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[ikkyfics]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW I SCREAMED WITH THIS REACTION (I can't believe that >we both< had a time when we didn't like him, how could that have been possible??) AND MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR THE AFFECTION, you are a sweetheart <333333333333

𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚

James Potter x f!reader

Summary: “Hey…” he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement. “Did you just wink at me?” Your face heats up instantly. “What? No! I just—” James moves closer, and before you can escape, his hands are already around you—warm, firm, secure. And then, he attacks. Kisses. A relentless succession of them.

Warnings: muggle au, est. relationship, fluffy, no use of y/n, james doing a kiss attack, shy!reader

The rain drums softly against the window, streaming down the glass in thin rivulets, distorting the view outside. The apartment is warm and lit by a discreet lamp, casting soft shadows over the furniture. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, your feet swinging in the air, your hands wrapped around your teacup, soaking in the warmth it offers. There’s something comforting about this silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional rustle of the newspaper forgotten on the table.

And then, he speaks.

“Did you know that if you close both eyes, you can’t see anything?”

You blink, lifting your gaze from the tea and meeting his, blue and full of mischief behind the lenses of his glasses. James is leaning against the doorframe, a half-smile tugging at his lips, his black hair in perfect chaos over his forehead. He looks absolutely pleased with himself, as if he’s having fun at the expense of a secret you haven’t discovered yet.

“Of course,” you reply, arching an eyebrow. “Everyone knows that.”

“Ah, but if you close just one...” He leans slightly forward, his elbows resting on the counter. “You can still see everything.”

The sentence hangs between you, and without thinking too much, you close one eye, testing the logic.

In the next second, you realize the mistake.

James lets out a low chuckle, and the glint in his eyes intensifies in a dangerous way. He pushes off the doorframe and advances slowly, his steps feline, his posture too relaxed to be innocent.

“Hey...” he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement. “Did you just wink at me?”

Your face heats up instantly.

“What? No! I just—”

But there’s no room for explanations.

James moves closer, and before you can escape, his hands are already around you—warm, firm, secure. One arm wraps around your waist, pulling you forward until your knees bump against the sides of his hips. The other slides up to your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your heated skin.

You smell him, that mix of woody soap and something purely James. And then, he attacks.

Kisses. A relentless succession of them.

First, one on the high point of your cheek. Then, another near the corner of your mouth, then another and another, until he traces an entire path across your flushed skin. You let out a weak protest, a breathless laugh escaping before you can contain it.

“Jamie—”

“No, no,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice slightly muffled. “This won’t go unnoticed.”

“I wasn’t flirting!”

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression absolutely delighted.

“Ah, so only I can flirt?”

You open your mouth, but he’s already smiling that impossible smile, the one that makes your heart stumble.

“Good to know,” he says, and then he’s back, nipping lightly at your flushed cheek before pressing a longer kiss there. You feel his lips curve against your skin.

Your chest tightens in a dizzying way, in a way you can’t quite describe.

It’s always like this.

James, whole, intense. He loves as if he doesn’t know how to love any other way. With everything he has, with everything he is.

You, on the other hand, feel small in the face of it. Not in a bad way. But because James lights up everything around him, and you’re not quite sure how you deserved so much.

The shyness still warms your face, but you don’t resist when he starts covering your face with kisses again, laughing between each one. Your hands slide into his black hair, your fingers digging in as he finally gives you a break, resting his forehead against yours.

He’s smiling against your skin, that smile you feel more than see, and his chest rises and falls in a rhythm that matches yours.

James sighs, dragging his nose lazily across your face before murmuring against your cheek, “Did you know I’m all yours?”

Your heart stumbles.

He doesn’t say it with the intention of being dramatic. James never says anything halfway, never loves halfway. The sentence slips from his lips with so much truth, so much certainty, that you feel your chest tighten. You feel something blooming inside you, something that’s always been there but now pulses with more strength.

Maybe it’s the fact that he always takes the initiative, always breaks down your barriers with that tireless, charming way of his.

And maybe, just maybe, you want to surprise him this time.

The idea takes shape before you can talk yourself out of it.

With a hesitant but determined movement, you lean in and press your lips to his cheek.

He freezes for a second, his blue eyes wide behind his glasses, his mouth slightly open as if he’s trying to formulate a sentence that never comes.

You almost pull back, almost shrink away from the sudden impulse, but then you see his expression. It’s rare to see him like this, speechless, without a ready response on the tip of his tongue.

Your chest warms.

So, before your courage disappears, you kiss him again.

