#katsudon prince

[hyukassubi]

☕ 19 | Grand Opening...

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 1,528

“Huening Kai!”

“Kai Kamal Huening!”

“Kai!!!”

What was it? Who is it?

Was it another Dragon attack? Did the remaining knights accidentally burn themselves from an imprompted Barbeque again? Did Huening Kai forget to leave his plushies out of the washing?

Huening Kai rubbed his eyes awake, bedraggled, back… not at all sore because he wasn’t sleeping on a deflated air mattress under a thin yellow tent in the middle of nowhere, no.

He had awoken from his king sized bed, plushies providing him company and comfort. The sliver of light that had passed through the crack between the curtains, absorbed into his crystal suncatcher casting the barely decorated room into this mellow liveliness.

The banging from his left side only grew louder.

“Kai wake up!”

Huening Kai sighed.

He unlocked the bedroom door in his mint green pajamas and dragon slippers that had its own fuzzy tails and wings and hyper-realistic ruby eyeballs with seven centimeter eyelashes.

“Yeonjun…” Would you please stop knocking down my bedroom door this place costed me an arm and leg not to mention water bills and taxes.

Yeonjun, wet hair tucked in a pink hand towel, face covered in a thick balm of lavender facial scrub, wearing his most favoured pink bathrobe with the fuzzy ruffles at the sleeves and hem, went on to say in a rushed tone, “I know I know it’s super early I get it but Kai.”

“Hm?”

Soobin came out of no where, in that black business suit of his, running down the hall while fixing his tie, “We have customers. A lot of customers.”

What…

Oh!

…

Oh. Right, Huening Kai thought, still rubbing his eyes, It’s opening day.

Yeonjun grabbed Huening Kai in the most visceral literal sense while trailing behind Soobin. The trio spiraled down the steps, the restaurant empty but not at all quiet.

Chittering, it sounded at the front door… all the way to the village.

Huening Kai blinked.

The line up for customers started from the village all the way to his restaurant.

And the first few people at the door were his lethargic palace buddies, Taehyun and Beomgyu holding boxes of cookies, and your parents.

“Hello Kai,” your mother says, holding a wagon of boxes of cookies twice her height, “We thought we’d make a quick delivery for the opening day so we came as early as we could, right hon?” She turned to her husband, holding only a handful of floral banquets in his arms.

Because the rest came in boulder-sized sacks tied to both Taehyun and Beomgyu’s backs.

“Mhm! Picked out all the best flowers in my shop. We’re looking forward to eating some good food!”

“Mhm, katsudon is our favourite…” Your mother’s eyes trailed towards her husband’s, reminiscent in every sense of the word.

“Oh yes it is~” Your father sighs dreamily.

The customers behind them must’ve noticed the couple talking not to themselves but the glass walls… the people inside the glass walls.

Screaming and the tossing around of fansigns and aegyo heart eyes ensued.

Taehyun and Beomgyu’s eyes twitched, backs at a forty-five degree angle leaning forward, eyebags ablaze twitching internally screaming, ‘help us, please, let us out of our misery.’

Yeonjun and Soobin stared back at Huening Kai.

Soobin went, “… You’re the boss.”

Huening Kai didn’t need to think twice.

He walked towards the glass door with a great big smile, so big, so brave.

He flipped the ‘closed’ sign backwards, reading out, ‘Welcome to Kamal’s Katsudon!’

The flyers Taehyun had initially ordered the previous week to be given out to the entire village, the free cookies your mother baked for Huening Kai and his first handful of customers as well as the flower banquets your father had prepared both for the customers and to decorate the restaurant in, the grand opening of Kamal's Katsudon went smashingly.

And you were the marketing genius behind all of this, smirking to yourself when you watched from your room, the intense line-up of hungry customers trailing like a horde of ants straight into the restaurant. Well done to everyone, truly.

The stress you felt when working unwavered you. Typically.

… You stared out your window, the sun asleep, the line-up of customers completely gone by now. And so was your to-do list of Queen’s orders, all mostly done. Everything sewn together far earlier than its designated deadline.

You stared out your window, the to-do list, the window, the to-do list… the window…

Rubbing your darkening eyebags, you began the gruelling five minute walk to Kamal’s Katsudon.

And it was the prettiest thing ever.

A verdant row of puffy bushes nestled amongst the sidelines of the sandy-yellow dirt road, trees packed with thick fresh leaves and scaling trunks, a walk over a quietly frantic stream just up ahead, looming with a decent amount of fireflies and gray pebble stones.

Props to Soobin’s construction team for crafting such a mesmerizing soul-enriching five minute walk.

At the end of the road stood the restaurant, glowing, seriously radiating the warmest brightest light in the forest. It was only near the restaurant you realized how orange the tree leaves were, falling pitifully like snowflakes on a calm winter day, except the air wasn’t at all dry and crisp, it smelled of a mother’s kitchen on a sunday afternoon: fried chicken, curry, tea.

The full moon stood high, and judging by the window walls, it was… closing hours.

There you stood, gazing upon the now retired knight, in a kitchen apron, wiping down counters behind the countertop…

The doorbell rang for the thousandth time that day.

Yeonjun could feel his bones squishing down into cubic blocks.

Soobin didn’t give a flaming damn that Yeonjun had bunched up his wiping cloth against a curry-stained table. His eyes simply remained glued onto his intriguing mysterious book.

Huening Kai did, though, and so he straightened his shrimp back and says behind the counter, “Sorry, we’re clo- oh?” Huening Kai stops whatever he’s doing and races around the counter.

He recognizes this girl from anywhere.

The door closed behind her, the beauty in a black cloak releases her hoodie. “Surprise, surprise.“

Yeonjun slapped his dirtied cloth down.

Soobin snapped his book shut.

Everybody cheered, “Y/N!”

Huening Kai had ushered the both of you to a quiet corner of the restaurant, a seat against the window walls, away from everything else.

To save Yeonjun from dish washing duty, all you had ordered was a cup of barely tea.

Two cups of barely tea had landed on your table instead.

“You came…” Huening Kai says, taking a seat right infront of you, back twice as big as the chair. To say the man looked out of breath was an understatement. Huening Kai smells so terribly pungent of herbs and spices, apron stained, constantly breathing shallow breaths while wiping the sweat off his neck.

It was the look on his face, however, that evoked a different unotable feeling inside of you— lips slightly apart to take in breath after breath, creases around his eyes and the tight skin around his face.

It sort of kind of mirrored you on a busy day, just a couple hours ago, in fact. “Busy day, huh?”

“Tell me about it.” Huening Kai exasperatedly rolled his eyes which was, at the moment, the funniest thing ever coming from someone typically unwavered by anything. “Your parents really outdone themselves with the free rose and cookie giveaways, we’re all out of supplies for the next two months…”

“Whoa. Um.” Mission successfully failed? “Did you notify your supplier about the stock shortages?”

“Yeah.” Huening Kai casually notes, pointing at the back of his seat towards a designated spot in the restaurant, a mini shelf of storybooks and a big red bean bag perched next to it. “He’s right there.”

Soobin quietly flips to the next page of his book, sinking butt first deeper into the beanbag.

Huening Kai sighs deeply. “We’ll manage. Is everything okay on your side?”

“Hm?”

“Seamstress duties, I mean.”

“Oh. Oh yeah, everything’s alright. I just completed a couple errands today, actually.”

“Ahh…" Huening Kai shifts in his seat, staring out the window walls every once in a while which, you can't blame him, was a type of beauty you don't pass by every so often, "well, if you’re not too busy, I wanted to… ask if you’d like to join me tea plucking this weekend?” He straightens up. “For work. It’s for work, but it’s a relaxing type of work. I thought we could catch up because even though I’m not a knight anymore and I don't work under the royal family anymore I...”

“No, don’t worry about it Kai, I get it, we’re still friends, no question.”

“Yeah… Yeah, of course.”

“Mhm! Tea plucking does sound wonderful, by the way.”

Huening Kai’s eyes light up. “You think so?”

You did. You really did think it would be time well spent with Huening Kai after so so long. And… perhaps you could take a break from your own duties every once in a while…

Your mouth moved faster than your thoughts. “Yeah, I do. I’ll do anything as long as it’s with you.”

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TW: Mentions of religious trauma and child abuse.

Notes by the greatest guy ever~ Me of course.

Name: Michael Elizabeth Ansley.

My parents thought I was going to be a girl- So they had to change my name at the last minute.

Alt Name: Michael Morningstar. Barf-

Special Titles: Crown Prince of Hell, Michael Morningstar. Also Barf. Dr. Michael Ansley, False God, Narrator.

