my fault. I don't want other girls to try and win my heart so I had to say that. Sorry if I was too offensive."

"Ah! I-it's ok! T-totally fine with it! Heh heh..." Shinsuke scratched the back of her head. It really was a pleasure to have the student council president apologize to her.

"I'm glad. Though I still feel guilty for my actions, you may call me whenever you want if you need help. Here's my number." The brown haired boy held out two slips of papers to the two girls who took them with sparkles in their eyes.

"Ne, Shindou-senpai. You must be very popular based on the squeals this morning." Tenma asked. Shindou looked bashful as he replied,

"I'm not trying to be boastful but yes, I was voted the most popular recently. Although I don't like having that title. My best friend is more like you two actually, a normal student. I feel bad that she has to go through all this popularity with me. She says she's never bothered by it."

"I see...I thought you would have a friend who is equally in popularity as you." Shindou shook his head,

"Nope." Shindou checked his watch, "Sorry, I have a meeting with the other councillors."

"Nhn! Thanks for the number! Bye Shindou-senpai!" The two first years waved at Shindou's retreating figure who also waved back.

"Bye." He turned around and walked off, leaving Tenma and Shinsuke to watch him leave with a dazed off look on their eyes. He even looked beautiful from behind...This story has been sitting in my drafts since 2013. Cuz it's a chapter fic plus my high school entrance exams, I could not put in too much effort into it. Majority of the fic was in drafts but the idea and uncompleted plans were roughly there. It really was the most planned fic I had and I was very proud it. The first few (including this) were already written. Just never evaluated. And how grateful I am for not uploading that time. My writings were so cringey. So now this fic finally got to see the light of day with hopefully less cringey sentences. Hopefully everyone (new or old IE fans) will love it.

A little note written by my past self. :P I know I could at least complete my other chapter stories, but I really like the idea of this and decided to type it out! It came in a dream. It's instead of their life involving around soccer, I'm writing about their lives in school. Everyone are in different clubs. It's sort of yaoi, the ukes are genderbend. Don't ask why they are girls. The dream made them girls so I followed my dream. If not, I'm going to get very messed up with the story. The girls look like the picture in zerochan which showed all the guys genderbend. The ukes look like that, well some of them look like the picture. Depends. (What was I even writing about -_-'')

Thanks everyone for reading this! I hope you all like it. Sorry if it's a little bit weird, please bear with me for this. I'm not used to writing school life stories. Please review~! (Again I have no shame -_-"")

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Night Time in NYC

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3645

Summary: Simon has no sense of direction and ends up lost in his recent home city of New York. But a helpful stranger offers to get him home. Based on "kiss that was regretted/more than one kiss" request.

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AN: Once again, Theo returns with the ridiculous and cheesy snowbaz fic. This is just pure tooth rotting fluff for all your fanperson needs. Hardly any angst at all really. Just Simon and Baz being pining idiots. After writing the The Sailor and The Siren I needed to do something simple and sweet. I had a lot of fun with it, cause who doesn't love uber fluff? :)

Simon

I don’t know where I am. Which is normal, but usually harmless. I can use Google maps to find where I’m going. But my shitty phone has decided to completely die on me. I hit in a desperate attempt to revive it. And it stays a dead brick.

“Shit,” I hiss.

Godammit. I should’ve accepted Penny and Micah’s offer for a ride home. But no, I decided to be fucking noble and self sacrificing and walk back to campus.

Alone.

In New York City.

At one in the morning.

I’m an idiot.

I think I’m walking in the generally right direction. But I don’t recognise anything. I’ve been living here for a less than a month so I still get lost. Numbered streets are easy, my arse.

From the distance, in the general silence, I hear noise. Muffled, but noise. People! Somewhere open. Where I can find someone with a phone and call a cab to get home! Thank every god for all night places in New York fucking City.

Following with my ears, I head towards some low rise brick buildings. As I go down a long dark alleyway (I’m going to get stabbed), the noise gets louder, stopping in front of a metal door. Thumping electronic music comes from behind it. Must be some nightclub. Aht bright red emergency exit sign hangs over it. Normally, I’d just leave and not risk going through a bloody emergency exit. But I’m beyond desperate. So I turn the handle

Holy shit. It’s like the TARDIS, bigger on the inside. Strobing multi coloured lights fill the massive room. I’m immediately engulfed in a sea of people. They’re all milling about around me. Talking, dancing, drinking. Dear lord, is this is what a real night club is like? It’s freaky. I don’t like it.

I shove my way through the bustling people, trying to find the bar. I bump into a guy and mumble “excuse me.”

“Hey sugar,” he says, taking my wrist, “why don’t you take off your coat and stay awhile?”

I blink rapidly, then look behind me to make sure he’s actually talking to me. “Um, what?”

He raises an eyebrow, smile seductive and obviously trying to tempt me. “I said why don’t you take your coat off? You can’t really find a guy in that.”

“Oh, uh, I’m not here...for that.”

He lifts both brows. “Then why are you in a gay dance club?”

Oh. Oh shit...

I look around the club. It’s mostly populated by impossibly buff men in tight shirts, standing very close and obviously talking in low, seductive voices. This is definitely a gay club. Not that I have a problem with gay people. (I’ve never given much thought to my sexuality, but I’m probably not 100% straight.) It’s just very unfamiliar and a bit intimidating. I’ve never been in straight club, let alone a gay one. And being so lost and stressed out, I don’t really feel like being flirted with right now.

“I uh, I...I gotta go,” I stutter out.

I rush off towards the bar. Maybe the bartender has a mobile I can borrow. Or maybe I’ll be thrown out for not paying. That would suck. I practically crash into smooth black counter, panting slightly. Fuck, the heat of the club plus my coat is not helping my stress levels. I hang my head, breathing slowly. I could really, really use something good right now.

“Hello,” someone with a posh British accent says next to me. “How are you?”

I turn to my left, and my heart promptly stops.

He’s gorgeous. Like, supermodel gorgeous. With cheekbones sharper than Benedict Cumberbatch, shining reddish-gold skin, and eyes like a goddamn hurricane. His relatively long black hair is slicked back like some old movie vampire. But it’s a weirdly good look on him. Makes him look sexy and sort of mysterious. His black t-shirt is tight on his defined chest. Equally dark jeans hug him in all the right places. The way he leans on the bar is confident but not cocky. Just self-assured. And it’s so, so hot. (80% straight maybe.)

“H-Hi,” I stutter. “Can you help me? I’m...lost.”

He cocks a perfect eyebrow. “But now you’ve met me and found your way? How sweet and cheesy.”

“No. I mean, I’m trying to get home, and I’m really lost. Like I don’t know where I am.”

Now both brows shoot up to his stark widow’s peak. His face convulses strangely for a second, then he suddenly bursts out laughing. He doubles over holding his stomach. My blush reaches my ears.

“Nevermind,” I grumble.

I turn to leave, but a slender fingered hand grabs my shoulder. I stop, mostly from the jolt his touch sends through my system.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, laughing toned down. “How can I help?

I sigh, but still turn back to him. “I’m trying to get to Amsterdam and West 114th but my phone’s dead and I’ve never been in this area before and I’m obviously not a local and I just moved here like a month ago. So...I’m lost.”

“But, the streets are numbered.” His eyebrow furrow is so fucking cute. (Wait, no, focus Simon!)

“You’d be surprised at my ability to get turned around.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his thin lip. “Understood. That’s Columbia, right? I know how to get there. It’s not that far. I’ll walk you.”

“Oh! No! You don’t have to. I mean, I don’t want to ruin your night.”

He waves his hand dismisvely. “I’m bored anyway. And I don’t want to risk you getting my directions then turning to the opposite way. C’mon, I need to get my coat.”

He motions me to follow, and strangely enough, I do. We squeeze through the bustling, sweaty crowd. The man bobs and weaves like a slinky snake. His body is so lithe, it’s incredible. We end up at the actual entrance, which has a coat check. Strange Man talks to the attractive behind the counter. He’s all smooth looks and easy words. I sort of envy him.

I expect the coat guy to hand him a fine wool jacket, or some versace coat (do they make coats?) But to my utter shock, he’s handed a puffy bright green ski coat. It’s not ugly per se. Just, kind of normal. This guy looks some seductive romance novel vampire. People like that aren’t supposed to wear a coat with ripped seams that squeezes his waist to make him look like a green Michelin Man. He leaves a tip for the coat guy and signals for me to follow. I scurry up to him.

