#i had such colored hair ahaha

[dudewhy3]

thank you for the tags, @kensingtonbae and @wolfesona!! 💙🩵

here's me in high school, and me now:

I’ve seen on tiktok that it’s trending again to show yourself through the years with picrews…since I’m back in my picrew obsession i HAD to hop on

Should i make this a thread? Or it’s too time consuming? Anyway

First year of high school, was so lame and forgettable, not a care in the world

Second year of high school, in my ‘I hate my life’ phase. Drastically cut my butt length blonde virgin hair. Still regret it to this day.

Lockdown was over, something happened: existential crisis? Who knows. One day I woke up and I decided that I was over being lame.

Fourth year of high school and moved to the us. I was a senior there tho. Anyway all that edgy look was too much so I decided that I just had to be cool.

Came back from the us, moved to london for the summer and then came back to Italy. Fifth year of highschool and my ed was RAGING. At least looks were fire. At some point I had to drop out cause my body was not able to go anymore. Still an icon.

Going back to school and repeating fifth year. Doing much better physically but not mentally BUT I was in my first serious relationship and I absorbed pretty much his whole style. Ad I looked so legend as a ginger.

Now. Somehow alive. Pretty much living in hell. But we thrive. Found out that tumblr is pretty cool and getting many tattoos. Dare i say that I’m in my coolest era.

OK BYEEEE

If you want to do this here’s the link

Do it reblogging this!

Tagging some people just to see if it’s doable :3 absolutely no pressure

@annawayne @moonspirit @dudewhy3 @aruanimess @darcycrow @skyedahelf @sweetlokum @snksznn @itsnathateasy @lucaaazd and whoever who wants to do it :3

[pencilofawesomeness]

For the ask game, what Ban would wear on a very cold day and what one of your OCs would wear to a formal event. Actually, throw in Elaine with the cold day fit too.

Trying to come up with what the characters would wear when cold was so hard when these guys are just. Not really affected by the cold at all. Still, twas fun. I hadn't drawn Elaine before so that was nice.

Sorry I don't have the OC request too. I tuckered out lol. Maybe I'll draw one later and swing back around to it. For now here's Ban teasing Elaine because she's not Purgatory-inoculated against sub-zero temps.

[lohotine]

``Won't you kiss me again?``

Multiple x reader

Affogato, Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk

Your first kiss with them (Ver. 1)

⚠ Proofread (but badly)

`《♡》` Affogato ------

Your first kiss with him is nearly suffocating, and his once calculating and sly nature has all but vanished.

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Affogato is always so deceptive; in a way that makes it hard to figure out his true emotions.

Yet now, when he fails to meet your gaze and a deep blush engulfs his face, you know exactly how he feels.

It's unlike him to let his mask fall, though not unwelcomed. He is finally acting vulnerable infront of someone, though he isn't sure if it's willingly or not.

Earlier, you two were talking as per usual. He'd make some sugary remarks here and there. It was all very ordinary.

"Oh my, are those new garments of yours made from satin? What a fine choice~!" He smiled; deceptively sweet. "I do think the color suits you quite nicely."

Your gaze softened, and you'd inch closer to him.

"When you say things like that, it makes me want to fall in love with you. "

His eyes widened slightly, and his snide front seemed to falter. "I beg your pardon-?"

And that lead to your current predicament; with him blushing profoundly and struggling to meet your gaze.

"Ahaha, surely you jest my liege! You really shouldn't make jokes like that- it's not-"

"Affogato." You'd cup the side of his face and brought his gaze to you, snapping him out of his panicked rambling.

He seemed so nervous. It was... new to say the least.

You smiled softly at him. "Can I kiss you..?"

His breath hitched in that moment. "Well... yes."

You brought his lips to yours before pulling away soon after.

He averted his gaze from you. "How embarrassing. I should have been the one to make the first move..."

Was he sulking?

How cute...

`《♡》` Pure Vanilla

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Your first kiss with him is romantic and enough to make anyone swoon, since he is ever the gentleman...

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Pure Vanilla had invited you out to the garden, as he does routinely every weekend. Most of the time, you two merely catch up; and this time seemed no different.

But it was different.

In fact, even Pure Vanilla himself had been acting strangely this week.

Gifting items more often, finding excuses to talk with you, and even seeming to gaze absent mindedly when he thought you weren't looking.

You wondered what it was all about.

"So, how has your week been?" Pure Vanilla asked while fondling with some flowers.

You were sat on a bench nearby. Gradually, you began reciting some things about your week. Once you had finished, Pure Vanilla sat down on the bench next to you.

"That all sounds very lovely.." he noted, though his mind was seemingly elsewhere.

You hadn't noticed it when it happened, but in an instant, he had placed a flower in your hair, fingers gently running along your jaw.

"You look so beautiful..." he said, though he was musing to himself more than you. "Have I told you that before?"

You shook your head. "I don't believe so.."

He smiled softly. "Then I should say it more often."

Your cheeks began to flare, and Pure Vanilla sweetly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"May I have this kiss?" He questioned.

You nodded, and after what felt like ages, he had closed to gap.

His lips were soft against yours, and you had only just now realized just how much you fantasied about this moment.

About how it would feel to kiss someone.

About how it would feel to kiss him.

`《♡》` Shadow Milk

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Your first kiss with him is so quick that you almost don't realize that it even happens!

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"Wait... so you mean you've never had your first kiss?" Shadow Milk can hardly contain his laughter.

"Well yeah... what of it?" You cross your arms and shoot him a glare, as if to send some kind of warning.

Clearly he doesn't pick up on the signal.

"I shouldn't have expected any less! Why on Earth did I think you had it in you to pull?" He wipes away a fake tear.

"You're saying that as if you've ever kissed someone!"

He laughs once again.

"Of course I have. I've kissed so many people. My charm is just too irresistible!"

You furrow your brows. "Liar..."

He gasps and places a hand over his heart, acting as if he were offended. "Me? A liar? No way! Have I ever lied to you?"

...

You attempt to hold in your disappointment.

Key word: attempt.

"Oh. My. Goodness. You're honestly so obnoxious. How do people even deal with you? It's just-" you behind rambling on about how much you hate him and how if you could, you'd rid him of his ability to speak.

Shadow Milk seems to entertain it for the first minute or so before getting bored and shushing you.

"Gosh you talk a lot. Can you shut up for one second?"

You scoff. "Make me."

He smiles, seemingly accepting the challenge.

In an instant, your chin is between his fingers as he puls you in for a kiss.

It's over as soon as it began.

Your face flushes instantly and you're at a loss for words.

If it weren't for Shadow Milk's laughter, you would have thought it never happened.

"You should have seen the look on your face!"

He laughs for a little while longer before calming down.

"Well I'll let you process this, doll. See you later!" He dashes put of the door before you can stop him.

You can't look him in the eye for the next week or so.

[razorblade180]

Weiss:What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you that nobody gets.

Yang:The day Neptune started seeing me as just a friend.

Blake:Hahahaaa! No that was great!

Yang:I walked in with a new outfit and nails and he had the nerve to say “is this your version of dying your hair after a dramatic girl event?” Yes bitch, why are you speaking so loudly!?

Ruby:Guy friends aren’t for the weak. You should know this.

Yang:Jaune and Ren are nice.

Ruby:Jaune and Ren live across the hall. The brutal truth is far more risky.

Blake:Boooooooys! *opens door*

Jaune and Ren:*open door* Where’s the fire?

Yang:Be honest with me, what did you think about my dress to the dance?

Jaune:*squints*

Ren:It was a choice.

Weiss:Ha- *covers mouth* ahaha!

Yang:A choice!? Jaune, speak!

Jaune:…I’m not saying it was a bad dress or that you didn’t make it work, but…it was a tad bright. I know you were busy so it kinda made sense it was…okay.

Yang:….

Nora:Now that we’re talking about it-

Yang:*closes door*

Nora:MAYBE DON’T WEAR THE SAME COLOR AS SOMEONE CALLED “ICE QUEEN!”

Yang:And here I thought I was trying something new a safe environment!

Weiss:It is safe as long as you ask the right questions. I asked Sun why Neptune liked me and he said “that’s a really good question” before walking off. I would've cried if Coco wasn't there!

Blake:I love those two so much.

Ruby:I don't have these problems. I've always had guy friends this chaotic, unlike Yang.

Weiss:You had friends before Beacon?

Ruby:You truly are my biggest hater. That's crazy.

Weiss:W-Wait! That's not pfft, Ruby! I'm sorry!

Ruby:Nah, Sun was onto something. That's why Neptune likes you! You're both villains!

[dailydegurechaff]

Tanya²

Today's Daily Degurechaff is… I’ll do you one better: Tanya³

(+ a small fic I never finished.)

Erich… isn’t sure what he’s seeing. He knows he’s wearing his glasses and he definitely has not been drinking… So what in the world is going on here? Why is he suddenly seeing things in triplicate?

Three of them. There are three little Degurechaff Devils in an office where there should only be one. 

When he’d knocked on her door, she’d called out that she needed a second. He hadn’t listened to her and opened it anyway. He’s regretting that now. Staring at them, both his head and his stomach are starting to hurt. 

All three of them are staring back at him. One is looking at him in abject horror, the next one’s eyes flash in recognition and she actually smiles (even more shocking, she does it in a way that isn’t uniquely terrifying, but perhaps actually cute), and the final squints at him a bit, as though she doesn’t know him. 

One of the three, the one who looks absolutely horrified, opts to greet him after a moment, “Ahaha—… Colonel Lergen… did you need something?” She sounds like she might be freaking out a bit. Erich feels similarly to her.

The second Degurechaff, the one who had smiled at him, turns her head to look at the first. She looks confused now. “Did you just say ‘Lergen?’ Not Rerugen?”

The first responds again. While she sounded nervous a second ago, it’s forgotten as she turns to her counterpart, “Seriously? You’ve been speaking this language for over a decade and your accent is that bad? Yes, I definitely said Lergen. Why would you pronounce it Rerugen?”

Now it’s the third one’s turn to speak, “No, I agree, it’s definitely pronounced Rerugen, but… this isn’t him. Rerugen has dark hair and brown eyes… and if I’m going to be honest, a fairly unfortunate haircut too. This guy looks too normal to be Rerugen.”

Degurechaff One immediately disagrees, “What are you even talking about? Lergen’s always had blonde hair and blue eyes.”

The second one backs her up, “Yeah, I agree this is definitely the right sort of coloration, but… now that I’m looking at him, Rerugen is supposed to be more handsome than this.”

“Handsome?! Has Being X poisoned your brain that badly?” Number Three yells at Number Two.

Two snaps back at her immediately, “That’s not what I meant at all, and you should know that! I meant by conventional standards! You know, stronger jawline, sharper features!”

Did— did she just say he was ugly?

Before the other two start arguing, the first one cuts them off, “Hold on. Are we sure we’re all talking about the same person here? Maybe you both are thinking of someone else, this is Colonel Erich von Lergen, my superior, formerly a part of Personnel, but now he works in Operations in the General Staff. He’s been looking out for me for a while now. For example, he made an effort to keep me off the frontlines, and when I was stationed in the southeast, he gave me a preliminary warning that Dacia would invade. Things like that. He’s a very good superior. Does any of that seem familiar?”

“Ah… that does seem to match up with who I was thinking of. I wonder why he’s so different from what I know…”

Now that Erich’s kind of over the shock now, he’s a bit tired of being talked about like he isn’t here. Interrupting the conversation between them, he finally speaks, “Degurechaff… what is going on here?”

All three seem to remember that Erich is actually here and a part of the conversation suddenly. They turn back to look at him, but none of them seem to really know what to say, faces varying shades of hesitation, confusion, or irritation.

The way they act and carry themselves is… actually slightly different. Looking closer at them, maybe it’s only that there’s one Degurechaff and two extremely close doppelgängers? If he studies them, yes they’re close enough to be siblings, but there’s differences between each.

The first one is the one he recognizes, the one who looks as he expects her to and also is getting his name and appearance correct. She’s just the slightest bit taller than the other two, but it’s a marginal thing. She’s paler than the other two in all aspects, a corpse-like pallor to her skin, hair colored platinum blonde, and eyes the color of ice. When he meets her gaze, it’s easy to tell her apart. It’d be impossible to mistake those disconcerting eyes that look a bit dead, or perhaps look like she’d want everyone around her dead if it’d bring her a bit of peace. So this one he mentally categorizes as ‘Original Degurechaff,’ or perhaps more accurately ‘The Degurechaff That I Know.’

The second one that he heard speak— the one who had called him ugly?— is the smallest of the three. Of course, Degurechaff has always been small, but this one beats the other two. Actually, she even looks younger than the others, if that was even possible, and honestly she kind of acts like it as well. She has shorter, curlier hair than the others, and it’s much brighter in color— much closer to gold than platinum blonde. Compared to the one he knows, she seems more… emotive, perhaps the best word for it is. So this one has to be ‘Little Degurechaff’ or something to that effect.

