#i bless the rains down in afriqueue

[akagami-no-rae]

[heckin-harrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling / reddie

“i know you’re busy and stuff but can you write a reddie imagine/songfic called “Can’t Fight This Feeling” and make it like they are confessing but they have to come out first?

Request?: my beautiful, tumblr-less friend Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak Warnings: fluff  nothin’ :) Words: 960

based on this song :)

*gif is not mine and creds to the artist! this is so cute!*

Oh, I can't fight this feeling any longer And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow What started out this friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show

Richie and Eddie had been best friends for as long as they could remember. It was almost like they were born friends. Richie stood up for Eddie way back in second grade when some kid shoved him and called him a mouth breather before crushing his inhaler. Richie snapped and nearly broke the kid’s arm for Eds.

I think that was the moment Richie knew he loved Eddie. Sure, he was only eight years old but he didn’t think it was any different from having a crush on a girl. He thought it was normal.

Eddie admired Richie’s enthusiasm about everything. He would get so excited about the small stuff that his voice would grow louder and louder until Eddie had to tell him to be quieter. Eddie looked up to Richie, as annoying as he was. He loved him but he knew Richie would never feel the same.

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear 'Cause I feel so secure when we're together You give my life direction You make everything so clear

In middle school when the whole IT situation happened, Richie couldn’t sleep for months. He would put on this big show of toughness and brute but on the inside, Richie was terrified. He would lie awake at night, staring at his ceiling and jumping at the sounds of his house shifting of the tree branches hitting his window.

Richie was fed up with it. Jumping out of bed, Richie pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before hoping out his window and grabbing his bike from the side of the house, riding over to Eddie’s as fast as he could afraid of anything following him.

He tapped lightly on the glass, adjusting his large glasses frames. Eddie sleepily rubbed his eyes and walked over to the window, sliding it open. Richie threw one leg in before stumbling into Eddie’s room making Eddie cringe at how loud he was.

“Why’re you here,” a yawn. “So late, Rich? It’s 2:30.” Eddie whined. Richie pulled the smaller boy into a hug before sniffling softly into his shoulder. Eddie froze before awkwardly wrapping his arms around his friend. “Richie, are you okay? What happened?” 

“I can’t sleep because of that damn clown.” Richie sobbed. Eddie frown and lead Richie to his bed. “Y-you can stay here for the night,” Eddie stated grabbing an extra blanket for Richie. 

“Thanks, Eds.” Eddie smiled sleepily and laid down next to Richie. “Anytime.”

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you I've been running around in circles in my mind And it always seems that I'm following you, girl 'Cause you take me to the places That alone I'd never find

Richie would think of Eddie more than he intended. He was lost in thought as he watched Eddie present his project to the English class. Richie bit his lip watching as Eddie spoke, although Richie couldn’t hear him seeing as he was too distracted.

His mind was always Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie looked over at Richie who flashed him a smile and a reassuring thumbs up making the smaller boy blush and stutter the rest of his presentation.

“You were great up there.” Richie shared as the two walked to the cafeteria. Eddie laughed lightly, adjusting his backpack.

“Thanks, I felt like I was gonna have an asthma attack.” Richie swung his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, pulling him into his side. “Nah, you were wonderful, Eds.”

“Stop calling me that, Richie.”

“No promises, sweetheart.” The word slipped out of Richie’s mouth making him blush violently. Eddie froze in his tracks. Richie went to say something but was at a loss for words. “I-i gotta go.” He said before dashing down the hall and out the school door and biking down to the quarry, his eyes glossy with tears.

He was so embarrassed.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore I've forgotten what I started fighting for It's time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars, forever'

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore I've forgotten what I started fighting for And if I have to crawl upon the floor Come crashing through your door Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

“Richie?” Eddie spoke up quietly from behind the boy. Richie’s legs were hanging over the cliff’s edge as he sniffed, wiping his eyes from under his glasses. Eddie sat next to the boy, resting a hand on Richie’s leg.