Old Titles: “M”, “God”, “Lord of Darkness”. ALSO Barf-

Username: theliteralantichrist

Nicknames: Mikey, “Emo Boy”, Hero.

Age: 27.

Pronouns: He/They/Rot.

Sexuality: Gay.

Gender: Nonbinary, Gendervoid, HolyGoric. I would describe my gender as a rotting corpse to be honest-

Species: Hybrid (Antichrist.)

Disorders: Panic Disorder, CPTSD, Autism, Insomnia, Bipolar 2, ASPD, Anorexia, Checking OCD.

Physical Disabilities: Blind, Chronic Pain.

Recovering Addictions: LSD, Alcohol, Mushrooms, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vape).

Religion: Atheist. Religions are scams, which I of all people should know-

Job: None, At the moment. ……

Current Major: Pediatrics.

Degrees: Psychology Degree.

Lives in: WV, America, 2034. Country roads.. take me home..

Languages: English.

Height: 4’9” >:(

Race: White.

Ethnicity: Demonic.

Accent: Soft, Southern.

Monster Form: Sharp Claws, Sharp Teeth, Boney Elongated Form, Big Horns, Animalistic.

I don’t like this form..

Powers: Time Travel, Teleporting, Telekinesis, Fire Manipulation, Flight, Summoning, Sucking Life Force/Souls, Hypnosis, Possession, Strings, Necromancy, Omens, Shapeshifting, Mass Destruction.

If I wasn’t lazy I could probably take over the world.

Weapons: Knives.

Strings Form: Pink Spiderweb.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Text Color: Pink, Red when Upset.

Main Animal: Dog.

Main Hobbies: Sewing, Video Games, Fashion/Dressing Up, Crafting, Knitting, Needlefelting.

I like doing things hands on.. It gives me something to do.

Diet: Carnivorous, Raw Diet.

Whether I eat meat or raw meat is a different story- Strawberries are really tasty.

Favorite Drink: Strawberry Shortcake Coffee, Strawberry Chocolate Tea, Hwache, Strawberry Boba, Strawberry Monster Energy.

Favorite Fruit: Watermelon.

Favorite Meal: Pork Brains, Steak Tartar, Gumbo, Sashimi, Spaghetti, Katsudon, Dinosaur Nuggets and Fries, Pancakes, Fruit Sandwiches, Sago Soup.

Favorite Candy: White Chocolate, Gummy Worms, Salt Water Taffy, Konpieto.

Favorite Dessert: Strawberry Shortcake, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Gingerbread Cookies, Strawberry Icecream, Dirt Cake, Pavlova.

Favorite Flower: Pink Forget Me Nots.

Scent: Rose Cologne, Barbie Detangler.

Why do you need to know this about me-

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Black, Sometimes Red.

Birthday: December 25th 2007 (Capricorn)

My birthday is… kind of ironic…

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Wrote his very own Bible for his religion, has a stuffed animal collection, Has a magical girl collection.

Special Interests: Stardew, Minecraft, Slime Rancher, Animal Crossing, The Sims, Pokémon, Coraline, My Little Pony, Moomin Valley, Strawberry Shortcake, Fairy Princess Minky Momo, Sanrio. :)

Stims: Handflapping, Mouse Cheese, Sensory Cube, Pink Tangle, Pop it Game.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Comfort Objects: Cat Plush, Cow Pillow Pets, Pink Slime Plush, Pokémon plushies, Killer (Teddy Bear), Gloomy Bear, Bluey Plush.

My Pokémon Team!:

In Games:

Animal Crossing:

Stardew Valley:

(Credit to this portrait maker)

Minecraft Skin: LINK

Family:

Lucifer Morningstar, Elijah Morningstar. (Fathers.) ……

Lilith Morningstar. (Stepmother)

Raven Ansley. (Mother.) :)

Ezequiel Ansley. (Stepfather)

Melanie Ansley (Aunt) …….

Lucy Ferr, Sin Morningstar. (Half Siblings.)

Alexander Leverett. (Adoptive Brother) (Strained.) …..

Immanuel Ansley. (Adoptive Sibling.)

Sam Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.)

Micah Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.)

Friends: None. ……..

Romance: None. …….

Enemies: The Starlings.

Pets:

Danger (Tarantula)

Princess (Skeleton Cat)

Brief Personality: Mikey acts tough. For his entire life he has had to manipulate in order to survive. He can usually get what he wants with little effort. But he is, deeply troubled.. Usually he is incredibly chatty but lately he’s just been.. quiet.. He no longer seems to care about much, he’d rather just sit in the silence.

Brief Backstory:

Michael was born out of a prophecy. He was destined to destroy heaven and the earth. However for the time being he was born to his mother and “Father”..

Mikey had a pretty normal childhood for the most part. He was a good kid, he went to church, he played with his toys and didn’t make much of a fuss. However, as he grew older weird occurrences would happen around Michael.

His mother didn’t seem worried. But everyone else noticed the birds dying around him, the water becoming blood, bad omens seemed to follow the child. And it culminated in Michael’s house burning down with his mother and “Father” inside. He was the only survivor.

His aunt was given custody of him.. He didn’t know it at the time but he was not responsible for the fire. However everyone believed he was. He was forced to repent over and over and over and over to get rid of his “sins”, to get rid of the demons inside of him.

Michael felt hollow.. He felt the judging eyes of everyone on him. No matter how good of a kid he was he felt destined to be evil. It felt like the omens were getting worse and worse as he got older and older.

The church held an intervention for Michael. They told him that he wasn’t good enough, that God was disappointed in him. The demons were still inside him because he let them stay inside. He began to cry and say that wasn’t true and that he wanted to pure he wanted to be good.

The church members took him into the baptistery and forced him under the water, waterboarding him over and over again to try and get him to “repent for his sins” and that the holy water will cleanse him of his omens.

Over and over again he was forced underneath the water, he kept screaming but the water kept filling his lungs, when he finally was able to get some air. He felt this righteous anger fill his entire body, and he attacked the people who had forced him underneath the water.

He attacked the church leaders and in the struggle they gauged out his eyes. And stabbed him. Pushing him deep into the baptism water, as his blood filled the pool it turned a dark black color. And he ascended from the baptism a monster.

Michael killed everyone. The people in the church, his aunt, everyone. Everyone who had hurt him. Everyone who had forced him into bowing before a god who would never forgive him. This “awakened” something inside of him, a power he never knew he had. And he began to crave meat.

He became the monster the church thought he was. And he ran away. And he decided that he would become a god, if a god who watched him get tortured by the heads of his religion then he could easily become one.

He created a cult, Ascensionism. He being the god, and his subjects being his eyes. He saw through them, and when it was finally time they would ascend and become his food. Becoming one with their god.

After many years in the cult however he eventually feels.. empty inside.. He begins to question what the hell he is doing and disbands the cult. He goes on a long journey of soul searching, trying to figure out who he is, what he is, etc. and one could argue he is still on that journey now even tho he is much healthier than he was back then.

[mememoa]

[suigintounocage]

Working on it! I will color it soon. Just need a little time. #yurionice #yurionice✨ #princeyuuri #yurikatsuki #yuurikatsuki #katsukiyuri #katsudon #myart #mydrawings #traditionalart #crown #prince #sohot

[i-cant-sing]

I’ve seen child/baby reader for the Todoroki clan but what about Erasermic? They just adore the chubby little girl that could barely say their names right or their hearts just burst at her cute smol hand gripping their finger as she smiles to them! Watch em lose it when she calls them “Papa” or “Daddy” 😭💕💖

Yandere Platonic Erasermic x child reader

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Yandere Erasermic:

Aizawa looked intimidating. Unapproachable. Distant. Unwelcoming.

It was clear from how all the parents looked at him, quickly ushering their kids away from him as if he was a villian. This was the reason he never really liked going out in public all that much.

"Daddy!"

But for you he will walk though hell barefoot if has to.

At the sound of your voice, a warm smile immediately appeared on his face. Crouching down, Aizawa caught your little body that jumped at him.

You giggled as he picked up and nuzzled his nose with yours.

"Hey, princess."

Pulling you away from him, he took in your appearance.

Your pony tails were lop sided, your face was flush and sweaty, your uniform was all dirty. Your shirt was tucked out of your skirt, your once shiny black shoes were now muddy.

"Why do you look so messy? Did you get in a fight?" Aizawa asked you, but he already knew his sweet little angel wouldn't hurt a fly.

"No! We were playing!" You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's go." With that, Aizawa took your hand and began walking home.

Every single day for the last week since kindergarten started, you always returned looking like you had rolled around in mud.