“C’mon,” he says cheerily, “let’s go.”

We walk past a very intimidating bouncer and back out into the frigid New York air. Mystery man lets out a long exhale, breath clouding in front of his face. He motions for me to follow him up the street. It’s a bit difficult to keep up with his long legs.

“So,” I say after a long stretch of silence, “do you have a name?”

He flicks his grey eyes over to me. “Yes. Would you like to hear it?”

Okay, so he’s a total smartarse. Why do I find that frustrating yet attractive? “Sure, if you feel up to it,” I deadpan.

He smirks, chuckling slightly. “I’m Baz. And you are?”

“Simon, Simon Snow.”

“Hm. Interesting name.” His tone is shows the slightest twinge of interest. It makes my heart stutter a bit. “So how did you end up accidentally wandering into a gay nightclub?”

I look at the ground sheepishly. “Uh, I was out with my friends at some karaoke place. They offered to give me a ride but their place is in the opposite direction, so I said I could go on my own. But then my phone died, so I just wandered into the closest place with people. Hence...”

“Hence the gay nightclub.”

I shrug. “Yeah. Not my smartest move.”

He shrugs too. It’s somehow more graceful than mine. “Well, you found me. So I’d say it was a pretty smart move.”

I flick my eyes over to him, just for a moment. His smile is only slight, but it’s there. I turn away again, too embarrassed to keep looking at him.

“Why were you in the club?” I ask quickly, aching to fill the even brief silence.

Baz sighs and kicks the sidewalk with his polished boot. “My stupid friend/roommate's idea. He keeps pestering me to go out and meet someone. I finally snapped and said I’d go to this club tonight if he’d stop bugging me.”

“Oh. Sorry for taking you away from it...”

He waves dismissively again, the exact same motion as earlier. “I told you, I was bored. No one there interested me. I’d much rather be home with my books.”

That catches my attention. Books? Movie vampire guy loves books? I thought he’d spend his time practicing smoldering expressions in the mirror. “You a bookworm?”

“That’s what Niall calls me. He says my library puts Oxford and Cambridge to shame.”

“What do you read?”

He sighs noncommittally. “Lots of stuff, I guess. Mostly historical texts though. I like English language development, how it evolved over time. Just a hobby though.”

Wow, what a hobby, I think immediately. He reminds me way too much of Penny. Learning weird shit just for fun. I just stick to what I’m good at, never straying from my numbers. But he tries different things. I find it just as admirable in him as I do in her. Maybe just a bit more, because I don’t find Penelope unbelievably attractive. (65% straight, tops).

We walk past a raised cement beam. Out of habit, I jump up to walk on it. (I always take an opportunity to jump around. Penny calls me a child.) Baz looks at me strangely. But I like being up here. It gives me a better view of him.

“So,” I say dragging out the vowel. “You’re English like me, right?”

He raises a brow. (He seems to be really good at that.) “Accent gave that away huh?”

I roll my eyes like Penny does.“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. Where are you from in England?”

“Hampshire, originally. You?”

“London. I came here for school.”

“I did as well. You go to Columbia, right? Or we’re walking to the wrong campus.”

I chuckle and look away nervously. “Uh, yeah. For maths.”

“Wow, impressive. That’s a tough program to get into.”

I turn back to him. His eyes are wide with genuine impressed awe, one lip corner quirked up in a smile. My cheeks feel hot. I hope I’m not too red. “T-Thanks. It's difficult but, interesting.”

"I'm glad to hear.

I reach the end of the beam and jump down, swinging around a lamp pole. I land right in front of him and stumble on a crack on the sidewalk. Suddenly, he catches me, hands clasping both my forearms. He looks at me wide eyed, now loose black strands falling in front of them. (The hair gel isn’t that strong I guess.) The sensation of his touch shoots up my nerves so quickly and intensely I nearly fall again. Before I do, I pull away, walking next to him again. Though I think we’re a little closer. Not sure if he’s moved towards me or I’ve moved towards him

“Where do you go?” I ask, voice rapid and even more nervous.

Baz bites at his lip anxiously. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out.”

My brow pinches together, mouth turning into a confused frown. “...alright?”

He looks at the ground, like I have many times tonight. “I...go to Juilliard.”

Oh. My. God. My jaw practically hits the floor. “Holy shit!”

“You promised not to freak out,” he groans, head rolling back

“You didn’t warn me it was fucking Juilliard! Are you like, a super talented actor? Or a future Broadway dancer?” I try not to imagine Baz in a tight black leotard (it’s very difficult).

Baz chuckles, shaking his head back and forth. “Nothing that exciting, sorry. I go there for music.”

“What do you play?”

“Violin.”

Strangely, I can see it. Baz with the instrument under his chin and stretched out across his long arm. Dragging the bow across the strings, grey eyes closed in concentration, humming along to the tune...

“Simon? Hello?”

I’m snapped out my stupid day dream. Baz is looking at me very confused. I turn away, hoping to hide the blush I know is increasing on my cheeks.

“That sounds really cool, actually.”

“Really?”

“Y-Yeah, really. Violin is fucking hard.”

“Thanks. Few people say that.”

I can’t help but smile, and neither can he apparently.

He cups his hands around his mouth and breathes out, air misting through his fingers. “This city is too fucking cold,” he mutters. He reaches into his coat pockets and draws out a pair of garishly orange knitted mittens. They have large holes in them where their maker dropped stitches. Baz notices me staring at them.

“What?” He says.

“Oh, uh, just...your gloves are...interesting.”

He giggles (fucking giggles, holy shit). “Yeah, I know. My younger sister made them for me before I left. To keep me warm. She’s only 7 though, so knitting her skills aren’t exactly perfect. The sentiment is what’s important though. Wearing them reminds me of her.”

What kind of guy wears shitty mittens made by his little sister just because he misses her? A perfect one, I think. (40% straight at most.) “That’s actually quite sweet.”

“Why thank you” he chuckles. “Do you have any siblings?”

My shoulders droop. “No. I...I don’t know who my parents are. Proper little orphan Annie here.”

“Oh. I’m very sorry.”

The look of pity on his face makes my heart hurt, but not in a good way. I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. I shrug all the way up to my ears. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Don’t need parents. Got my own little family now.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

I sigh, catching a pole and swinging around it far too dramatically. I need to stop for a second, gather my head. Baz stops too, looking at me curiously. “I mean, I’ve got friends who are way better than whoever abandoned me. Penelope, her boyfriend, Micah, Agatha, they care about me and I care about them. And Penny says family isn’t who your related to but who you love. So they’re my family, I guess. Closest I’ve got. Don’t need blood relations.”

I lift my head up from the ground. Baz is no longer looking at me with pity. I’m not sure how he’s looking now. Something between confusion, wonder, and...maybe admiration. I hope it’s admiration. I may be projecting though.

I let go of the pole, shoving my hands in my pockets and keeping my head down. “I-I don’t know, it’s dumb.”

“No,” Baz says firmly. “I don’t think so. It makes sense.”

I look up, just slightly. His grin is soft, caring and understanding. But it’s not small and sort of hidden like before. It’s wide and obvious and meant for me. If my blush was bad before it must be raging now.

“Thanks,” I say quietly.

We resume walking again. I don’t stoop as much. We stay in comfortable silence, but I sneak glances at Baz. His hair is completely loose now and falling in his face with a bit of a wave. It looks better actually. Makes him look more human, less out-of-reach gorgeous.

Just as we round a corner, I spot something familiar. A big ridiculous statue on top of a building glass building.

“Hey!” I say excitedly. “I know that thing! We’re really close.”

Baz squints at where I’m pointing, frowning in the most adorable way possible. “Ugh, I can’t see it. Hang on.”

He opens his coat and reaches into the inside pocket. To my utter astonishment, he pulls out a pair of rectangle wireframe glasses. Like that of a university professor or a librarian. Once he puts them on, he stops squinting. They rest on his long nose perfectly. And now Baz has made full transition from mysterious sexy club goer to violin playing, adorable little sister having, puffy coat wearing, language history nerd. Yet somehow, I like him even more than I did at first.