“I screwed up. I’m sorry, Eds. I-it’s just,” He groaned in frustration. “I really like you, Eddie. Like a lot! So much it hurts sometimes. Since I met you, Eds. I’m a mess for you.” Richie confessed. “I didn’t know I was gay or whatever I am but for you, I sure as hell can make an exception. It’s just...I can’t fight this feeling, Ed.”

Eddie blushed a bright pink and took a hit from his inhaler. “Beep beep, Richie.” He joked lightheartedly. Richie looked over at the smaller boy who giggled like a fool.

“What?” Richie frowned and turned to face Eddie who smiled brightly.

“I like you too, Richie.” Eds giggled and sat criss-crossed facing Richie who sat there his jaw slacked and eyes wide. Eddie shook his head and leaned forwards pecking Richie’s chapped lips, blushing madly. 

Richie grinned and pulled Eddie closer. “I kinda love you, Eds.”

Eddie scrunched his nose and smiled small. “I know, Rich. I know.”

love ya Peyton :) hope you like it, my friend!! my dumbass accidentally posted it instead of adding it to my queue so here, an early post for y’all :’)

MASTERLIST

[raediation]

Inktober day 12 - My Lady Jane

When you and your ferret wife have to escape a “whale” of a problem

[akagami-no-rae]

i feel this panel in chapter 68 is maybe under appreciated...

[akagami-no-rae]

I call this “I Drew Shirayuki and Zen’s Faces First then Got Bored and Drew Obi Shirtless to Give Them Something to Look At”

[akagami-no-rae]

Akagami no Shirayukihime by Akaduki Sorata Clothing Swap

[akagami-no-rae]

Shirazen

Posted with permission from artist X 

[heckin-harrington]

California Cold Brew / harringrove

a special valentines day fic running off of this blurb <3 enjoy

Request?: Nope! Just a little somethin’-somethin’ for y’all Pairing: Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove (College!au) Warnings: Harringrove none! Words: 1305 A/N: ya girl made a playlist bc I love this concept so go give it a listen!

I also decided to make a crappy little doodle dedicated to this particular prompt as per request of @emotionally-intellectual who requested the original blurb

Steve was a barista. He had been for years and honestly, he loved it. The vibes the small coffee shop buried in the town square of Hawkins gave him were better than the vibes he got from his own home. Calming, warm, comforting, and well… home.

Steve started enjoying his job even more whenever a particular California blondie moved into town, finding his way to the shop on a cool October afternoon. The taller boy froze in his tracks as he was making a drink for another customer. “Steve, you’re overflowing.” One of his co-workers scoffed, Steve’s eyes widening as he snapped back to reality and wiped down the counter, remaking the latte.

It was at least a month before blondie had talked to Steve and vise-versa. Their conversations consisted of witty one-liners from Billy, Steve had learned that was Cali’s name, and stuttered thanks from Steve in return. It was casual flirting, you could say.

“So,” Jen one of Steve’s co-workers started. It was after hours and Steve and her were the last ones left to clean up shop. “When’re you gonna ask him out?” She asked, her gaze fixated on the mop she used to clean the floors by the various coffee machines.

Steve nearly choked on his own spit. “I beg your pardon?” He said. Jen rolled her emerald eyes and looked up at Steve, leaning on the mop’s handle as she held it up. She gave him a look of stupidity and let out a deep sigh she had been holding in it seemed.

“The blondie, Steve. You obviously like him,” She shrugged continuing to mop. “I see the way you look at him. Besides,” Jen rung out the mop in the water bucket. “You’ve been super distracted lately and it’s only when he’s around. I wasn’t born yesterday, Harrington.”

Steve sighed as he wiped the counters off with a damp rag. “It’s just,” he groaned in frustration. “I’ve never liked a guy before and he’s intimidating. Jen, it’s rough okay?” Steve explained before hanging his apron up on a peg and grabbing the mop from his coworker’s hands.

“You better muster up some courage, hon.” Jen admits, hanging up her apron next to Steve’s. “He’s waiting for you to make a move.” She smiles small and places a friendly kiss on Steve’s cheek. “You’re a badass.”