The third one is about a midpoint between the two in hair color and stature, though her hair is a right mess. A prominent flyaway sticks out of the top of her head, refusing to lay flat. Framed by pale lashes, her eyes are a more vibrant blue than either of the others, but they’re just as cold-looking and tense. He wouldn’t call any Degurechaff patient, but this one gives him the impression she’s much more irritable than the others. Her uniform is also starkly different from the other two, who are almost matching, but all three carry a recognizable Silver Wings Badge. This one… perhaps he should denote her as the ‘Irritable Degurechaff’? She’s always been irritable, though, hasn’t she?

The designations are a start, but still he has to wonder... Why? Why is this happening?

Ah, hold on. Is that it? Is this a punishment from God, specifically designed to torment me?

[olderthannetfic]

There is something confusing to me about older queer people (which is to say, older than I am, at a relatively young 24 years old) who get mad at original fiction whose worldbuilding involves neopronouns. I'm hoping maybe, ONTF, since you've been in queer spaces a lot longer than I have, you can explain why people have such a negative reaction to the idea.

Basically, I'm working on a novel based that takes white-throated sparrow biology and uses it for building blocks in the same way A/B/O takes (now debunked) wolf science and used it for building blocks. This means there are essentially four genders, the two viewed as more intelligent (brown-haired men and women) and the two viewed as more physical (white-haired men and women). Those two groups then get further divided along the lines of 'women are better at making smart decisions under pressure' and 'men are better at staying home and defending the children, as God intended'.

So it seemed natural to me that this worldwide quaternary system would result in at least some languages having pronoun sets for each of the four options. Some languages in real life have more complicated pronoun systems than that, particularly ones where there's a bunch of formal and informal pronouns. It'd also help the reader keep track of who was a part of what group without my having to turn around and state people's coloration constantly. Yes, these people are human, just as humans in A/B/O are, but society is fundamentally very different. I'm not throwing this in to just complicate things or sound smart or something. It's here because my minoring in Anthropology and majoring in Linguistics taught me language usage reflects the needs and values of a people.

The writing group I'm a part of IRL is mostly queer, mostly 40+, with some cishet women who are also present and active writers. The writing group I'm a part of on DW is mostly DWRPers, in their 30's and up, though no older than 50, and entirely queer. I did not expect these to be groups that were uncomfortable with the idea of "different world, different pronouns".

Instead the reception has ranged from suggestions it's pretentious or overthinking things to requests I reconsider doing it. I've been informed this could be seen as mocking the real life queer people who go by pronouns other than she, he, or they. One person asked if this was went to be me "artificially justifying" nonbinary pronouns and implying I didn't find them valid in the real world. That was an awkward conversation, to say the least.

In reality I wasn't really thinking about real life people who use nonbinary pronouns when I was writing. I was just asking, "Logically, wouldn't it make sense for things to work very differently under a quarternary than it does under a modern European binary?" and following my brain along to its' conclusions as it processed that.

I have gotten zero negative feedback from my queer friends my age regarding this. So obviously, generation and the experiences informing a generational context are key, here. I'm just... still lost on how anyone finds this objectionable.

Help?

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Ahaha. Oh god.

Well, as a reader of sff in the 90s, the first reaction I have to such things is "IS THERE A CONLANG AND A MAP?" Because, man, the conlang people were some of the most tedious motherfuckers I ever had to deal with in sff spaces.

But broadly... I think the reasons queer people get annoyed about this stuff boil down to a couple of big factors:

Disrespectful children who don't know history

Idiot old people harrumphing about "history" they clearly failed to pay attention to while it was going on in the first place

I personally hate being asked to use new words most of the time. A few bits of fandom slang I'll pick up at once, but I'm usually like "Why would I call it 'spirk'? We already have 'K/S'!" *shakes cane*

If you're American, they're your "roommate", not your "flatmate". No, I don't care how much more precise this foreign term is, you pretentious wanker. (But then I'll use 'wanker' because fandom adopted that years ago...)

So my reaction to being asked to say aloud any pronoun not in very frequent circulation in my offline life is "Urrrgh. Do I have to?"

However, the reality is that people have been messing around with pronouns in English since forever. Do you see 'heo' in Modern English? No, you do not! (Not that it was gender neutral, but the point is that even words as ancient as pronouns have changed quite a bit.) The early internet was full of pronoun stuff in MUDs and the like. You had a choice of a lot more than just three in a bunch of these. People besides men and women have always been in queer communities.

So some people like to cry about neopronouns being actually neo, and they're just wrong.

As for the why do you care part...

There is a nasty habit in contemporary queer spaces to act like gay rights issues are solved. Bisexuality? Passe! etc. Gays and lesbians finally got a little mainstream acceptance only to suddenly be treated like the worst of the establishment by the queer youth. How dare?!?! It's even more egregious with bisexuality where the focus of a bunch of queer activism finally swung that way in the 90s... only to be sharply cut off in the 00s.

There's a real "You already got yours. Where's mine?" vibe to some queer discourse today, and it's directed at people who never got theirs. It shows up in demands for mentorship by people who've barely had a chance to escape a rocky start and figure out who they are themselves. It shows up in yowling about this or that bit of queer media we finally got not being progressive because it's the wrong letter of the acronym.

None of which has a damn thing to do with what pronouns you use in your novel, obviously, but I think some unresolved embattled feelings are why some older queer people are very weird about pronouns.

Some of them are also doing the old person version of throwing the weirdos under the bus to placate the normies. Respectability politics became a term long before the behavior was rife on tumblr.

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If someone really does find it pretentious, though, and not just as a cover for crying about nonbinary identities being fake, I suspect they just remember how 1970s SFF was full of privileged anthropology students misunderstanding kinship systems from elsewhere in the world and then trying to tell everyone how ~deep~ their extremely contrived novels based on them were.

I'm not saying your writing is like this or that every one of these old sff novels was either, but when I hear "anthropology student", I groan internally. It's an instinctive reaction. It's less about the real fields and more about the bevvy of dilettantes I've run into over the years who'll say they study those things but really want to talk my ear off about Joseph fucking Campbell or the strong form of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis or something.

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Those birds are a really cool source of inspiration. Like with A/B/O, the first thing I wonder is how queerness works in that context and how much people like to defy their designated roles.

Omegaverse started on porn logic, so "The one I say tops always tops!" makes sense. When it gets expanded to try to make it make logical sense as a whole world, I often enjoy it, but it can break down quickly if treated as biology is law. I don't know how often the birds veer off of their set patterns, but humans certainly would.

One place where I get a strong "Oh god, this again" feeling from people's plotbunnies is when they're trying to make up a sff society that strikes me as too rigid in a way that real humans aren't. I'll see people using fake wolf biology (not just for horny reasons) but never looking at what's going on with gender in contemporary Thailand or whatever. Like... Le Guin may have made sedoretus feel plausible, but nobody I've ever seen stanning the concept as something fandom should play with has. That's probably because Le Guin was using over-complicated social norms as a thing that breaks down and causes trouble, and "This should be the next A/B/O!" posts are treating it as something that actually works and is a good way to get the pair you don't ship separated while shipping poly.

"It'd also help the reader keep track of who was a part of what group without my having to turn around and state people's coloration constantly."

This, in particular, gives me that cold shudder of recognition from when Homestuck fandom was everywhere and everyone wanted to over-explain those stupid playing card suits and why I should care.

Your concept sounds neat, and I think a set of four pronouns could easily make sense there...

But I also think that if people need the pronouns to keep track of coloration, you haven't set up a system that feels organic enough or haven't given enough cues about how characters are treating each other or why. Use the pronouns too, but just keep that in mind. It's like the "m/m is hard because the pronouns don't tell me whose hand is where" problem. It's almost never actually a pronoun problem.

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Anyone else have thoughts here?

[pinkxpantha]

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love!?

furina x GN!reader

( 🌹 ) — PINK HYACINTH: who can kiss the other the most today? --- thank you @plebejus-argus for submitting the request!!

#: synopsis- furina plots and you follow. How are you in the "It's complicated" stage while being married?!

#: cw- you pronouns, 1.9k. words, arranged marriage, alternate universe (think manhwa nobility), kisses, You're in denial, cue that heracules song, your honor, they may be in love but they're kinda stupid. established relationship. not pr.

“[Name] this is ridiculous.” 

You sighed, “I know.” She's been complaining over this paper for the past three days. With Valentines becoming more popular each year, there's no shortage of valentines themed things.

“Seriously?! Another one!” Furina folds the magazine in her hand over, the news of so many couples scribbled all over another gossip channel.

Which also includes news articles, for whatever reason. “News is supposed to bring information to you!” Your ass. All it's bringing to you is the constant of a pouty partner.

Your wife, Furina, Isn't who you'd call the jealous type. But this..?

“Even Duchess Navia is on here! She's not even pursuing anybody!”

What other word could you use to describe this? 

Furina and you are in an arranged marriage – she certainly wouldn't be your first pick, and you'd probably be one of her last.

The pity of names bearing weight is that as soon as your mother and hers became ‘friends’, you were already packing your bags in anticipation for when she would offer your hand in marriage in your place.

That wasn't abnormal you've had your fair share of “Almost-Wed” because of your mother. But the rumors of Furina de Fontaine were.

“Rejected 200 marriage proposals.” You're pretty sure you heard that once. 

She's been called a brat, whiny, annoying. A multitude of more colorful words as well.

But even as you watched her, amused at her exorbitant reactions, you didn't see the vile labels you could just slap onto her.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” You asked, giving her a sidelong glance as she paused reading at the vanity. 

“Eh?” She echoed, turning to face you. Her hair clipped back with those blue claw clips you remember her obsessing over. You still remember that excited gleam in her eyes as she opened up the package. Seems like it hasn't lost its novelty yet.

“You have a problem with that… gossip channel, right?” You expanded, setting the book you were barely reading to the side. “So, what do you want to do about it?” You watched the gears turn in her head as she thought about your words. Bad sign. 

“Hm…” She rested her chin on her fingers, forming a ‘v’ shape. Then her eyes snapped to yours– then the book you abandoned by your nightstand. She smiled, a corner of her mouth raised higher than the other.

“Ma chérie, how do you feel about going to a tea party tomorrow?” 

“What's with the pet name..?” You sweatdropped. She ignored you.

“It's at some Baroness’ manor. It's perfect-! There'll be enough people so the place won't feel empty, yet too little to be hovered around every corner.. and she's quite the gossip too! Ahaha! I'm certainly a genius!” Furina rambled, her eyes growing wide with her presumably devious intentions.

“Just what are you plotting?” You hesitated to question. Just asking probably meant you were fated to be an accomplice.

“I'm dealing with the gossip articles [Name].” Furina said as though it was obvious. 

“You wouldn't mind helping me out a bit though.. right?” She looked at you, her eyes glittering in the basking candlelight, hues of orange sparkled in those blue depths. 

You tried not to sigh– again. “Yes... Furina, I'll help out.” You'd have to take some responsibility if she made a scene. You don't think you could experience more of a sour and gloomy Furina.

She cheered, her face painted in the warmth of her own ideas. “Thank you [Name]!” Furina chirped joyously. 

At least she wasn't pouting anymore. That's an upside.. right?

Why did you agree to this? Standing outside of the Baroness' Manor you suddenly became face to face with your grievances. 

Furina already detailed you on the “plan”. To amp up the ‘couple’ act. “Even though you were technically married, you didn't act like a couple.” She said something along those lines.

Ugh… it wasn't an expectation between the two of you to be all lovey-dovey with another in private. Honestly, you'd be miserable if you both held no love for another and still faked it. 

At least the neutrality between the two of you managed to grow into something like ‘Friendship’. 

Yet your dear friend failed to mention, this so-called tea party was an actual party.  Immediately standing outside of the manor in its grandeur you recognized the silhouette from the tens of articles about it.

To think Furina simplified it into ‘just a tea party’ is a bold lie.

“psst-! [Name]!” She called out to you in a faint whisper, her heel rested on the bottom rank of the carriage yet she made no move to exit.

The poor driver didn't understand why she wouldn't step down. You rolled your eyes at the realization.

“Furina, my dear.” You gave her your hand, to which she eagerly accepted. 

You leaned forward, in a small bow, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. You didn't look up--for fear her teasing expression would immediately ruin the immersion of the faux romance you were setting.

“[Name], you're too kind!” She stepped down, putting some of her weight onto your hand as she did so. 

You entered the doors to the mansion, pointedly ignoring the confused expression of your carriage escort who definitely heard the two of you bickering during the journey.

You don't doubt you'll see those expressions a lot today.

Furina was dressed well. A flowy and modest sundress with patterns of rainbow roses, and other flowers. You weren't much of an expert in that field– you think there might have been more types, but frankly you didn't care too much to investigate or ask. 

You were dressed to suit her, a similar pattern woven into various accessories you had on. 

You really looked like a couple. You stood to the side as Furina greeted the other guests. She was the more social of you two – and you'd probably forget everyone's name introduced to you by the end of the night.

This role you had to play– quickly became competitive… You'd place a quick kiss on her knuckles, a few minutes later she'd give you a chaste kiss on your cheeks.

This was getting out of hand– you two were being way too obvious with these fake affections. The scoreboard was at 16 to 14, with you being the latter. She took you off guard by kissing you twice-! On your cheek, then right at the connection of your jaw.