"I missed you today! Did you miss me?" You said as you skipped. Your father nodded. "I did. What happened at school today?"

"Great! I went to class and said hi to my friends, and then miss Hita came and then we did numbers and then-" And you continued to ramble on about every single detail about your day. Aizawa loved hearing you talk, even if you did become repetitive, it was the gleam in your eyes and the awe in your voice and your oh so real expressions.

"Is Papa home?" You asked him mid rambling.

He nodded. "Yes. And he has a surprise for you."

Your eyes sparkled. "Surprise?! What is it?" You jumped up and down. Honestly, he was amazed with how energetic you were. Even after a tiring day at school, you would always have to be wrestled or bribed for an afternoon nap, as you always claimed you weren't sleepy.

You're going to wish you took more naps now when you grow up.

Aizawa smiled. "No point of a surprise if I tell you." He liked teasing you, and he knew you were about to play your guessing game now.

"Is it a balloon?"

"No."

"Is it 2 balloons?"

"No."

"Is it a an elephant?"

"No."

"Is it an aeroplane?"

"What? No."

You'll never figure it out at this rate-

"Is it... something to eat?"

"..."

"It is something to eat! What is it? Tell me please." You whined.

"You've guessed it right so far, you can figure out the-"

"Is it Katsudon?"

"..."

"Dad... Is. It. Katsudon?" You asked him, mustering up your utmost serious face, but you just ended up looking even more adorable than before.

"...yes."

Aizawa closed his eyes as you screamed in glee.

And then the rest of the way home, you skipped and chanted "katsudon".

Hizashi heard the front door open and as he walked over to welcome his darlings, his knees was tackled by a very small body that screeched "KATSUDON!"

The blonde shot a mean glare to Aizawa for ruining the surprise, but that was interrupted by you jumping up and down. Hizashi picked you up and gasped at your appearance.

"Why do you look like you came out of a war?!"

"Katsudon!" You kicked your feet excitedly and wriggled in his arms.

Hizashi chuckled. "Okay okay. But first, you need a bath. Daddy will clean you up while I will go prepare your-" "KATSUDON!" Both men erupted in chuckles.

During lunch, you swung your feet back and forth as Hizashi fed you. You could feed yourself, but you're busy telling them about your day.

"And then we began playing in recess. And then Tabiko was the Prince and I was the Princess and then Tabiko saves me from the dragon and we were going to kiss and live happily ever after! And then Hirio fell, and then-"

What?

Did they- did they hear you right?

Your fathers looked at each other as if to confirm they both heard the same thing.

Kiss?

"Honey... what- what do you mean kiss?" The blonde asked, his tone full of worry.

You gulped down the delicious piece of meat before speaking. "I was the Princess and Tabiko was the Prince, and when he saved me, we would kiss!"

"You kissed Tabiko?" Aizawa asked, his eyes turning a bit dark at the thought of this boy.

You shook your head giggling. "Noo, recess was over so we had to go back to class." You smiled. "But Tabiko said that we can kiss tomorrow!"

No fucking way.

"No. You won't do that." Your dad said, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Yes, I wiIl. Tabiko promised me!" You smiled.

Aizawa got up from his seat and moved to crouch in front of you, making him at eye level with you.

"Princess, you're not going to kiss Tabiko." Your dad took that serious tone, the one that left no room for argument but you didn't pick up on that.

"Why?" You pouted.

"Because I'm telling you. And you're not going to kiss anyone else either." Aizawa said as he held your hands.

"No one?"

"No one."

"But what if I love them?"

"You only love us, honey!" Hizashi pitched in.

"But I get to kiss my boyfriend, right?"

Aizawa lightly squeezed your hands. "No. And no boyfriends or girlfriends either."

Your eyes became teary and they could see your lip wobbling too. "Not even when I'm old?"

No. Not even then.

Is what they wanted to say, but Hizashi tried to pacify you. "Yeah. Sure, you can be in a relationship when you're old, like... 70?"

You immediately began counting on your fingers. I'm 4, so 5, 6, 7... that is 1,2, 3 years?

"So...like in 3 years?"

"70. Not 7" The blonde chuckled.

You began counting again but then got tired at 18, so you stopped.

"But... I will get kisses when I'm 70?" You asked worriedly, still confused why your dads weren't letting you kiss people.

Aizawa scooped you up in his arms. "You don't have to wait that long. You can have kisses now." And then your dad began attacking your face in kisses, making you laugh. "And you can get more but only if you promise not to kiss anyone else!" Hizashi said. You nodded and then both your dads tickled your face with kisses.

You're so naive, so innocent. Their sweet little angel.

They'll be damned if they let some scum take you away from them.

[a-mel-tomelts]

I condemn to sins for writing ShuAke with head empty. Enjoy.

“The rainy season is no joke, huh?”

“I think it’s pretty.”

“You like the rain?”

Red eyes looked at me with wonder in them.

“Yeah, rain is the best.”

I laughed. Of course, I laughed. Who wouldn’t laugh at a confused charismatic ace detective? It's strange to see someone so weird about liking the rain.

“You don’t need to water crops, fish is more likely to get caught, you can jump on the puddles or draw on the windows. And here there are just fewer people. Rain is pretty great.”

The detective scoffed, fixing his hold on his umbrella that barely will fit another person. The opposite of mine

“Right, you are a country pumpkin. How could I forget.”

“What is it, Akechi-san? Are you saying I am making you forgetful? Am I that mesmerizing?” I said it with a smile and received the similar one except,

“No, I just think you are good at adapting to your surroundings.”

The smile was far too familiar.

I laughed again, "It's been a while since we met and you're already tackling me open like a case."

"If that's all your case is proposing to me, maybe I should move on to another."

I rolled my eyes, "You wouldn't."

"And where is that certainty coming from?"

"I am your only rival, aren't I?"

"..." Akechi looked at me how always would, eyes wide, mouth open and small genuine happiness after. "Maybe you are the one tackling me like a case."

"Then it will be the most thought-out case I had."

"Well, I'll be the judge of that."

I smiled, "Please be."

***

Sitting in the café with the detective, I looked through the window. Rain, again.

“Katsudon?”

“Moist katsudon.”

We were sitting beside each other, chopsticks in our hands, a bowl of food in front of us.

“Is that why you invited me?“

“Just taste it. It’s good, I promise.”

The detective looked puzzled again. It seems it’s his normal expression around me. That, or maybe I am the only one witnessing him emotionally constipated. Either way, I find it funny.

“You are very proper, Akechi-san.” I couldn’t but compliment him on his manners at the tables. Something about them felt foreign though. I looked at his hold n chopsticks. “Why do you eat with your right hand? I already know you are left-handed. Or is there another competition I have to beat?”

Akechi paused, “It’s just a habit. I usually would eat with my right hand to avoid poking at my superiors. It would be highly unprofessional of me to do this.”

“Well, I am not your superior and I don’t mind getting a few pokes from the detective prince himself.”

He sighed in annoyance, “Oh, please, drop the act. As if my status is anything but a topic of jokes for you.”

“Caught me red handed. As striking as always, Sholmes.”

He changed his hand.

“Does it make you my Watson then?”

I tilted my head, eyes following his free hand, “I don’t know anything about Watson, but being yours sounds nice.”

“Stop.”

I stopped. But the blush will forever be embedded in my brain.

And if we held hands under the table, it's our secret to share.

***

He stood under the rain again. It was days since we changed Okumura’s heart. Penguins Sniper is still the same and not a lot of people around.

For the first time, my invitation was turned down.

“I am… Sorry. There are some people that I am supposed to meet. I promise, later, I will have time for our usual outings.”

“It’s okay. I understand."

I picked a place to stand beside him. He was eyeing me with utmost curiosity.

"Why are you still here? You will catch a cold."

"And you won't?"

"It's for my job. But you have free time. Why not spend it with others?"

"I spent enough time with people I care about." I smiled a little, looking at Akechi for a minute or two. "But there's still someone I didn't spend enough with."

"You are being ridiculous again."

"Well, ain't I a Joker?"

"The wild one, I assume." He deadpanned, "Whatever do I do with you?"

I giggled at him and I noticed how his expression brightened ever so slightly. One step left.

"Can I ask for a favour?”

Red eyes looked at me, and a pool of sadness swirled in them still, which made me feel like a fool.

“Hold my umbrella please.”

Forever a fool for him.

“Hold your...? Wha—“

Rushing, I followed the instinct and felt warm on my lips. His lips were cold from standing outside for so long but it still felt warm in my chest. Our hands clenched together around the umbrella, my warming up his. Nobody would see us under the heavy rain and if the umbrella had hidden our faces, we’ll pretend it was just a coincidence.