“Huh,” Baz says, “you’re right. I know it too. We just have to go through that gate across the street.” He turns to me and sees my slack mouthed expression. His brows push together adorably. “What? Is something wrong with my face?”

“Uh, no! It’s just...you wear glasses?”

He takes them off quickly. “Yeah. Well, I’m supposed to. I don’t usually though. I’m near sighted, so I can usually get away without them. They just make me look so bloody dorky.”

“I don’t think so,” I blurt out, immediately dropping my gaze to my feet. “I-I don’t think they look dorky. They look...nice. On you.”

I flick my eyes up quickly, just enough to catch the grin pulling at both sides of his lips.

“You flatter me too much,” he says in a slightly self deprecating tone.

“Only cause it’s true,” I reply quietly.

Baz spins the spectacles in his hands for a second, and instead of putting them back in his coat, he slides them up onto his forehead. Not exactly on his face but close. It’s actually quite cute. Like he’s a messy haired student. Which...I guess he is. Even if he’s a fancy Juilliard student.

Past the gate, we enter the Columbia campus. It’s beautiful, even at night. I like it. It’s greener than the rest of this glass and concrete city.

“Hey this is my building,” I say, grabbing Baz’s sleeve to stop him.

We freeze in front the lawn. Across the manicured grass is South Lawn, where they put all first year students. It’s huge and block-like and gorgeous. It reminds me of the Georgian buildings in England. Baz flips down his glasses and looks at it in awe, making a little whistle.

“Wow,” he whispers. “I’ve heard of Columbia buildings, but...wow”

“Yeah,” I chuckle. “Pretty neat.”

“Understatement of the century, Snow.” He puts his glasses back, looking down at me with a nervous smile. “So, I guess this is your stop.”

I shuffle my feet, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. Should probably get up there before my ro-”

Quick as lightning, Baz leans to my left and kisses my cheek. It’s so soft and light I barely feel it. Like a cool brush of wind against my skin. But my face still goes beet red. I look up. Baz resembles a terrified deer in the headlights, eyelids completely pulled back and lips hanging open.

“I-I, uh-,” he stutters out quietly. “Sorry. That was completely inappropriate. We’ve only just met, I just, I got caught up in the moment, and I guess I just decided to go for it. But I’m sorry that was-”

“You missed.” For once, my words are clear and precise. Baz’s sinking head snaps up, looking even more terrified than before.

“W-what did you say?”

I take a step closer to him. We’re barely a foot apart. I can feel his hot nervous breath on my skin. “You missed. Try a little more to my right this time, okay?”

Red darkens his lovely cheeks like a bashful schoolboy. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” I step even closer, tilting my head slightly to the side. “Seriously.”

He leans down, eyes fluttering shut. I stand on my toes, and we meet halfway.

His lips are soft and cool, lightly pressed against mine. It’s probably the most chaste kiss I’ve ever experienced. Yet I can feel it in every nerve in my body. Baz’s hand brushes against mine, and I move to hold it firmly. His other cups my cheek, thumb tracing over the skin. Our lips part slightly and slot together. And it just feels too right.

I pull back, as does Baz. I don’t want to get myself too worked up on a first date. (Is this a first date? Fuck if I know.) His eyes open only halfway. And his cheeks are so red they’d put Disney princesses to shame. I grin at him, and he grins back. I hold my open hand in front of him.

“Gimme your mobile,” I say. He raises an eyebrow. I sigh exasperatedly. “Look, I’d give you mine to put your number in, but as I mentioned before, it’s dead. So give me your’s so you can contact me again. That’s what you want right?”

His brow falls and his mouth forms an “o” shape. “Yeah, yeah of course.” He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a pristine white iPhone. Once unlocked, he hands it to me. “Here”

I giggle at his background. (It’s a violin pun). Quickly, I enter in my number under “Directionless Moron”, then give it to him. He throws his head back laughing at the contact name.

“Call me,” I say. “Or text me. Just...something me.”

Baz chuckles. “Don’t worry, I will. I definitely want to see you again.”

My grin threatens to split my face in half. I squeeze his hand. “Same here. Goodnight for now, Baz.”

“Goodnight, Simon.”

I walk off down the lawn. Just as I reach the door, I take one last look back. Baz is still standing there. He’s got his glasses on. I realise it’s so he can see me get into the building. To make sure I’m okay, or maybe just watch me. I give one last wave. He waves back. I practically skip the rest of my way to my room.

Man, what an incredible night.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it! Tbh Baz in glasses is my aesthetic so that's they it keeps showing up in my AUs. Honestly he'd look so good in them. Anyway, this was a lot of fun and I hope you all liked it :D

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I’m Back

Summary: Natsu welcomes Lucy home, in the way he knows best. NaLu Smut OneShot. 

Singspiration: If you fancy a laugh —> At Last - Etta James

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A/N: I was going to flesh this out a bit more, but I decided I’ve been late enough haha! I hope you enjoy your requested smut @nalufever  . Also, credit where credit is due to @keii  for her amazing NaLu art that gave me inspiration ;) This story is 10% some kind of plot and 90% smut. ;)  

-x-

She paused, a shuddering breath left passed her lips. Too much time had passed since she had left. A year to be exact.  Absence taught her that time moved slowly when parted from the second half of her soul.

Natsu.

He would be charging towards her any minute now. Finding her scent from miles away wasn’t unusual, it was in his nature. Rooted to the spot, Lucy couldn’t find it within her to move. Still debating what she was going to say, what could she say that would be believable. She had never lied to him before, technically it was lying by omission. He would never have accepted she had to find Aquarius alone.

Hence the reason, travelling to the continent via the spirit world so he wouldn’t be able to track her.  

“He’s not here you know.” Pivoting quickly to source the voice, piercings and coal orbs came into view, eyes focused on her as he spoke, “Salamander’s on a job.”

“Gajeel.” He hadn’t aged a day.

“I hope you’re back for good Bunny,” Before she could turn around and head back, his words made her stop.

“You hurt him.”

And myself, she added silently in her head.

“I know.” She whispered, because what else could she say.

“Are you coming in or not?” He asked after a moment of contemplative quiet between the pair of them, brushing past her with a nod that signified that she should follow. She did so without complaint.  

“How is Levi?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He replied, patting her head gently as she caught up with his large ground swallowing footsteps.

Seeing Fairy Tail again sent her blood pressure soaring, happy memories surfacing in her mind. For now, she would concentrate on greeting her guildmates and worry about Natsu later.

-x-

Dragging her hand over the familiar stone wall, breathing in their home. Smoke, charcoal, rain, and wilderness, all Natsu. Looking around she noticed he hadn’t changed anything, the vase she placed in the corner, the little carvings he made her were still in the same arrangement above the fireplace.

In the front of their log burner, Happy’s sheepskin rug had surface dust, telling her that they had been away for a while.

Walking further inside and feeling jittery, tears threatening to form with nostalgia overwhelming her, Lucy sat down on the sofa. Laying down, Natsu’s red coat making a nice pillow to rest her head on. Nosing the fabric, a smoke-wood scent surrounded her, enabled long gone dreams to float into her psyche.

Planning for babies and growing old together, a pleasant pass-time, before and after she left.

Now, she wasn’t sure if he would forgive her, let alone take her back. Deciding to use her time efficiently she put herself to work, cleaning the house from top to bottom. After changing the bed linen and wiping over all the windows, she took the time to explore.

A small leather bound book lay on Natsu’s side of the bed, on closer inspection, it was her diary. It was worn, as though it had seen a lot more use in the years she’d been gone.

Had he been reading it, trying to figure out why she had left?

Where she had disappeared too?

The answer came to her almost immediately because yes, Natsu would track her to the ends of the earth. And like with Igneel, he would continue to do so until he found her.

He loves her with his entire being, she knew that without a doubt. Natsu didn’t do things in half measures.

It was all or nothing.

The reason she left as she did was to find Aquarius, which unfortunately was a task she had to complete alone, part of the test she had made for herself. She should have been annoyed that he intruded on her privacy, but he wouldn’t listen anyway.

Lucy buried herself under the covers, warm hues colouring the atmosphere and room, telling her it was nearly dusk.

She awakened to the noise of the door crashing open downstairs, a nervous feeling settling into her stomach when she realised that their reunion was imminent and fast approaching. Lucy pulled the covers over her head, in an ill attempt to hide and give herself time to prepare.

