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[fe-fictions]

do you still have that fic where corrin is hiding her scars from kaze?

(Why yes I do!! I'm going to try to increase the frequency of my posts again, so let me just go ahead and slip in another story tonight lol!)

Kaze was concerned about you. You suddenly started to change things that he couldn’t help but notice. They started following a battle from a few days ago, but he didn’t realize it until you started to gradually alter everything about yourself.

Your body language changed around him, a hand on your arm a certain way, which covered the same spot each time. To any other, you looked nervous. It wasn’t hard for him to tell the difference, though.

You wore more clothes, next. Your collar was pulled up higher and your hair styled in such a way as if to shield a certain area on your neck.

What really weirded him out was when you began to wear gloves. Top that off with burying your hands under your pillow every night, and you had yourself a worried ninja husband, and rightly so.

“...Corrin, would you like to take a bath with me?” His voice was gentle when he called out to you, your back turned to him as you hunched over your desk.

“What was that, Kaze…?” You asked half-heartedly, unaware of his plans. Getting you into the bath would make you have to reveal your entire self, bare and vulnerable. It was then he hoped to get to the bottom of whatever it was you were trying to hide.

“I was hoping you would take a bath with me.” He repeated, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your shoulder in a calm, soothing manner. “We haven’t had much time to spend together since the last battle.”

He felt your body tense under his fingers when he mentioned the fight,  turning to face him with a weak smile. 

“I don’t know, Kaze...I took a bath with the girls the other night, and I don’t want to overwash my hair, or anything.”

“Then we won’t wash your hair, simple.” He concluded, sliding his hand from your shoulder down to your gloved hand (indoors, no less), taking it in his. He pressed a chaste kiss to your fingers, earning that sweet little blush he loved. “All I want is a nice time in the bath with my wife. You can wash my back, too, if you want.” “There you go, saying embarrassing things again.” You muttered, cheeks heating up even more. 

Despite blaming his shameful comments on being sick the last time, you noticed Kaze had grown bolder when speaking to you since then. Perhaps it was because he liked to tease you, you weren’t sure.

“It’s the truth. Besides, there’s always that one spot I can never reach. It’s very helpful when you get it for me.” “W-well, I...I’m not sure…” “Please, Corrin?” He urged you, and you bit your lip. He began to lift you up from your seat, now holding both your hands and coaxing you to the bathhouse. “It’ll just be you and me, I guarantee it.” 

“K-Kaze, there’s something I need to tell you.” You suddenly speak up, just as he pulls you from the room. “I can’t- I don’t want to-”

“Shh. Don’t be upset.” He murmured, pressing a finger to your lips. He covered it with a smile, and pecked your forehead. “You can tell me what’s wrong when you’re ready. I don’t want you to rush yourself.”

“Kaze…”

“Besides, worrying’s no good for you; those little lines on your forehead don’t belong.” He smiled wider, leading you towards the bathhouse. 

Though your squirming had eased somewhat, it was still evident, the way your fingers wiggled around inside his hand.

It finally ceased when he took you into the place, shutting the doors tight behind him. His scarf and top were already off when he returned, gloves and ties being removed as well as he walked towards you. 

The steam had risen in the bath, disguising you somewhat, which you were thankful for. “Hurry up and get undressed,” He chided you, slipping off his boots and pants, “The sooner you’re ready, the better.”

“R-right.” You smiled weakly again, and it made his lips turn downwards. It was borderline starting to freak him out, but again he said nothing. 

Wading into the water, he sat patiently, enjoying the relaxing feel of water lapping around him.

His eyes closed and he leaned against the wall of the bath, cracking an eye open only when he heard you stepping in to join him. 

He beckoned you closer with a finger, watching you nervously comply.

‘Hand’s on arm. Hair pushed forward more. Legs closer together, avoiding eye contact, nervous…’

“Come here, Corrin.” He looped an arm around you before you could protest, practically dragging you onto his lap with little room for you to protest. You squeaked in surprise, trying to jerk away when his hands landed firmly on your waist, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were trapped.

Caught.

“K-Kaze, please let me go.” You pleaded quietly, and his brow furrowed. You could sense the question on his lips, and you turned away. “Please, I don’t want you to see me like this.” “Like what?” You heard him ask, touching your back. “What’s wrong? All I see is a beautiful princess.” He said in a reassuring voice, trying to convince you it was the truth. But you shook your head, lip trembling as you curled further into yourself.

