#like tch as if you could be a prince

[ridiasfangirlings]

more apothecary diaries reisaru AU please, the aesthetics alone make me cry

munakata’s brain literally can’t process the huge gap between usual fushimi who’s rude and annoyed and is mostly vocal about his displeasure, as well as constantly stepping on his feet or trying to kick him in shins, with his wild hair and angry brown eyes behind thick clumsy looking, clearly hand made glasses

and then there’s calm, almost melancholic but still annoyed fushimi, well behaved and knowledgeable of proper etiquette enough to blend with nobility, having that innocent yet courtesan-ish appeal to him, pale like moon, with soft, dark as night hair, with calm but dangerous as a still sea before storm eyes accented by expensive masterfully crafted glasses to accent elegance of his features

it was probably the first time munakata was really thrown out of balance because both versions exist as fushimi’s natural traits hence why munakata never suspected him of pretending. the way he actually recognized fushimi at banquet is because of those specially ordered to be made glasses for him that he gave him as a reward for recently successfully completed investigation.

also the way it’s implied fushimi studied medicine for somewhat noble causes only to reveal it all was to develop an ultimate poison that will drag his scumbag of a father to hell (constantly visiting brothel where fushimi was abandoned, clearly aware of his existence but refusing to take in or acknowledge the child, ‘providing’ him in a way of sleeping with prostitutes here and making sure fushimi knows about it to traumatize kid further by getting violent with them, as well as generally executing psychological abuse and nothing can be done because he’s a generously paying client)

Niki also probably being one of those high ranked scumbag officials which means they eventually cross paths here and Niki mocks him for finally following steps of his good prostitute big sisters. Fushimi’s so furious they both end up in game of poison drinking (since niki does have resistance to most poisons due to how much he was attempted to be murdered like that but also being an expert himself hence why he even climbed that career staircase). Niki just treats it like a dumb child wanting to die in dumb way by trying to outplay him only to realize that he himself is poisoned really badly despite drinking less and fushimi himself isn’t feeling good thinking it’s a job done good so even if he dies he’ll at least also drag this scumbag with him in hell. Munakata arrives just in time to administer first aid to dying fushimi who unlike already dead Niki still holds on because he’s been administrating little doses to build some resistance so Niki won’t suspect a thing until the end. So anyway fushimi survives but spends some time feverish and bedridden as an aftereffect. munakata during one of his visits kinda confessed to still delusional fushimi he’s disappointed he wasn’t able to tell Niki that his son is pretty much going to become future emperor’s spouse which fushimi later thinks was a weird ass poisoning hallucination without realizing it was high key a proposal from munakata.

Following up on the previous Apothecary Diaries Reisaru ask, imagine Munakata just so awestruck after the garden party because of course he’s had his eye on Fushimi as talented person right from the beginning but he didn’t realize how striking the ‘real’ Fushimi could be. Normally Fushimi’s crabby at everyone, with messy hair and slightly dirtied skin, dull-colored eyes that he hides behind handmade glasses (which get replaced by the fancy ones Munakata gave him as a reward for a completed mission, only because Fushimi values ‘being able to see’ above ‘not taking anything from that annoying sparkly bastard’). But then at the garden party he got to see the other side of Fushimi that exists too, pale skin and the most striking blue eyes, smooth hair and an ability to pick up court mannerisms so easily that no one would believe he was actually working as a doctor in a brothel.

There is something rather familiar about Fushimi now that Munakata’s seen this side of him but even Munakata has trouble putting his finger on it entirely. In the meantime he hears that one of the kingdom’s most disliked figures, a strategist by the name of Niki, has returned to the palace for the first time in a long time. Niki was probably thrown out at one point or another for tormenting the palace women and even when he was allowed back he only shows up when he wants to. His family is very rich and powerful so even the emperor can’t entirely act against him, something Munakata finds wholly distasteful. His first glimpse of Niki gives him the impression of a man who holds no ties to anyone or anything, who merely enjoys chaos and pursues his own pleasures above all else. What’s odd to him is that Niki requests to meet for drinks, and when Munakata comes by to convey his apologies for refusing the offer Niki instead requests Munakata sell him a particular servant that Niki’s heard has been hanging around the inner palace.

Munakata doesn’t know why Niki would be interested in Fushimi and he doesn’t like it, afterward he decides to ask Fushimi about it in hopes of uncovering the mystery. What happens though is when he says Niki’s name Fushimi goes completely still, eyes burning as this look of pure hatred comes over his face. When Munakata tries to ask him if he knows Niki then Fushimi blandly says he has to get back to his duties and takes his leave. Once he’s out of Munakata’s sight though Fushimi gets this twisted smile and starts laughing, murmuring how ‘that man’ has finally returned after so long. Fushimi has preparations to make, he didn’t spend all that time learning about poison just to let this chance pass by.

Fushimi makes plans to ‘accidentally’ run into Niki one day, Niki is so pleased to see his son came following Daddy to the palace. Fushimi challenges Niki to a game, where the loser has to drink juice tainted with poison. Niki is very amused by this, he would never say no to his little monkey. As part of the game though Niki gets to poison three glasses and Fushimi poisons three, so neither one knows which poison is which and their lives are truly on the line. For once Fushimi did manage to get something over on his dad though — they both chose the same poison, a flower that only grows inside the palace. Niki never bothered building up a tolerance to it because he’s so rarely in the palace, and he assumes that Fushimi hasn’t had time to learn about the flower at all let alone build up any kind of tolerance. However Fushimi has been spending his last several months here attempting to do exactly that, and while he knows he fares better against other poisons he can’t let this chance go by. Niki loses on purpose a couple times just to toy with Fushimi, who’s getting red-faced and sweaty and obviously struggling with the poison. However in the end this is Niki’s downfall, because he can’t resist the poison and he dies just as Munakata comes running, having been informed about the game. Munakata totally ignores Niki, gathering Fushimi into his arms princess-style and carrying him off to the palace doctor.