With a touch of boldness—the most you can muster—you scatter a trail of kisses across his face, following the same path he traced on yours. The curve of his jaw, his chin, the spot just below his ear. Your shyness makes your skin burn, but something about seeing James so visibly affected encourages you.

And when you return to his cheek, nipping lightly as he did to you, he lets out a low sound, a mix of a laugh and a sigh.

“You...” he stammers, looking absolutely amazed. “Did you just bite me?”

You nod, a little uncertain, and James... well, James melts.

Literally.

His body sags against yours, his arms tightening around your waist, and he hides his face in your neck, laughing as if you’ve just completely destroyed him.

“Ah, that’s not fair,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin. “I wasn’t prepared.”

You feel his smile there, his lips pressed against your neck, and before you know it, you’re smiling too.

“Now you know how I feel,” you whisper, and James lets out a dramatic groan, as if he’s been struck in the heart.

“No,” he says, lifting his face again. His hands slide back to your face, his eyes shining as if he’s just discovered something new and fascinating. “That was worse. You have no idea what you just did to me.”

“Jamie—”

Suddenly, and before you can react, he grabs your cheeks firmly. The gentle pressure pushes them together until your lips form a forced pout.

James smiles. Beautiful, mischievous, absolutely enchanted.

“Ah, what a precious thing,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with an almost exaggerated fondness. He studies your face for a second, his eyes shining, before lowering his head and lightly biting your lower lip trapped between your pinched cheeks.

You squirm in his hands, trying to escape the trap, but he holds your face a little longer before finally releasing your cheeks, his thumbs gently brushing over your warm skin as he watches every detail.

James is always watching.

All the time.

And he never gets tired.

His hands stay there, holding your face with an almost exaggerated care, as if he wants to memorize the feeling. He rests his forehead against yours, and the touch is lazy, comfortable.

“I’m officially a lost man,” he says, so close that it’s impossible to tell where his breath ends and yours begins. “You could ask me for anything right now, and I’d do it without hesitation. My heart? Take it. My dignity? Gone. My soul? Well, I think it’s been yours for a long time.”

You laugh, and James looks absolutely delighted by the sound.

He watches you, and there’s something in his eyes that makes your breath falter.

“Could you kiss me again?” he asks, and his voice is low, almost hesitant.

Your face burns, but you nod, and when your lips meet his skin again, James closes his eyes and lets out a satisfied sigh.

[kosmicpowers]

Hi, Hey there!

I've had this blog up for a few weeks so I figured I'd introduce myself. Not gonna reveal my actual name for security reasons but just call me Kosmic.

I currently live in the USA (Unfortunately). I'm genderfluid and really don't care what pronouns I am referred to with as long as they're not it/it's. I'm also an aspiring writer but for now I mostly just write fanfiction. Mostly Saint Seiya related obviously though I've been working on other stuff.

You can find my AO3 account here:

I've also been working on art but I'm still a beginner.

I try to be a nice person. (Though I'm not sure if I'm good at it because I can't stop swearing.) I don't accept racism, ableism, bullying, kin exclusionists or gatekeeping, misogyny, homophobia or anything anti-lgbt...

Yeah, Just don't be a dick. It's not hard.

Also don't be a sicko, no pedophila or zoophilia.

Some other stuff about me in case you care:

I'm a minor, don't be a creep.

I have ADHD, tend to hyperfixate on weird stuff. Then again a lot of people on this website do. Just saying I'm not one to judge people when I think about my interests.

I'm agnostic but I'm not going to crap on anyone for having a religion, as long as you're not a Jehovah's Witness. Screw those abusive idiots.

My hobbies are reading, writing, drawing, playing retro games, creating OCs, watching documentaries, and staying up at three AM regretting all of my life's choices

My favorite shows are: Saint Seiya (1986), Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas, Ronin Warriors, Ranma 1/2, My Little Pony Friendship is Magic, Astro Boy, Jetter Mars, Sonic Prime, Sonic X, Beastars, Thundercats (both 1986 and 2011), Futurama, Kimba the White Lion, Cowboy Bebop, To Kai Watch, Captain Scarlet, Black Jack, Samurai Jack, Ampanman, The Amazing World of Gumball, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, Danger Mouse, Kamen Rider, Super Sentai (AKA Power Rangers)

My favorite movies: the Guardians of the Galaxy trilogy, AKIRA, the Barbie movie (don't judge), Godzilla, Plague Dogs, Spirited Away, My Neighbor Totoro, Saint Seiya: Legend of the Crimson Youth, Chirin's Bell, The amazing Spider-Man, Toy Story 3, The Iron Giant, Into the Spiderverse, also as of now gotta add the FNAF movie