“Wait–” Nancy Wheeler twirled the phone cord around her small fingers, pinching the bridge of her nose with her hand. “Billy Hargrove? Like the new guy, Billy Hargrove?” 

Steve sighed as he sat on his kitchen counter eating half of a PB & J sandwich. “Yeah, Nance, Billy Hargrove.” He shrugged holding the phone up to his ear. “He comes to the shop almost every day at around three-thirty and gets the same thing,” Steve explained as Nancy just nodded along on the other end of the line.

“So, you like him?” She asked. Steve sighed and Nancy pursed her lips. “Listen, Steve,” she started. “It’s not a bad thing if you do. At all, I just want you to know that. Okay?”

Steve finished off his sandwich and nodded before realizing Nancy couldn’t see him. “Yeah, Nance. I got it,”

“I’ll stop by on your break tomorrow and we can talk more okay? I gotta go.”

“Alrighty. Thanks again, Nancy.” Steve smiled small before the two said their goodbyes and hung up the line ringing as Steve hung the phone back on the kitchen wall.

He sighed loudly resting his elbows on the countertop, his head in his hands. “Damn damn damn.”

“Just write your number on the cup.” Nancy shrugged as she leaned against the wall of the shop outside. “From what I’ve been told, you’re obviously not good with words when it comes to him.” Steve scoffed, messing with the cuff of his shirt.

“Gee,” he rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Nancy.” Steve took a deep breath and leaned his head back against the brick wall, looking up at the cloudy autumn sky. “I should get back to my shift,” he stated with a sigh. Nancy nodded and looked over at Steve who stood still looking towards the clouds.

“You’ll make it, I promise.” She forced a small smiled and patted his shoulder before making her way down the sidewalk. Steve watched her walk away for a hot minute before running his hands through his messy hair and making his way back inside.

“Nice to have you back.” Jen joked with a wink. Steve chuckled and pulled his apron back on, tying it around his waist and slipping it over his head. He took his normal spot behind the register, taking order after order. He would scribble the costumer’s name on the cup along with specifics on their order before passing the cups off to Jen who would make the drinks with the occasional help of Steve.

Steve glanced at the clock. Three twenty-eight. He sighed. His shift was almost over. Steve stretched his arms above his head, his eyes closing as he did so. The bell on the door sounded off as he heard the sound of heavy boots make their way to the counter.

“You’re early.” Steve joked lightheartedly. “You normally come in at three thirty for your daily fix.” Billy chuckled as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Hey to you too, Harrington.” Billy’s smile faltered into a smirk as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Steve could feel a blush rise to his cheeks as the younger boy spoke, his voice deep and rough.

“So,” Steve cleared his throat, grabbing a cup and a sharpie opening it with his teeth. “Your usual, California?” Billy nodded, leaning forward on the countertop staring at Steve who gulped and shifted his stance. “Vanilla latte with a pump of caramel?”

“You know me so well, Pretty Boy.” Billy placed a ten dollar bill on the counter telling Steve to keep the change before shooting him a quick wink and sauntering off to the side to wait for his order. Steve was definitely blushing jow if he wasn’t already.

Steve jotted down California in place of Billy’s name on the cup as well as the order details before handing the cup to Jen who coughed and nodded towards Billy who ran a hand through his curly locks. Steve gave her a glare before scribbling his number on the cup and handing it back to Jen who grinned obnoxiously.

Jen made his drink quickly, giving him the cup as he thanked her and making his way over to Steve. “I’ll call you later, Harrington.” Billy smirked referring to Steve’s digits on the paper. Steve bit his lip and nodded. 

“Until then, Hargrove.”

“Hey, California. I wasn’t expecting you to actually call me.” Steve said with a nervous laugh as he laid back on his bed messing with the cord of his phone. Billy chuckled on the other end of the line.

“Now why on earth would you think that?” Steve shook his head and rolled over on his stomach, kicking his feet in the air.

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Guess I just thought I was outta your league,” Steve admitted making Billy gasp dramatically. The older boy smiled at this.

“Out of my league? Harrington, you’re funny.” Billy smirked and let out a small laugh. “You free on Friday night? There’s this drive-in movie place near my campus.” 