After all, a timeline before, it worked perfectly.

Playtime: 3230 hours.

[marshieee]

When they have an s/o who loves disney princesses.

Oikawa, kuroo, asahi, sugawara

A/N: yeah still head empty on my osamu fic and yes you might tell my favorite disney princess is our princess tiana💚 i would die to have a friend like lottie, sure she’s spoiled but she’s a true friend to tiana, their friendship is to die for and i love that! If ur lottie hmu😘

Oikawa

He knows that you love watching disney and don’t get me wrong he absolutely LOVED the fact that you do.

One time he gave you a ticket to disneyland as your birthday gift. And the way you were giggling like a child during your visit there was a pretty sight indeed

And how you dragged him to meet the princesses was absolutely adorable.

“They’re so pretty! They are right tooru?”

He would just hum and grab your hands.

“They are but you are pretty too y/n i think you’re qualified to be the next new disney princess”

You knew he’s like this and you still get flustered.

“Awww look my princess is blushing how cute”

“Shut up tooru!”

Kuroo

Ok having you, someone who’s obsessed with disney is a breath of fresh air and cuteness.

He did have kenma basically his whole life and it’s really hard to keep tabs on that boy since he did have a bit a toxic love in games.

“KENMA GO TO SLEEP WE HAVE A GAME TOMORROW!!”

Yeah that kind.

But you? No, hell no

You love disney princesses that you pick up their habit.

The one where you’re humming while doing something, yep that one you pick up that one.

So whenever kuroo catches you doing some chores at home and humming songs from the movies he think “all we need is animals and it’s done”

But he loves that and it’s kinda making his ego swell a bit, like come on think about it he got his very own DISNEY PRINCESS how could he not?

“Hey princess what you cooking?”

You stopped humming when you felt a pair of arms arou your waist.

“Katsudon!”

“Can you tell me what song were you humming this time”

“So this is love~”

Kuroo hummed the part of the song and sang with you.

“So this is love~”

“So this is what makes life divine~” “so this is what makes life divine~”

And the entire time you two were just singing and dancing in the kitchen like you two were in a ball.

Asahi

Ok when he knew the love you have for the disney princesses he was absolutely wrecked

THAT SHIT IS THE CUTEST THING OK?!

He never complains whenever you put on a disney princess movie if you two are having a movie marathon.

“What are we watching?”

“Sleeping beauty”

“Oh i like their song”

“I know right? It’s so catchy and i love it!”

While you two were watching you saw how pretty aurora’s dress is so you just kinda blurted out “wow i wish i had that kind of dress”

Of course asahi would hear that so without any second thought he said “i can make you one”

It’s not like you didn’t appreciated what he said but making gowns isn’t his forte so you giggled.

“Baby are you sure you can make one? I didn’t really mean what i said you know”

“You don’t know if you don’t try”

He was being serious so didn’t agrue you just gave him a kiss on the cheeks

“Do whatever you want”

Sugawara

Having to take care of kids he sure does have a lot of knowledge in cartoons

And having you as his s/o who basically knows a lot about disney, he now has a vast knowledge.

He adores how you still like disney despite your age, still giddy when you watch a movie together even though you saw it like a hundred times already

“I’m a sucker for a happy ending”

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll get married to Prince Charming one day”

You gasped “prince eric?!”

“Nooo meee!”

You’re a sucker for a romantic fantasy fairytale, and since this time and age balls aren’t a thing anymore it kinda saddens you.

As if you’ll get an invitation if there’s one.

So whenever you’re alone you put on some disney songs and dance like you’re in a ball.

Suga was finished checking some papers and as soon as he went out he saw you dancing with your eyes closed feeling the rhythm, swaying and twirling.

He watched you with a smile, GOD knows how much he loves you he can’t even contain the sight right infront of him.

And in a heartbeat he took your hands and swayed with you which surprised you.

“We can’t let a princess dance alone now can’t we?”

“My my prince don’t you have any manners? you should have asked my permission first”

He smirked “I’m not your normal Prince Charming your highness”

Reblogs are really appreciated

[rokayoi]

katsudon + flower crown = prince(ss) enchanted!

[p3rs0nne]

no one sais it couldn’t be a dog :D

i was tagged by @imsurroundedbyidiots553 (i’m killing you in 5 different ways in my head  (─‿‿─)  )

These are my 8 fave characters from different shows and a dog (i love the dog , and his personality)

I tag: @mel-aka-martyna @eijuhn @yuu-nat @karasuhoe @roubaisan @i-hinami

[kaichan24]

Some Smut Fics

1. Shape of You.  Yuri is moving to St. Petersburg and Victor is far too excited to show him everything and spoil his Katsudon on his home turf.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9429881/chapters/21340928

2. Crazy for a Sharp Dressed Man.  Victor loves watching Yuuri when he's wearing a suit. He loves peeling it, layer by layer, from Yuuri's body at the end of the evening. But first, he's got to make it through Yuuri's first sporting awards ceremony, and it promises to be the longest evening of his life to date.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11612637

3. Love Hotels & Instagram https://archiveofourown.org/series/623852

4. it's the sunrise (and those brown eyes).  Viktor can't remember what it was like to wake up without Yuuri's comforting, warm presence in his bed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12241545

5. Snowbound: A Tale of Eros and the Ice Prince.  It’s Christmas – and Victor’s birthday – and Yuuri and Victor decide to spend it in Saint Petersburg. When a massive snowstorm knocks out the power, Victor decides to pass the time by telling Yuuri a story; a Tale of Eros and the Ice Prince.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8963332

6. Patterns.  Yuri began noticing, not long after his and Viktor's relationship took on a more... sexual tone... that Viktor has an interesting habit of wearing different colored heels with different types of scenes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20987312

7. the nuclear option. Victor is surprised that Yuri agrees to a fancy date night out. Usually he has to be really cute and plead a lot, but Yuri seems inclined to indulge him for once.

"Sure," says Yuri. "Why not? We haven't been out for a while, have we?" He smiles sweetly up at Victor. "I have a half day, right? If you can get dressed at the rink, I'll meet you there.

"In retrospect, Victor should have been more suspicious.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12367266

8. one is silver.  There is, it turns out, more than one use for an Olympic medal.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14004198

9. There's No Wrong Way To Eat A Victor. 

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/16785283

10. i'll worship like a dog.  very very soft body worship between two very very soft boys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10080338

11. UTC plus nine. Victor is the master of nudes. Yuuri is easy.

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/10636161  

12. Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.  When Victor receives a cowboy hat from a fan, Yuuri may or may not want to devastate him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11377662

13. Patience. Yuuri isn't a morning person, but that doesn't mean Viktor can't still have some fun.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12918732

14. at your service. Five thousand words of service sub Victor, plus some sex. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9607346   

15. The Magic Eight Ball(s).  Victor and Yuuri get a gift from Chris, of a magic eight ball that suggests sexual positions rather than answering questions. They decide to try one... or all.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15508557

16. Elements https://archiveofourown.org/series/651776

[hyukassubi]

🍪 05 | The Prince's Sick Meal/ Blue and White Tiled Kitchens

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 2,408

The crowned prince fell ill to a nasty cold, cooped up in his bedroom with snotty tissues all over the floor and an opened chess board over his bed to play his eighth winning streak against Commander Knight Bangchan.

The Commander Knight was not having fun, and that’s the amusing part of all of this.

Taehyun wondered, sometimes, if not the obvious florist and bakery errands you helped run from time to time, what did you do during your spare time?

You couldn’t come over to play with Taehyun today, but that didn’t stop you from paying him a visit.

With homemade food.

Yes, in the kitchen of one of the most notorious well-profound bakeries in all of the kingdom, little eleven year old you was cooking up a storm, following along a recipe in your mother’s old cookbook: Curry Katsudon.

“Potatoes… Onions… Carrots...” You trailed off, checking over the ingredients by the sink in your mother’s humble kitchen. It was a pretty thing, walls covered in floral tiles, whites and blues, laced curtains providing a massive scenic view of the alleyway connected to your father’s shop full of bushes and flowers of all types and a pair of keen eyes watching through your window sill-

In your hands were two blades— a butcher knife and a bread knife— cookbook long forgotten face-flat on the ceramic floor as you threatened, “Get out of my mom’s kitchen or el— Oh, hey Kai!”

Huening Kai who was gripping for dear life onto the side of a metal pipe with leaves and twigs in his hair climbed down promptly, face flushed. “Oh— Uh, hey Y/n!” His smile didn’t seem quite so cheery.