“S-scars.” “What do you mean?”

“They’re from...the last battle. We- w-when we fought, they cut me a few extra times, and I didn’t realize how bad it looked until I looked in the mirror. T-they’re everywhere, Kaze.”

The trembling in your voice made his heart sting, and he took a close look at your body. Sure enough, there were little nicks here and there, new grooves in your flesh he hadn’t noticed before. 

Whether it was because he hadn’t bothered to notice, or he didn’t care enough to judge them, he wasn’t sure.

“Like I said, all I see is a beautiful, young princess.” He repeated his words from before, carefully pulling your hair back from your neck. 

There was a scar along the side, a small scratch that could have been dangerous were it any deeper.

His lips touched the pale incision, and you shuddered.

“B-but they’re everywhere, how can you say that?” You tried to “reason” with him, but he didn’t buy it.

Kaze’s hands wandered into yours, and lifted your arm. He kissed the scar on your arm, where you always covered, and then to your hands. There were no gloves to hide the scratches along the backs of them.

“First of all, many of these are minor; they’ll fade with time.” He told you simply, speaking from experience considering how many times he’d been hit in battle. “Besides, even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter to me.”

“...?” You turned to look at him, and he took the opportunity to kiss your collarbone, where another scratch resided. “B-but…”

“You’re beautiful to me, no matter how many scars you have. You could have a big red one dragged across your face and I wouldn’t love you any less. I could never be that shallow, Princess.” He promised, looking into your eyes sincerely. “Surely you know that, right?”

“Y...yes…” You whimpered, the trembling of your lips giving way to full on tears. Kaze smiled when you collapsed against him, burying your face in his neck while you cried. 

The worry, frustration and fear you’d felt fell on him all at once, and he was more than happy to embrace you through it all. “There, there, Corrin. You’ll be all right, I promise.” He murmured against you, kissing the side of your head. “Scars and all.” He spent the rest of the evening kissing away every new mark on your skin, from your head to your toes. He never did get his back washed, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. Neither did you.

[illust-sou]

KAZE & fCORRIN (FE fates /heroes)

[kaz-playz]

Ship bingo

Main 5 + Gov

(Main 5 r Florida, New York, Texas, Louisiana and Californian)

THESE BASTARDS (affectionate)

[indigodreams]

Dragonflies

Hecaterine@kazerin

[jewsome]

Too Far From Home by Naomi Shmuel

Illustrator: Avi Katz

“There’s an Ethiopian; there’s an Ethiopian!” I heard them shouting. I looked behind me, but I couldn’t see any Ethiopian. Children began crowding round me, and I still didn’t realize that they meant me, I was the Ethiopian.

Meskerem was born in a small town in the Golan Heights of Israel, to an Ethiopian mother and an American father. Soon after Operation Solomon, when several thousand Ethiopian immigrants were brought to Israel, Meskerem’s parents decided to move to the center of the country, to the town of Herzelia. Meskerem comes face-to-face with the ignorance and prejudices of her new classmates, many of whom are meeting someone dark-skinned for the first time. With the help of her Ethiopian grandmother, who remained in Kazerin, Meskerem comes to terms with who she is and finds strength in belonging to three different cultures.

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[ihaveathingforshinee]

To be totally honest i read some scenarios with Shinee members having different jobs but there are not really appealing for me, so instead of being scenarios, it becomes a fanfiction more like it. Maybe I'm the only one who actually separates fanfiction from scenarios... Hehe sorry. But like I was saying I prefer them as SHINee members, because it feels more realistic. But I don't really mind with them not being SHINee if I get to read some good scenarios haha!

Oh, okay. I see what you’re saying and I do prefer SHINee being…SHINee scenarios to be honest, too.

Thank you for your input by the way and truly appreciate it! :)

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[shawol-confessions]

Even though Onew is my ultimate bias and I "love" him to death, I can't help but feel attracted to TaeMin and JongHyun, even MinHo sometimes. What's worst of all, when I see some pictures of JongHyun I scream in my head "Uhg! just f*** me already! you sexy bastard." Hahahaha... Sorry about that guys! I feel embarrassed now!