Favorite video games: Sonic the Hedgehog series, Phantasy Star 4, Columns, Panel De Pon, Mega Man, PulseMan, Mario Kart 8, Pokemon: Legends Arceus, Animal Crossing, Earthbound, Poyo Poyo/Mean Bean Machine, Sin and Punishment, Harvest Moon, Star Fox

Favorite Bands/Musical Artists: Jack Stauber, Daft Punk, Lemon Demon, Caravan Palace, Tally Hall, Miura Ayme, Rammstein, The Living Tombstone, Rare Americans, Nirvana, Rammstein, Witchfinder General, Gorillaz

Favorite books: The Golden Compass, The Most Dangerous Game, Magnus Chase, Heros of Olympus (or basically anything by Rick Riordan), Death Note, Beastars (manga), Inuyasha, The Lovely Bones (I fucking cried so hard), MAUS (Made me cry harder), City of Ember, Journey to the West, Most classic creepypastas mainly "Abandoned by Disney" (YES. I know they're not books), Cells at Work, AKIRA (Manga)

So... Um... Yeah.

I like to talk with people about my interests so don't be afraid to give me a message. (As long as it doesn't promise "hot singles" in my area, I'm not that stupid.)

Updates:

I have a discord under the name robotic carnival and a side blog Tezuka Brainrot.

I am fictokin of: Cobalt from Astro Boy mainly.

Partially:

Mars from Jetter Mars.

Jibanyan from Yo Kai Watch

Rika from Phantasy Star.

Akane Tendo and Ryoga Hibbikki from Ranma 1/2

Cygnus Hyoga, Pegasus Seiya, and Aquarius Camus from Saint Seiya.

And the flag on my profile picture is ADHD flag.

Cringe and proud. ♥️

My husbandos are Doctor Yamanoue and Doctor Kawashimo from Jetter Mars, Phoenix Ikki from Saint Seiya, James/Kojiro from Pokemon, and Rune from Phantasy Star.

I can't beat Zio PLZ someone tell me how.

I am pro Palestine and I will accept no support of genocide.

I am neutral on the Joe Hawley situation as he has done terrible things yet does not deserve to be hacked or harassed.

Also ship discourse and fanfiction censorship discourse is dumb I don't care anymore. And regret my past actions. Don't harass over stuff you don't like but also tag your shit. You can't complain about people judging you if you are irresponsible about keeping it where it belongs.

[m0use123]

It was ticking down to midnight on new years eve, and Asami Sato was deep in thought.

We never should have shared our first kiss.

Never should have started dating.

Never should have fallen in love.

Korra shouldn't have proposed.

None of this would have been possible without that heart transplant.

The wonderful stranger that gave Korra a new life.

Asami glanced over from her spot chatting amongst Opal and Bolin to look over at Korra.

Her amazing wife was cuddling up with Naga on the large sofa. Stroking her as she played Mario kart with Jinora, Ikki and meelo.

Asami suddenly started to well up with tears as she watched Korra loose on purpose to make Ikki feel better.

"Go be with her" Opal whispered into Asami's ear, reading her mind in the way that only a best friend can.

Asami sniffled as she nodded and padded over to Korra, sitting sideways on her wife's lap.

"Hey. Missed me already"?, Korra mumbled into her wife's hair.

The CEO nodded as she traced Korra's heart-shaped tattoo on the inside of her exposed forearm.

She glanced down and ghosted every mark of the tally under the small heart.

Eight.

Eight extra years we got together.

Eight years with my soul mate.

"Hey". Korra said softly, cottoning on to her wife's sense of melancholy. "I'm still here. I'm okay. The old girl's still ticking. Wanna listen"?

Asami giggled despite herself at Korra's nickname for her new heart. She nodded. "Sure. I'd love to listen to the old girl".

Korra smiled and unzipped her hoodie, revealing an angry scar that made a cross shape across her chest.

Asami smiled sadly up at her.

"It's okay Sami. It doesn't hurt anymore. I promise" Korra told her softly.

"But. The scar ......".

"Ruined my modelling career yes. But it's given me a new life. Listen. Being a professional model was amazing, I got to live my dream, I have no regrets. I don't feel self conscious about the scar anymore, it's apart of me now, it's helped me grow as a person".

This was true. Korra was now the face of the 'stitch a broken heart' campaign. Run by the four nations heart foundation. They've raised over ten million yuans since Korra joined the campaign, her revealing her heart condition went world wide in a matter of minutes thanks to her high ranking social media presence.

Asami took a shaky breath and ghosted the scar with trembling fingers. Glancing up for even the slightest glimpse of pain on her wife's placid face.

After seeing no change Asami tilted her head down and rested her ear on top of her wife's chest.