How were you supposed to respond? Who knows, you should've expected this–! But you still needed a minute in a powder room to fix the heat fixated on your cheeks. 

No. You needed revenge. You stepped back out into the lively atmosphere of the party. Most guests had migrated to the garden, save for Furina and the group of women she was talking to. 

Perfect. 

You walked up behind Furina, tucking a small piece of hair behind her ear, interrupting whatever she was saying.

You leaned in, pressing a small kiss onto the fold of her ear, covered by your hand cupping the area as though you were whispering to her. 

You pulled away from her, “My apologies for interrupting.” You said to the other women she was discussing with.

You quickly walked off into the garden, without failing to catch a glimpse of Furina's reddened face, and the teasing exclamation of the other noble.

That means the scoreboard is now… 16 to 20. Yes, you do think that kiss was worth 4 points. 

And then reality set in.

Oh my archons, what did I just do? You interrupted a random conversation between them – they could've been talking about some grimm dark subject and you just completely changed the mood..!

I'm sorry Furina. These are the consequences of a war like this.

The embarrassment of what you just did set in– for the next hour you'll avoid anybody in Furina's social circle– which is an all encompassing venn diagram. So, ultimately, you just retreated back inside after ten minutes. 

Either Furina happens to know your thought process too well,  or someone caught you slipping away, because she's walking right beside you.

It's quiet, that's abnormal. Nothing ever really feels quiet with her. But it is, and it's unsettling.

“Sorry.” You say, looking straight ahead. “For that, I mean.” 

Furina pauses, just for a second. You slow before coming to a stop. “You– you don't have to apologize.” The words tumbled out of her lips, like she hesitated putting her thoughts to words.

“Why?” You can't help but ask.

“ “Why?” who responds like that when someone says they don't have to be sorry?” She groaned, her eyes meeting yours again. 

Why did I ask that? You thought for a moment. Why you of all people. Furina stirs up enough gossip and rumors to satiate her hunger for attention just by going to a bakery occasionally. 

This entire idea was immature, and you still went along with it. Why?

“I just realized I like spending time with you.” 

Dumb plans to make dumb rumors is something you'd never do on your own. But with her…

These things feel novel– you'll reap the punishments and embarrassment of these odd stunts, but who could blame you?

With the boundary of romance already wrapped around you and tied into a union, what was the point of pretending to be something less together. 

“I didn't have much more to say, so I just asked what came to mind.” You admitted.

Furina, with her wide blue eyes and character that always left an impression on you, watched you. 

“Well, I didn't mind it– er, I mean. I asked you to play along, anyways.” She clarified, her fist raised to her mouth, shielding her mouth from your view. 

She looked nervous–? No-, genuine would be a better word. You want to see more of that. 

You chuckled,letting your eyes soften. She caught your look– so delicate–! She quickly started walking ahead of you.

“Furina? Where are you going?” 

“You said you wanted to spend time with me right? C'mon.” She said with a huff– you just shrugged as you followed her.

This feeling doesn't feel foreign. Still, you weren't going to name it.

BONUS- lipstick challenge w furina and you

“ Mmh– ‘Rina..” You groaned, your cheeks smooshed by her hands. 

“Almost done..” She said, as she tilted your head up. Pressing another kiss onto the base of your neck. This time leaving a clear mark of shimmery red– her own lipstick staining your skin.

You were leaning against the bathroom sink, with just enough visibility from the back to see your face covered in the marks she left on you in the mirror. Your arms steadied yourself on the sink, awkwardly holding the rim.

She was right in between you, her legs hatched over yours as she leaned in to kiss you again. “Mwwah!” She exaggerated the sound, much to your dismay.

“Are you done now?” You groaned, not looking at her eyes. 

Furina sighed, “But I only got to try one color..” 

You narrowed your eyes. “You shouldn't even have more than one color on you?” 

Furina only pulled her purse into her hands, quickly scooping up five more lipsticks.

“Furina.” You glared. She only laughed, it was light and airy, and unmistakably her.

“Ready for the next one?” 

By the time she's done you'll probably be unable to see your original skin color. You'll get revenge later. Totally.

[genoskissors]

Finally done! Thank you everyone for your patience!

Principal Monokuma’s Room Check!

Trigger Happy Havoc Boys

THH Girls Rooms

There are a few notes throughout to explain some things I thought most would not know (like Japanese traditions) or just to clarify things changed in localization.

Naegi-kun’s Room Edition

Sigh. It’s the private room where a high school boy spends his agonizing nights, even so, what’s with this plainness!? Why don’t you have something more shameful or embarrassing!? Naegi-kun, I’m disappointed in you!

Checkpoints: A: It’s the memo pad I prepared. It would be nice if it had Hope’s Peak Academy’s school emblem on it, to give it a rich feeling.

B: This is the key to the room. It has a key holder with the appropriate name on it. It cannot be bought and is very sophisticated, so improper usage is prohibited!

C: It’s a mock sword that was kept on the display shelf. Even though it was only decoration, it was carefully displayed, so an incident happened. Upupupu.

D: I heard that mysterious curly hair grows in boys’ rooms. An adhesive lint roller is useful for frequent cleaning! I’m so attentive! Note: Don't really know what this means, I think it might be referencing Junko's hair.

Ishimaru-kun’s Room Edition

It’s a room filled with study materials and is well organized, just as one would expect from a serious person like Ishimaru-kun’s room. Hmm~ If you spend all your energy on this, you won’t be able to focus on the killing game!

Checkpoints: A: Dictionaries and reference books are the most exciting when lined up neatly on your desk. Huh? Are you using them properly? Hee~...

B: He irons his uniform every day. Also, the armbands as well, so you know he really likes this things.

C: A New Year’s tradition, Kakizome. I suggest “In early spring, be careful of bears, as they can get ferocious!” Huh? Aren’t you going to start writing?

D: What kind of guy likes to swing around a bamboo sword even though he isn’t part of the kendo club? Do you stand on the ground, put your forehead on it, and spin around to split a watermelon? Note: This is a Japanese game called Suikawari.

Togami-kun’s Room Edition

Genuine rich people tend to seek a more modest sense of luxury rather than those who are nouveau riche. I have no clue how much Togami-kun’s room actually costs. Note: “Nouveau riche” refers to people who become rich themselves and “genuine rich people” refers to people who were born into a rich family, like Byakuya.

Checkpoints: A: It’s a violin or something. Famous ones can be worth billions. That’s more expensive than the famous Chinese medicine, bear bile, which is very pricey, roar! Note: Based on the phrase "violin or something" it's likely a viola. That's just my theory though.

B: There is nothing more difficult than determining the value of a painting. In many cases, collecting these masterpieces is not about appreciating art, but investing in it.

C: Ahaha! A red carpet laid out from the entrance, Togami-kun must be kidding me! That’s what the life of stardom is about!

D: The famous line “I will kill you, without fail!” is what makes Togami’s glasses indispensable! I can’t believe he has 10 of them, that’s quite a thorough preparation!

Oowada-kun’s Room Edition

I believe that biker gangs are a style and a fashion. That’s why it’s necessary for those who call themselves bikers to have an easy-to-understand logo or item that appeals to everyone. Upupu.

Checkpoints: A: These are the big flags put on the back of bikes, aren’t they? I always wonder if they are safe from being blown away by the wind.

B: These are all motorcycle magazines, right? I’m not going to go as far as suggesting philosophy books or economic magazines, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to open a textbook once in a while?

C: Are you really satisfied with the 5G “ Cypress Stick”? Isn’t the 1500G “Steel Broadsword” the catharsis? Note: I’m pretty sure this is a Dragon Quest reference.

D: This is the colorful banner of Oowada’s gang, “Crazy Diamonds”. Hmm, you’re only really good at difficult kanji.

Kuwata-kun’s Room Edition

Hey, Kuwata-kun, baseball doesn't even have a “ya” character! I know you don't like it, but now that you're at our school, maybe you could try to act like a baseball player, even if it's a front? Note: The Japanese word for baseball, Yakyuu (野球), has a “ya” in it, so I think Monokuma is just saying this to see if Leon will even care enough to react to his statement.

Checkpoints: A: Why do self-proclaimed punk fans like human skulls? A sea bream head has another sea bream inside, right? That's even more favorable! Note: I'm not gonna lie, I have no clue what that second sentence means. I think it relates to the saying “鯛の尾より鰯の頭”, but I still don't know how it correlates.

B: I want CDs and DVDs to come in splendid limited edition packaging, but they don’t fit neatly like this. How troubling.

C: Carrying your guitar case on your back and feeling tired as you walk around town is super cool. There was a time when I thought that way too.

D: In order to stand out and be popular, you need to have vocals. Kuwata-kun's purity is manly in a sense. I would like to hear his beautiful voice. Upupu.

Yamada-kun’s Room Edition

A utopia making the world’s geeks water at the mouth, the pink love nest of Buuko and Yamada-kun. As a despair maniac, I am driven by a desire for a room devoted solely to my hobby. Note: Buuko is Princess Piggles in the localization.

Checkpoints: A: Hey, I’m giving it everything I got to ask this question, is this what Yamada-kun is wearing? Isn’t it self-indulgent to wear it on his 170cm and 155kg body!?

B: “MARTIAL ARTS LADIES”, “This time, I’ll punish you on the mat!”.  I don’t understand why martial arts cosplay makes your heart pound.

C: Some people say these sheets and body pillow are perverted, but the desire for skin contact is neither two-dimensional nor three-dimensional.

D: Three-dimensional objects have a sense of unity because they are equipped with a three-dimensional concept. The shading of light and the convergence of existence are astonishing (The following is omitted). Note: “The following is omitted” is just a way of saying Monokuma kept rambling.

Yasuhiro-kun's Room Edition

Hagakure-kun’s love of fortune-telling is, quite honestly, shady, right? Even though he has all these tools, he still uses intuition to tell fortunes, doesn’t he? So, what in the world are these piles of junk for!?

Checkpoints: A: People with extremely dry skin tend to have a lot of wrinkles on their palms, which makes palm readers cry. It’s hard to even do fortune-telling these days.

B: Fortune-telling cards are great for mysteries and romance. If I sold "Monokuma’s Carefully Made Pure Gold Tarot", maybe I could make a profit. Upupupu.

C: If anything, Hagakure-kun has more of an oriental divination image. When I see tools like this, I want to display them in an alcove or something.

D: Come on! How many times do I have to say this!? When buying fortune-telling goods online, do not cash on delivery! This time, I was the one who paid for it too!

Fujisaki-kun’s Room Edition

Even though he’s the Super High School Level Programmer, Fujisaki-kun actually has a variety of hobbies. That’s good, science... a science student! I want to learn many things from him.

Checkpoints: A: Three monitors and a luxurious-looking executive chair. He looks like a young company president or day trader. A serious side profile would be wonderful!

B: I don’t know what this is, but it looks amazing anyway! It looks like an ancient map or some other geeky item.

C: After people learn how to interact with the romantic hyperspace of the universe, their outlook on life changes drastically. That’s what I thought just now.

D: Tada! There are hand grips on the bed! It makes me tear up to know he was secretly training.

[pupslimes]

or. Bottom schlatt x reader with. Both transmasc.

(pussy got) teeth by 5sos

anon i love u. sooooooooooooo. ahaha. yeah. t4t as always, write more masc readers u fucking cowards. yes i did slip in mention of piss... lord forbid a woman has hobbies... anyways shoutout to bottom sub schlatt all my homies love bottom sub schlatt. no cw!

"Jay…" your voice was ragged as it left your throat.

"Yeah toots?" His voice was equally rough, the timbre grating through your body in just the right way, settling hot in your core.

You looped your arms around his neck, pressing your mouth even harder against his as you tugged him into you. He moaned into your mouth, pressing his tongue into your mouth with fervor. You met him with the same energy, twisting it to graze against one of his canine teeth, whining at the sensation as you did. You felt him grin into the kiss, before pulling away and attacking your neck. "Such a freak for liking my teeth so much," His voice was muffled against your neck. "Really gets you goin' that much?"

An "ah!" slipped from you at his ministrations. He decided to take it as an answer as he continued.

"I'm sure you'll like this then, darlin'" and he sunk his teeth in. Schlatt bit fucking hard. He bit like he had prey to subdue, like he was trying to put you under his power. Not that he'd ever be capable of that, but it still worked. You slumped into his chest, allowing yourself to go practically boneless in his lap. "Makin me wish my pussy had teeth," he snorted. You managed to level your gaze with his.

"I'll suck you off either way,"

He groaned, his head tipping back. The headband holding his hair back slipped a little, and you reached up to push it further out. He leaned into your touch, and you let your nails graze his scalp with the teeth of the headband. He groaned in pleasure, grabbing your wrist as it lifted the hairpiece from his crown, bringing it to his mouth and placing a kiss there. "You serious about the sucking me off?" he cooed. You nodded gently, and he shifted under you, spreading his legs. You slipped off his lap as he did, dropping onto the couch cushion with a gentle whoof of air. You continued the process of moving between his legs, scooting backwards till your knees unbent from underneath you and your toes hit the floor. The tile was chilly, but you barely minded as you tucked your calves beneath your thighs, knees settling onto the floor.