She wasn’t feeling ready, despite the hours she had just taken to think about him and what she could say. The bedroom door swung open, slamming into the wall loudly and she closed her eyes tightly, staying perfectly still.

Apparently, Natsu had other ideas, the quilt ripped off her form. Lying still, she made no move to turn around. She didn’t need to. Swung around by her ankles, Lucy came face to face with a sullen Natsu.

Positioned at the edge of the bed, his fingers gripping her thighs as he stood between them.

Neither said anything as they continued to stare. The urge to touch him, to feel his warmth, for the first time in what felt like an aeon. Lucy reached forward, using an elbow to support herself, as her fingertips grazed his chest.

Gripping her hand, Natsu flattened her palm on his chest, she felt his pounding heart underneath her fingertips. She stayed there for a moment, before tracing a path up his neck, to cup his cheek, her body rose to accommodate the movement. Face to face, his breath tickling her bottom lip, they drifted closer.

“Lucy,” Natsu growled her name, the noise full of heat, he grasped her neck, controlling her head as he took her lips. Canine teeth teased over her upper lip, then he lay butterfly kisses, making his way to the corner of her mouth. Placing a sweet kiss, a pause in momentum got the desired effect. Turning, Lucy tried to catch him, succeeding in a nibble before pulling away again.

Laying teasing pecks on her lips, she followed him each time with no success. Fed up with his teasing, she gripped his hair, her other arm looping over his shoulder. Smirking as she wrapped her legs around him, finding the leverage to pull him on top.  Two could play that game, but Lucy didn’t want to play right now.  

When they started their relationship, it became quickly apparent their arguments were settled carnally more often than not. She got too upset to speak and Natsu always acted on how he felt, getting straight to the point. Asking why he always initiated after an argument, Lucy received a typical Natsu answer.

“Lucy all fired up, is the best Lucy. We always make it right anyway.”

His unshakable faith in their relationship was amazing. Lucy had to agree, Natsu all fired up was sexy. She’d never admit it out loud but watching his strength and passion in a fight did things to her. Sometimes it got ridiculous, such as when he argued with Gray.

She should want to bang their heads together, instead, she wanted to pull him into a broom closet.

Who said quickies didn’t get the job done?

They had certainly christened a few surfaces at the guild. Not that she would ever tell Erza that. Right now, Natsu was in one of his rare intense moods, probably due to his still being mad. Angry Natsu fucked like the fire dragon in his soul, all heat and ferocity.

Groaning as he finally kissed her properly, sucking him into her mouth, pulling his hair every time his tongue twirled with hers. Pushing against his chest, flattening her breasts under his weight, loving the feeling of him surrounding her, pinning her to the bed.  

Using the hand gripping his hair, she trailed her nails down, over his shoulder blades lightly.  

Increasing the pressure as she moved, tense steely muscles resisted. He flexed, the motion inducing an age-old instinct to thrust. Hooking her leg over his thigh, she met his hips half way. Lucy slipped her hand under his waistband, gripping his buttock and forcing a slow grind that left her thighs shaking in pleasure.

“Naughty girl.” Natsu purred, dipping his hips slightly, allowing her to feel his bulge.

“Do you know why?” His voice was an octave lower, nibbling from her ear down to her throat, he placed open kisses on her pulse. Lucy writhed under him, desperate for attention, he knew her weaknesses and kissing her neck drove her wild, even thinking about it turned her on. Natsu knew it, not above using knowledge of her body to his advantage.

“I said,” Her breath hitched feeling a warm hand cup her breast, “Do”, his finger circled her nipple, “You”, trapping the tip with his thumb, “Know”, she let out a cry as he pinched, “Why?”

The lack of skin contact was maddening, heightening her sensitivity, Natsu always knew how to torture her.

“Left-” Warmth engulfed her nipple through her shirt, sucking her through the cotton fabric as she struggled to make an answer,

“I left.” He bit down at her words, giving a short burst of pain, before soothing the ache with his tongue. Slowly, using his other hand to hook the back of her knee, pushing it towards her chest, her calf resting on his shoulder.

“Yes. You did.”

Pulling away from her breast, he smirked at her soft whine of protest, still lightly massaging her flesh. Instead, sitting back on his knees keeping her leg suspended on his shoulder, he placed soft kisses along her calf.

He glanced up at her underneath hooded eyelids, moss green irises reflected pure sin and vengeance as he smoothed a hand over her inner thigh. Previously, she never would have thought Natsu would be the demon under the sheets. Other than typical male ogling when he saw her naked, he had never shown any interest. It wasn’t until after their first time, she found out the Devil wears Prada.

Or in Natsu’s case, a cheeky grin, and open vests.  

Lucy jolted, her hips vaulting off the bed when he pressed a thumb over her clit. He didn’t move, using the hand that was knocked off her breast to hold her down via her abdomen. The lack of movement was unbearable, instinctively she rocked upwards and yelped. His hand positioned directly above her bladder, applied force whenever she thrust upward. It gave her the unsettling feeling of needing to pass water, but it was also building an amazing pleasure in her core.

A risky game.

Asshole.

“Natsu, you kinky bastard!” She twisted her lips, arching her back.

“Ah ah, Lucy.  I know you love it,” To prove his point, he circled her bud roughly and once again she tried to move with him. Crying out, her eyes rolled back at the beautifully erotic ache swelling inside. Moving on autopilot, she shoved her shirt and bra up, clutching onto her breasts creating her own pleasure.

“When you disappeared, I searched the entire house for clues,” Forest eyes held hers, his thumb following her cleft downward, the drenched fabric of her panties allowing smooth movement,

“I came across some interesting books in your drawers…”

Oh no, he didn’t!

“Heh, you know what I’m talking about.’

Lucy wailed as he pushed into her entrance, the fabric pulling tightly over her clit as he continued, voice almost bored if it wasn’t piqued with lust, “I think you’ve been holding out on me.”

Stretching her panties to the side, Natsu inhaled deeply, sighing in contentment.

“Look at you, so red, so pretty.” Lucy pinched her nipples to distract herself from the anticipation. Fingertips ghosted over her mound, she could barely feel it but it still caused a shiver to roll over her skin.

“It’s my favourite colour,” His eyes fixating on the prize he was about to indulge in flickered to hers, the lazy smile on his lips was deceptive. Natsu’s moss green depths were promising she would scream.

“…Especially on you.” Two digits started circling her hole, never entering, smearing her natural lubrication upward occasionally. The ache building to an unbearable level had her straining against the hand holding her down. Pressure in her abdomen, plus teasing caresses had her insides clenching harshly. Her other leg flailing as the sensation accumulated.

“Oh, my god. Natsu, please!” She begged, thrashing just a little.

“Since you asked so nicely…” He chuckled softly, but he still didn’t do what she wanted, for him to fill her.  Instead, he started teasing her clit with light touches, interchanging from a circling motion to flicking.  Arching her back, she let out a strangled moan.

She didn’t think she could get any more sensitive. It didn’t help she hadn’t had a proper orgasm in a year. Hadn’t felt his touch for too long.  

“Mmm, you have such a pretty pussy, so swollen and wet.” Husky and deep, his voice made her body tense and move, burning with desire for him.

“Your clit is so distended right now, asking for attention…” Natsu leant over her body, a hand pushing her head up to meet his, their foreheads touching not obstructing her view of his work.

“If I pinched it right now, would you cum Lucy?” Too overcome to say anything she stayed silent but apparently, that was a bad idea because his finger slid up, making her hips jolt.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” He kissed her forehead tenderly before he made true on his suggestion. Trapping her bud between thumb and finger, he used them as a clamp, lightly pinching. Screaming, Lucy felt like her nerve endings were exploding in her groin, pain and pleasure causing tremors over her skin.

“I can’t, I can’t-” She managed to swat his hand away from her clit, Natsu was quick on his next attack. His hand returned to her stomach, he plunged two fingers deep inside, curling up to her sweet spot.

“It’s not over yet.” Lucy choked, saliva filling her mouth, as he moved his fingers continuously over her g-spot. The sloshing sounds from his moving fingers were deliciously lewd to her ears, as he forced her into another orgasm.  Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she felt her muscles contract, her heart rate soar, and she grabbed onto the bedsheets for support.