Steve bit his lip to hold back a squeal of excitement. “Yeah, I am.” Billy grinned and nodded taking a mental note.

“I’ll see you then, Harrington.”

“It’s a date, California.” Steve said before they hung up. He jumped up from his bed and screamed out a very excitable ‘yes!’ as he jumped about his small room before crashing back on his bed and giggling like a fool. “Friday.” Steve grinned. 

“Friday…”

[heckin-harrington]

Two’s a Party, Richie Tozier / r.t.

“it says your requests are open in your bio! i was wondering if i could get a Richie Tozier x reader where the reader bumps into him at a party and he spills his drink on her. the rest is up to you (fluffy if possible?)”

Request?: Anon Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader (f) Warnings: Swearing Words: 870 A/N: I aged up our beloved Richard for this imagine so picture it as like, junior year of high school :) so about 16-17

*gif is not mine*

The first parties of the summer were always the best. Everyone was always in the right headspace. That made them loads more enjoyable. You weren't normally one for parties but your best friend, Eddie, basically begged you until you said yes out of annoyance.

You didn’t get all fancied up or anything, just a pair of jeans and a graphic tee of Back to the Future. With your hair pulled back into a loose ponytail you were ready. You called to your mom saying that you were gonna bike to Eddie’s to which she just shouted back an ‘okay’. Racing outside, you hoped on your bike and sped off to the Kaspbrak household to get Eds.

The party was already wild. Eddie had left your side not too long after you had arrived, looking for his friends he told you. You just walked around looking for a familiar face. But alas, nothing. You pouted before deciding maybe getting a drink would be a good idea.

You made your way through the crowd of people, pushing and shoving people out of the way because they obviously couldn’t hear over the blaring music. When you finally made it, you sighed in relief. You walked over to the punch bowl, most likely spiked, you shrugged. You grabbed a red solo cup, regardless, and filled it to the brim taking a sip and cringing at the tartness. Yup, definitely spiked.

You downed the rest of the red liquid before getting your second serving. As you turned around you gasped, a cold sensation covering your entire front. The party quieted as you looked down at your now soaked shirt. “Shit,” a boy said, grabbing a roll of paper towels. “I am SO sorry!” He exclaimed, tearing off a towel and going to clean your shirt off before you stopped him.

“Richie! What the hell?” You groaned moving your way past people to the bathroom, Richie chasing behind. The party seemed to resume once you were in the bathroom. Richie followed you in, closing the door and locking it. You groaned, taking off your shirt not caring that he was gonna stare. Boys will be boys.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Honestly, I’ll get you a new shirt or something.” Richie apologized. “Damnit, I feel like a total dick.” He took his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose and running his other hand through his curly hair.

“It’s fine, Rich. You didn’t mean to. Sorry I snapped, the heat of the moment ya know?” You explained looking over at the boy. You didn’t talk to Richie Tozier as much as you used to. He and Eddie are best friends which is how you met him.

But y’all kinda just lost contact once high school started. You didn’t mind though. It’s funny you had a run in now though, you thought. You had always thought Richie was a cutie. Puberty treated him well. His hair curled and was a wild mess, he got rid of the awfully thick frames for circular plain ones, his wardrobe consisted of bright neons and a windbreaker that was a blinding blue color.

Richie looked good. Like, really good. His teeth were straightened out, he had freckles across his nose, he had grown like a foot and a half. Richard Tozier was now a man.

“I owe ya. Wanna go grab a bite to eat?” He offered snapping you out of your thoughts. Richie raised an eyebrow and shoved his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker. “I have an extra shirt in my car.”

You nodded and thanked him. Richie took off his jacket, handing it to you so you didn’t have to put your wet shirt back on. He lead you out to his car and gave you the shirt he had in his backpack. You pulled it on over your head, it was baggy on you seeing as Richie was much taller, and you handed him his jacket.

“Breakfast food okay? There’s this really good diner off of 4th and main.” He mentioned, getting in the driver's side. You got in shotgun and sighed, shrugging your shoulders.

“Sure.”