The strong, steady beat of Korra's heart instantly soothed her.

"I told you. There's still life in the old girl yet".

Asami rolled her eyes. Korra's heart was younger than the rest of her body by some years. The 'old girl' would out live her .... if that even makes sense.

"You guys. The count down has begun"! Bolin bellowed from the other side of the room.

One of Asami's many servants hurried around passing out drinks to all of the young billionaires guests.

Asami took a flute glass full of champagne. Whilst Korra (prohibited from drinking alcohol for the foreseeable by her doctor) took a sparkling orange juice.

"TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ...... HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!".

"Happy new year Sami" Korra whispered to Asami, before kissing her lovingly on the lips and taking a sip of her orange juice.

"Happy new year baby. And here's to many more", Asami smiled lovingly at her, before bringing her wife into another kiss, which grew into a storm of feather light kisses all over the former models face, causing her to giggle.

"You know there are children present don't you"? Tenzin's voice floated over to them.

"Sorry Uncle T" Korra told her godfather.

The two broke apart and Asami dragged her disgruntled wife over to the make shift dance floor.

The couple happily slow dancing to the pop song playing in the background.

The two had always danced to their own beat, so why stop now.

~FIN~

[akatokuro]

The Inevitable StS Rewatch, Episodes 9-14

Seriously, what is that fucking rosary made of!?

- Man, I LOVE seeing Saori actually at work and having to handle the more mundane stuff in the background of all the punching. I want to see her in business meetings for Graude. I want to see her having to do more media tours. I want to see the process of her learning the ins and outs of the systems at Sanctuary as she adjusts to being Athena, and how she balances that with her life as Kido Saori. I love her so much and would actually possibly strangle a person to legit get a spinoff solely about her POV - but not one that softens her. Ruthless, Horrible Saori is extremely important

- Saori is a good person fundamentally, and seeing the consequences of what her Saints do to her kills her once it sinks in and she tries to fix it as best she can (unsuccessfully, lol, Seiya is brokebrained), but there's a cold regality to her as well that makes her super compelling. When it comes down to the wire, she does not have time for your shit and will do what has to be done. I never minded the fact that she doesn't technically fight because Kido Saori is more hardcore than any of the fighters on this show.

- SEIYA TROLLING SAORI BY USING THE GRAUDE FOUNDATION NAME TO GET A DOG IS THE CUTEST. He's so fucking cheeky and sassy I also love Seiya to bits and pieces aaaaa.

- Seiya specifically calling Saori out for the sake of trolling and them having this cold stare-off is really cool and it feels to me like something you don't see very often between the hero and heroine in shounen series much, really. Will never understand the idea that Seiya, Saori, and SeiSao is boring because they are truly the fucking best.

- In terms of "the mixup of Saint Seiya canon in my head", I do wish the anime had kept the subplot that Hyouga was initially a spy/assassin for Sanctuary. Not only does it mix things up a bit in terms of intrigue and multiple factions contributing to the current clusterfuck, it's really hard to think, with what we know now, that Hyouga would be willing to "betray" Camus in any fashion.

- Ikki was a good big brother! I feel like I'm definitely appreciating him more on this rewatch, compared to the first, where I liked him fine but I also usually forgot he existed unless he was directly onscreen...

- Feels like I should just be keeping a running tally of "AH YES, LET'S MAKE THIS ONE THE GIRL." Netflix...

- The HyoShun is real, and good, and my friend

- Man, I love Saint Seiya, but the Black Saints are.......... something. Yeah. Something...

- Get fucked, Mitsumasa!

- I do appreciate that Saori loves him, though, in a sort of Seacats-ish way. He was a horrific fucking evil vicious murderer, but you can understand why she loved him, which makes it another complicated thing for her to wrestle with. Would have loved more exploration of this as she realizes "oh fuck, my grandpa fucking murdered a bunch of kids and I was complicit" in retrospect, but ah well.

- I like how the Black Saints are coincidentally specifically DARK versions of our main characters' Cloths. Where the fuck is Dark Wolf and Dark Hydra, huh, Ikki? Did you read ahead in the fucking script?

- The bit where Saori visits Seiya's apartment is still concentrated HNNNNG. It's fun tracking her emotional development through these early arcs - usually I balk at "the cool, ruthless woman slowly melts and becomes more gentle" but with Saori I dig it. Because she IS a kid, she IS wrestling with this horrific burden that's sneaking up on her, and I don't feel like her realizing "maybe torture wasn't the solution" actually compromises her cool ruthlessness. It just gets channeled in a slightly less horrific way.