For the next few days Fushimi is feverish as his body fights off the poison, seeing hallucinations of Niki laughing at him. He sees some other odd hallucinations too — one where Munakata reveals that he’s a crown prince and that he wishes to take Fushimi as his consort. When Fushimi wakes up Munakata is asleep by his bedside, Fushimi assumes Munakata must just be trying to avoid work by sitting with him. Poor Munakata is very unhappy though, strictly telling Fushimi to never put his life in danger that way again. His gaze and voice are so passionate that Fushimi ends up nodding and Munakata sighs, saying he supposes this won’t stop Fushimi from doing such reckless things though. Fushimi clicks his tongue and Munakata asks how he’s feeling, Fushimi says he’s a little tired but feeling better. He does mention the hallucinations he had and how ridiculous, that Munakata would be a prince who wanted to…he trails off, muttering you know what never mind, and meanwhile a single sad sparkle-tear falls from Munakata’s glasses

[choices-and-voices]

Why am I posting these screenshots a whole week late, you ask? Well, I was – how do I say it – I was Not Okay.

[lovedaruma]

their spot ♥︎

sukuna x princess! reader

ー in which you and sukuna meet when he unintentionally saves you and you continue to meet him everyday in the same spot.

fem! reader, heian era, grumpy x sunshine, reader is innocent and playful, fluff + short smut

"Your Highness! Please don't go too far!" you hear your personal maid shout from the distance as you continue to run, laughing and waving her goodbye.

Any other princess wouldn't be allowed to go into the wilderness on her own, but as for Y/N, her family could not care less if she went missing the next morning.

You have already wandered through so many paths, yet there was still more to explore. You take a new route and stumble on an open area, seeing a hill in the distance and couldn't help but gawk at the beautiful area.

You cheerfully run towards the hill, taking a few breaths once you reached the top. From this height, you could see the beautiful view of the ocean, together with the breathtaking sunset. "Oh my..."

The sun continued to set as you watched from underneath the tree, sitting in a comfortable position. The comforting sounds of nature soon make you drift of to sleep.

A growl from the distance awakes you from your slumber. You jolt awake to see that the moon was already up in the sky. "Gosh, how many hours have passed?"

The sound of your voice summons another growl and you start to get nervous. You turn around and look down at the hill and see a big wolf that was twice your size, bright red eyes trying to scare you. However, you were too distracted at the sight of the furry animal.

"Oh my, It's a wolfy! Come boy, come!" you wave your hand, beckoning the wolf to come closer. It hesitates but slowly starts to approach you. "Here boy... I'm nice, I swear!"

The wolf is now in front of you sniffing your leg, you bring your hand to his neck and started scratching. "Aren't you a cutie~ I'm gonna name you-"

Your words were cut off as you watch the wolf get sliced in half, the blood splattering on your kimono.

"Tch."

A voice was heard from behind the wolf, you see a handsome man with four arms and eyes, marks which seemed like tattoos all over his body.

"Hey~ Why did you kill the wolfy?" you whined.

"Shut up, Human. What are you doing here?"

". . ."

He furrows his brows and growls, "Answer."

"But you said shut up." you smile playfully, clearly teasing him.

"You... Do you know who you're talking to?" He slowly approaches you.

He was trying to intimidate you with this slow steps but was shocked to see you stand up and walk over to him instead.

"Well, No! You haven't introduced yourself yet. I'm Y/N. What's your name?" you reach out your hand as you introduce yourself.

". . ."

". . ."

You watch as his four eyes stare at you, trying to figure you out. You smile up at him and put your hand down.

"Well you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! I still would like to know why you killed the cute wolf though..." you pout as you look over at the furry body in pieces.

"You foolish woman. That wolf was going to make you its dinner." he glares at you, "And this area here is mine. I slaughter everything and everyone that trespasses."

He raises one of his hands to kill you in one swoop, but stops as you perk up and grab one of his hands in joy.

"Oh, so you saved me?! Thank you, kind stranger." you give his hand a small squeeze to show your appreciation.

He stares at both of your hands together for a few seconds before he smacks your hand away, "Tch, How dare you touch me."

You pout as you rub your wrist, "Oh, my apologies . It was bad manners of me to grab you without asking. I'll do that next time!"

"Hah, next time?" He chuckled pure evil, "There will be no next time. Don't think you're coming out of here alive, human."

"That can't be, I have to repay you! You saved me, after all... Even though I don't have much influence, I'm still a princess!"

"Princess? Stop lying woman. The only child I know of royalty here is a prince."

"Yeah~ That's my brother!" you smile, unbothered that people weren't aware that there was a princess in the first place. "And I have a name, you know."

A few seconds of silence pass, him just staring at you. He scoffs and turns to walk away. "Leave."

You were about to retort back but realized how far in the night it is so you stand up and call out to him, "Hey~ I'll be back here tomorrow okay?"

You laugh as you see him turn his head to scowl at you.

The next day soon arrives and you're back at the same spot on the beautiful hill. You sit down under a tree and bask in the view.

The silence was interrupted by a familiar voice. "You have a death wish, huh?"