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[sujubabo]

kazerin replied to your post: Why do I suck so bad at talking to people. Isn’t...

Ha, you can’t be worse than me, I’m sure!

Is that a challenge because I guarantee I'll win.

LOL no but really, half of my family doesn't even know me. In order to be truly close to me you would have had to have been inside my bubble from the time I was in elementary school and once you leave it's nearly impossible to get back in.

Talking to people online is okay but even then I feel like such an awkward dweeb but in person is a whole other story. One of my biggest fears is meeting some of my online friends or favourite celebrities and then being too shy to talk to them. IDEK what it is cause I hate being shy but I don't know how not to be? It's like the minute someone I don't know very well gets in the room I become a different person or theres some kind of invisible guard over my mouth, no, over my entire being thats stopping me from just being me.

WHAT AM I EVEN TALKING ABOUT HOW DID THIS TURN INTO MY DIARY? 

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I’m living in Ireland but from Scotland originally. I don’t interact much with you but I love your blog! To me Simon is FASCINATING! :)

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[fe-fictions]

May I have some Kaze and/or Jakob fluff in these trying times, please?

(Have some Kaze comforting his self conscious wife ;;;; U ;;;;; )

Kaze was concerned about you. You suddenly started to change things that he couldn’t help but notice. They started following a battle from a few days ago, but he didn’t realize it until you started to gradually alter everything about yourself.

Your body language changed around him, a hand on your arm a certain way, which covered the same spot each time. To any other, you looked nervous. It wasn’t hard for him to tell the difference, though.

You wore more clothes, next. Your collar was pulled up higher and your hair styled in such a way as if to shield a certain area on your neck.

What really weirded him out was when you began to wear gloves. Top that off with burying your hands under your pillow every night, and you had yourself a worried ninja husband, and rightly so.

“...Corrin, would you like to take a bath with me?” His voice was gentle when he called out to you, your back turned to him as you hunched over your desk.

“What was that, Kaze…?” You asked half-heartedly, unaware of his plans. Getting you into the bath would make you have to reveal your entire self, bare and vulnerable. It was then he hoped to get to the bottom of whatever it was you were trying to hide.

“I was hoping you would take a bath with me.” He repeated, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your shoulder in a calm, soothing manner. “We haven’t had much time to spend together since the last battle.”

He felt your body tense under his fingers when he mentioned the fight,  turning to face him with a weak smile. 

“I don’t know, Kaze...I took a bath with the girls the other night, and I don’t want to overwash my hair, or anything.”

“Then we won’t wash your hair, simple.” He concluded, sliding his hand from your shoulder down to your gloved hand (indoors, no less), taking it in his. He pressed a chaste kiss to your fingers, earning that sweet little blush he loved. “All I want is a nice time in the bath with my wife. You can wash my back, too, if you want.” “There you go, saying embarrassing things again.” You muttered, cheeks heating up even more. 

Despite blaming his shameful comments on being sick the last time, you noticed Kaze had grown bolder when speaking to you since then. Perhaps it was because he liked to tease you, you weren’t sure.

“It’s the truth. Besides, there’s always that one spot I can never reach. It’s very helpful when you get it for me.” “W-well, I...I’m not sure…” “Please, Corrin?” He urged you, and you bit your lip. He began to lift you up from your seat, now holding both your hands and coaxing you to the bathhouse. “It’ll just be you and me, I guarantee it.” 

“K-Kaze, there’s something I need to tell you.” You suddenly speak up, just as he pulls you from the room. “I can’t- I don’t want to-”

“Shh. Don’t be upset.” He murmured, pressing a finger to your lips. He covered it with a smile, and pecked your forehead. “You can tell me what’s wrong when you’re ready. I don’t want you to rush yourself.”

“Kaze…”

“Besides, worrying’s no good for you; those little lines on your forehead don’t belong.” He smiled wider, leading you towards the bathhouse. 

Though your squirming had eased somewhat, it was still evident, the way your fingers wiggled around inside his hand.

It finally ceased when he took you into the place, shutting the doors tight behind him. His scarf and top were already off when he returned, gloves and ties being removed as well as he walked towards you. 

The steam had risen in the bath, disguising you somewhat, which you were thankful for. “Hurry up and get undressed,” He chided you, slipping off his boots and pants, “The sooner you’re ready, the better.”