Schlatt grinned down at you. His hand came up to caress your face, and you pressed further into his touch. A whimper escaped your throat. "Need it that bad?"

"Need you to fuck my face," It wasn't that you were looking for him to be rough with you, to take charge but you were craving his touch like no other in this moment. Not that it mattered to him either way at this point. The opportunity you were handing him on a silver platter was few and far between, and he was going to take advantage of it. Your hands were already on their way to his belt anyways, so it wasn't like he had much choice in the matter. He chuckled as he canted his hips up, allowing you to shove down his jeans and boxers in one go. He let you work for it, pulling the fabric down his legs tug by tug, snorting when you let out a frustrated noise at the lack of assistance. You grumbled under your breath. "Men,"

"Like you aren't one too, bubs. Tell me you wouldn't be doin' the same shit if you were in my situation," You refused to answer him, instead huffing at him with false bravado. He smirked, before letting his thighs fall open. You couldn't help yourself, gaze shooting down, and a strangled whine leaving your chest. You were fucking drooling over his pussy. To be fair, it was the sort of pussy you drooled over. It was the chubbiest pussy you'd ever laid your eyes on, the skin of it plush and soft, and the flesh within radiated heat. The color was a soft, flushed pink, and the hood over his cock had a slight bend to it, a quirk to the right. He told you if he ever got bottom surgery he'd have them make it curve that way, almost as an homage to the way he looked now. The cock itself, swollen and slick, pulsed at the cold air against it. You watched it twitch, and traced your eyes down his slit, landing on his hole clenching around nothing. Slick graced its way down his skin, burying into the ridges between his richly fat pussy and his ass, where you had to admit he was equally as endowed, and strung between the meat of his thighs, which glistened under the light. Several times while the two of you had frotted against each other, you had practically lavished praise on his pussy, telling him over and over how much you loved it, how beautiful it was, how much you thought about it with your hands between your legs. You had inflated his ego beyond belief at this point, and if he ever had any qualms about being a man with a pussy, he didn't after he started sleeping with you.

Speaking of his pussy, Schlatt raised an eyebrow and motioned towards it, a sign to get to work. Normally, you would have been pissed at the gesture, landing a slap or two on his thigh, but you considered yourself lucky enough to put your hands and mouth on it that you didn't care what he did and said, or rather, didn't say, to you in your quest to obtain it. "Scoot forward, fucker," Okay, maybe you cared a little bit. Schlatt scooted to the edge of the couch, and you couldn't help but murmur out a "good boy," to him gently. You watched his hole spasm, feeling proud that just a couple of words from you elicited a reaction so strong.

"Please, sir?"

And who were you to deny him after that? You leaned forward, running the tip of your tongue gently up the very core of his pussy. A moan broke into the otherwise quiet room. On top of having what was objectively a gorgeous pussy, Schlatt was also loud. You could basically live off of eating him out. Moans and whimpers poured out of him like water from forest falls, and you knew just how to pull your favorite sounds out of him. Your tongue circled around his cock, several quick circles that never actually touched it, before drawing down to lap at his hole. "Toots," he keened out. "Holy hell," You kept going, eating him like a man starved. A nibble to his thigh, open mouthed kisses against his cunt, spitting into his hole. You felt the wet pooling on your face, up against your nose, down your chin, across your cheeks. When it came to pussy like Schlatt's, you had to eat it messy. Your mouth eventually circled around his cock, suckling it firmly, making him cum for the first time that evening. He bucked into your mouth, and you placed a hand on his hip, guiding him forward against you. Despite having just cum, he began fucking into your mouth. Your tongue relaxed slightly to flatten out, making sure that the largest surface area possible of his pussy was pressing against something as he ground into you. You curled your top lip down, and his cock bumped against it as he slipped around your mouth, sopping wet and quivering.

The room soon filled with just the sounds of skin against skin and Schlatt's broken moans. "Please!" He was crying now, tears rolling down his cheeks in waves as he twisted in your hands, humping your face as his pussy thrummed against your tongue. "Please let me cum, darlin', oh please sir, pretty fuckin' pleeeeease," His plea drew out long as he came again. And when Schlatt was overstimulated, he squirted. Liquid flooded your mouth, and you let it drip out of your mouth as you let him ride out the orgasm. You could hear dribbles of it pooling onto the floor below you, and your hand had to shoot between your legs to relieve the insane build up of pressure in your own cunt. Your fingers slipped in easily, and you ground down on them, slick sounds covered by the sounds of Schlatt's panting. His chest heaved up and down, and you couldn't keep your eyes off his reddened face as you fucked down on your own hand. He groaned, glancing down between his legs, a hand coming down to scoop up some of the mess left dripping on his pussy. Before he could do much past look slightly disgusted by it, you leaned forward, closing your lips around his fingers. The taste brought back all the memories of the last half hour, and your eyes slipped closed. With the taste of his skin and cum (and probably a little piss) on your tongue and your own digits in you, you came, groaning loudly around his fingers. You hadn't realized quite how close you had been when you had sunk into yourself, but Schlatt really just did that to you.

Speaking of your boyfriend, you opened your eyes, glancing up at him. His eyes were wide in a stunned silence, body completely still. You pulled your mouth off his fingers slowly, and the cold air seemed to shock at his system. "Come up here, doll, please. Let me return the favor," You smirked.

[memoriesarchived]

Hoshina Soshiro - Archive 2

TW: NSFW, Smut at the very bottom, Creampie, Pet name: "Sweet Heart", Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Ass Slapping

Prequel: Archive Open, Archive 1

Summary: Soshiro was reassured, went on on a date and ended up staying for tea

Author's note: Lowkey did not revise this, so I apologize if there's any mistake. Credit the drawing to the artist! I couldn't find who the artist was, if you know please let me know!

Five hours had passed, and all Soshiro could do was watch the news, his eyes glued to the TV.

Ringgggg Ringgg

Wonder Gorilla was calling.

Soshiro immediately picked up his phone.

“Took ya long enough” he started, not realizing how tense he had been until he felt the invisible weight lift from his chest.

“Did you get home?” he asked, his voice a mix of relief and concern.

“Just now. I was stuck in Osaka,” came the reply.

“Couldn’t ya pick up the phone earlier?” Soshiro asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Ahaha… my phone died.”

Silence hung between them for a moment.

“Aren’t you a lil worried, Coconut?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Soshiro responded, his tone softening.

“Aww, stop it, you lil’coconut head.”

“Respect your elders, broomstick head” Soshiro teased, leaning back on the bed. His eyes drifted to his reflection in the window.

“YOUR MOM.”

Beep Beep 

Soshiro laughed, picturing Yoko’s face turning bright red, her eyes squinting as she delivered the line. Yoko was the most animated person he knew, always gesticulating wildly while telling stories and pausing for dramatic effect, only to deliver the most anticlimactic lines. She loved all kinds of stories—legends, folklore, fantasy, sci-fi, and history. They had even started their own little book club, sharing interpretations and debating deeper meanings that were hidden within the text.

After being released from the hospital, the first thing Soshiro did was take a shower. There was nothing better than showering at home. Walking out with a towel around his waist, he stopped by the mirror above the sink. Water still dripped down his torso as he bent over, looking at his wet hair and feeling a profound sense of relief and joy of getting out of that damn hospital.

“I need a haircut soon.” He mumbled before grabbing his hair towel and patting his hair dry. 

Now, Soshiro found himself stuck in his room, debating what to wear. After much deliberation, he decided on a slightly oversized white linen short-sleeve button-up, folding the sleeves up a bit for a casual touch. He paired it with a random Calvin Klein boxers and stepped into a pair of khaki slacks, securing them with a matching dark brown belt.

Satisfied with his outfit, he took a moment to check his reflection in the mirror. Everything looked just right. He then grabbed his black Uniqlo shoulder bag, which was hanging by the doorway, slipped into his umber brown Birkenstocks, and snatched the Vespa's key before heading out the door.

The ride to Mie was nothing short of enchanting, blessed by perfect weather. Soshiro reveled in the breeze combing through his hair, the fresh scent of nature mingling with each breath as he navigated the winding roads of Nara. As he approached Mie, the distinct aroma of the ocean greeted him, adding a touch of magic to his journey. Then something caught his eyes, Hanako San’s Flower Shop. 

Soshiro held a bouquet of delicate white baby's breath and light pink roses, wrapped in brown paper and tied with an aquamarine bow. Holding his breath, he pressed the button on the white-painted wooden gate. Moments later, he saw a blur of brown hair rushing through the door. As the gate opened, his breath was taken away.

Yoko stood before him in a cream-colored dress with a corset-inspired bodice and an A-line skirt, the shoulder straps tied into delicate bows. Her wavy dark brown hair cascaded freely, and her pink lips glistened.. When she looked up at him with her mesmerizing teal eyes, Soshiro was struck speechless, completely losing himself in the moment and forgetting every word he had planned to say. He watched as her cheeks turned red, her eyes drifting down to the bouquet of flowers he held.

"For ya," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper, breaking the silence between them.

"T-Thank you, they’re beautiful" she stammered, her face breaking into a smile. Soshiro handed her the flowers, their fingers brushing against each other, leaving a lingering warmth even from the brief contact. "Let me put these away before we leave," she said, turning towards the house. 

As she turned away, Soshiro noticed that the dress was backless, held together by only two strings, showcasing her smooth skin. His heart pounded in his chest, heat rushing to his cheeks. He quickly turned away, covering his mouth with his hand as his ears burned. 

He got ready and mounted the Vespa, its engine purring softly as he waited for Yoko to join him. Yoko soon emerged with the camera strapped across her body. With a gentle smile, he handed her a helmet. After he got on, she wrapped her arms around his waist. The warmth of her arms encircling his waist, her chest and face pressing close against his back, made him wonder if she could feel the rapid rhythm of his heart. 

“You smell nice” Yoko whispered, Soshiro could feel her breath on his back. “You smell like freshly laundered sheets mingled with the earthy, sweet aroma of a summer rain.” 

"Okay, descriptive author," Soshiro teased, his face flushing red from the compliment. Thankfully, Yoko couldn't see it. She responded with a playful smack on his thigh, just hard enough to sting a bit.

"This is why you can't have nice things," she retorted, a small smile playing on her lips. Soshiro caught a glimpse of it in the Vespa’s rearview mirror. 

They wound up at a quaint corner bookstore, where a tiny elderly lady sat behind the counter, her hair neatly tied in a bun. She greeted them with a warm smile as they walked in.

"Welcome in," the elderly lady said. They smiled back and bowed slightly before venturing down the aisle. Yoko was already a few steps ahead of him. She grabbed a random book and opened it.

"Yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism." Yoko closed the book and glanced at the title. "A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini," she read aloud. Soshiro's gaze remained fixed on her as his fingers trailed along the spines of the books. Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed a book, and opened it.

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world." He closed the book and looked at the title. "The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller."

"Oh? How romantic, Mr. Coconut," Yoko chuckled, her eyes locked with Soshiro's.

"Says the one with an endless collection of romance novels," Soshiro teased, lightly smacking Yoko on the head with the book. She whined in response. "Your choice."

"The Song of Achilles, duh... but let's read A Thousand Splendid Suns after." Yoko smiles cheekily and steps closer, their faces inches apart. Soshiro could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips. In one swift motion, she pulled out another copy of The Song of Achilles from the shelf next to his head, then stepped back with a playful grin.

They both walked to the counter where the elderly lady sat. Soshiro noticed Yoko pulling out her wallet and gently blocked her path with his body. He took the novel from her hand and handed it to the elderly lady. 

"A bag, please," he requested with a smile. Yoko stood with her arms crossed and a pout on her face, waiting for Soshiro to finish up. As soon as they stepped out of the store, Soshiro noticed Yoko parting her lips to speak, but before she could say anything, he interrupted, "What kind of man would make the woman pay on a date?" 

That did the trick; Yoko's face turned bright red, her eyes darting away to look at anything but the man in front of her. It was endearing. Soshiro couldn't help but laugh. With his free hand, he found hers and intertwined their fingers. Together, they made their way to the park. 

"Do you think soulmates are real?" Yoko suddenly asked. It wasn't unusual for her to pose such questions. At the hospital, she had once asked Soshiro if he believed in mermaids, reasoning that if Kaiju existed, then surely it wouldn’t be a stretch. 

"Mmh..." Soshiro pondered, realizing he had never really considered it that way. The idea of having someone destined for you was comforting, but it also seemed to undermine the belief that you could choose your own path in life if everything was preordained. Just like how someone would be inherently “evil” or “good”. 

"I don't think so," Soshiro finally answered. "However, I do believe in fate. You're destined to meet certain people, but what you do with those encounters is up to ya."

"That's a good way to put it," Yoko responded thoughtfully. "Well, I hope that in every lifetime, we're destined to meet."

Soshiro's heart melted at her words, and he grinned back at her. "I'll be sure to find ya."

As they entered the park, Yoko slowly let go of Soshiro's hand. Behind the wooden gazebo stood a giant waterfall, its scent filling the air. He turned to look at Yoko, only to find her pointing a camera in his direction.