"Hey there! Come, sit!" you giggle and pat the spot next to him.

"Tch, this is where I usually sit, woman." He scoffs as he sits down, not showing he was curious at the human interacting with him.

"So... I heard a few guards talking about a certain king of the curses...." you side-eye him, smiling playfully. "Hehe, what even is your name?"

"Ryomen Sukuna. Remember the name of the one who's gonna kill you." He smirks.

"Then why haven't you killed me yet?" you tilt your head.

"I'll have my fun with you for now. You're quite the peculiar human."

"Oh, tell me in advance when you're gonna kill me then, Sukuna!"

"You..." he glares, "Do you not value your life?"

"Meh, not really... No one would miss me anyway." I frown, but a smile quickly replaces it, "So I've decided to just live to the fullest. If I die today, at least I had fun yesterday~"

Sukuna stays silent as he watches you cheerfully talk about death with his brows furrowed. You hum a tune while enjoying the comfortable silence for a few minutes and then turn to look at him.

Your lips part when you continue to stare at him, his features complimenting his handsome face. Sukuna, for some reason, found it hard not to look back at your stare. After a while, he turned his head to look back into your eyes.

You flinch as his eyes look into yours. Your cheeks tint at his intimidating state and you give him a shy smile.

"So... um... what's... your favorite color...?"

Silence fills the air at the random question, and your cheeks tint even more. You let out a small laugh at your own embarrassment.

Sukuna takes a peek at the warm flush of your cheeks and lets out a huff, "Red."

You whip your head to him and flash a bright smile, "That really suits you! Mine is white hehe~"

". . ."

"So... what do you like to ea-"

"Shut up."

You zip your lips shut and sit more comfortably next to him. The silence was so oddly comforting that you drifted off to sleep. Your head slowly leaning to to direction Sukuna was sitting.

His shoulder was too high for your small figure, so your head rested on the side of his arm. Sukuna looked down, careful not to move his arm. "Tch, unbelievable."

Although he looked annoyed, he didn't move his arm for the rest of his time there.

You wake up and your eyes slowly open. The sun in the horizon has just set and the moon is starting to peak into the sky. Your head lifts up from an... arm?

"Wha..." you let out a yawn.

You hear a scoff, "Why did you sleep for so long?"

"S-Sukuna?!"

You put the pieces together and realize that Sukuna let you sleep on his arm until you woke up. The thought of that making your cheeks warm.

"Sukuna... that's so sweet of you!" you show a downturned smile to express how grateful you were.

He scowls at you and in a blink, he disappears.

"He didn't even let me say bye..."

You arrive at the same spot under the tree on the hill. Surprisingly, you see Sukuna already there.

"You're here!~"

He opens two eyes to see your figure running towards him. He sighs and shuts his eyes again, slowly getting used to his human's presence.

You stop right in front of him, admiring his face once more, being less embarrassed now that his eyes were shut. Soon, you give into your temptation.

"Sukuna..."

He opens an eye.

"Can I touch you now? I asked first this time!" you clasp your hands and interwine your fingers to say please.

He scoffs and shuts the eye. You frown letting out a small 'Hmp' of sulk.

"I didn't say no."

You gasp in excitement and reach out your hands to his face. Your fingertips gently touch his face. You didn't notice the subtle flinch Sukuna did.

Your fingers trace the marks on his face. He exhales from his nose, the air hitting your skin making you feel warm inside. You slowly lift your thumbs to caress the area next to his bottom eyes, the rest of your fingers at the back of his ear. You couldn't help but hum a small 'woah~' in admiration.

"Your eyes are beautiful." Flustered at your own words, your cheeks tint in embarrassment.

His eyes open, both of you staring into each other. He glares at you and whips his head to the side, your hands still on his face. "How absurd."

"It's true..." You let out a chuckle and kneel down next to him. This time, you trace the marks on his arms.

What you didn't notice earlier was how Sukuna's cheeks warmed up at your compliment, with the same grumpy face. He shook his head and sighed, focusing on the feeling of your skin on his.

The rest of the day you just held onto his hand tracing lines and giving light massages while bringing up small conversation topics. He gave small answers, but you were overjoyed at your interactions.

Two weeks have gone by since then. As the days continued, Sukuna began to warm up more to you, talking to you in longer sentences and not telling you to shut up anymore. You were currently on your way to meet him again. Meanwhile, Sukuna was starting to realize his feelings for you.

"Princess Y/N, Please! Finish your food before you go!" The maid sighs as she watches you run away. She looks over at the unfinished plate, wondering what in the wilderness is so interesting to her highness.

As she takes a closer look in the plate, she gasps. "Oh my heavens! T-This is... The Princess is allergic to this!"

Without a care in the world, you skip towards Sukuna's spot, excited to meet your king of the curses.

"I'm here!"

Insted of sitting in his usual spot, he was standing near the cliff, looking at the horizon.

"Sukuna! you admiring the view?"

He doesn't reply and you look at his back, confused. The dark clouds in the sky let out a thunder.

"How dare you."

"W-What?"

He turns around and scowls, "How dare you make me feel- Ugh."

"Huh?" you say confused, raindrops start dropping on both of you.

In a flash, he disappears from where he was standing and was now in front of you. His hand swiftly attacks for your neck but he quickly stops and is an inch away from your skin.

You flinch, but don't move. you give him a chuckle.

"Sukuna... I told you in advance to tell me first before you kill me." you laugh.

He growls in frustration and puts his hands down. "Ugh..."