Three hours. Three hours you and Richie Tozier had been sitting in Derry’s 24 Hour Diner. You laughed into your hands as Richie and you swapped stories over pancakes, catching up on all the lost time. Richie had told you a bit about how Eddie nearly broke his hand punching a wall on a dare. 

“He’s a real idiot sometimes.” You snorted making Richie laugh. “Sometimes?” He exclaimed, throwing his head back. “Eds is a damn fool twenty-four seven!” You and Richie broke out into a laughing fit.

You forgot how nice it felt to joke around with him. It made you genuinely happy to be back with him, like old times. “I’m so glad we left that party. This is way better.” Richie chuckled, throwing his arm across the back of his side of the booth.

You nodded with a smile, dipping a piece of pancake into some syrup. “Agreed. Two’s a party, Richie Tozier.”

Richie grinned and dipped his finger in the whipped cream from his milkshake, wiping it on your nose making you gasp. “Indeed, Y/N Y/L/N.”

sorry this is kinda short, babes :) richie is a damn cutie though, he’s fun to write <3

MASTERLIST

[akagami-no-rae]

Lryias Letters

Some of Zen and Shirayuki’s correspondences during her time away in Lyrias

AO3 Link

Dear Shirayuki,

I still can’t believe you’re in Lyrias. It doesn’t feel quite real yet. This afternoon, when I took a break, my feet lead me to the gardens. I guess a part of me was still expecting to see you there, with your hands in the dirt, smiling.

Mitsuhide, Kiki, and Obi are well, we arrived back at Wistal yesterday. The inspections at the port went over without incident. I had a talk with Obi, he’ll be arriving in Lyrias with a caravan a day or so after this letter arrives. Keep an eye out for him and, as usual, feel free to send him back anytime.

Sorry this wasn’t very long, again, it’s been awhile since I’ve written a personal letter. I hope to get better by your example.

Cordially,

Zen

P.S. How is Lyrias? And Ryuu? What are you working on? Sorry, new to this.

Dear Shirayuki,

It has come to my attention that Obi will be arriving before my letter. I fear that anything I write him won’t have the tone I intend if he simply reads it. As I cannot travel to Lyrias at this time, will you please read the speech I’ve written below aloud to him for me? In a thundering voice please say:

You brainless, idiot! I arranged a caravan for you and you just left!? You didn’t even let us say goodbye! Did it even occur to you how it would make us feel if you just left a note and took off? I hope you lose all your toes to frostbite, maybe then you won’t be able to wander off. And thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious.

Thank you, Shirayuki. Please keep an eye on him.

Sincerely,

Zen

Dear Zen,

I received both your letters at the same time and laughed. Obi didn’t tell me he left without saying goodbye, I did yell at him, though as myself. He just smiled like he usually does. Maybe if I had been you he’d have taken me more seriously.

Lyrias is wonderful! Ryuu and I have jumped head long into our research on Olin Maris. Shidan, Suzu, and Yuzuri are all helping too, I’m very excited! There is so much to do I barely find a moment to take a break myself. I go to bed and I see old texts and glowing flowers behind my eyelids.

I miss Wistal a lot and I’m glad you still imagine me there. Maybe you can pretend I am, if it helps. When I work in the hothouses I take off my coats and I can almost believe I’m there, working in the pharmacy. It’s easy with Ryuu and now Obi around. It’s like I never left. Please tell Kiki and Mitsuhide how I’m doing and let me know about your work in the palace. Keep up the good work, Zen, I’m proud of you!

Yours,

Shirayuki

Dear Shirayuki,

I highly doubt Obi would have listened to me any better, he values your opinion of him very highly. He even apologized in his letter to me, though the rest of it was mostly him teasing me for caring about him. I told him to jump into a snow drift so, on the rare chance he chooses now to start listening to me, please talk him down.

I’m very happy to hear about your excitement for your work. I hope everything goes well with your research and I wish all of you the best of luck! Please keep me posted with your finding and I promise to do my best to follow along. How are Shidan, Suzu, and Yuzuri? I feel like Ryuu is going to grow up so much during these two year, I’m surprised the chief is okay with that. She always seemed so close to him.