Click

"The view's good," she said with a smile, a blush spreading across his face. He then ushered her closer and took the camera. They took a selfie together, with him holding the camera since he was the taller one. His arm wrapped around her waist while she held the paper bag of books. Both of them grinned into the camera, the waterfall cascading in the background.

"Not as good as this one," Soshiro added, looking at the picture. “Race ya to the gazebo” 

The camera and the book were abandoned by a tree. 

Soshiro was in the lead, until Yoko decided that she was going to tackle him. The two of them ended up rolling on the grass. Twisting and turning, somehow ended up with Soshiro on top of her. Her face flushed and both of them were laughing breathlessly. His fingers laced with hers as he pinned her down.  

“Didn’t know ya liked playing dirty” 

“Everything is fair in love and war” Yoko retorted, her knee jabbed into Soshiro’s waist as she tried to push him off. 

"Oh? So this is war?" Soshiro grinned, his canine teeth peeking out. In a swift motion, Yoko slipped her wrist out of his grip and pulled him down by his shirt collar, locking their lips together. Soshiro's eyes widened, but he traced his tongue across her bottom lip before slipping it in, deepening the kiss. He felt her legs wrap around his waist as she leaned in, his hands instinctively finding their way to her hips.

Suddenly, he found himself flipped over, with Yoko on top. She grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the ground. Her face was flushed, a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of her reddened lips, which curved into a smirk. She reached out to touch the gazebo’s wooden pole.

"I won," Yoko announced. Soshiro stared into the teal eyes and let out a laugh. 

“Ya’d really do anything to win” 

“Perhaps” 

Soshiro had the potential to do much more, but he didn’t want to traumatize anyone who might take a stroll in the park today. They lingered for a while, enjoying the surroundings and engrossing themselves in the book they had just picked up earlier. As the weather began to cool, Soshiro decided it was time to leave before the mosquitoes appeared, likely viewing Yoko’s exposed back as an invitation for a feast.

When they arrived back at Yoko’s house, she hopped off the Vespa with a smile.

"I had fun today," Yoko said, removing her helmet but still clutching it tightly. "D-Do you want t-to stay for tea?" she stammered, her eyes cast down at the ground.

"Yea," Soshiro replied, turning off the Vespa’s engine. He wasn’t one to turn down such an invitation. Yoko handed back the helmet, and Soshiro hung it on the rearview mirror before following her into the house. Taking his shoes off at the doorway. 

The house was just as Soshiro had imagined: warm and inviting. The living room was decorated with two yellow chairs, each adorned with light green pillows, and a blue sofa accented with salmon pillows. A white and light blue carpet lay underfoot. On the shelves were pictures that he assumed were of a younger Yoko and her parents. One showed her in a kimono with her parents at a wedding, another captured her high school graduation, and yet another depicted Yoko from her preschool days.

“You were so cute, what happened?” Soshiro teased, looking back at Yoko who was about to leave the room. 

“Your mom happened” 

“Is that ya’r only comeback? Ya suck” 

“Are you going to swallow?” Yoko grinned as Soshiro’s face went red. She stuck out her tongue at him as she left the room. “I’m going to get the tea” 

Soshiro felt heat rushing down south as he had such a vivid imagination of what Yoko insinuated. He sat down on the blue couch, grabbing the pillow and putting it over his lap. Trying to slap that image out of his head. 

"Someone got comfortable real quick," Yoko teased as she returned to the room, carrying a tray with two teacups. She set the tray down on the side table next to Soshiro before taking a seat on the empty side of the couch. “My parents are overseas right now for business stuff…in case you were wondering” Yoko mumbled, if it wasn’t for the dead quiet room maybe he wouldn’t have heard it. 

Soshiro tilted his head, his eyes scanning Yoko from head to toe. He could tell she was nervous from the way her finger tapped on the edge of the teacup, her eyes fixed on her finger instead of meeting his gaze. The tips of her ears were bright red. He settled his teacup on the side table. “Can ya repeat that? I didn’t catch it,” Soshiro teased, his lips curling into a Cheshire grin.

“Repeat w-what?” Yoko stammered, lifting her eyes to meet his. Soshiro could see she was trying to hide her embarrassment with annoyance, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her. She set her tea down on the side table and looked away, unable to hold his gaze for long. 

Soshiro gently grasped Yoko's chin, turning her face to meet his. He locked their lips together, his other hand finding its way to her waist. He pulled her into his lap, one hand cupping her face as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, while the other rested on her waist, drawing her closer. Yoko’s hand finding its way to his back. Her fingers clenching down on his linen shirt, crinkling it in her grasps as she moved into the kiss. His canine teeth biting down on her bottom lips as he rolled his hips up against hers. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she rolled her hips down onto his to match his rhythm. Just like how they fight without needing words, it seems like this was also the case here. 

Soshiro pulled away and there was a string of saliva connecting both of their lips. Yoko’s chest was heaving up and down as her face flushed. Soshiro looked down and he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The two little dots that poked through told him that. Her hands found their way to her skirt, lifting the material up to reveal a light purple lace panty the color complimenting her skin. There was already a drenched spot in the middle of the panty. This sent blood rushing down south for Soshiro, making him even more uncomfortable in his pants than before. Soshiro smirked as his lips found their way to Yoko’s bare neck. Biting down onto the skin, sucking onto it at his heart content. One of his hands found its way up Yoko’s thigh. Sending shivers down her spine as she felt the heat creeping in closer and closer. Her lips brush against Soshiro’s ear as she moans out softly. 

Soshiro pressed his thumb against her soaked panty, moving his thumb in a circular motion, groaning against Yoko’s skin as he wanted nothing more but to rip the fabric off her. Stripping her bare of anything in front of him, looking up at him with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. For her to whisper his name over and over again. Yoko's breath began to shorten as pleasure was spreading to her, her fingers finding its way to Soshiro’s chest. Working her hands to unbutton his shirt as fast as she can, only to be distracted by the other’s tongue on her clothed nipple. The hand that was once on her waist was now gone, finding its way to occupy her other nipple. She arched her back wantonly into the touch. Soshiro pressed his tongue flat on her nipple, then he squeezed the other nipple in between his fingers. Soshiro, being a fair man himself, took the other nipple in his mouth and switched his hand so that both sides were equally loved. His eyes never left Yoko’s face, a smirk plastered on his face as he watched her drown the room with her moans. Soshiro’s free hand brushed up against her clit. The pleasure was driving her crazy, each touch was like fueling the fire of lust. By the time Yoko was done unbuttoning all of Soshiro’s buttons, lust clouded her eyes. Moans leaving her lips as she raked up and down Soshiro’s abs and biceps. Reminding her of how the combat suit really didn’t do him justice. Soshiro retracted his lips and hand from her nipples. Leaning backward for Yoko to fully rake in the view, his skin glowed under the warm light of her living room. He himself was no better than her, eyes filled with lust as he raked in the image of the disheveled hair and how her dress’s strap was falling down her shoulders. Her smooth neck now decorated with red marks all over, the two little wet marks on her chest proved the action he did earlier. His eyes trailed down to her legs, his finger trailed up the wet liquid that was seeping down Yoko’s leg. “I swallowed,” Soshiro teased, licking his fingers clean as he stared right into Yoko’s eyes. 

Yoko whimpered at the sight, her fingers finding its way to cup Soshiro's bulge. Making the man buckled his hip. She pulled her dress over herself, revealing the flushed skin that’s begging for Soshiro to mark. Her nipples were all puffy due to the attack it endured earlier. Soshiro's hand found its way up to fondle Yoko’s breast, his thumb brushing past the nipple as he kissed down on her bare skin. His tongue flickering on the nipple as he took it in between his teeth. Raking his teeth over the already sensitive skin. This made Yoko throw her head back, hips coming down on Soshiro’s. Yoko could feel Soshiro's cock pressing up against her panties, just to imagine what it would feel like inside her was already driving her insane. Soshiro moaned as he rolled his hips back up against Yoko’s drenched pussy, his pants and her panties being drenched. He couldn’t tell if it was because of his precum or was it because of her. Perhaps it was the both of them.

“E-Enough with the t-teasing” Yoko stammered out, tugging Soshiro by the hair to pull him away from her nipples. Nevertheless, she’s still grinding down on him. Soshiro chuckled as he grabbed her chin gently, pulling her back in. His lips found its way to her, licking her bottom lips he pushed his tongue into her mouth hungrily before pulling away.

“Patience sweetheart” Soshiro whispered against Yoko’s lips before hooking his fingers around Yoko’s panties, ripping the fabric. Revealing her soaked pussy, aching to be touched. The clit was bright pink showing how well it was cared for earlier.  His other hand went to unzip his own pants, lifting his hips up while tugging down his boxer. Taking his cock into his hand and pulling it out. The tip of his cock was already bright red, precum leaking down on its side.

“The combat suit does hide it '' Yoko mumbled, making Soshiro laugh as he couldn’t help but find it endearing that she still thinks about her random questions even at times like this. “That’s huge.” Yoko whispered, her finger tip tracing the crown of Soshiro’s cock, making his cock twitching and ripping a moan out of him. Soshiro really couldn’t help himself when he flipped Yoko over on her stomach. Her plump ass right in his face, he let his intrusive thoughts take over when he slapped the skin with his palm. Earning him a loud moan from the other, her back arched as she pushed her ass further up in the air. 

The next thing Yoko knew was that Soshiro’s fingers were prying her mouth open, which she gladly did. Swirling her tongue around his fingers, and sucking onto them like how she’d suck his cock. Only for him to withdraw the fingers a few seconds later. Soshiro himself was so hard to the point where it hurts, but he has self control. 

 Soshiro’s fingers trails down Yoko’s ass cheeks to her pussy. Slipping his index finger in first, the way that her pussy wrapped around him. The warmth, tight and wetness engulfed his finger, causing him to moan. Sending a hot sensation down to his cock at the imagination of it would feel like when he’s finally in her. He added in another finger, curling them as he tried to find the sweet spot. Earning himself a stifled moan from Yoko. Her pussy was so wet that the only sounds he could hear was the squelching of her pussy every single time he thrusted his fingers in and out mixed in with her moans. It was driving him crazy. “S-Sohiro..p-please” Yoko whined as she felt the pleasure being sent through her body. Her legs were already shaking just from his fingers. 

“Please what sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, his chest touching her bare back as his lips grazed her ears. Without waiting for an answer, Soshiro pushed in another finger until he was knuckles deep. Curling them just at the right spot, the spot where he knew Yoko would moan out the loudest. Just as he expected Yoko sobbed into the pillow, her fingers digging into the couch’s fabric. 

“Your c-cock insid-de” Yoko breathed out shakily as she turned her face to the side. That was more than enough for Soshiro to lose it. He pulled his fingers out, grabbing Yoko by the waist and flipped her over. Grabbing her thighs, he spread her legs apart and put them over his shoulder. One hand was right by her head as the other was holding onto his cock. Rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet pussy. He took in the way her eyes were squinted close as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and down to her pussy. Yoko’s hands latched onto Soshiro’s back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving a stinging feeling but Soshiro doesn’t mind it. Matter of fact, he loved it. “S-Soshiro”. 

That was all it took for Soshiro to push his cock all the way inside of her, even he himself couldn’t hold back his moan as her pussy was wrapped around his cock. “So t-tight” Soshiro moaned as he grinned his hips into her. The warmth and the wetness was overwhelming. Yoko gasped seeing white for a split second, moaning Soshiro’s name like it was a mantra. It took all of his self control to not start ramming into her. 

“How do you feel s-sweetheart?” Soshiro whispered, wanting to make sure that Yoko was comfortable before he continued. Yoko’s hand slipped up into his hair grabbing it and pulled him down into a kiss. Shoving her tongue into his mouth as she pushed her hips upward, causing Soshiro to let out a surprised moan now that they were skin deep. 

“So-o full” Yoko let out as she pulled away from the kiss for a second, before taking Soshiro’s lips back into hers. This was the green light that Soshiro needed, he started rocking his hips slowly. Picking up the tempo as he was engulfed in the pleasure. Yoko turned her face to the side as she felt something tighten in her stomach. Her hand tugged on Soshiro’s hair as her lips parted slightly. Soshiro felt the familiar feeling swelling on the tip of his cock as he slammed into Yoko, letting his moans out. His eyes never left Yoko’s face as he washes how she’s drowned in pleasure because of him. 

“Cum for me” Soshiro whispered into her ears. Yuko’s toes curled up on their own, letting out a whine as white washes over her vision. Wet liquid spraying out of her and onto Soshiro. Soshiro could only groan as his hands found their way to her hips, clenching onto them as he started ramming into her, chasing his high. Small moans left his lips as he pulled out, letting his cum squirt all over Yoko’s pink pussy. Biting onto his lips at the sight, his own chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. 

Soshiro kissed Yoko’s forehead before stumbling out of the room, trying to find a bathroom. He first cleaned himself up quickly with a wet towel. Wrapping a towel around his waist as he found two more towels, a face towel and a body towel. Soshiro wetted the face towel and twisted the water out of it. Walking back he saw that Yoko was still on the couch, catching her breath. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Soshiro carefully wiped her clean, wrapping her with the towel as best as he could before he carried her in his arms. 