Not long after, a third voice bellowed from the cash register outside, “Darling, is there another rat in the kitchen? What did I say about threatening harmless little rodents with kitchen utensils when we can just call your father over to exterminate those damned pests?”

It was your mother.

You didn’t get why your mother insisted on father killing the rodents when he’s even more deathly afraid of anything fast and on all fours with a long snakey tail than your mother will ever be, but you digress.

You let the frightened boy into the kitchen through the window without the knives in your hands. “False alarm, momma, it’s just Kai.”

Your mother appeared into the kitchen soon after, metal doors swung open with a broomstick just in case.

Her face softened when she saw the small boy all pinkened and bashful standing next to you. “Oh, hello Kai.”

Kai gulped, eyes on the broomstick. “Hello auntie.”

“Did you bring your little prince buddy along with you?”

You responded for Kai, hands clutched onto his... for whatever reason. It was a subconscious thing. Taehyun did it with you countless of times before without either of you being aware of it until Taehyun looks down, looks back up, shrugs his shoulders and continues squeezing your hands regardless. This is just another one of those ‘oh yeah this is my best friend and the guy just needs a little physical support’ moment, right? “Taehyun is sick, momma, I told you about it already.”

Her eyes squinted in an ironic way. “I can never be sure with you children. Anyway, what’s the knight doing here in my kitchen?”

“That’s… a good question.” You furrowed your brows, facing Huening Kai. “What are you doing here?”

“Umm… I wanted to hangout with Y/n, if that’s okay…” his words were meant for your mother, but his eyes never left you. “Since the prince is sick.”

“Mhm.” Your mother’s eyes squinted even further, seeing right through him, smirking. “Since the prince is sick.” She repeated.

Your hands clutched onto Kai’s, both of them, harder than before, hopping on your heels because a lightbulb had popped above your head. “Hey, why don’t you help me cook a sick meal for Taehyun? I was just going over all the ingredients and since you’re here, why not help me out a little bit?”

“Uhh—”

“Great!” You picked up the cookbook, placing it in front of a basket of fruit of support. “Now it says here…”

Huening Kai only half listened, still phased by the situation he has somehow gotten himself into.

He did come over to ask you out to play, and perhaps he got lost on his way to look for the entrance of the bakery, but he knew he was in the right place when he saw you… at the window… completely absorbed into whatever you were doing, eyes focused, tongue cutely sticking out of your lips like a five year old doing a painting.

The same girl that keeps watching over him during his training sessions.

He never asked for it, he never asked to be looked after or even looked up upon, but he was seen and that thought alone brought the young knight comfort.

It didn’t make sense at first, why a random village girl would stick around for no reason in the palace grounds. But as he got to know you and where you stood, he figured, you didn’t need a reason than to just be truly there.

Of all people who could’ve watched over him regularly, it wasn’t his family, his friends, not the prince, all for their own valid reasons, but you did.

You were always there, all the time.

He’ll be more than happy to help you with your cooking.

“I didn't know Taehyun liked eating this kind of stuff…” Huening Kai went on peeling vegetables right by your side, elbows bumping ocassionally. He was in charge of the carrots, you were in charge of the potatoes. The mild buzz of customers rung from outside, followed by the clitter-clattering of coins but for a majority of the time, it was just you and Kai and Kai and you and you can't have it any other way.

“Oh yeah no, he mentioned it was his favourite after school meal some time ago, and it’s no coincidence that his entire kitchen smelled of those familiar heavenly herbs and spices. I’ve heard his mom complain about the ‘stench’ time and time again, but he doesn’t seem to care.”

Huening Kai gasped. “How dare she complain about that ‘stench’?”

“I know right? How dare she.” You mocked him with a playful tone, just enough to pull on his strings but not push over his feeble heart. You giggled along, and he did, too.

Something about cooking with another person made the world seem to spin a little faster, like time is going by so quickly yet peacefully all at the same time. “I introduced him to the dish, actually.” You admitted, taking a long gaze outside the window to your father’s shop.

You wondered at times how he's doing, if he needed a helping hand. Or if he was peering back at the window with a pleased smile because you had a friend that wasn't the prince for once.

“Oh. So that makes it your favourite food?”

“No, it was my parents’ favourite food. Back when they met in high school, they’d stop by this roadside stall and hog down on a bowl of curry katsudon.”

“Oh… like a date?”

You dropped a peeled potato into a bowl of water with the rest of it’s starch buddies. “Yup, everytime. On the edge of the sidewalk, eating with plastic spoons. My dad says that the luxuriousness of a dating spot doesn’t matter when he gets to spend his time with the people he loves most.���

Huening Kai loved how you made eating food on the side of a road sound so comfy. “He’s not wrong, but like, all the time?”

“I think so. They can never get bored of it, and I don’t know if my parents meant the food or each other’s company, but… I think it’s both. It’s kinda sad that the chef couldn’t afford to open up his own restaurant, though.”

“Even when your parents buy from that place every single date they had together?” Huening Kai joked.

“Mhm, customer loyalty be damned. My mom says that if I can replicate the taste of the curry katsudon, she’ll ship me to Taehyun’s Royal Academy for Princes and Princesses.” You shrugged. “I told her I knew she was being sarcastic.”

Huening Kai didn’t respond. He took a good look at this kitchen, aware at how long he left you at a comfortable silence (a good ten seconds).

He pictured this: a small grubby girl with pigtails and chocolate-batter stained lips and fingertips running around the kitchen with an empty glass bowl, running away from her mother who was young and fresh and so ready to tickle her to death for finishing up raw cookie batter.

Another picture: a girl chopping cabbages alone, accompanied by the tweeting of birds and… a knock on the kitchen door. It was her father, perhaps. Coming in, checking on his beloved daughter.

Another picture, and the more Huening Kai dreamed, the more the images seemed out of reach: a boy who comes in with fidgety hands behind his back and a turned away chin, wondering if the lovely young girl in this lovely kitchen could go on adventures with him someday.

He pauses now, eyes trailing along the edge of counter tops and the knives on the walls organized by size, wondering if he’ll ever be present in such a place again, especially after his knight prowesses are completed. Wondering if, perhaps, a moment like this could be repeated again and again, like your parents did during their high school dating days.

He let his thoughts slide, jumping back into the conversation, “Is the stall owner still alive?”

Huening Kai had no interest in cooking. Or food. But he liked peeling potatoes and carrots with you. Maybe a little too much, more than he’d like to admit. Even when it came to peeling the last carrot, he purposely slowed down the strokes of his peeler, hoping the moment could last a little longer.

“Hm… Wait, let me ask my mo—”

“No. No you don’t have to. I was just… curious. I guess.”

“Yeah no, that’s a good question, actually. I can’t believe I never really thought of it. Maybe he’s still alive and grey and old and is still stuck on the side of the road selling his little curry meals. Who knows.”

“I’m rooting for that guy. I hope he opens his own restaurant, one day.” Your parents sounded happy together, he wanted to but didn’t say.

‘Do you think we’ll all be like that someday?’, He didn’t and probably will never say, though he knew he had a clear picture in his head that you and him and the prince will be happy for a very long time.

And to that, all you can do is sigh. “Same here, Hyuka.”

“…” The peeler paused on the base of the carrot. “…”

“I’m sorry.”

“What did you just call me?”

“Hyuka. I’m sorry. Your name’s just way too long sometimes I mean- I was stuck in between saying ‘Huening’ and ‘Kai’ but then the words mixed together so I went ‘Hyuka’.”

Huening Kai, slowly, filled the bowl of water with a peeled carrots. “I… kinda like that, actually.”

‘Me too’, you wanted to tell him, but you came up with something even better:

“Hello, Hyuka.”

Prince Taehyun would never forget the time he shared his favourite food with his two best friends on a sick day in his bedroom.

“You guys are the best.” He gulped down another spoon of rice, curry sauce and katsu. “You should cook for me again next time. All the time, if you could.”

“And you should join us.” You shot a playful wink at the prince, to which he grimaced.

“As if.” Taehyun scoffed, folding his arms and turning his head away with a pout, clearly overreacting but perhaps it was his sickness that got him extra sassy today. “I hate peeling onions.”

Huening Kai just stared ahead, his mind diving into thoughts of blue and white tiled kitchens accompanied by background chatter and peeling carrots and potatoes on top of a thick and rich curry roux and the afternoon sunlight spilling through the window all over on you, you, you.