Work in the palace goes on as usual, nothing very interesting to report. Although, now that I think about it, it’s been awhile since I’ve left the palace. I love going into the city and seeing all the people there, but whenever I think about sneaking off now, I think about something like the fishermen at the wharf and the legislature for their boating routes sitting on my desk and how I couldn’t face them so casually unless I knew I’d done my due diligence to them. All my years of sneaking out have finally caught up to me and now I can’t look at a case on my desk without seeing the faces of the people affected by it. Sorry if that doesn’t make any sense, I sort of went on a tangent. Long and short of it: I’m working hard to make you proud.

I know Mitsuhide has started sending you letters. You should ask him to send you packages of homemade sweets and tea blends, he’d do it if you asked. Kiki says, “Hi.”

Yours,

Zen

Dear Zen,

If there are any ink blots on this letter when you receive it take it as a good sign as it means I fell asleep while writing this. It’s very late right now, but I can’t sleep. It’s been like this for awhile where my mind won’t rest no matter how tired my body may be. I hoped writing to you would maybe help me relax.

You don’t need to apologize so much in your letters, I’m happy to read your tangents. I’m very glad to hear that you’re taking all aspects of your job seriously and I’m honored to be a driving force for you.

How is Izana? Have you spoken with him often? I’ve not heard anything about him since the day Ryuu and I left, but I’ve had my nose stuck in books for the last couple months.

I swear that Ryuu has already grown a couple inches, but I can’t tell for sure. The chief sends me letters often and, to Ryuu, twice as often. She’s like an older sister to him.

As for Olin Maris, we’re still gathering all the pieces in order to create a plan of action. It’s a bit maddening being so close to a breakthrough, but not actually having one.

Look at that. An ink blot. I dozed off a bit. I’m going to see if I can manage it again.

Yours,

Shirayuki

Dear Shirayuki,

Please take care of yourself. I know it can be hard to get sleep when your mind won’t stop, but please try. Drink some relaxing tea and don’t bring research to bed with you.

I’m not the best person so be giving you this advice. I haven’t been getting much sleep lately. I’ll wake up while it’s still dark and I won’t be able to go back to sleep. I usually end up going out to the balcony where I’ll watch the sunrise. It’s so beautiful and warm. It’s the only time I get to see a red that even comes close to yours. It’s silly, but sometimes I’ll reach out to to touch it and, for a second, it almost feels like you’re there.

I regret not making more of when you lived in Wistal. You were so close to me all that time and I took it for granted. I curse the naps I took instead. They took precious time away from you then and have done nothing to ease my fatigue now.

I hope the breakthrough comes soon so you can get some rest.

Izana is fine, I suppose. He doesn’t come by very often nor has he summoned me. He had it arranged so that he and I would have dinner together once a week, but he’s been so busy he’s only been able to attend two such dinners so far. And both were awkward.

How’s Obi? His letters are so vague and I’m certain he’s making up half the things he does tell me. Make sure he doesn’t freeze to death.

Yours,

Zen

Dear Zen,

I’m sorry to hear that you aren’t sleeping well either. Mitsuhide actually sent me a blend that’s supposed to assist sleep and I think it’s helping. A bit. Drinking his tea, then seeing the bright stars here remind me of that night during my first visit… I thought that that memory would make me sleepy, but it makes my heart ache.

You may not like it, but I hope Izana finds the time to attend your dinners. I think it’d be good for the both of you. Please make an effort, you’re brothers after all.

Obi is as lively as ever. He’s become really popular amongst the guards here and trains with them often. He eats meals with us and he drops by every couple of hours to check up on our progress, but for the most part, he’s off living a whole separate life. It makes me really happy to see this adjustment in him, being surrounded by people who care about him suits him. He smiles a lot, his actual, genuine smile. I wish you were here to see him.

Yours,

Shirayuki

Dear Shirayuki,

Izana made it to a dinner finally. I may have sent him a letter asking him about his attendance and it seemed to have the desired effect. It’s still a bit awkward for me since I feel like I’m playing chess with him the entire meal, but I think our relationship may eventually improve if we keep at it.