"But... As strange as it may seem, the time I spent with you was the happiest I've ever been. Thank you for showing me kindness, even in your own way. Farewell, Sukuna. I will never forget you!"

You stand on your tip toes and met your lips with his. It was just a gentle peck, but it sent shivers down her spine.

"Idiot."

As you pull away, content, you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes. 'I wonder what face he's making right now', the thought making you smile. You grab the same hands that tried to attack you earlier and wrapped them around your neck.

"Huh?" you look up at him confused, only to be more confused as you analyzed his face.

'He looks... troubled? I'm not so sure'

He pulls his hands away from your neck and sighs. He grabs you arms and rests his head on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "What kind of sick curse is this..."

". . . Sukuna?"

Although he wasn't exactly hugging you, you wrap your arms around him and hug back. The rain hitting the both of you as you warm up in each other's arms.

". . . I'm confused, are you still killing me or not?"

". . . Pft."

You gawk as you hear Sukuna let out a chuckle. Seeing his lips turn up was a better view than the horizon behind them.

You look up at him and smile, "Hehe, you still haven't answered m-"

The moment was interrupted when you cough out blood. A sudden burning sensation you feel in your chest. You let go of him to hold your chest in pain, your body slouching as you groan.

"D-Damn...I-I shouldn't have-ugh... ate those."

"Y/N?!"

The sound of his name flow out of his voice made your heart flutter but the pain overpowers that.

"Agh-" You drop to the floor, "Don't w-worry, these are just allergies."

He gets on his knees and uses his reverse cursed technique to heal you from your suffering. The pain was too much for you to handle though, and you pass out in his arms.

You jolt awake in your room, looking around confused.

"Sukuna?"

You call out for him but nothing happens. His scent still lingering in the room so you're sure he tucked you back into bed.

You smile as your heart flutters, going back to sleep.

"Y-Your Highness! Are you sure you're okay?" your maid stutters as she hands you your breakfast the next morning.

"Yes yes~ Don't worry about lil' old me!"

You quickly finish your breakfast, wanting to see him as soon as possible. You quickly run and you arrive at the spot in no time and you see him there.

You don't even call out to him, you just run towards his sitting figure, bend over, and wrap your arms around his neck.

He jolts in surprise but immediately calms down as he takes a whiff of your hair.

"Sukuna, you saved me twice already. Thank you for yesterday." you smile, embarrassed to make eye contact with him.

He places a hand on your back to push your body into his. Now, you're straddling his lap and you stay in position.

You fidget your hands, "Ugh~ It's kinda awkward now after I did a whole farewell speech yesterday..." you whine as you recall the events yesterday.

"Yeah, you're farewell kiss too."

You blush and groan into his shoulder, clenching your fists in his robe in embarrassment.

"Hah, is the princess embarrassed? Look at me."

As if it was a spell, you comply immediately and shyly pull away to look at him.

He grabs your chin and pulls your face closer.

"You have to take responsibility for what you did yesterday." He smirks.

"R-Responsibility?!" you squeak.

"Don't think I'll be satisfied with a mere kiss, Princess."

He smashes his lips onto yours. Unlike the sweet and short peck, this was hot and passionate. His upper arms land on your waist and slides the up and down the side of your body.

You feel his tongue enter your mouth and you shift your hips to adjust your position, making you grind on his crotch. The friction making you both groan in pleasure, all of his blood rushing to the length under his robe.

"S-Sukuna." you couldn't help but whine his name in the middle of your tongues dancing. Hearing his name turns him on even more, and his hands go from your hips to sliding inside your kimono to grab hold of your breasts.

You let out a moan at his touch on your bare chest. His bottom arms sliding up your kimono underneath you, his hands traveling up to grope both cheeks of your ass. Wanting to touch him, your hands go down to his chest, sliding inside his robe to touch explore your hands around his bare chest and abs. Your touch making Sukuna groan and start grinding his hips underneath yours, you moan in his lips and grind on him as well.

His hands slide off your kimono, leaving you in your undergarments. The cool air hitting your skin, but you couldn't feel it from the heat of the intimate moment. His bottom hands start to tug on your panties and he whispers into your lips.

"You think you can handle me, Princess?"

You moan in confirmation, sliding off the top part of his robe and continuing to grind on him. He hisses in pleasure and rips off your panties and throw them to the side.

"Ah!" you squeak in embarrassment, pulling away and looking down at yourself, but what caught your eye is the visible bulge twitching underneath the fabric of his robe. You curiously grope it, causing a moan to slip off his mouth, and snatches your hand away.

"Later."

He grabs both of your wrists and pushes you to the clean grass. He looks up and down your naked body and smirks, feeling another twitch from his cock. His eyes landed on your pussy, already soaking wet.

His eyes darkens and he grins, ready to devour you. He brings a hand to your folds and run his fingers along the wetness dripping down your thighs. "How can you be this wet already?" he chuckles and inserts a finger inside, his other hands playing with your breasts.

The sensation making you moan in pleasure, the back of your hand covering your mouth in embarrassment. The moans continue when he starts thrusting the finger in a moderate motion. After a few seconds of adjusting, he shoves another finger in.

The sounds of his fingers fucking your wet pussy fill the air. He feels your walls clench and sees your body start to arch. He sees the way you were making a mess already just with his fingers. Your moans get whinier and he loses it.

He grunts and shoves the robe of his body and your eyes widen. You stare at his two cocks twitching in the air, gulping at its huge size. "S-Sukuna..."

"You want to stop?" you whine and shook your head immediately, "That's what I thought. Now come here, princess."