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♡𓂃A/n: The way this accidental cooking date wouldn't have ever existed if Taehyun wasn't sick (everybody drop your jaws) 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢 also, I know this chapter isn't the goofiest but I do hope y'all enjoyed something more calm and sweet 🫶🫶🫶🫶

♡𓂃Tags: @sweetheartsaku @imcringebutimfree @i-like-to-read-at-4am @pengningie @marloree @stormy1408 @blossommi @flaminghotyourmom

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[fifteenleads]

A YOI x Chrono Trigger AU fic from Ye Olde 2018-ish Era. Go figure.

I can’t even remember what the hell I titled this before. Welp.

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Chapter One: “That’s a Nice Band-Aid, Darling.”

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They say that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and that a hero's adventure begins with a cliché-ass wake-up call - something like, "Good morning, Crono!," perhaps. How that even made it on to TV Tropes, Yuuri would never understand. But it is on TV Tropes, and he is in bed reading it.

He's glad his mother doesn't wake him up that way, at least. But then again, he's always up before five a.m. anyway. Sadly, the daily deliveries won't take care of themselves.

Yuuri glances at the time on his tablet. 4:59. Someone will come knocking in three, two, one --

"Yuuri! Get up!" Mari's voice is accompanied by three sharp raps on the door. "Go with dad to the plaza and help him set up!"

This is the part where the hero typically groans at being woken up before grudgingly getting themselves out of bed, but Yuuri Katsuki does not groan. He shouts back that he'll be down in a minute while looking for that darned sock that has gone missing now, of all times. Phichit would surely laugh hard at seeing his best friend hopping frantically on one foot while wearing a poodle-patterned sock. It'll probably go viral on Instagram, too, but that's pretty much a given already. Someone has to part the boy from his gadgets long-term after the Millenial Fair is over.

The minute is up, so Yuuri gives up and gets another sock from the drawer. It is patterned with the face of a silver-haired man surrounded by snowflakes. He has no idea how that found its way into his pile of clothing, but for now, mismatched socks are better than being late.

Yuuri makes his way downstairs and greets his mother, who is busy in the kitchen. Hiroko sends him off with an allowance of fifty kin and packed lunch for him and his father. He ignores Mari's snickering as she musses his hair while glancing at his feet.

The ride to the plaza is pretty short. It is already bustling with people even at such an early hour, all the sellers trying to outdo each other in showing off their wares. Yuuri chuckles as his father joins in the fray, calling out to everyone about the best katsudon in town. Everyone is excited for Hasetsu Kingdom's first Millenial Fair, and with it, the hopes for a thousand years more of peace and prosperity to come.

Toshiya leads the way to their assigned spot, a quaint little corner by the northern area of the square. The tent had already been set up the day before, so all that's left to do is to arrange the food and drinks before the first customers come in. Yuuri passively observes the hustle and bustle around them. Much energy is palpable in the air, and the excited hubbub only grows louder as the sun rises. Some stalls have weapons and armor, others exotic trinkets and accessories. He even spots a merchant selling animals. Phichit would probably want to pick up a new hamster on the way home later.

His eyes wander to the secluded area beyond the main square. Yuuri hoped Phichit's solo exhibit would be a success this time, too. His friend loved tinkering with machines since he was little, and it brought him and his family great fortune as he won scientific contests left and right. His magnum opus, a two-machine teleporter, had impressed the university professors and the panel of judges alike, earning him the highest thesis grade and the first prize for the National Physics Summit.

Yuuri's hand stills when his father calls his name. He had been adding portions of garnish to the newly-cut fried pork cutlets. He instinctively opens his mouth to apologize, but Toshiya immediately pats his back and pushes a one hundred-kin note into his hand. "I'll take care of the stall. You go have fun." He winks at his son mischievously, and Yuuri pushes down the growing blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Th-Thanks, dad," he mumbles, bowing slightly before making his way to the northernmost part of the square. Phichit would probably be busy right now, but he would never refuse breakfast and morning coffee. It had been their time-honored tradition as college roommates, after all.

Yuuri stops by a mobile café and orders two tall hazelnut lattés and a baguette loaf. He is turning to leave with breakfast in hand when he bumps into the next person in line, spilling hot coffee over his white shirt. The other person, too, recoils in pain, reflexively putting a slender finger into his mouth to nurse it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry!" Yuuri exclaims, setting aside the food and drink and beginning to fuss over the man. He searches his bag for the small bottle of salve he always brings with him, and proceeds to apply a small amount over the man's injured finger, covering it with a band-aid afterwards.

The other man chuckles as he lets Yuuri take care of him. "It's quite all right," he assures airily, waving the bandaged hand with a smile. "I was also too close to you in line, as well." His blue eyes crinkle beautifully as he smiles, and Yuuri fights yet another blush from coloring his face. "I love this band-aid, though!" the man comments. "Where did you get it?"

"F-From the kids' section of the pharmacy," Yuuri admits, embarrassed. He just had to use that one by mistake instead of the flesh-tones ones, did he? Why now, of all times? "The poodle-patterned ones were part of a limited edition series."

"Nice!" the man exclaims in delight, scrutinizing the design closely. "Thank you so much for giving me this one. I love it!" He winks at Yuuri and places a light kiss over his own bandaged finger.

Yuuri wishes the ground would swallow him whole right this instant.

"U-Um, I think I'll get going now," he excuses himself, retrieving the coffee and bread from the counter. "My friend is waiting uphill. I'm so sorry again." Yuuri quickly nods his head and goes on his way, but the other man takes a long stride and ends up beside him, taking the baguette loaf out of his arms.

"It's okay, I'll help you," he offers happily as they ascend the stone steps. "I'm alone today, anyway." The man cradles the food with his left arm and extends his right hand out to Yuuri. "I'm Binktop, by the way. What's your name?"

For an instant, Yuuri is tempted to laugh out loud. The funny name hardly matches the man's regal appearance at all. He must be a foreigner, like the many others who have come to Hasetsu Kingom to join in the festivities. As a citizen of Hasetsu, therefore, he is to show this man the utmost respect and hospitality he deserves, funny names or not.

He shakes Binktop's hand, the cool skin sending small shivers down his spine. "I'm Yuuri. It's nice to meet you, Binktop."

"A pleasure." Binktop returns the handshake with a smile, and they continue going up the stairs. "So, Yuuri, are you also alone here today?"

"Our family actually has a food stall down at the main square, but my dad told me to enjoy myself today," Yuuri explains. "I'm on my way to see my friend, actually. He's an inventor."

Binktop's eyes widen and sparkle in delight, and he accidentally climbs two steps at once. "Wow! He must be really smart!"

"He is," Yuuri nods fondly in agreement. "Phichit has a solo exhibit today. This project won him first place at the National Physics Summit last month."

"That's amazing!" Binktop gushes in admiration, his silver bangs parting to reveal twinkling blue eyes. "I can't wait to meet him!" Yuuri smiles back proudly in response.

They reach the top of the stairs in a minute. The miniature square is cluttered with various machine parts and wires of different lengths and calibers. The two main pods have already been set in their positions, though not yet fully-assembled as Yuuri remembers them. It's definitely like Phichit to cram at the last minute.

The soft whirring noise dies down as the two approach the left pod, and a brown-skinned young man in a bandanna and overalls comes out to greet them. "Yuuri! You're here!"

Yuuri shrugs good-naturedly and hands Phichit the cup of coffee. "I'd love to hug you, but you're covered in oil and soot right now." He smiles widely at his best friend. "Good luck with your exhibit today!"

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You don't know how much I need it!" Phichit downs the coffee in an instant, breathing rapidly through his mouth afterwards to cool his tongue. "I heard the prince is coming with the royal delegation to watch my demonstration! I am so nervous!"

This time, Yuuri pats Phichit's shoulder encouragingly, not minding his hand blackening with soot afterwards. "You'll do well, Phichit! You've done this before; you can do it again."

"Good luck, Phichit!" Binktop adds, sending a friendly wink and a thumbs-up of his own. Phichit is surprised at the additional voice, and notices the other man for the first time. His nervous expression immediately changes to one of teasing, instantly directed at his friend. "Yuuri!" he whispers loudly. "Who's the hot guy?!"

"H-He's not - I mean -" Yuuri splutters, coughing into his hand to stop himself. He doesn't even bother hiding his obviously-reddened cheeks anymore; nothing ever escapes Phichit's notice, anyway. Tonight's phone call is going to be a long one.

When Yuuri has composed himself, he turns to Binktop. "Phichit, this is Binktop. I ran into him in the square today. Binktop, this is my friend, Phichit."

"Hi there!" Phichit merrily extends a hand to Binktop. "Phichit Chulanont, at your service!"