Claiming her mouth as she moaned, Natsu pulled his erection from his pants. Swirling the warmth of his tongue over hers, she could feel him starting to enter. Drowning in his scent and loving the feeling of being intimate once again, his penetration was slow. She could feel his heat, his high body temperature making her toes curl. As he pushed forward her hand shot out, stopping his progress temporarily.

“It’s been awhile, it hurts,” Lucy growled at his smug-ass grin, glaring at him.

“Too big for ya Luce?”

“Shut up.” She shot back with a small pout, letting out an embarrassing squeal when he rolled them over. Gasping as gravity sunk her further down onto his cock, the new position making it easier to adjust. Under no illusions that he was handing over the reins, feeling his grip on her ass and his knees rising behind her. Rocking gently, feeling his girth stretching her walls, she leant forward bracing herself on his chest.

Nose to nose, she stared into his forest depths falling deeper into a haze.

Strapping muscles contracted under her weight as he started moving, meeting her halfway.

There was nothing feminine about Natsu other than his sakura coloured hair, his body solid, masculine, moulded through rigorous training and dragon/demon entities inside. An aura of danger and adventure surrounded Natsu, it’s what attracted her to him all those years ago. 

Even now she was still craving the thrill and how empowered she felt at his side. Arching her back, the friction on her aching nipples caused her lean into the hand kneading her ass. Her denim skirt rucking up above her creamy buttocks served as a turn on. Lucy would never tell, but role playing was a huge turn on.

She felt like a salacious schoolgirl. The feeling of his fingers gripping the skin close to where she wanted him was making her needy.

Warmth engulfed her nipple, playfully taking it between his teeth and sucking sporadically. Gripping his hair to pull him forward, she didn’t consider she had given up leverage. Wicked eyes met hers, locking his arms around her waist and digging his feet into the mattress. Natsu pistoned upwards his cock hitting the right spot, proving he still remembered how to drive her insane. A swift smack on her ass made her grind down, his tip hitting her cervix.

“Natsu!” A mixture of pain and pleasure had her pussy clamping down, feeling the ridges of his shaft as he forced his way in. His mouth switched breast to suck harshly on her neglected nipple, thrusting deep.

“I, I can’t-”

“You keep saying that,” Slowly gyrating in a manner that stroked her clit, his tongue leaving her nipple, pinching the other, rolling the nub between his fingers, “But you can.”

He pulled out leaving his tip resting at her entrance before plunging back in, bottoming out. Lucy bit into his shoulder, feeling the need to place a mark of her own. Breathing in the smell of sweat and sex as he continued, feeling her clit throbbing with need.

Oh, she was so close.

Natsu slid his hand down to trace the skin where they joined, her legs instinctively tried to close as slid in two fingers alongside his dick, fondling her clit with every stroke.

“Such a hungry pussy.” Natsu’s gravelly voice and the feeling of being delectably full sent her careening into a powerful climax.  Nails digging into the sinewy muscle of his biceps, her lips sought his. Mouths dancing in a languid exchange of tongue, her eyes focused Natsu’s as she felt the heat of his release filling her.

Lying on Natsu’s chest, head tucked under his chin, she traced the Fairy Tail emblem. The silence wasn’t awkward, they basked in a serene peace. Sighing she enjoyed the soothing caresses on her scalp, Natsu wasn’t capable of doing nothing. He was always fidgeting or moving, and at times like this, she greatly appreciated it.

“That was quite the welcome home.” She said softly.

Honestly, she didn’t expect anything less from her hell raiser of a boyfriend.

“I still haven’t forgiven you yet,” He quipped, his eyes glinting as he continued, “We still have lost time to make up for.”

“You left me as well!” She argued with a pout, and he smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I know,” He shrugged it off, now stroking the base of her neck, “We’ll make up for that too.”

Lucy liked this plan.

[miximax-hell]

Happy birthday to me. /o/ And that’s the first and last time I mention it in this post. I don’t care and you shouldn’t either—I just want cake.

FubuGabu is back! Not by popular demand because, well, no one has asked for it, although the feedback I got was lovely. But, hey, I had this material ready, so might as well do something with it, lame as it might be.

These are some early and not-so-early doodles of FubuGabu. The latter was pretty much the base of the final design, but the former… that’s from 2014 or something wild like that. I actually had many more doodles and concepts, but I hated them all so much that I erased most of them. I’m surprised I could save that one. I might have kept it because it was a full lineart, I guess. In any case, I’m glad I could find that much.

Since it’s fitting to do, let’s talk about FubuGabu’s design today! There’s a lot to talk about, but my memory is awful, so I’m sure I’ll forget about some things. I hope it won’t betray me too much.

Anyway, as usual, more under the cut.

Well, well, well. Ain’t this boy one little shit. Fudou gave me nightmares. Kidou is still giving me nightmares (to the point where I’m considering changing the idea I’ve had for around a year now). Someoka was awful to draw and make sense of. Max’s tail was awful to work with. But Fubuki? Fubuki is on a whole different level.

Let’s start by talking about the final design, since that’s the better one. Not even good, just better. That’s an epic victory as it is, so who cares.

FubuGabu’s design, as the reference sheet and my last post states, is not based on Gabumon, but on Gabumon’s line. What this means is that it has elements from (almost) every single one of Gabumon’s evolutions. Just for the sake of satisfying people’s curiosity, namely @IshidoShuuji’s, I’ll list the different elements here, since that’s the easiest and most straightforward way to explain it:

Tsunomon: eyes, colour of the face.

Gabumon: horn, face stripes, teeth, hair ears.

Garurumon: eyebrows, pretty much all of the hair, hair tail, forehead marks.

WereGarurumon: nose stripes, pretty much all of the hair, earrings, eye scar.

So, no, MetalGarurumon, Punimon and Omnimon/Omegamon aren’t part of the design. …Or are they?

Just kidding. They are not. ww But you shouldn’t rule them out just because of that. Well, no—rule Omnimon out. There will be no Agumon miximax, so that isn’t going to happen. I don’t want to keep people’s hopes up for nothing. I made it pretty clear from the start that I wouldn’t use a franchise twice, but I bet most people don’t know that. So, yeah.

Now that I have broken down the elements, let’s look at them from up close. This is truly a difficult design to understand, so I’ll get the explaining done as I move along.

Let me start with Tsunomon’s part. I used the colour of Tsunomon’s skin because it looks human: I didn’t want to turn Fubuki into a furry—I mean, have him all covered in hair, because it just looks weird. It was either Tsunomon’s skin or Gabumon’s, and he’s BRIGHT YELLOW. So you’re welcome.

The eyes have changed very dramatically. Tsunomon’s aren’t all that complex compared to Gabumon’s, for example, so it was easier to pull off without screwing up too much. That’s in the early concept you can see above, Fubuki has eyes based on Gabumon’s instead and it looks like he’s using about 4kg of eyeliner, hah— You’re gonna run out of money if you wear so much of it every single day, pal.

They’re not exactly Tsunomon’s eyes, although it’s a rather radical change. As I mentioned when I talked about Creature miximaxes, eyes get rather distinctive shapes when animals (or monsters) are involved. I did something that goes against my analysis, though: I added light to FubuGabu’s eyes. Just because I hate myself and because it looked kinda weird without it.

While Tsunomon’s eyes are completely round, FubuGabu’s actually follow the shape of Fubuki’s eyes, although vaguely. The irises are Fubuki’s, period. I simply extended the lines to match the new shape of the eye. The lower eyelid creates a straight line based on the hypothetical line of Fubuki’s eyes, which is visible in coloured art. The outer part of the eyes also matches that of Fubuki, not to mention that I kept the fold over the upper eyelid and the little marks below the eyes. The main difference, therefore, is the thicker contour (which is linked to the spikes) and the curve that replaces the right angles on Fubuki’s usual eyes.

Let’s move on to Gabumon. His marks were probably the toughest to place, and it doesn’t help that Fubuki’s refs are so BAD. REALLY. Many, most characters have references that match. Maybe not perfectly, but almost. But Fubuki? Fubuki ain’t need none of that crap. When you are this FABULOUS, no one cares about your face changing size and shape in every screenshot or your hair going longer and shorter every 5 seconds. Everyone is blinded by your sparks, anyway, so who will notice?