“You’re such a gentleman,” Yoko mumbled as Soshiro ascended the stairs. She clung to him, her breath warm against his neck. “My room is the one at the end of the hallway,” she added, leaning further into his arms. “Not only big dick energy but also a big dick,” she whispered with a sly grin.

Soshiro chuckled, shaking his head as he nudged Yoko’s bedroom door open with his foot. He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You think you can handle it?” he teased, his voice a low, playful growl.

Yoko coughed, opening one of her eyes, and slapped him on the arm. “Never growl again,” she scolded, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Fine, fine,” Soshiro conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender. The two broke out into laughter, their voices mingling with the night’s quiet. Yoko grabbed his arm, pulling him down next to her on the bed.

“It’s late…stay the night?” she asked, her voice softening.

“Mmh, first it was stay for tea, now it’s stay the night…if I stay any longer, I feel like ya’r going to ask me to stay forever,” Soshiro replied with his signature grin, but his eyes softened, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Yoko rolled her eyes playfully. “And if I did? Would that be so bad?”

Soshiro's grin faded into a gentle smile as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Maybe not,” he murmured, leaning in closer, the warmth of their shared laughter still lingering in the air.  He pulled her close against his chest, and they both drifted to sleep, intertwined with each other.

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

Your Arthur scratches some very specific itch in my brain that I can't pin down for sure. Maybe it something about freckles. Maybe hair. Maybe because he looks kinda fragile. I kinda both wanna chew on him a bit (affectionately) and give him a hug and kill a man for him.

Thank you so very much! It took me a bit to get to a design that I was happy with! I had always envisioned him with a tawny, almost-ginger hair color, tall (yes, even taller than Parker, Noel, and Oscar, but NOT taller than Daniel), and with a defined chin, but it took me a while to get his eye, nose, and hair shape right. The freckles and mole on his face seemed like the cherry on top.

I wanted to properly show his babygirlness, but I hope in the future to bring out his more brutal side. I have a tendency, at least at the moment, to draw him in super pained expressions ahaha

[mxxtalupyourass]

HI can you pls make me a fic of Izzy or Nikki of him becoming a dad? Thanks 💋💋💋

Sober

࣪ ִֶָ☾ Description: Fluffy Morning & head canons, fatherly Nikki

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Reader: Tired mom

࣪ ִֶָ☾ Word Count: 496

࣪ ִֶָ☾ CW: Past Drug Use

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Disclaimer: This work is for entertainment purposes only & does not reflect on the living people referenced. They are purely caricatures based off released media (books, magazines, interviews, etc) depicting their behavior, personalities and preferences. This work does not encourage inappropriate behavior towards them.

Masterlist

Soft heat rolls off the pan in front of you, gently stirring a thickening mass of eggs, shredded cheese quickly melting away.

Humming Nikki's newest lyrics he unknowingly mutters in his sleep, your eyes drift around the apartment you two share.

Warm sunlight filters through the window perched over the sink, birds flitting around and chirping away. Kids toys litter the living room floor, colorful books cluttering the shelves amongst full novels. Your eyes trace across the couch, spotting animal farm on the side table again. You expected nothing less-

Your morning peace is unexpectedly interrupted by the incoming pattering of feet. And the unmistakable footsteps belonging to your escape artist partner.

"Ahaha! Got you!" His voice rings out, followed by a childish scream. Just as expected, he rounds the corner, dangling your five year old daughter by the ankles.

"We have another case of sock less feet." He grins, displaying his discovery as your two year old son peers from behind his legs. Just as shy as ever, unlike his tempestuous father.

"I swear the dryer is eating them…" You mutter, shaking your head as smile tugging at your face. He places the giggling child back on her feet, as you ask, "Did you ever call the repair place?"

You feel his hand trace the small of your back through your nightgown, sensing the guilty look on his face that he did not.

"I may… have forgotten…" As if trying to make it up to you, his arms loop around your belly and his chin flops against your shoulder.

You pat his cheek, "Well… if you don't today then enjoy sleeping on the couch tomorrow."

Memories

You two had a rough start as new parents.

He crawled into the hospital bed beside you, only fitting beside all the wires, IV, and monitors because he was so skinny from heroin.

Sat beside you, her tiny head cradled on his emaciated chest as a thousand emotions ran across his face. "Having a daughter will sober you up in ways you never imagined."

No, he wasn't there for first birthdays. But he was there for the second one, and then thirds.

Your favorite memories are finding him arguing over pastel baby clothes with Tommy, or finding him dead asleep with a book lulled off in one hand and your son in the other.

Oh how hilarious it was to find two rockstars in the middle of Macy's bickering over fabric composition and patterns.

Then there where the long nights of drawing up baths as his muscles spasmed and his body desperately tried to rid itself of the drugs he's abused for so long- all with a crying infant.

But then there was weekly grocery shopping and park visits, watching two heads of brown hair and green eyes screech and dart around the playground with speed and vigor.

And before that, grins in the bathroom and minty toothpaste as brushes moved left to right rather than up and down.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 781: Three wheels!!

Pag 1

1: Ohhh... this fence?

2: He jumped over it!?

With a bicycle!?

As he was riding it!?

3: Ahaha you're lying

That can't be, Taa-kun

4: It's true... I saw it!

There's no way he jumped over it

He showed me a jumping technique called bunny something!

You said that guy is running in the race now?

Ye!Yeah!!

Pag 2

1: Then if it's true, should we go see him?

The television there is showing the race, right?

If he's such an amazing cyclist then he'll play a big role in the race, right?

3: Onii-chan....

4: It's exciting, they're arriving here at the sprint line

The race is at its climax

How does this guy looks like

Uhm, huh

5: He- he wears sunglasses and they're huge

But he might have takes them off.... he's very tall and his hair are chestnut color....

There's an “R” written on his pants

Ehh, he's realistic (haha)

Pag 3

1: Taa-kun, you're practicing with your bike yet you haven't improved at all

Hahaha

2: So... if I practice I'll be able to do it too one day?

Of course

If you fall a lot, and skin your knees a lot, and eat a lot

3: And he had really beautiful eyes!!

4: It would be so cool if someone like that actually existed

Let's find an “R”, an “R” (haha)

Huh... it's true!

5: Hahaha

6: Three people are neck and neck before the sprint line

Please look!

Pag 4

1: Because there's a small kid

Pag 5

1: cheering for me

Pag 6

1: 30m left!!

2: They're still neck and neck and the sprint line is getting closer!!

Pag 7

1: The sprint line!!

2: This year for sure I'll take it!!

3: Impulse!!

Pag 8

1: It's an “R”

A person with beautiful eyes

Chestnut color hair

3: Amaziing...!!

Do your best, Onii-chan!!

Pag 9

1: Doubashi-san!!

2: Kaburagii!!

Pag 10

1: I'll take it!!

2: Pedal!!

3: I won't yield!!

Pag 11

1: I'm right

I'm Hakogaku

The right person wins

2: I'll be the one to prove it!!

3: This is why I gained experience

4: To win the spot of number one in Japan!!

5: MTB and road racing are different

In MTB you're always....

6: you always fight alone!!

Pag 12

1: Three people are jumping towards to sprint line!!

Pag 18

1: It's decided!!

Did you see? Just now

The one who controlled the sprint line is Gunma!!

Amazing

The last speed was terrific

2: From Gunma Ryosei, who's participating for the first time this year, number 181, the two times champion of the mountain bike Inter High....

Pag 19

1: Kiji Kyuui!!

Ah.....!!

2: It was hard

Yon

4: Well, I'll play a big role in the race, so watch it!

Cheer for me!

5: He really did play a big role....!!

Pag 20

1: Wait, who's that – Kiji, they said

Gunma!?

That guy caught up all on his own, and at the end he also lined up on his own....

2: And passed Hakogaku and Sohoku!!

3: Isn't this the first time in history? That an unknown cyclist takes the first result!?

He must have held those two down with his power!!

He rode in mountain bike until last year?

This year's Inter High is incredible

4: The flow is changing!!

[room217prayer]

Tamlin’s week - Day 5 (Biting / Chest)

Day five of @tamlinweek here we goo! Who isn’t obsessed with Tamlin’s chest? I beg to say everyone is ahaha but in this fic I selected only three characters to be quite... obsessed with it. uu♥

Important Info/Tags: Slightly n-sfw, both prompts are used (biting and chest, what a great combination indeed). There’s a hint of jealousy and yes, there are three ships, thanks to three simps dfdfdf. It’s mostly crack, fluffy, and silly. (even if a character always tends to slither away toward darker thoughts...)

It’s set before Amarantha’s reign – you can take it as a fun and silly story not set in the canon timeline.

As always, the dividers are thanks to @olenvasynyt ♥

I hope you’ll like this very short fic! ♥ I had so much fun writing this! ♥

The Wishful Midsummer Heat

A party in the Summer Court was always welcomed in Prythian, it was a grand spectacle every Fae wanted to see or be part of.

Especially when all the High Lords of the other courts were invited – a show of friendship and peace to all.

Maybe just an appearance, an illusion.

The calm before the storm and... there were indeed ones unleashed in three particular minds at the sight of the Spring High Lord thanks to his... attire.

Eris was the only son Beron decided to take with him and his wife to Nostrus grand party.

At the beginning he was almost bored, but slightly interested to see if his younger and exiled brother would show up with the High Lord of Spring.

His curiosity was quickly sated when he did show up.

But Eris attention – after mustering a veiled smile in seeing how he looked well, full of life instead of the hollow fae he left at the Spring borders – was cut short the moment Tamlin made his entrance behind him.

Least to say he was glad that he wasn’t drinking – lucky to be more precise, so he didn’t end up making a scene of himself, choking on the wine at the sight of the young High Lord.

Who clearly had decided to let the whole world have a window to look at his... chest. His quite full, big, veiled and decorated chest.

What kind of insanity had come to him?

He was dressed in the colors of the Summer Court, blue and gold, with the sheerest of the materials that tried to cover – not quite so – his upper body with an open triangle that closed just above his navel.

That stupid fabric was embroidered in the wrong – no, Eris, had to remind himself those horrible misplaced flowers were in the right places.

So that decorum could remain. So that he couldn’t openly ogle his nipples.

So that there could still remain some wonder when he would strip him of that bothersome dress so he would be able to bite his... Fuck.

There was surely something wrong with his wine, why else would he be thinking about wanting to bite and ravish Tamlin’s chest?

No.

Eris didn’t want to do any of these things and the High Lord wasn’t even wearing a dress: he had pants for the Cauldron’s sake!

That they looked more like stockings didn’t matter, really, but nonetheless he truly didn’t desire anything from him – except the wellbeing of his little brother.

Yes, nothing else.

Who did need to know if his pectoral were truly just as plush as they looked against his lips and fingers?

Fuck.

Nostrus must have done something wicked with his wine for sure.

And bless the Cauldron for whoever convinced Tamlin to wear those golden chains around his chest, like they were made as a support for his breasts –

Lucien was in pain.

He was trapped in the most uttered, tormented and vicious torture.

One he brought to himself alone, but Mother guide him, he was at the same time so grateful for it.

Tamlin was simply magnificent in his attire, with his hair tied up in braids that leaved his neck bare, so that the chains cascading on his skin – decorating the lines of his torso – would be the perfect central and focused accompaniment to his chest.

His beautiful, voluptuous and full chest.

Hidden by the sheerest of the bluest material, with golden flowers embroidered in it. Hiding away the pinkest and delectable –

Lucien had to stop himself, feeling his blood boiling in one place only, taking a deep, very deep breath, as he looked around the room and saw Beron – who didn’t even look in their direction and how he was glad about that, only seeing his profile made his rage flame up in his veins – and then his older brother: Eris.

Who was glaring in their direction, the most glazing and burning expression he ever saw in his face and eyes.

If he didn’t know better he would think he was looking at Tamlin and not him, but he did, so Lucien gave the slither of a smirk back, before having his attention returned toward his High Lord, who called him for a reassurance that he had chosen the right thing to wear.

His skin was flushed by a flicker of embarrassment and he found it so endearing and lovely. The red gracing down toward and beyond his cleavage.

How good would it look if it was slightly wet? Preferably thanks to his mouth, tongue and teeth, as he leaved his marks in bites–... No.

They were on an official gathering. He should not let his fantasies take hold of him.

Of his mind and body. No more than they were already.

He should truly refrain to let his mind wander in that direction, no matter how much he wanted to let his lips travel and taste his skin and the gold chains he made sure Tamlin would wear for this.

Mother guide him.

Lucien could and should only blame himself for the burning torment he was trapped in.

Andras for sure was laughing behind his back with a “told you so” written all other his grinning face.

But he simply couldn’t let this occasion slip by and so he had to fall in temptation.

He simply had to use the right words to convince Tamlin to wear that dress – a tunic, he had said to him with the gentlest smile to the unsure fae – with the right fabrics and accessories.

Ah.

He truly had created a masterpiece he couldn’t and wouldn’t dare to touch and that now everyone would be able to see and yearn for.

Fuck.

Maybe he would end up developing some masochist tendencies, but he was in for the long game.