"Binktop," he introduces himself, shaking Phichit's hand. "Yuuri here has told me a lot about you."

"Hahaha, good things, I hope!" Phichit laughs, before shooting Yuuri an expectant glare. Yuuri grins back before taking another sip of coffee.

Phichit shows them around the workplace, pointing out the different parts of the invention and which part goes where. His black eyes shine brightly as he rambles in tech jargon while explaining the principle behind the teleporter. Binktop nods excitedly while asking questions, while Yuuri merely watches them interact. Despite his "nerdy glasses," as Phichit had christened them, he is not really into scientific stuff, having taken up a sports major in university.

"Sure thing! I was about to give this thing a test run, anyway." Phichit beckons Yuuri to come over. "Yuuri! Could you kindly step on the left pod? Binktop wants a demonstration."

Yuuri opens his mouth to protest, but knows better than to interrupt his friend when he is in scientist-mode. He may have also wanted to impress Binktop with his bravery, but he doesn't know it yet. Huffing, he finishes the rest of his coffee in one gulp and does as he is told.

Phichit flips the switch, and Yuuri almost loses his footing as he feels himself being sucked away into a vacuum space. Black, wavy lines fill his vision for a moment before everything around him returns to normal. He steps off the right pod and flashes the peace sign at Phichit and Binktop from across the square.

Binktop immediately makes a beeline for Yuuri and embraces him tightly, while Phichit pumps his fist in joy. "Wow, amazing!" he exclaims as he cups Yuuri's face. "You actually teleported!"

"That's how it's supposed to work," Yuuri answers matter-of-factly, but even he has an undeniably huge smile on his face. Phichit's exhibit is surely going to be a massive hit amongst the fair-goers.

"Can I give it a try, too?" Binktop asks Phichit excitedly, still not letting go of Yuuri. "It looks like so much fun!"

"Of course, Binktop!" Phichit laughs, gesturing at the left pod. "Anything for Yuuri's friend!"

Binktop lets out a whoop and disentangles himself from Yuuri. He lightly steps onto the left pod and runs a hand throuh his silver hair. "Watch me, Yuuri!" He sends a playful wink in Yuuri's direction before nodding at Phichit.

"All right, let's do this!" Phichit flips the switch again. Nothing happens at first, so he turns the machine off and on while observing the monitors. Worry begins to creep into his expression as he starts fiddling with the controls, but still, nothing happens.

A gasp from the left pod directs their attention to Binktop, whose pendant is glowing brightly from inside his shirt. It seems to be resonating with the core machine of the teleporter, from which ominous sparks begin to fly out. Phichit shouts at Binktop to get off the pod immediately, but Binktop hears it too late.

A large wormhole, unlike the one Yuuri had seen briefly while he teleported, opens up in the space behind Binktop and appears to be sucking him in. Trying his best to hold his ground, Binktop cries out for help as he extends his hand. In a panic, Yuuri runs up to the left pod and tries to grab him, but his whole body disappears in a flash of light, and the wormhole closes in an instant. Yuuri is left alone on the pod, Binktop's golden pendant in his hand.

Phichit is the first to regain his voice after a few minutes. "What the hell... This wasn't supposed to happen..." Yuuri turns to his friend, who is kneeling by the controllers in shock. Long tracks of tears have washed away the layers of soot on his face.

He runs down to embrace Phichit, who is now trembling in his friend's arms. "Yuuri, I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean for this to happen!"

Yuuri runs his hands over his friend's back, ignoring his own swimming vision and the violent hammering of his own heart in his chest. Now is not the time to deal with an impending anxiety attack - not when Phichit needs his help.

"Phichit. Look at me," he instructs calmly. "Breathe with me."

Together, they go through the motions, inhaling and exhaling deeply in unison. Most of the time, it was Phichit who did this for Yuuri when they were still in college together. It always helped calm Yuuri down after an attack, and Yuuri is more than glad to return the favor now. They cannot afford to be too calm, however - they still have to find out where the hell Binktop went.

Some day this is turning out to be. Yuuri swears never to get up before five a.m. ever again.

Phichit looks up at him and nods determinedly. Yuuri lets go of his friend as he begins to go over his notes. "Either the telepod malfunctioned, or something else did it," he thinks aloud to the clearing at large. "I'm suspecting your friend's pendant had an unusual reaction with the core interface, causing a ripple in the space-time fabric or something."

Yuuri gapes at Phichit incredulously. "You mean, like, time travel?!"

"I don't know yet." Phichit bites his lower lip in deep thought. "That wormhole could have led anywhere. It's too dangerous to try anything at this point."

"We have to bring Binktop back, Phichit! There's no time!"

"I know that!" Phichit snaps, rubbing a blackened hand on his temple at the sudden outburst. "It's not as easy as it seems. We have to find out how to open that wormhole, for starters. There must be something about that pendant."

Yuuri lifts the pendant in his hand against the daylight. It is a small, round, golden medallion with intricate rose patterns bordering its circumference, hanging from a simple chain. The pendant also seems to be pretty old but well-maintained. He briefly wonders where Binktop must have gotten such a valuable trinket and how much it must have cost, but pushes these thoughts out of his mind.

A tiny spark jumps out of the medallion, causing Yuuri to drop the pendant onto the left pod in surprise. Immediately, it causes another reaction, violent gusts of wind forming around them as the wormhole opens once more.

"Well," Phichit laughs brokenly, "that was easy enough!" With a hand shielding his face, he struggles to walk against the wind's direction and tries to pick up the pendant off the ground.

Yuuri has other ideas, however. He uses his stronger body to his advantage and overtakes Phichit in a second, picking up the pendant and wearing it around his neck.

"Yuuri! What are you doing?!" Phichit shouts in alarm. "Get off the pod now!"

To be honest, he has no idea what he is doing, either. His body is already protesting his sudden decision, his heart rate going up, his breathing more rapid, and his hands slippery with sweat. But above all, Yuuri feels that it's the right decision. It's more reckless than heroic, by all means, but nevertheless the right one, just the same.

"I'll bring Binktop back!" he shouts at his friend. "I'll get us back home, I promise!"

Again with the stupid promises, but Phichit seems to finally support his decision. He nods determinedly and hands Yuuri a long, steel wrench. "It's my favorite one! Bring it back safely, okay?"

"Thanks, Phichit! I will." Yuuri waves the wrench nervously as he steps into the closing wormhole.

"Be careful, Yuuri!" Phichit shouts after him. "I'll try to follow you as soon as I figure things out!"

A chuckle escapes Yuuri's lips. It's just like his friend to jump at the call. If anyone is more suited to be the hero of this story, it would definitely be Phichit, and Yuuri, as the dutiful friend, would support him all the way. Funny how things have turned out the other way around this time.

For now, he, Yuuri Katsuki, will be the hero of this story, and he swears on his life to bring Binktop back.

Yuuri raises a thumbs-up to the fading image of his friend, not caring if he doesn't see it. He lets the distortion fill his senses completely until the black nothingness consumes him and claims his consciousness.

[angelslicereblogs]

Fantasy Prince Deku

I might make a prince Deku roleplay/ask blog? I already wrote up a profile,, maybe it could be a group au?

Profile below if anyone wants to read

Kingdom: Almighty Kingdom

Title: Prince

Name: Izuku Yagi

Nicknames: Deku, Izu

Age: 21

Birthday: July 15th

Zodic sign: Cancer

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Sexuality: Biromantic Demisexual

Relationship: N/A

{{ Appearance }}

Hair: Green, unkept and messy unless it's an important party to which he combs it back.

Eyes: Green

Skin: Slightly pasty

Body physique: Skinny with a slight muscle build

Animal features: N/A

Normal Clothes: A basic green tunic with a gold border around the neck and brown trouser

Royal clothes: A lavish embellished green tunic and trousers with a cloak carrying the coat of arms to show off his status in medieval society

Height: 5"5

Blood type: O

{{ Personality }}

➼ Timid ➼ Reserved ➼ Polite ➼ Diligent ➼ Strong willed ➼ Caring ➼ Emotional ➼ Enthusiastic ➼ Self doubting ➼ Helpful

Likes:

➼ His step father ➼ Reading books ➼ Sword practice ➼ Legendary knights ➼ Katsudon

Dislikes:

➼ War ➼ Threats against his kingdom ➼ Being told he's not worthy of being a prince

Fears:

➼ Disappointing his family & people ➼ Dying on a battlefield

{{ Family: }}

Mother: Inko Midoriya , 42 , alive

Father: Hisashi Midoriya, deceased

Step father: Toshinori Yogi, 49 , alive

{{ Stats }}

Power: 4/5

Speed: 3/5

Technique: 4/5

Intelligence: 3/5

Cooperativeness: 5/5

{{ Back story }}

Izuku was originally born into a noble family with a father that was often posted on the battle front lines. The family were good friends with the King and were well respected however, after a war broke out between a neighbouring kingdom, Izuku lost his father and the family status was lost.