Not giving you enough time to process, he picks you up and puts him in the stradling position you were earlier in, the tip of his cock goes in and he thrusts inside.

"Ngh- Ah~ S-Sukuna." He grunts in reply, feeling your pussy clench in his hard cock.

"Fuck, princess."

The pleasure was nothing you ever felt before. You look down and see his other cock twitching against your stomach. You reach your hand to grab his length which causes his head to roll back in pleasure and let out a deep moan.

You pump his cock, while adjusting to the other cock that was already inside you. "Prince- Agh, Shit." Your hand going faster and faster, the sounds of his groans making your walls clench, making him groan even louder.

He grabs your hand to stop you. "I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna destroy this tight little pussy, yeah?"

He grabs your hips and starts bouncing you up and down, his cock thrusting inside of you without mercy.

"Ah... Suku- Agh~" You were drowning in pleasure, eyes rolling back as you listen to the sounds of your wetness and both of your skins slapping against each other.

He was thrusting into you mercilessly, your mewls just making his climax come closer. He feels your walls clench uncontrollably and he moans your name.

"Y/N. Fuck- I'm going crazy" he huffs, acting like an animal in heat.

He pushes you back into the soft grass into a new position, bringing your knees to your chest, his cock thrusting into you sloppily. A visible bump in your belly when he thrusts inside. Two hands behind your knees. One hand rubbing your clit. One hand pumping his other cock.

"Agh~ T-There... Sukuna-"

He hits a certain spot causing your body to twitch and making your eyes water up from the pleasure.

Sukuna pounds faster into your pussy, his precum smeared along your soaked walls. You were letting him use your body and it felt so good.

You feel something building up inside of you, and you whine. "Ah- wait! Sukuna~ I- I-" you whine in pleasure as your body arches, your juices spilling into his cock.

"That's right, princess. Let it out." he coos into your ear. "My turn."

You gasp for air as he thrusts again into your sensitive pussy, making your mewl echo into the air. Your juices increase the sound of the wetness as he slaps his skin into yours, the mix of your arousals filling the air.

"Fuck- I should fill you up, huh? Breed my precious princess?"

"Agh- P-Please!~ I-"

He moans as he shoots his load into you and fill up your pussy, having both of your juices mixed up. His other cock also shooting cum onto your stomach. Your body twitches at the feeling of his seed inside you, grabbing both of his arms for support. He sighs in pleasure and pulls out, watching as the juices ooze out of your aching pussy.

"You did so good, Princess." is the last thing you hear before you pass out.

You flutter your eyes open to see a room that wasn't yours. Sukuna lying down next to you in bed. You look down on your clothed body to see you were cleaned up and well taken care of after.

"Sukuna..." you mutter, eyes still droopy "I can't move my legs~"

"Heh, you're gonna get used to it."

"Hm?" You tilt your head.

"You're mine now. This is the consequence of your actions, right? You can't escape now." He smirks as he picks you up and puts you on top of him.

You stare at him in shock then laugh, "Now why would I dare leave my king, he'll get lonely without me~"

You plant a sweet kiss on his lips and pull away to see a smile on his face. His smile making you feel warm inside as your cheeks tint. You giggle and snuggle into his arms and you enjoy each other's warm, and will continue to enjoy each other's presence in the future.

[bunnwich]

Rituals☁️(Leona x Reader)

Leona is low on spoons after the Tamashina-Mina tournament and needs some attention. Also what better way for him to sneakily court his favorite creature?

Curated from my 200k+ words Leona x Yuu fic

Characters: Leona Kingscholar x Yuu!Reader (GN. No physical description for Yuu. Yuu knows massage therapy.)

Words: 3k, 3rd person

Notes: I saw a meme the other day about how: “Liberalism leaves people’s bodies when mental health starts to affect someone’s hygiene” and I thought of how the fandom used to treat Leona. Also, I really wanted to make the “he uses you as a pillow” cliche not icky. 

Tagging: @comingyourlugubriousness @nammanarin @twst-the-night-away @twstinginthewind @ephemii @the-monday-witch @anevilbunnyinthehat @stagefullofsilly @theshipthatneversetsail @patrioticarcreactor @ice-cweam-sod4 @beaniz @the-nightingales-song @efsstash @cyn-write @porcelain-animatronic @lowcallyfruity @bestmannequin2018 @h0rr0r-10ver-69

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It was baffling enough of a request that Leona Kingscholar invited Yuu to his home, but even more so was the thing he asked of them now.

“What? Am I your servant now, too?”

“No, course not.” He seemed deeply offended at this implication, nostrils flaring in indignance while his ears flopped backward against his hair. “I’m…askin’ you.” His ears flipped back up as he took a step closer, awaiting their response.

“Wait. You're serious…?” Yuu asked with a crinkle of their nose.

“Please…?” The word was barely audible, the man’s green-eyed stare never breaking from theirs. “If you’d be so kind…” He smirked, putting on an air, propping a hand on his hip. It was a warm day at the palace and he donned a pair of loose linen pants and a matching cream-colored tank top, all embroidered with gold.

Yuu swayed their head back and forth while they considered the idea, unimpressed by the sudden “princely” act. What was he up to? They gazed down at the object in their hand as if it held the answer. Well, it wasn’t often that they heard that word from Leona Kingscholar. “Fine, okay.” 

Was it really such a big deal, brushing his hair?

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The hammock below the two of them swayed with both their weights as they sat face to face, each teetering on each edge of the colorful canvas. Late afternoon light filtered through the stained glass over all the greenery of the palace gardens, gilding everything it touched. 