I noticed. But anyway. ww

Since Gabumon only has markings on half of his body (since the rest is all yellow), I let FubuGabu borrow those on Gabumon’s nose. Actually, if you were to strip FubuGabu (please don’t do that), you’d see that his whole body is covered with markings. I like to think that those belong to Gabu, even if they could easily belong to Garuru or Were instead. Still, that means that the marks on his neck are Gabu’s.

As for the marks on his cheeks, they were very easy to place on the front view and frustrating to figure out elsewhere. I just gave up on them at some point and thought, “meh, Inazuma has pulled off weirder stuff!” They’re supposed to end somewhere behind the jaw, though, but before reaching the neck. Hence why I actually drew the jawline ww

The horn and the teeth are pretty self-explanatory, but I’ll point something out about the latter: I only added two teeth even though Gabumon has many because I wanted some kind of parallelism with Someoka. He, too, has two teeth, but they grow on the opposite direction. True teammates who complement each other!

Now, for the hair ears, aka those things growing from the sides of his head. Those are 100% hair—they don’t really serve a purpose. As such, using Gabumon’s seemed like the best idea. After all, what makes WereGarurumon’s ears interesting are the earrings, but how do you put an earring on hair? As for Garurumon, his ears are just more boring than Gabumon’s. Gabu’s ears are kind of quirky and worn out, which is a cool little thing that I felt like adding. Also, Garuru’s ears go upwards and I didn’t dig that.

Regardless, Garurumon is probably the star of this design. Most of the bigger elements are based on him, after all. You could argue that many of them also belong to Were, but I was looking at Garuru when I designed them. I guess that’s enough of a reason. I guess.

There was an element of Garuru’s design that I really, really wanted to add to Fubuki: the feather-shaped hair growing from his back. You know, these things:

After fiddling with that idea a whole lot, I eventually realised that it was best to keep it simple and shape Fubuki’s hair to look like those… however you wanna call them. I’ll just call them feathers. It may not be a perfect resemblance (and it may not make perfect sense either lmao), but I definitely thought it looked the best. These are actually not too hard to draw:

The first feather (from the top) follows the natural curve of Fubuki’s hair, but instead of curving down again, it creates an arrow-like shape.

The second feather starts and ends in the exact same spots as Fubuki’s, but instead of curving upwards, it’s completely horizontal.

The third one is the trickiest: it’s long and doesn’t match Fubuki’s normal hair. The part that touches the second feather starts where it should, but the part that touches the fourth one doesn’t. It’s tough to explain, so here’s a picture that will hopefully make it all clear:

The last feather is shorter and isn’t as diagonal as the third one, but it does start and end at odd places, too. The “trick” to draw it is keeping in mind that the third and the fourth feathers end at pretty much the same height:

The fifth feather isn’t even a feather; it’s just a simple spike. Nothing relevant there ww

Garurumon is also responsible for the marks next to the ears and the one on the forehead, not to mention the top of the head in general. The ones on the ears weren’t too bad, but the forehead was frustrating. As I mentioned, Fubuki’s references are a mess and I draw over them for the sake of keeping the original proportions, but it backfired in this case. Since they’re all so different from each other, Fubuki’s forehead grows bigger or smaller depending on the view, so the forehead mark is radically less visible sometimes, even though it technically shouldn’t be. Still, rather than repositioning it every time, I thought it made more sense to place it correctly to settle for a specific place, so that’s what I did.

Now, the top of the head is tricky. Let’s start by saying that it’s based on Garurumon’s back. Maybe WereGarurumon’s too, but I couldn’t find a single picture of Were’s back, so who knows. As you can see in the following image, Garuru’s back has a long, thin line that goes from his head to his tail, and that’s exactly what happens to FubuGabu too. You can’t quite see the end of the line because of the hair, but it’s still there… technically.

That thin line sprouts into a bunch of rugged lines, and that’s exactly what happens with FubuGabu too. The lines are rather random (and I didn’t spend much time figuring the size out, whoops), but they do follow some certain shapes. The closest line to the face might be rugged, but it goes straight down. The second one starts from way back, but it’s shaped like an arrow pointing at the face. The tips of both lines are fairly close, too. The third line is way smaller than the rest, and is also the last one you can see, but definitely not the last one in general.

Let’s talk about Fubuki’s little sprout as well. As you know, Fubuki’s sprout has two locks of hair, but FubuGabu’s has three. That’s because FubuGabu’s is also based on Garurumon: to be more specific, on this part:

I tried adding that part just the way it is by sticking it to the forehead, but I didn’t like the result at all, so I figured it was best to do something funny with Fubuki’s sprout instead. Oh, well. Choices! And talk about choices, I added Garurumon’s tail simply so the hair would be a complete portrayal of his figure. As I mentioned in the post I linked to above, miximaxing with creatures often leads to that, so yeah.

The hair is obviously the biggest and most visible part of FubuGabu’s design, but Garuru hogs quite a few other spots. Not Gabumon, nor Tsunomon, nor WereGarurumon (nor Punimon) have eyebrows, so I was pretty much forced to use Garurumon’s. Not like I mind, because they’re pretty awesome. It’s kind of sad that they’re usually not visible, but, to be honest with you guys… they’re kind of a pain to draw because of their very specific shape. So I’m secretly glad. ww

And last, but not least, WereGarurumon. Ah, what a little shit. How come there are official linearts for MetalGarurumon, but not for WereGarurumon? Anyway. ww

Were’s contribution is pretty straightforward. Earrings, a scar and marks. There are a couple of things worth mentioning, though.

For the earrings, I noticed too late that Were has both white and red earrings. I was going to use the red earrings because they stand out more, but I noticed that the visible ear was on the side of the white ones… And it was too late to change the design completely, so I just went for the white. Too bad, but life is simply unfair. Especially when you don’t pay attention.

Now, the nose marks are funny. I struggled so much with those. As you can see on the second picture of this post, they were originally going to be shaped like triangles, but I didn’t dig that. And even after I changed the design, I couldn’t get them right, which was… frustrating.

(Also, it took me a long time to realise that the bridge of the nose would be hiding one half of the marks in every view except the front one. After I did, though, everything finally looked better. Thank goodness.)

Anyway, I think that pretty much covers the final design, but let’s also talk about the early designs real quick.

Nothing much to say about the second picture of the post. I just made sure to make some sense out of the markings and retouched the elements I mentioned above. Well, I tried to polish everything, really.

Now, the first picture of the post is easily over 2 years old. It was one of the first, if not the very first, concept of FubuGabu. And, man, what a mess.

It was like, “what does Garurumon have? Feather thingies! SO LET’S ADD THEM EVERYWHERE.” The feather thingies appear on his forehead, the locks of hair over his face, on his hair and even behind his head. I could never figure the latter out—but, man, did I spend hours trying to make those work. And all because Garurumon has feather on his face and on his back, so I felt like FubuGabu needed two layers of feathers too. Thankfully, I eventually realised many of these elements simply weren’t needed, like that second layer of feathers, the earrings on Garurumon’s ear (which, again, are made of hair, so wtf), and… the ring at the end of the tail? Where did that come from? This is Garurumon, not Gatomon! Geez, self!

Some of the early elements made it to the final design. The overall shape of his eyebrows, the markings on the head, the neck and the cheeks and even the horn, just to mention a few. The final feel to it is completely different, though.

This is probably because of how different the hair looks. FubuGabu’s original hair was full of feathers, but they didn’t fit Fubuki’s normal hair. They were randomly coming out of his head for whatever reason. Not to mention that the hair falling over his face looks like tentacles rather than anything else. It looks like a miximax with Squidward rather than with Gabumon. Ugh, I hate myself. XD

One last note: I don’t know where the forehead mark on that first design comes from. I guess it’s meant to be Gabumon’s, somehow? I forgot and I’m too tired to investigate it. It probably never made sense, anyway. XD

I think I covered everything! But, phew, that took long. Still, if anything isn’t clear or there’s something I forgot to mention, please let me know!

(Also, I’m too tired to re-read this post, so excuse the many typos that I probably made. I’ll check it out... eventually.)

[redgrapetae]

since you write for pairings i wondered if you could do a yoonmin soulmate au? thank you!

thank you for requesting!! hope you like it!