That night in Lyrias with you was a good memory, even if it doesn’t make you sleepy, I hope that it doesn’t bring you sorrow.

At least tea and stars are nice things to be remembered by, I feel odd telling you this but paper cuts make me think of you. That sounds awful, but they remind me of that time Mitsuhide said I’d become a paper man if I didn’t go to pharmacy immediately. It was just an excuse he made up to let me go see you. I got a paper cut the other day and he didn’t say anything this time. I guess I can understand how a good memory can be touched by sadness.

Obi sounds really happy, I wish I was there to see him too. Maybe someday I’ll get the time off and you two can show me all around Lyrias. Of everywhere in Clarines, I’ve spend the least amount of time there. It’s strange to think that you know more about the people there than I do. Please, when that time comes, tell me everything about your city.

Yours always,

Zen

[akagami-no-rae]

Deleted scene:

“Shirayuki,” Zen said, “These are my friends: Mitsuhide” he pointed to the tall man. “Obi,” he gestured to the fox, who was lifting his mask to drink. “And Kiki.” he nodded to the wolf.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” She bowed her head. “I must apologize, Zen. I got a bit nervous when you brought me back here.”

“No reason to apologize,” he said nonchalantly lifting his glass to his lips, “What made you nervous?”

“Well,” she turned red, “These rooms are usually for mid-party trysts.”

Zen spewed the liquor back into his glass and quickly sat it down. Kiki let out an amused chuckle as Obi flew into hysterics.

“I-I should be the one apologizing then,” Zen stammered, “I had no idea-”

Shirayuki laughed, “You’re from Clarines, alright.”

That nearly sent Obi rolling off the couch. Zen softened, “I take it the stories about Tanbarun’s court being more… open are true.”

“For better or for worse,” she said, “Forgive them, they’re mostly artists.”

“Ah, and what does that make you?” he asked.

“An herbalist,” she replied.

He laughed, “You’d do better I Clarines, I think.”

“First you bring a lady to your love cave,” Obi said, “now you’re inviting her back to your kingdom, you move fast, master.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Zen glowered, his cheeks red.

“Maybe not fast enough.” Obi grinned.

“Actually,” Shirayuki said, “I’m planning on moving to Lyrias to study medicine.”

Zenyuki 34. meeting at a masquerade ball :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13955364

Preface: As well as an alternate meeting AU this is also an alternate universe where Mukaze’s uncle didn’t try to steal his wife so Shirayuki was raised as a noblewoman of Tanbarun. I also have a theory that Mukaze’s uncle was Raj’s grandfather making Raj’s father and Mukaze cousins and Raj and Shirayuki second cousins. Shirayuki is the same, but her influence on Raj throughout his life has expedited the development we know in canon.

“There’s the first prince of Clarines.” Mukaze pointed out a man with golden hair, descending the grand stairway into the festivities below. He wore a half mask that also appeared to be made of gold and an ornate coat hung over his shoulders. Considering that several others around the ballroom were also pointing him put it was obvious the man didn’t mind being identified at this masquerade. Mukaze leaned close to his daughter’s ear, “Be careful of running into him. Remember the ruthlessness of his father, I won’t see you caught up in that.” She heard the rumors about Kain’s heir, that he was just as cruel, that he was a spoiled prince who only cared for riches and woman, that he was more shrewd than he would ever let on. She heard them, but she made it a point not to listen to all the conflicting opinions of others. “Father, we shouldn’t judge him for the circumstance of his birth.” Mukaze grumbled and crossed his arms, “I’m not judging, I’m just asking you to steer clear.” He looked at his daughter through the corner of his mask, “Please, Shirayuki.”“Of course, father,” she said, “I’m not interested in princes.”

Keep reading

[akagami-no-rae]

[akagami-no-rae]

Bloom by The Paper Kites - Zenyuki

“Zen, is this realistic, or am I fooling myself? I love you so much. I want to be by your side someday. But can I stand next to a prince?”

“The answer to your question is simple: You can. Yes. It always has been yes.”