Sighing, Yuu made another move, leaning forward to grab another section of the dark waves from the man’s shoulder. They hadn’t even ended up using the brush much so far. The only thing it had been good for was hitting the man when he talked back. 

“Well, the good news is…I got most of it.”

On their way here, Yuu grabbed their bag, bringing it with them to the gardens. Luckily, they kept a few favorites with them at all times. A small vial of rosehip oil; that would work. It could be used for both skin and hair in a pinch. Removing the dropper from the bottle they dripped some more into their palms, rubbing them together before applying it to the end of the man’s loose curls.

“Stinks.”

Yuu couldn’t help but roll their eyes at him. “It’s just rose. It’s nothing compared to that eye-watering cologne you bathe in every day. They sighed, working it through his thick tresses in the silence, pulling it all through to the ends of each section. “...I shouldn’t really be brushing it when it’s all tangled like this, you know.”

“Tch, I know that,” He said indignantly, his lips pressing into a small pout, eyes downcast to watch them work. “Everyone just assumes my hair is like my brother’s…”

They pressed their lips together. “Hmph. Then do it yourself, next time, huh? ” Letting out a huff, they released the bushel of soft curls, the dark curtain falling over Leona's neck. His hair honestly wasn’t as bad as he had made it seem. It just needed some moisture and careful detangling.

“Naw, why would I…when you’re already doing it for me.” The man reclined forward, propping his elbow on the canvas. “Mmm.” He watched them move on to the next section, meticulously separating the frizz and smoothing it over with the oil. Releasing a small sound in his throat,  he stared up at them with lethargic eyes, seemingly in a trance. 

Yuu shook their head at his comment, knowing that secretly he was just eating up the attention.  Keeping their eyes down on their work, they were careful not to pull too hard on his strands.

Leona muttered something as his lids fell completely closed, the end of his tail tapping on the edge of the hammock by their knee. A steady drumbeat.

They took their time with the rest, with only the noise of a few birds calling and Leona’s occasional sigh or grumble. It wasn’t long before, their lids lulled down too. It was relaxing in a way, quietly detangling someone’s hair.

Every once and a while their eyes flitted to the man’s face, catching the little twitch of the corner of his lips. After Yuu was done the detangling, they pulled two equal parts of the bottom sections forward, trying their best to get them even. They stuck their tongue out while they focused, before braiding them as neatly as they could manage, in the way he normally wore them. 

“There, you look more like yourself...” Yuu shrugged when they were done, tugging on one of the braids, and making sure the man wasn’t actually asleep.  “Better?” They crossed their arms, raising a brow over at him.

“Yeah.” The man opened his eyes slightly, the edge of his mouth falling into a crooked, but satisfied smile. “You did good.” His voice crackled just like the way a warm fire would. Like the bonfires at Savanclaw. He may have been sincere, but everything Leona said was always dipped in just a little bit of patronization.

Yuu palmed him on the forehead, pushing his face away slightly before letting their fingers drift up to his scalp, moving some of the hair out of his face.

“Hm?” He questioned, shifting slightly, turning his head to look up at what they were doing.

“Are you uh- still having those headaches?” They began to work their finger into his crown, between his twitching ears, pressing gently down on a few familiar pressure points. “I have to tell you, I’m the best.”

“I always have a headache when you're around.”  He sat up erect, suddenly seeming full of energy, grabbing their calves and yanking them closer to him, practically into his lap. He kept going until the backs of their legs were hooked over his thighs. He chuckled in delight at their bewildered deer-in-headlights reaction. 

Yuu froze at his boldness, pressing their lips together into a pout as they stared up at him with blinking eyes. 

“Don’t be all shy, now. Prove it. I think I got a big one coming on.” He purred at them.

Still playing, hm? “Hmph.” They huffed out a breath at his shenanigans.

Leona didn’t let them get far though, keeping his lock around their ankles, leaning over to study their reaction. “Feel free to say no.” He released them, holding his hands up innocently. “...If you’re not up to the task that is.” A bit of his white fangs gleamed as his sneer widened, leering at them through his dark lashes.

“You-” Yuu stuttered, resigning themselves. They were falling for it. This is what Leona was best at: pushing others into “proving themselves” by gently prodding them from their comfort zone.

“Fine.” Saying nothing more, they only lifted their hands to evaluate him once more, taking in a breath before tracing their fingers down the sides of his muscular neck. 

Ah, the man seemed a bit surprised to see them agree, but he quickly masked it with another smug smile as he lifted his jaw to accommodate them.

Leona’s skin was much warmer than theirs and surprisingly smooth, his excited pulse fluttering under their fingers. “Hm. You are tense.” They muttered aloud, pressing their thumb into one of the hard muscles there. “That hurt?”

“Ack, what do you think? Beast…” He hissed, his ears lowering slightly, grabbing their wrist to stop them.

Yuu smirked, most people didn’t expect that kind of strength from them…until they gave them a chance to prove it. “Sheesh, sorry you big baby. I was just askin’.” They rolled their eyes and swatted his nosy hand away. This allowed them to focus again, laying their palms on both of his broad shoulders. 

They could see it clearly now, his shoulders were rounded forward, and his left side was higher–signaling to them he probably held more tension there.

The man was studying them again, one grumpy eye barely open. 