For now, he could only dream of biting his plush breasts and wonder how deliciously he would look with his teeth marks all other his blushing skin.

In the longer run... maybe that wouldn’t be only a dream.

It was not like he had any competition to fear of, no?

Rhysand glass cracked and almost broke in his hand the moment he saw him, his Tamlin.

Who looked like a divine creature walking amongst lesser creatures.

Cassian and Azriel glanced at him with knowing eyes, their questions reaching his mind, but he paid them no mind.

His full attention was enclosed around only one person.

His doom made flesh, the succulent one he yearned to tarnish, to rip open.

To mold into a house made just for himself to own.

He wanted to leave a mark so deep he would never be able to erase his presence no matter what.

The temptation dressed in the most see-through and whimsy fabric of a dress hold together by the pure grace of the Mother herself.

Or maybe thanks to that entangling shimmering chains of gold, begging to be touched by his fingers, to be taken hold so he could pull him to his side, in his embrace.

What was all of that if not a gift ready to be opened and treasured, maybe Fate itself was giving him a clear signal to act and take what was his.

His jaw ached to be opened, to let his teeth sink into the plush flesh of his chest, right where his heart was, so that he could bite and eat it down to the last roots.

He would have liked to blamed the wine for these urges, if only he wasn’t already aware of the maddens of his mind and soul.

Of his lurking and bottomless desire.

He wanted to see his blood, to hear him scream in pain and agony – in pleasure and ecstasy – and at the same time to see him smile. To hear the laugher of freedom and happiness, of singing birds in full spring.

He deeply inspired the warm summer air, trying to take hold of his wishful and damning thoughts, because by the Cauldron, what took over Tamlin to dress like that?!

Oh, he could easily see the mischief of that damned fox, who was probably the cause of this.

Fuck him and bless him

For the free spectacle of having the perfect view to Tamlin’s chest, that should cost more gold and jewels than anyone here could permit to spend – except for him.

Only him should be permitted to cherish his beauty and grace. To look openly, trying to find the sweet pink hues of his nipples under the golden flowers.

His outfit was fit for the Summer Court – a grimace in seeing him in its colors – but Rhysand knew he would look so much better and fitting in the Night Court.

On his lap, where he would be able to touch and ravish him, to taste and bite every inch of his skin.

To play with him as he saw fit.

He would look so dazzlingly dancing under the starfall as his face would glow in the most beautiful smile, his green eyes twinkling lovely at him –

No.

He should never enter that line of thoughts, not even if it was all he ever dreamed of.

It was a damnation and madness worse than what he was already experiencing.

All of his blood was already concentrated south, his eyes unable to leave his bosoms – because what the fuck, it was that big. How else could he think of comparing it to anything less? And since when did he developed so much in that area?

So if he let himself go there, what else would remain of him?

Maybe the mark of his teeth on his soft skin.

Wouldn’t that worth it all in the end?

Tamlin was talking to the young cousin of the High Lord of Summer, Tarquin, and the youngster was watched sharply by three pairs of eye, who didn’t quite like the way he was smiling at him.

About how deep and prominent the color was in his cheeks.

In their observation – and quest – they find themselves in the same place, each one had another glass of wine in hand.

The silent tension, the subtle glares palpable in the dense summer air.

“I know your tricks, little fox”

“Do you now? And what tricks I’m playing as of now?”

“Oh, I think we all know, brother. When you escaped to Spring I never thought you would be so... Daring”

“Ah! You all can say whatever you want, but I know with who he’ll come back home with”

“I won’t be so sure of that, some accident could happen to you during the night– ”

“Easy now, Rhysand, but I do agree that Tamlin might prefer to stay longer and enjoy –”

Eris words got cut off as all three noticed the libertine Helion making his way toward Tamlin – his eyes fixed on the price everyone wanted to win and earn.

Silence was broken with only one word, an agreement.

“Truce”

They had a clear enemy in common to defeat as of now.

Tamlin was unaware all night of all the storms he created and how he became the reason of the birth of a new type of tournament and duels.

And the fifth day has come!

You don't know how happy I am as of right now that I was able to participate during this week!

Writiing this fic was sooooo fun! And I hope you have enjoyed it and yes, here's a bit of Tamris, Tamcien and Tamsand in a bundle of thirst and yearning, lol! Who do you think won the tournament? dsfdsfsd

Rip Helion, you will be missed. You truly flew too much near the sun (Tamlin's chest)

Ps: how nice is it when everyone can smell everything afsfjadh

Thank you again for all the likes, appreciation and kind words you've given me and I hope you all are enjoying and having fun during this week! ♥

See you (hopefully again) for another Tamlin’s week day! ♥

[ike-garden2024]

⇒ The Record Keeper and New Beginnings ⇐

Here’s the standalone fic I wrote as a fun way to introduce my upcoming Ikemen Revolution story. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2971   Content Warning: Some self aware characters  Series: Ikemen Revolution  POV: 3rd Person  Summary: Blanc gathers everyone to share some important, exciting, and scary news to the rest of the cast. Oliver ends up with many questions and Blanc gives him answers he doesn’t have time to process.

As another day comes to an end, warm hues of red and orange color the sky as the sun takes its final gaze upon the city. It’s noisy but comforting all the same. 

Tick. Tock. “Oh my, it’s getting rather late indeed. I wonder if everything is ready…” Despite his words, steam continued to pool from the hot teacup sitting in his hands, his glasses falling victim to it as he brought it near his lips. The peaceful moment comes to an end as someone angrily opens the door.

“You dumb rabbit! Why are you still here?! Everyone is waiting for you!” A child storms in with more annoyance than his little body can handle.

Blanc softly chuckles, “Yes, you’re right, Oliver. My apologies, I simply couldn’t help it… It’s a lovely sight. "

"What are you going on about this time?” Oliver questions as he begins to walk towards the window.

A soft, distant look settles into Blanc’s eyes, “Nothing… I was simply admiring our lovely home.” He sets the teacup down and begins to walk towards the door, “Let’s get going, there’s important news to share, so we mustn’t keep them waiting.”

Oliver quickly glances out the window, “admiring cradle?...” he mutters to himself before following the man out to the hallway. 

“You made sure to invite everyone?” Blanc says in an inquisitive tone.

This not being the first time he hears the question, Oliver deeply sighs before answering, “Is old age finally starting to take effect?”

Deciding not to respond, Blanc laughs at his friend’s words; they never lose their edge. A sense of comfort settles into the air as their exchange feels as old as time.  

As they continue to make their way down the hall, Blanc asks, “Have you ever wondered what Cradle will be like in the future?”

Oliver hesitates before quietly responding, “Of course I have… but wondering is pointless. I know I’ll see it eventually.” Blanc simply hums with a smile; there’s no need to say more as both are aware of Oliver’s unique situation that kept him forever young.

Blanc speeds up his pace before turning to Oliver. He winks at his friend as he points out the window, “Don’t look so down, it’s just about that time of day.”

Before Oliver has a chance to respond, a blinding light flashes and now in place of where Oliver the child stood, was a tall, dark-haired man. “Finally,” he says in an exasperated tone, “let’s get this over with.”

He begins to walk away. Now an adult, Oliver’s strides are much longer, reducing the amount of time it would take them to get to the meeting hall.

Several muffled voices could be heard through the door, some excited while others seemed bored. They had no idea why they were all summoned; the invitation mysteriously said:

“This is ridiculous. Why have we all been summoned? They’re wasting our King’s time.” Jonah’s irritated tone made it clear he didn’t appreciate Blanc and Oliver’s plans.

“Come now, aren’t you excited for what’s to come? A new journey sounds fascinating.” Edgar countered Jonah’s words, clearly amused by the entire set-up. 

“The only journey I want to take is the one to meet the bottom of a bottle,” Kyle mutters to himself as he rubs his eyes.

Unfortunately, his comment does not go unheard. “You won’t perish from one alcohol-free night,” Jonah remarks.

“Withdrawal symptoms can vary,” Kyle shrugs lazily in response. Both Lancelot and Zero ignore their chatter, choosing to quietly wait against the wall.

“He should leave…” Luka mumbles under his breath. Too bad for him. Seth has good hearing.

“Ahaha! Now, Luka, no one wants to receive severe punishment.” Seth beams at Luka, earning a slight pout from him.

“He complains too much,” Luka retorts, but this time, Sirius is quick to respond. “Can’t say that I blame him this time. The hosts are late.”

Both Seth and Luka glance at each other with a thoughtful look. It did seem strange that Blanc and Oliver were late. Usually, for any formal meeting, Blanc was always the first one there, waiting for everyone else to arrive. For him to be late meant that something must be keeping him.

The Black Army members continue to exchange looks, having a silent conversation until finally Fenrir asks, “What are we thinking, Boss?” He turns to look at Ray, who hasn’t made a single comment. 

Ray was unreadable as usual, and instead of answering Fenrir, he began to scan the entire room; his eyes stopping at each group. Alice was laughing with Loki and Harr, Dean and Mousse in serious conversation, the Red Army chatting, and a few others, but beyond that, there were more. While not visible, Ray could feel there were eyes watching the room from a distance. Finally, his eyes met Lancelot; this alone was enough for both to realize they had noticed the same thing. 

“Our sincerest apologies for the wait,” Blanc says in a loud voice, making sure everyone can hear him as he walks into the room, Oliver following behind him.

“Please gather around and come forward,” Blanc continues. “There’s something important we must discuss.” He softly smiles in an attempt to ease the tension in the room. 

“There are a few missing,” Oliver whispers to Blanc. “Not missing, you just can’t see them,” Blanc reassures him. He’s not wrong. Just outside the windows of the room, those who were summoned from the Magic Tower quietly watched the events unfold.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I summoned you all.” Blanc pauses and takes a look at everyone before continuing, “It’s time for something new. To put it simply, we’ll be part of a new story.” Everyone looks at him in shock, including Oliver, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

“I’m sure that’s confusing. Let me explain.” Blanc says as he pulls out his record book. “We are all characters in a story. And every now and then, people who enjoy our story will make their own creations that include us. Someone has recently decided to write a story about us. This means we will be leaving here and entering the world they created for us.” He finally finishes his explanation, but it only raises more questions. 

Quiet remarks and growing concern were heard, slowly getting louder, but Lancelot silences the room with one word, “enough.” They all turn to him seeking guidance.

Lancelot turns to Ray, who nods at him once, a signal to keep going. “White Rabbit, are your words true?” Lancelot questions Blanc.

“Yes,” he begins to answer. “Nothing I said was a lie,” he finishes.

“This is difficult to accept as a fact,” Lancelot squints suspiciously as he moves the conversation forward. “What you’re claiming is impossible.” Immediately, Blanc counters, “Is it?” He smiles.

“We live in a world full of magic, you know. It’s what separates us from the land of reason…” He begins to scribble something in his book of records. “There are many different kinds of magic…” A blue light begins to shine from within the book. “I ask that you all keep an open mind. The impossible can be quite fun… wouldn’t you agree, Alice?” 

Blanc turns to look at the only person in the room who had experienced what different worlds are like. Alice’s eyes slightly widened. “Oh, well I… it does seem possible-”

Jonah cuts her off. “How does any of this seem possible??” Lancelot places a hand on Jonah’s shoulder and looks at Alice, urging her to continue.

“If someone had told me about Cradle back when I was in the land of reason, I wouldn’t have believed them… but I’ve fallen from the sky and seen so much magic here… it’s hard for me not to consider what Blanc says as truth.” She smiles. “I’m excited to see what Blanc is talking about!” 

“Thank you, my dear sweet Alice,” Blanc pats her head affectionately. “However, I’m afraid I must inform you that you will not be an active character in the story.” Her eyes widened at this.

“WHAAAAT!?!” Seth screams as he hugs Alice. “What kind of horrible story are you sending us to!?!” His arms further tighten around Alice.

Blanc laughs. “I assure you, the story is wonderful. There will be new people for you to meet.”

This doesn’t reassure Seth at all, or anyone else for that matter, but Alice speaks up with a smile. “That’s okay. I know you’ll all be okay and happy wherever you go. So… please enjoy the new world for me! I’ll come haunt you if you don’t,” she laughs lightly. It’s obvious she wants to ease everyone’s worry, and it somewhat works. Seth finally releases her, and everyone begins to look at Alice sadly. 

“It’s time to say goodbye, everyone,” Blanc warns as he finalizes what he’s written in his book of records. Many tears are shed; some don’t want to let go after hugging Alice. They say their goodbyes, sharing silly memories to make each other laugh.

Despite the emotional scene going on, Blanc had a calm, warm expression on his face; Oliver, who had been silent and off to the side the entire time, took notice of this and found it odd. With his focus completely on Blanc, he failed to notice Alice approaching him to offer nice words and a hug.

Soon everyone gets back in line, forming a semicircle around Blanc, whose book of records was glowing slightly. “I will recite the final lines as I write them. The spell of new beginnings will then activate.”

The book of records began to glow brightly and float in the air. Glitter like sparkles began to float everywhere, attaching itself to everyone, causing a fading effect. Everyone slowly began to disappear. Confusion could be found on every face in the room as each person tried to reach out towards their friends, but there was no point.