Izuku and his mother were reduced to peasants that worked whatever odd jobs they could get their hands on, while they didn't complain and carried on living word did get back to the king through rumour of their downfall. The king visited them discretely one night at their door and proposed a plan to return them to their happy life.

Though they were still grieving for Izuku's father, they accepted the kings proposal. Inko married King Toshinori and Izuku gained the title of prince, gaining the happy life they once had in return for helping the King prevent having to sit through even more marriage candidate balls than he already had to suffer as well as finding him an heir to the thrown.

The two are now eternally grateful for the king's rescue and dedicate their lives to making him happy and proud, Izuku in particular who has taken up sword fighting and learning all the rules on how to run the kingdom. He takes everything his step father gives him seriously and does his best to exceed expectations. Even if it was to marry for the sake of an alliance.

[anepotter]

ice prince | fanart by @anepotter

Little katsudon Yuuri drawn for @malisvaart σ(≧ε≦ｏ)

[yoificfinder]

Any recs for the best omegaverses?

Hi nonnie~, preference is subjective so I don’t know about “best”, but here are some a/b/o stories I really enjoy(ed) reading:

a covenant with a blazing star series by @seventhstar [G to E, 56K] *WIP

The A/B/O Regency marriage of convenience AU no one actually wanted.

In which the reclusive and highly respectable Lord Yuuri Katsuki is offered fifty thousand pounds if he remains married to poor, scandalous trademan’s son Viktor Nikiforov for a year. Desperate for funds, he accepts.

It’s only one year, after all. What’s the worst that could happen?

A Silhouette of Three by Anna (arctic_grey) / @finleighsaid [E, 21K]

Yuuri and Viktor are aiming for a third consecutive Grand Prix gold as the new skating season rolls around. Halfway through the qualifiers, however, Yuuri realises that he’s pregnant. He can either tell Viktor, who he knows would freak out and demand that he withdraw from the Grand Prix, or he can keep his mouth shut, keep his mate at bay, and win the gold that he’s worked so hard for.

Easier said than done.

Black Ink by Anonymous1313 [Not Rated, 60K] *WIP

Being together was what nature had dictated them to be. Alpha and omega. Their families had thought so too, agreeing to marry them to one another once they were old enough. A joyous union between the Nikiforovs and the Katsukis.

But Viktor had decided that they would not be controlled by what their parents had set out for the both of them at a time in the past when neither he nor Yuuri even knew the other existed.

“I was hoping as soon as you turn eighteen, you’d… sign the termination contract.”

Because after all, he and Yuuri were no good for each other.

...Right?

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"If… if that's what you really want."

 "It is. I'm sorry."

By Any Name by @kiaronna [T, 7K]

Makkachin pounces, and the white paper bag spills from Yuuri’s hand onto the floor of Yu-topia’s entryway. A printed out medical prescription—and two bottles of what are unmistakably heat suppressants.

“Beta,” is all Viktor can croak as Yuuri stops kissing Makkachin’s head enough to start unceremoniously scooping the mess back into the bag. “But you’re a beta?”

“Hmm?” Yuuri says, eyes flicking to the pill label, “oh, these are for Mari.”

“I see,” Viktor replies, gathering himself together enough to sweetly wink at his student, “Mari.”

Yuuri just squints at him, tilts his head. “Yes, that’s what I said?”

Viktor Nikiforov is convinced his student has a massive, sexy secret, and will not be swayed (or distracted)! He will be supportive! Even when the evidence isn’t lining up…

Choice by ayn2390 [E, 5K]

“Look, it’s a shitty world for Omegas, kid. I’m not going to pretend it’s not. You can either make the best of it or–” she waves her hand, beer sloshing in the bottle “–give up on it. That’s the one thing you have a choice in.”

don’t call me baby (unless you mean it) by sparklespiff [E, 9K] *Yuuri/Victor/Yuri

When Yuri got home that night, he couldn’t help himself. He lifted the fabric to his face and inhaled. Their scents had faded a little, but it still smelled like Victor and Yuuri, mixed with his own scent. This was what it would smell like if he were theirs. If they were his. This was what it would smell like every day, if he lived in a world where they wanted him. He took another deep sniff– champagne and fresh ice and saltwater and metal and Yuri– and then, instead of throwing it in the wash like he should have, he brought the hoodie with him to bed.

He wore it the next day, and if anybody noticed that he smelled like Victor and Katsudon, they didn’t say anything.

Or:

Yuri has a hopeless crush. (spoiler alert: it’s not hopeless)

hold me tender, hold me sweet by @crossroadswrite [M, 9K]

Here are a couple of things to have in consideration about the scenario Victor finds himself in:

1. Yuuri is wearing three different pairs of very soft looking socks because his feet are very cold, a pair of boxers, Victor’s blanket and nothing else

2. Victor’s never actually helped another omega through a heat. He’s barely had enough heats to know what he’s doing, choosing to supress them until his doctor’s lips were a thin line and they started talking about impact on his performance and making the supressants less effective. There wasn’t really anyone around when he had to have his heats, so it’s not like he even has the experience of watching others do

3. Yuuri’s room smells like sex, strawberry candy and energy drinks

4. Victor likes Yuuri very, very much and he has no idea what to do with himself around him most of the time

(OR: what if heats sucked a little bit and you just cuddled a lot and also being touch starved made you physically ill?)

my feelings, this love for you series by crossroadswrite [T to E, 7K]

a/b/o AU where Yuuri is a dog groomer omega and Victor is a dog clothes designer omega

My Name On Your Lips by @feels-like-fire [E, 108K]

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.

(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates weekly.)

Panta Rhei by Kashoku [E, 93.8K]

This was a mistake. Viktor needed to somehow pry Yuuri off of him and leave the room immediately. Viktor was drunk, and Yuuri was so far beyond gone that there wasn’t even a word for it. But the alpha in Viktor was having an incredibly difficult time resisting the pungent scent of cherry blossoms and ocean that filled his nose. Viktor snapped.

They had been reckless.

Take Care by @burningphoenixwings [T, 2K]

Yuuri Katsuki is an alpha.

He hates it.

Growing up, he never thought he’d present as anything. Classmates would talk about what they wanted to be — in hushed tones, since it wasn’t considered a polite subject for children—and could spend hours discussing why they were so sure they were an alpha or how this one thing that happened this one time definitely meant they were an omega.

Yuuri just wanted biology to leave him alone.

Those Three Words by @azriona [M, 31K]

Their one night of passion in Sochi left Victor Nikiforov with a bit more of a souvenir than either he or Yuuri Katsuki bargained for. Oops?

To Hold, To Have Universe series by @jaeger-babe [E, 41K] *WIP

Summary of the first fic in the series

Yuuri pulls the sheets back over himself, despite his burning skin. “My heat has come early, is all.”

“Oh!” Minami gasps, wringing his hands and suddenly looking hopelessly lost. “Should I get Lord Nikiforov for you?”

“No!” Yuuri says sharply. The fear of his Lord Husband seeing him in his heated state far outweighs any guilt he feels for yelling at his servant. “Minami, you are not to tell Lord Nikiforov that I’m in heat!”

Unintentionally Yours by articas_ursula [T, 77K] *WIP

Yuri foolishly barges in right before Yuuri’s heat starts; Victor attacks him, thinking Yuri wants to steal his mate; Yuuri nearly kills Victor for harming “their pup”; Yuri just wants his skates back.

In the present, the three grow as a family while in the past, Victor faces the events of Yuri On Ice with an ABO twist.

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDev [E, 168.8K] *WIP

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

@alykapediaaa’s a/b/o fics in their like an overripe fruit series [M to E, 8K]

@dreaming-fireflies’ Three Prompts AU Collection, some of which are set in omegaverse [M, ?]

@yukipri ’s Future!Verse ABO AU, a multi-media (art, comics, headcanons) Yuuri-centric polyamory (with Victor, Yuri, Phichit, Minami, Chris, and Otabek) a/b/o AU. Mostly domestic fluff with OC children. [G to M, ?]

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ETA - Other people's rec:

The Art of Scraping Through by fuzzycatsandgoofyhats, IncandescentAntelope

Thanks for the rec, @alistairvt! ❤

[shuushuushuu]

All the awesome stuff I bought at Dokomi last weekend