Yuu chuckled, no one expects how much it hurts. Though as much as they enjoyed hurting the man, they went in softer this time, gently kneading his shoulders and neck, before they bothered to poke him anymore. As they worked closer to his jaw, they became enveloped in his signature smell. Traces of cinnamon, hints of orange, and star anise lingered on their fingertips as they explored his exposed skin, taking care to not pull on the golden necklace that hung from his neck.

“How…did you know?” Leona asked through a groan.

 They had hit the right spot.

“The way you walk, for one. You know, with your head forward. For royalty…your posture is terrible, you know. You heard Vil. Anyways, I can just tell by feeling most of the time.” Yuu added, continuing to work on the tightest areas first.

“Tch, you’re one to talk,” He said through his groans, brown ears flopping to the sides as he began to relax into their skilled touch. “...I recall us both getting reamed by Schoenheit at those practices.”

“Hey, I’m not the one on trial here. You asked for my expert opinion.” They continued, reaching around to the back of the man’s neck to rub circles in the base of his skull, moving up into his thick hair.

Leona made a rumbling noise in his chest at this, letting his head nod forward until he went completely limp in their hands. Somewhere, between the ticks of both their breaths, he had slumped his whole weight on them. A whole lion in their lap.

“Mmm.” He nuzzled his forehead against Yuu's shoulder, moving his hand from their calf up onto their arm, running a finger across the loose thread of their sleeve.

Yuu tensed, the man’s warm breath tickling their neck. It felt a little surreal to think such a powerful mage lay against them now like an oversized house cat. It was sort of an honor that he felt so relaxed around them. Sort of. 

They shook their head, trying not to giggle, and straightened their back to accommodate the new weight. Yuu kept on working as if nothing had changed, ignoring the fluttering in their guts that his soft breaths over their cheeks stirred. 

After they finished with his scalp, they worked back down to his shoulders, grabbing both of them and twisting them to one side, signaling wordlessly for the man to turn around for them. The hammock squeaked as he rearranged himself and Yuu pulled his head down into the center of their lap.  

Some people they had worked on, like Jack, could never fully relax for them, no matter how many times they reminded him to. However, the oxymoron of man before them seemed to have no problem flopping over like a sleepy kitten, ready to be petted. 

Going by cat behavior, he had shown them his belly, a small sliver peeking from the edge of his top. Now, with a completely malleable lion in their lap, Yuu couldn’t help but smile. He was totally at their mercy, moving whichever way they pulled him.

Their fingers made their way up and down his neck shoulders and even a bit of his chest, respecting the barrier of his tunic's low neckline.

Every once in a while, Leona’s lips tumbled open with a deep rumbling sigh of relief, pressing himself in their touch with each stroke, seeming to crave more and more. Their face grew hot, some part of this felt…too intimate. No, no. It was just a massage, but the man’s touch-starved reactions were becoming harder and harder to ignore.

 It was only when Yuu’s fingers reached up to his jaw did Leona open his eyes once more.

As their fingertips settled on the sides of his face, his shoulders went stiff under their care, Leona’s pulse ramping up for the first time during the massage.  His jaw tightened as they brought their fingers up to the temples of his grimacing face, trying to soothe him. 

He couldn’t be nervous now, could he?

“You…hold a lot of tension in your face too,”  They said calmly, urging his head to the right side, “Especially your…jaw.” They moved down to press their thumb into his cheek, easily finding the small, rigid muscle on the left side of his face.

The man grunted, “Easy.” 

Yuu shook their head again and eased up some. “...Just breathe.” They sighed, rolling their eyes as they massaged his jaw. “That right there is probably a big culprit of your headaches, you know.”

“Hmm,” He replied thoughtfully, his face softening some at their more gentle method. 

Their fingers worked each side of his face some more, then trailed slowly up his nose, rubbing circles across his sinuses. When they made their way up to his “third eye” area they rubbed extra hard to make a point, trying to get him to relax once more. “Sorry, just trying smooth out that permanent wrinkle you got there…”

Leona scoffed, dipping his head back into their touch, and closing his eyes shut again. “Tch, yeah well, every time I come home to visit it ages me five years, so...” He chuckled.

Yuu let out a light chuckle too, taking the strokes they made on the man’s cheeks upward and into his hairline, brushing against his scar a few times.

Leona’s forehead creased, an uncommon expression gracing his usually stern or sarcastic face. His broad nose curled in discomfort and they could see his eyes flicker anxiously under his lids. He was even holding his breath.

“Hey…Just breathe I told you!” They repeated with another soft laugh. “It helps with circulation.”

“Mmph.” The man said nothing and grunted at them before exhaling loudly. They would have thought they were doing something painful to him by his expressions.

Yuu tilted their head, realizing exactly what this was all about. They cupped their palms around his cheeks before dragging the stroke up, one of their fingertips running over the edge of his scar again to test the theory. 

The skin was dryer there and slightly raised. It created extra pull whenever they went over it. But, besides that…it was no different than any other part of his face. The Leona Kingscholar couldn’t be self-conscious, could he? No one ever really commented on it, and it surely did nothing but, to quote Rook: add to his “handsome and rugged charisma.”

But, the more they thought about it, they could understand why he was so dodgy about it. A memory like that, couldn’t have been pleasant.

The more times Yuu went over it they sensed a strange pull of energy from the area, like deep space. They were sure it was something the man had buried deep, so he could convince himself that he didn’t remember what actually happened anymore. 

Can’t remember every little scratch, he said once. How many people knew the real truth, they wondered. Or if there were any legends behind it in the palace.

“You don’t have ta’ touch it.” The man blurted out, trying to keep a straight face. His lips pressed together hard before he feigned a usual smug grin. “Though, I know that you’re a professional and all.”