Lancelot, Ray, and Harr remained as calm as they could in an attempt to offer reassurance to those around them. Loki desperately tried to hold Harr, but his hands ran right through his body. He began to cry helplessly on the floor. Seeing this, Alice couldn’t hold herself any longer. Deep down, she was incredibly terrified of what was to come. As silent tears streamed down her face, Ray and Lancelot stood before her, smiling. In return, she smiled at them. Mustering all the final courage she could find, she walked towards Blanc, taking a position where she could see everyone one last time.

Finally, she politely bowed towards everyone, “Thank you for everything. You’re all so wonderful…” She lifted her head. “I love you all.” She smiled before fully disappearing into the air, sparkles falling towards the ground.

No one knew what to say or do. There’s nothing they can do except watch each other disappear. Jonah walks towards Luka, who began to cry when Alice disappeared. The brothers look at each other. There are so many words they want to say, but time didn’t allow for it. Making a decision, Jonah smiles at Luka, “My dear sweet Luka,” he affectionately says as he reaches out towards his brother before vanishing like Alice. Almost immediately after, Luka is gone as well.

Seth sits beside his sister, who was trying to remain calm by talking about random things, but her body was shaking from fear and anxiety. Unable to do anything, he simply smiled and followed her lead. Not long after, they disappear together. One by one, each person vanishes, leaving a trail of glitter fallen on the ground. 

Only Ray and Lancelot remain in the end. They walk towards Blanc, who wasn’t surrounded by the magical light. Ray begins to speak, “No one else seemed to notice but…”

“Why are you and Oliver the only ones who aren’t covered in magic?” Lancelot finishes Ray’s question.

Blanc hums, “I have a stop to make before joining the rest of you. Oliver will be assisting me.” He turns to smile at Oliver. The two leaders nod, accepting his reasoning.

“We’ll be looking for you when everything is settled.” Ray makes arrangements. Again, Blanc hums and nods as he watches the Kings disappear. 

“My assistance?” Oliver questions Blanc, who is now writing something new in the record book.

“I only need to pick up a new book from the library. We’ll be joining them after,” Blanc assures him as a blinding light flashes. 

Affected by the bright flash, Oliver rubs his eyes, trying to gain his vision back. When he finally does, he’s met with a white room full of what seemed like endless columns of books. 

“What is this place?” Oliver questions.

“It’s the records library. It holds everything,” Blanc responds as he walks towards a column.

“This is where you keep all of Cradle’s records?” Oliver follows behind Blanc so he doesn’t get lost.

“Not quite. This place holds much more than just Cradle’s records,” Blanc begins to explain. “This is where all the worlds are collected. I mentioned before that we'll be going to a new world. This is where the records of that world will go. See, we’re part of a storyline created by a bird—”

“A bird?” Oliver cuts off Blanc with an annoyed look on his face.

“A clever name, isn’t it?… These storylines that they create are enjoyed by many people all around the world. These people are inspired and create their own works of art based on our stories, creating different worlds and timelines,” Blanc finishes his explanation as he finds the book he’s looking for.

Oliver doesn’t fully believe Blanc but is unable to fully call all of this a lie. He feels strange, almost like déjà vu. However, he can’t remember ever being in the library before. 

“You always feel the same, Oliver,” Blanc chuckles. “Yes, you’ve been here before, and… we’ve had this same conversation many, many times.” Blanc looks around the library as if to show Oliver the amount.

“Why don’t I remember anything?” Oliver asks as he holds his head.

“We’re not supposed to remember any of it,” Blanc whispers sadly. “Whenever a new world begins, there is a reset here in the main storyline. Everyone disappeared right now, but by dawn tomorrow, everything will be back to normal, and everyone will go about their lives as usual. We who “disappear” are transferred over to the new world, our current memories wiped, making space for all new memories to be placed.” Blanc looks at Oliver, trying to gauge his reaction this time.

“Why do you remember everything?” Oliver’s questions continue.

“I don’t, it’s just that when I reset here in Cradle, I always find the library and all the worlds… I find out by reading the records. But I will not remember anything once we get to the new world.” Blanc finishes explaining.

“What exactly is the point of telling everyone they’re going to a new world before casting the spell?” Oliver still has questions.

“A courtesy of mine,” it’s a simple answer but it reflects the respect Blanc holds for everyone. 

“Would you like to see her?” Blanc asks, already knowing what the next question is. “She’s lovely,” Blanc comments as he conjures up a cloud of light.

Oliver’s eyes widen at what he sees. It’s a young woman with long, deep brown hair, busy with something on the table in front of her. The girl looks up and turns to her left as though someone had called her. Before the image disappears, Oliver catches a glimpse of her warm smile and welcoming eyes.

“That was ▧▨▧▨ , She’s going to ▧▨▧▨, it’s always exciting to ▧▨▧▨” Oliver can’t fully make out what Blanc is saying. “Oh dear, it seems our time is up… that’s alright, I ▧▨▧▨ so things should ▧▨▧▨”

“Wait, what?” Oliver says, confused. He can’t hear Blanc completely. That’s when he notices that they’re both starting to disappear.

Oliver looks up at Blanc and he’s met with a reassuring smile. “We’ll meet again, my dear friend…”

A bright light flashes one final time, and the pair disappear along with the new record book.

The library is once again empty yet full of life. 

“Ver-… liver-… Oliver…” Oliver opens his eyes, the sun shining through the window. Blanc is calling him, “It’s getting rather late. Your store opens soon, doesn’t it?” Blanc says as he opens the curtain more.

Oliver sits up with a confused look on his face, “Rabbit…?” Oliver questions as he holds his head almost in pain.

Blanc turns to him, “Are you feeling alright?”

Oliver closes his eyes and rubs his temples, “I’m fine. I just had a strange dream… I was about to tell you something, but I can’t remember…”

Blanc smiles softly and he begins to walk out the door, “I’m flattered you think of me even in your dreams.” 

“Wait,” Oliver stops him. “What’s today’s date?”

Blanc looks at him curiously before answering, “January 6, 2025. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Oliver responds lazily as he gets up to look out the window. “I forgot the date is all…”

Blanc hums before leaving the room, already thinking of a tea that would help his little friend with his headache.

Oliver quietly continues to gaze out the window in a daze, taking in the sight of Cradle...

Hikari's note: Wahhhhhhhh thanks so much for being here! Admittedly I’m nervous as hell because this is my first time sharing a creation of mine, but it’s okay 😂 I’m so excited to share this project with everyone. For some of you, IkeRev might not be a series you’re interested in and I get it, the series is discontinued. But for me, that’s exactly what sparked this story idea (& my love for Rev of course). So if you’ve decided to give it a chance, I hope that you’ll enjoy the story that will come with my OC. The purpose of this standalone fic is mainly to kick off the debut of my OC and her story. I'd also like to give special thanks to  @ragyragd0ll @missaengg @william-rex! They've been super helpful throughout this whole process and I don't think I would've gotten as far as I have without their support. Since it’s my first time fully flushing out a story please expect many mistakes and mid level writing 😅 I hope to improve as I continue writing. Thank you for your support & patience!

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[zylophie]

Furina meeting someone in fontaine who somehow doesn't know them... Sounds refreshing and fluffy!

꒰⌗´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈⌗꒱৩ — furina

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : x/modmafuyu is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : Furina meeting a fontainian(reader) who doesn't know her.

✿ — ♯ GENRE : Fluff(mostly), bittersweet

✿ — ⊜ CW : Nil

✿ — ↠ NOTE : Hi hi Anon~ Thank you for requesting~ I had a lot of fun making this fic and I hope you'll enjoy reading it ! I know you wanted fluff but I accidentally made a bittersweet ending. Hope that's alright!<3

Timeline would be Furina still acting out her role. So that this fic would not go too far out of character.

Just a warning, 4.2 spoilers.

[h/c] - hair color

[e/c] - eye color

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

Extra: if you would like to request, click here and read the writing rules for each writer !

✿ — ♭ ⁿᵒʷ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ... : ...No one

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Furina

CLICK CLACK CLICK!

A petite girl was seen running out of the Palais Mermonia in the Court of Fontaine. As she took off running as far as her legs could take her.

-----------------FLASHBACK-----------------

"...Miss Furina, I do hope you know the prophecy will come sooner or later. Even if Fontaine hasn't experience any deleterious flooding.. yet.. We must act fast to ensure all our citizen are safe and won't live in fear. Who knows how long till they believe in those 'rumors'"

"I do know that! ...I promise I'm doing something useful to help everyone."

"I can clearly sense that you are hiding something from me. Please, just tell me what is it that you are covering up."

"I-I'm telling you! I'm not hiding anything. I am your archon, could you PLEASE stop doubting me?!"

...

-------------------------------------------------

'How much longer..'

pant pant pant

'So lonely..'

pant pant pant

'Please let this show end..'

THUD

The petite girl collided with the ground due to exhaustion. She began looking around, upon seeing no one, she felt a little relieved to see that no one had spotted her being in a mess from earlier.

..Well probably except for the Chief of Justice.

'..Way to go Furina, if he wasn't already suspicious of me, he definitely is now..'

As the girl slowly picked herself up from the ground and continued to wandered mindlessly, wanting to get her mind off things for a bit.

Furina strolled leisurely while admiring the scenery upon her. She usually doesn't have time to be curious and as carefree while playing the role of the archon.

'Where am I anyways? I've.. Never been out of the city before'

As Furina came across a sunny and bright view. Where the sun is beaming while waves crash into one another, accompanied by golden rocks.

Although it is an unfamiliar surrounding, Furina only felt comfort feeling the breeze of the atmosphere as she slowly trotted over to the sea.

'What is this place? I've never been here but it feels really easy to relax..'

As Furina slowly took in the sunlight and windy zephyr and sighed. If only she could adventure and explore the world even more..

Being lost in thought, the petite girl did not notice someone in the distance sneaking up behind her.

'..It's really hard being an ar-'

"BOO!"

"AHHH?!"

Furina out of instinct, quickly lifted her arms into a defensive pose to shield her from whatever is coming after her.

"Ahaha! You should've seen the look on your face."

As Furina slowly opened her eyes, she saw a unfamiliar [h/c] person with [e/c] eyes. Realising they were a fontainian, she immediately cleared her throat.

"What look? I was preparing to attack you, you're lucky I took the flight response or else I would've seriously injured you!"

Furina folded her arms looking really displeased with whoever scared her.

"Ahaha.. Sorry, you just looked a little bit depressed. Anyways, I'm [name], nice to meet you. Now, may I ask why such a beautiful lady was looking quite down?"

"B-beautiful?!"

"Mhm! I've heard my friends say that the hydro archon was really pretty. At this rate I might mistake you as them!"

[Name] looking quite content with their response, giving a close-eyed smile.

"Ahem! A-Anyways, to answer your question. I was simply dreading about my workload. I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Oh really? Guess it isn't a big issue. I'm glad."

'They're glad? I'm just some stranger though, I'm not sure why they're that relieved..'

"So, how's the beach? Pretty relaxing huh? I usually come here after I run my errands."

"Oh.. So this is called a beach, I've never seen one my whole life until today. It really isn't that bad at all to spend a day off here."

Furina then turned her view back to the waves, wanting to treasure this moment before returning to her dull stage.

Suddenly Furina felt something. Only to turn to see [name] placing a rainbow flower in her hair.

"Eh?! What's up with the sudden flowers?! Forget that, how did you even get them?!"

"I did mention I run errands, and that is when I go flower hunting to find beautiful flowers to add to my garden. I decided to give this rainbow flower to you as a gift. It's fitting for a beauty like you~!"

"W-wha-"

"Also, just want to ask, do you work for the hydro archon? You called me a mortal, surely the hydro archon must've have cute colleauges!"

"..."

[Even-More-Fluff Ending] - Optional to read

"Do you not know who the hydro archon is?"

"..Not really, I live on the country side, but I do hear adventurers say that she is dazzling and charismatic. Although it fits into your description.. Surely I'm not talking to the hydro archon."

"...Yeah you're right, I'm not the hydro archon ahahaha! I-I'm her coworker. Yep, pleasure serving under her!"

'God damnit Furina! What are you doing?!'

'...'

'Maybe they are the person I can confide in.. However I know that's impossible, but it does feel nice to not need to put my guard up as high..'

[Bittersweet Ending: continuation of Even-More-Fluff Ending] - Optional to read

When Furina returned to her office in Palais Mermonia. She sat in her chair recounting her recent encounter with [name]. Hoping to see her again.

So she began having meetups with [name] more frequently. Of course, this caught onto Neuvilette's attention since Furina never leaves the city much. So he decided to follow her on one eventful day.

Only to see the archon with a mortal. He didn't know much about this other person that was with Furina so he decided to interrupt their conversation.

"Miss Furina?"

"Huh?! Neuvilette?! W-What are you doing here?"

"Well the hydro archon has been frequently leaving the city for quite a while so I wanted to check it out. Whose this other person you're with?"

"W-wait.. Furina?! You're the hydro archon?!"

[Name] stared in disbelief, immediately apologising for their rude behaviour towards her.

'Well there goes my identity.. Oh well it was pretty fun while it lasted."