“R-right.” You smiled weakly again, and it made his lips turn downwards. It was borderline starting to freak him out, but again he said nothing. 

Wading into the water, he sat patiently, enjoying the relaxing feel of water lapping around him.

His eyes closed and he leaned against the wall of the bath, cracking an eye open only when he heard you stepping in to join him. 

He beckoned you closer with a finger, watching you nervously comply.

‘Hand’s on arm. Hair pushed forward more. Legs closer together, avoiding eye contact, nervous…’

“Come here, Corrin.” He looped an arm around you before you could protest, practically dragging you onto his lap with little room for you to protest. You squeaked in surprise, trying to jerk away when his hands landed firmly on your waist, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were trapped.

Caught.

“K-Kaze, please let me go.” You pleaded quietly, and his brow furrowed. You could sense the question on his lips, and you turned away. “Please, I don’t want you to see me like this.” “Like what?” You heard him ask, touching your back. “What’s wrong? All I see is a beautiful princess.” He said in a reassuring voice, trying to convince you it was the truth. But you shook your head, lip trembling as you curled further into yourself.

“S-scars.” “What do you mean?”

“They’re from...the last battle. We- w-when we fought, they cut me a few extra times, and I didn’t realize how bad it looked until I looked in the mirror. T-they’re everywhere, Kaze.”

The trembling in your voice made his heart sting, and he took a close look at your body. Sure enough, there were little nicks here and there, new grooves in your flesh he hadn’t noticed before. 

Whether it was because he hadn’t bothered to notice, or he didn’t care enough to judge them, he wasn’t sure.

“Like I said, all I see is a beautiful, young princess.” He repeated his words from before, carefully pulling your hair back from your neck. 

There was a scar along the side, a small scratch that could have been dangerous were it any deeper.

His lips touched the pale incision, and you shuddered.

“B-but they’re everywhere, how can you say that?” You tried to “reason” with him, but he didn’t buy it.

Kaze’s hands wandered into yours, and lifted your arm. He kissed the scar on your arm, where you always covered, and then to your hands. There were no gloves to hide the scratches along the backs of them.

“First of all, many of these are minor; they’ll fade with time.” He told you simply, speaking from experience considering how many times he’d been hit in battle. “Besides, even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter to me.”

“...?” You turned to look at him, and he took the opportunity to kiss your collarbone, where another scratch resided. “B-but…”

“You’re beautiful to me, no matter how many scars you have. You could have a big red one dragged across your face and I wouldn’t love you any less. I could never be that shallow, Princess.” He promised, looking into your eyes sincerely. “Surely you know that, right?”

“Y...yes…” You whimpered, the trembling of your lips giving way to full on tears. Kaze smiled when you collapsed against him, burying your face in his neck while you cried. 

The worry, frustration and fear you’d felt fell on him all at once, and he was more than happy to embrace you through it all. “There, there, Corrin. You’ll be all right, I promise.” He murmured against you, kissing the side of your head. “Scars and all.” He spent the rest of the evening kissing away every new mark on your skin, from your head to your toes. He never did get his back washed, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. Neither did you.

[kinkii-jinki]

Request, request here. I want spams of Onew lips+teeth (smile) eyes and hair please, please, please~. I remember sending this before but no one cares about me, why~? *crying*. Joke, I know you are busy. I love you because you try to keep up with MVP's dirty mind hehe. Also please, tell admin F I say hi~ :). Love you guys~~ ♥

Hi~ ^^

I'm sure we did read your request, it' s just that we don't answer request messages, we just add them to the spam schedule :D Thanks! We try to do our best, also I know that every MVP has a kinky side...

Don't they?

-Admin F

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[gabrieljrutledge-blog]

Took a picture of this in a synagogue bathroom. Thought it amusing/interesting. 

"Katzrin (Hebrew: קַצְרִין‎‎, also spelt Qatzrin, Qasrin, or Kazerin) is an Israeli settlement and town in the Golan Heights and the administrative center of the Golan Regional Council. It is the largest settlement in the Golan Heights."

[ihaveathingforshinee]

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[shawol-confessions]

I don't like it when most scenarios about Onew are about him falling, stumbling, or super obsess with chicken. I wish some writers will change that and focus on other things about this handsome and talented young man.

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