- Scenes like that highlight that yes, SeiSao would still be cute as fuck if they were allowed to be a "normal couple", but that will never ever ever ever happen. Isn't it sad?

- DOHKO YOU FUCKING TROLL WHAT THE FUCK

- "Heheh, I wanted to see if news of my imminent death would fuck you up mentally in a fight where you could get killed! And it totally did! You fucking failure, Shiryuu!" Ah, Sainthood...

- Seriously, as much shit as you could give Camus about his "cut off your emotions" spiels, that's standard Saint shit, really... Camus is just hilarious in regards to it because Camus himself is the biggest fucking failure in regards to it.

- Dohko, you could just TELL Shiryuu "Mu is a dickhead and the path to his house is designed so that if you walk anywhere but in a straight line you'll fucking die." BUT WHY DO THAT

- How many ruined Cloths is Mu just letting rot in his skeleton graveyard. There are only 88 of those fucking things and Hades is coming. What the fuck Mu. What do you even fucking do all day besides quietly seethe in loathing at all your coworkers

- Kiki!!!!!

- Seiya/Shiryuu doesn't appeal to me and was never my ship, but, uh, I can definitely see why it caught on in early fandom as this was airing...

- Why is Mu such a fucking asshole. Why are all the Golds universally such huge assholes except Aldebaran. Aldebaran is the unlikely miracle of the universe.

- THIS WAS A SUPER GOOD MOMENT I LOVE THEM I LOVE SAORI

- SHE GOES ON SUCH A COOL AND FASCINATING EMOTIONAL JOURNEY I JUST WANT TO SEE MORE OF IT AAAAAAAAAA

- Hahaha, Mu. "I can fix the Cloths but you'll have to fucking die." "Ehhh, maybe I won't let him die." "Ehhhhhh... it's up to him whether he dies or not actually"

- lmao, black saints. why...

- just. why

- Okay but seriously the Black Saints and Ikki is a concept with a lot of potential. Of course, with both Graude and Sanctuary being brutal, abusive, horrific setups and systems, there would be "rebels" who want to burn it all down. That is a compelling idea (and one that Saori should 100000% be there to directly confront.) This, though... lol

- FAILSWAN BEGINS TO UNVEIL HIS TRUE FORM. the contrast between him going "huh, did i just hear something? .......nah probably nothing" versus Shun actually investigating it and finding Seiya and saving his life is too good

- Speaking of Failswan, GASP! IKKI, HOW DID YOU RECOGNIZE MY ATTACK!? black swan sent him the info. he literally told you what he was doing as he did it. he told you. he... why are you so... hyouga, i...

- Hyouga being such a fucking failure is the best combined with his swagger and I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO CAN DEFEAT IKKI though god

- If Hyouga was actually designed or characterized as a young thirteen year old kid, his mother complex would probably come across a little differently, but Saint Seiya ages are Extremely Fake, so......... MAMA...........

- You'd think Shiryuu would be severely disabled or dead since Mu needed gallons of blood from him to fix the Cloths, but what you didn't suspect is that Shiryuu does in fact has ten times the blood of an average person, so he's totally fine, okay!?

- What the fuck is Hyouga's rosary even fucking made of that thing is stronger than a Cloth what the hell

- "Oh no, how do we save Seiya!?" "BY PUNCHING HIM REALLY HARD IN SPECIFIC PLACES" sts!!!!!!

- StS does a really good job of making the Bronzies as a group feel distinct and not like they're actually a shounen blob. Shun's little reactions, demeanor, and being troubled by leaving behind Seiya (which was lmfao) compared to Shiryuu were really good. He's definitely one of those characters it feels rewarding to pay attention to.

- AS WAS HIS COLDCOCKING SHIRYUU SHUN OWNS.

- AH YES. LET'S MAKE THIS ONE THE FUCKING GIRL

- I like how Ikki gets so fucking mad about this too. "WELL YEAH I WAS GONNA KILL YOU ANYWAY BUT... BUT... FUCK YOU ARGH!!!!!!!"

- hyoshun hyoshun hyoshun hyoshun

- the recycled animation of ikki blocking seiya's punches is cracking my shit up just his fucking face ahahahahahsfljasflkajsfljasf

- "Oh no!!! How could the Sagittarius Gold Cloth accept Seiya!?" Well, I mean... for one thing, Ikki, Seiya is actually a Sagittarius. I hate to break it to you, but you're, uh, a Leo...?

[ikkyfics]

Ikkyyyy, I am loving ur new aesthetic!!!!! 🫶☁️🩵🌙

aaaaaaaaaaa thank you very much, my dear lovely! although your new theme is the one that deserves my praise, it is really very very very beautiful!! <333333