Title: I Just Want To See The Light ( & I Do When I’m With You)

No. of words: 2k+

SoulmateAU where when you first meet your soulmate, you can see colours +their first words will be imprinted on your skin. but like, an editedversion of it (will explain in story).

Jimin’ssalty.

He’slike saltier than McDonald’s french fries, and saltier than Jungkookwhen he loses in a game.

Allhis friends around him had already met their soulmate, and wereforever going on about the beauty of colours. Jimin was happy forthem, of course he was, they were, after all, his friends. But healso couldn’t deny he was just a teeny bit jealous. And curious.Well, really curious actually.

Mostof his friends had met their soulmates slightly before or right atthe age of 17, but here Jimin was, at 19, with still nothing.Or, the correct word would be, nobody. Taehyung, one of hisclosest friends, had recently met Jungkook (his soulmate). Andalthough Taehyung did meet Jungkook at 19 (Jimin’s age), itwas understandable since Jungkook had just hit 17 when they met.

Itwas like a thing, where when you reach a certain age, you justseem to gravitate more towards where your soulmate would be, and youjust find them.

Like…like magic.

ButJimin was sure his soulmate was older. He could feel it. Itwas another one of those soulmate things, and the fact that hissoulmate was most possibly older, meant that it wasn’t quiteunderstandable that Jimin hadn’t met him yet. He knew of some caseswhere people never met their soulmates at all, and Jimin would neverwant that to happen to him. He was too much of a romantic, after all.

Itwas a strange concept, the whole soulmate thing. You could know theperson your whole life, but would never know whether he or she isyour soulmate until you reach 17. You don’t just see colourswhen you meet your soulmate. It’s when they speak their first words,and just as those words ink themselves onto your skin, you start tosee colour.

Ifyour soulmate was older than you, and you haven’t reached The Ageyet, your first words to them would appear on their skin, and they’dbe able to see colours. But for you, their first words won’t appearuntil you turn 17, and only then will everything come to light.Literally. This very much happened in Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s case.

“C'monJimin!” Taehyung passes him a grin as he pulls out what he calls a‘red’ tshirt. Jimin wouldn’t know, all he saw was black and white.“It’ll be fine! It’s like… being a late bloomer, ya know?”. AsTaehyung slides the shirt smoothly off the hanger, Jimin’s eyesinstinctively snaps to the small black words written across his paleskin. It said ’You’rean idiot, but I love you, Kim Taehyung,’.It was possibly one of the things Jimin would have neverexpectedto come out of Jungkook’s mouth. (That kid was hard as rock butseemed to turn into jelly with Taehyung.)

SinceTaehyung and Jungkook had been best friends before either of themturned 17, they were already affectionate to each other, hence,Taehyung’s tattoo. Jimin hoped to have something as sweet as that onhis wrist… hethinks.

“Lasttime I recalled, being a late bloomer isn’t exactly a good thing,”Jimin sniffles bitterly, pulling on the red shirt before reaching fora pair of pants. “Don’t. Take that,” Taehyung warned, “That’sorange.It clashes horribly with red,”.

Jiminretracts his hand quickly, before making a face. “Thanks,” Hemutters before taking the 'black’ – Taehyung said – pants fromhis best friend. “By the way, I’m going over to Jungkook’s laterfor a party. Wanna come?”.

Shruggingon a leather jacket, Jimin ruffles his hair. “Nah, I’ve got a shiftas pizza delivery boy later,”. Taehyung gives a simple nod, beforeholding out his fist. Jimin grins when he sees it, then bumps his ownagainst the blonde’s. Theypull away, mimicking an explosion with their fingers.

“Nice,”Taehyung chuckles, finger– gunningJimin as he does so. “See you later, amigo,”He shuts the door behind him and Jimin gives a dismissive wave.

Hechecks the watch on his wrist. 3:00. He had a few hours before work,might as well hang out with Hoseok. Fishing his phone out of hispocket, Jimin dials the number.

–

Jiminmet up with Hoseok at the nearby coffee shop. It was going finereally, Hoseok was still as bright as the sun as he rambled on aboutthe new gig he had (he was a performer, dancer to be exact) whileJimin listened. Jimin was always known for being a good listeneranyways. Sometimes he thinks that’s why all his friends stuck around.

Butthen there’s the familiar chime of the bells hanging on the doorhandles and Jimin turns to look. Which is ridiculous becausenormally, he wouldn’t have cared. But it was on instinct, like howyou automatically turn to look at someone who just walked in late toclass. Not that you were judging, but their movement was sudden, andit attracted you.

Exceptthis wasn’t sudden. It was normal. And yet, Jimin turned to look. Hefound himself enraptured as a black (well of course) haired walkedthrough those doors, hands shoved deep inside his matching blackskinny jeans. The guy seemed to have a permernant pout stuck on hisface but for some reason, Jimin found it cute.

Hiseyes ran up and down the guy shamelessly, and he found his heartbeatstart to pick up. But… why? Could it be…

“Jimin!”Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of Jimin’s face, and the youngerjolts in his seat. He looks up to see Hoseok’s eyebrows knittedtightly together in concern as he stares Jimin straight in the eyes.“Are you okay? You were really spaced out there,”.

Jiminlets out an incoherent 'yeah, i’m good,’ before pushing his chairback and standing up. “Look, I gotta go for awhile,” Jimin barelyspares a glance at Hoseok as he says this. It’s like he had tobe near that guy. Something in his gut was telling him that,screaming at him to 'move closer’.

Tappingon the man’s shoulder, Jimin was about to part his lips to speak whenthe man turned around abruptly, several cups of coffee in hand.Unfortunately, Jimin was standing a little too close, and thecups knocked onto his chest before promptly spilling down onto thefloor and staining both their shirts.

Jimin’seyes widened at the sight (and he was glad that the coffee waslukewarm instead of scorching hot) and he felt himself turn red. Theman’s eyes pierced straight to his, and Jimin’s breath hitched. Hecouldn’t even speak, not with that gaze on him. He wanted toapologize, wanted to buy the man another drink, but he couldn’t. Hewas frozen to his spot.

Theman’s eyes softened for just a second as he looked at Jimin, buthardened soon enough. He didn’t even talk. Not even to tell Jiminoff. Instead, a low growl tumbled past his lips and he shoved pastthe younger with a dirty look.

It’sonly when Jimin hears the 'tink!’ of the bells start to fade does hemove. The cashier is staring at him, and not in a nice way. Hegives a smile that he hopes is apologetic before bending down tocollect the fallen cups. Hoseok is beside him in record time, helpingJimin and passing him multiple tissues before the cleaner comes andshooes the both of them away.

“Whatwas that?” Hoseok exclaims as Jimin washes his hands in the sink.The smell of coffee is strong, and everywhere. “I don’t know,”Jimin swallows. All he can remember is sharp orbs as they staredright into his.

–

“You!”Jimin screeches into the phone, and one of his co workers halts togive him a look. He sends her a charming smile, and she blinks,almost confused before walking away. It works everytime. “That’snot how you speak to a customer,” The voice on the other line says.

“You’reno customer,” Jimin sniffles. He looks left and right, making surehis manager was nowhere near before continuing, “Fine. Whaddyawant?”.

“Theones we usually buy, but like 5 boxes of those. All large,”Taehyung replies. Jimin doesn’t have to jot it down to remember.“Yeah? For the party?”. “That’s right,” Jimin can almost seeTaehyung nodding on the other end, “By the way, there’s thiscute rapper here to perform for it. I think you might like him, likeas a friend or whatever,”.

Jiminthinks back of the man he saw at the coffee shop. Definitely lookedlike a rapper now that he thought about it. He shook his head, no,too vague.

“Pizzasare on the way,” Jimin says, ignoring Taehyung’s earlier statement.

“Thanksbro,” Taehyung hangs up the call. Jimin quickly relays the messageto the kitchen, before going about answering more calls. It’s whenthe multiple pizza orders have been made does Jimin put on hishelmet, and climb onto his motorcycle. Well… more like the shop’sone, so that he could make the deliveries.

Hedecides to go to Taehyung’s first. Anyways, Taehyung was their firstorder. Jimin gets there quickly, loving the feeling of wind againsthis skin and the thrill of exhilaration as he zooms and maneuveringbetween crowds. He reaches there in about ten minutes. Taking off hishelmet, Jimin ruffles his hair before running fingers through it inan attempt to try and tame it.

Heknocks twice. Something in his heart sinks when he hears whoops ofjoy and music blasting from behind that door, and he wishes he couldhave spent some time with his best friend too. Jimin doesn’t get longto lament when the front door clicks open, and the first thing Jiminsees is a tuft of hair.

Very,familiar hairstyleactually.

Itwas the same guy from the coffee shop. Instantly, Jimin can feel awarm blush spread across his cheeks.

“Areyou the pizza guy?” He asks, eyebrows arches, eyes flashing as herecognizes Jimin’s face.

Ina fluster and slight captivation, Jimin blurts, “I’m yourpizza guy,”.

Asthe last words leave his lips, Jimin feels a sudden sting on hiswrist and his head spins as colour seems to slowly sink and melt intohis world. The only thing he can seem to see is the man in front ofhim. The man’s eyes widened too, and he’s blinking rapidly at Jimin.“Oh god,” Jimin hears himself stutter, “You’re mysoulmate?”.

Ittakes a while for the man to reply, but before he does, he snatchesthe boxes out of Jimin’s hands and places them on a table somewherein the house. He rushes back to Jimin right after. “You?” Theman’s lips are softly parted, “The guy who spilled coffee all overme this morning?”.

Jimin’sface flares. “Th – that’s me,”. He could feel his heartpounding hard and fast in his chest as he gazed at the man in frontof him. Black hair and beautiful dark brown eyes. Pale skin and pink,pretty lips. Like sure, theother colours around him were vibrant and so alive andyet Jimin could only focus on his soulmate. Oh god, Jiminfelt the sudden urge to kiss him.“I never got the chance tosay sorry,” Jimin clears his throat, before passing a small smile.

“It’sfine,” The man says, “I’m Min Yoongi,”. He holds out his hand,and Jimin takes in a staggering breath. “Park Jimin,” He takeshis hand. Something like an electric tingle travels up his hand, andJimin can’t seem to let go. Instead, he interlaces his fingers withYoongi. “Nice name,” Yoongi takes this in his stride, and whenJimin looks closely, there’s a soft tinge of pink on Yoongi’s cheeks.Cute.

“I– ah,” Damn, why did he make Jimin so breathless?He wasn’t even doing anything except standing there, “I have work,”He swallows.

“Ican see that,” Yoongi murmurs. Beautiful,is the one word that runs through and through Jimin’s head, and hedoesn’t know if it’s because he can see colours now or whether it wasbecause of the man standing in front of him. “I’ll see you?”Jimin asks, unsure, hesitant…

That’swhen Yoongi breaks out in a smile, and Jimin’s heart almost beatsit’s way out of his chest. He’d give anything to see that smileagain. Yoongi after all, did seem like the type who rarely smiled.“Not staying?” Yoongi’s voice is whisper – like, eyes coy.Jimin has work, he knows this, but he also knows they make exceptionswhen you first meet your soulmate.

“Ah,fuck it,” Jimin finds himself grinning, and then Yoongi pulls himforward with surprising strength. “C'mon then,” Yoongi’s handleaves his, but Jimin quickly catches it. There’s this thing aboutyour soulmate, where you feel like you have this strong,undescribable bond between each other even though you may have nevermet. Words couldn’t describe such an emotion.

“Myperformance is up soon. I’ll be uh, rapping.” Yoongi’s eyes dart tothe stage.  By the way, there’s this cute rapper here toperform for it. I think you might like him. “Ohyeah, sure,” Jimin nods.

Yoongigives him a smile again, but this time, a more gentle one, andJimin’s heart flutters at the softness of it all.

He’dhave to deal with his boss’s scolding later, right now… well, Jiminwouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Except here. With… MinYoongi.

–

Yoongistill sometimes blames Jimin for their cheesy but matching wristtattoos, like two halves of a heart only whole when put together, butJimin isn’t complaining. He knows Yoongi sort of, kind of likes ittoo.

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1. This is a blurry washed out image of a model who seems to be wearing pale and light clothing. this image is a full body shot in portrait. given the background looks white I'm guessing it was taken in a studio. This background looks similar to Wilson’s other images suggesting there's a theme. I wont be inspired by this image due to it being fully blurry and id like my images to look focused.

2. This image is again another washed out portraiture where the model is wearing the same colour clothes as the background. there are some small pieces on the floor near her feet which could represent the model feeling like shes walking on egg shells all the time. I wont be inspired by this due to the model looking like she blends into the studio background.

3. This image is of a model who is leaning against the back of the studio wall whilst she is looking back towards the camera. this image has been shot in full body portraiture however this image has sort of allowed the model to stand out because she's wearing a red top so she isn't blending into the background as much. The only part of this image I don't like is the amount of negative spacing around her making the model look small.

4. This image is of a woman who has decided to pose with her foot as high up on to her other leg as possible while leaning to the right side slightly as her head held at a slight angle to the left looking out of shape almost flamingo like however not as balanced as a flamingo due to her holding her foot in the same position.model is in all red clothing which allows her to stand out from the background which is a slight pink shade instead of an off white which i personally think is due to reflection from the colour clothing she is wearing. no shadows are shown which gives me the impression this portrait of the model may have been edited on adobe Photoshop so the photographer could change the shade of the background to match the models clothing. models facial expression is straight and natural which suggests either shes bored of doing the same position for the long amount of time otherwise the photographer has asked her to pull that specific facial expression for a reason.

5. this image is of two little girls who are modelling, both females look under the age of 16 at least and are both ginger. both models are wearing the same coloured clothing,white which suggests the model wanted them to blend into the background. the elder one of the two has her eyes shut as well as wearing a really long coat covering her whole body. the second, younger one is wearing what looks like a small bodysuit or baby grow which only just covers her bottom. i recon this image has also been edited on Photoshop due to there being no shadows behind the models knowing they have been taken in a studio environment. both models also aren’t in the frame due to half their body being chopped off towards the bottom so this was either meant to be a full body shot or a portrait shot where it was just their face and shoulders along with the eldest model being slightly toward the very edge of the left side of the frame.

6. This image is the exact same as the previous image however this time its taken at a birds eye view where you can clearly see the shadows better than before the only change in this image is that the background is the normal whitish colour you'd normally find in studios for their choice of backdrop. this image also allows a lot of negative spacing around the subject due to this allowing the models look smaller than they actually are which is intended hence why its called a ‘birds eye view’. 

7. this image is a portrait of a woman who is building something out of what looks to be tablet bottles whilst the red tablets are all over the floor. after doing some research into the idea behind this image the photographer said it was trying too represent autism but i personally think it represents OCD where the person likes everything to be done in a certain way and who does the most random things to keep themselves happy. this image wasn't edited on Photoshop so it was all natural due to the models face looking a bit rosy cheeked as well as there being natural shadows. 

8. well...this image is a portrait shot of a man who’s put the camera pretty much next to his crotch facing upwards which personally suggests hes either a sex addict or a vein person who’s experimenting with different angles. i think this image has been edited due to his skin being too flawless when everyone has a breakout or blemish of some sort along with his tattoo in the top right of his stomach which looks like its been faded suggesting it could be offensive to the photographers ideal audience. his ears are also way more red than his face looking like discolouration from possibly trying to drown himself due to what looks like a water droplet on his chin whilst his hair looks soaked through. i’m personally not keen on this angle due to it looking inappropriate.

9. this image is a wide portrait of a young girl who’s dressed all in white which allows her to blend into the background whilst playing with the big red ball or balloon which stands out more. this image isn’t my favourite because its not all in the frame of the image so the models feet are getting cut off whilst there is a lot of negative spacing towards the top of the balloon. models hands are blurry which shows they are in motion compared to the rest of the imagery.

10. This image is another portraiture of a man who looks like hes naked wrapped in a fur coat giving off a uniqueness to his sexuality whilst having matchsticks vertically holding his eyelids open most likely representing that he has insomnia or is sleep deprived. i also think this image has been edited on Photoshop due to there not being many shadows on his face or on the plain white studio backdrop apart from his neck from where the edge of the coat his stopped the lighting from hitting his neck. i also think the contrast levels have been increased slightly due to all the red patched on his skin including lips and ears are more vibrant than what they should naturally be.

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