“Wha-” Yuu almost wanted to roll their eyes at him for how dramatic he was being but, they didn’t. 

 “And- Why…would it bother me?” They asked casually, continuing the face massage as normal.

“Hmph.” Leona let out a huff, one side of his mouth arching upwards into a small smile. “I…see.” When he opened his eyes again, they were shiny, reflecting the tree tops around them. “Not many people have uh-”

 “Feel better?” Yuu lifted their hands from his face as they finished, saving him from the awkwardness of elaborating further. They had seen plenty enough to know how relieved he was at their response. That was enough.

“Mmhm.” He answered, clearing his throat before sitting up to face them again, the whole hammock groaning in response.  “....Thank ya.” He muttered, reaching behind to rub the back of his neck. “Much looser now-”

Leona sighed, eyebrows curving up over his eyes. Then, all at once his gaze snapped up to them, taking them in from head to toe. In one smooth movement, he let his body settle down against theirs, his strong shoulder pressing against them. 

Yuu’s heart hammered against his, mirroring the same fervid beat. No, this was more than just hair brushing. They hadn’t considered the implications until this moment, those of beastmen courtship and personal hygiene that they had read about. The concepts were often interlinked. Sacred.

A hug? No, he was just still just staring at them now, inches away, like a cat ready to pounce. The usual slits of his eyes were dark pools of space, reflecting back their own baffled expression. 

Yuu swallowed. They were so gridlocked by his intense stare, it was hard to speak or even breathe with him pressing them so firmly to the canvas hammock. He seemed at odds with something, his worn gaze downcast. “W-What…what’s wrong, Leona?” They whispered through an unsteady chuckle, managing to keep their head.

“Nothin’. Nothin’ at all.” He whispered, letting his weight sink further into them. There was a peaceful smile on his face as he reached up to grab a section of their hair from behind their ear, twisting it between his fingertips, tail flopping behind him lazily.

It felt like they were being chosen for something.

“Wha-” Their eyes widened, it took them a whole 30 seconds to realize the man was braiding the pieces together, calm and methodical, like when he was arranging his pieces on a chess board. Part of the plan. It was obvious Leona knew how to braid hair but it was…surreal to behold it.

When he was done the corner of his mouth turned up more, creasing a dimple into his cheek. His eyes fixated on the sight of his results, he was so…proud of his work.

Yuu didn’t even have time to speak before he turned his head away, lying his cheek on one side of their shoulder once more. He had done it so casually as if he had done it a hundred times before and would do it a hundred times more.

They understand why he did it, the two of them were…a matching set now.

He chose them. Their heart squeezed as the man draped his arms around their waist, locking them in place once more as something shifted between them.

 Leona’s cocky air had all but dissipated. “...Is this okay with ya?” He muttered so softly they almost missed it. He was asking permission, asking if they would accept him.

“Oh um…Y-yes.” They let their arms fall around his back, tugging on the end of his curls as they held him. Yes, he was getting way too comfortable, but it was their fault for allowing it, right? Yuu laid their head on his, letting him know for sure that: yes, it was okay.

“Hey, I know you're not falling asleep right now.” They grumbled playfully, tugging on his hair and furrowing their brow. Meanwhile, they curled their legs around his torso like a koala as he held them tight, making sure there was no space between them.

They knew it was all a lost cause. He had set the board how he wanted. He would not let them go again, and they didn’t want him to.

“Shh,” Leona mumbled into their shirt, inhaling deeply. “ You’ve been real workin’ lately hard, right? Rest wit’ me.”

“But I-” Yuu yawned, their eyes watering some as they did. The action had forced their eyes shut. The breeze also was not helping, rocking them both gently inside the hammock.  “Fine. But just for a little while.” They breathed out, their own shoulders finally relaxing. Yuu’s head slumped over to gently bob against Leona’s. 

“You win…this time.”

The man only chuckled at their admission of defeat, a warm note buzzing against their chest. 

The last thing they saw was the colored glass of the greenhouse, filtering in pink light through the serrated leaves of the palm trees.

Leona’s sighs of contentment traveled through their body, as his warm fingers kneaded into their back. 

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[solxamber]

Hi! I've been thinking abt hanahaki lately, so I wanna see your thoughts on how OB boys handle hanahaki?

Idk I've feel like I've been thinking too much lately.

Overblot Gang x Reader (Hanahaki)

hi! thanks for the request <3

Riddle Rosehearts

Red roses are a traditional symbol of love and passion, but also perfectionism.

It started with a cough. Just a small, insignificant cough. But Riddle Rosehearts, ever the rule follower and disciplinarian, dismissed it as a minor inconvenience, despite the occasional stray petal that would land on his perfectly polished shoes. He didn’t dare look too closely at the flower. He knew the bloom too well—the telltale sign of unspoken love: red roses.

Riddle spent weeks trying to suppress the symptoms. He even scheduled extra tea sessions, convinced that a well-brewed Earl Grey would soothe his throat. But nothing worked. Every time he caught sight of you helping Ace with his homework or smiling brightly at Deuce, another rose would bloom in his chest, sending petals into his lungs until his coughing fits became more frequent.

One day, as you were organizing some papers in the Heartslabyul common room, you heard Riddle let out an uncharacteristically loud cough followed by the clinking of ceramic.

"Are you okay, Riddle?" you asked, peeking over your shoulder.

"I-I'm fine!" he spluttered, quickly shoving something into his pocket. His face was flushed, though whether it was from embarrassment or lack of oxygen was unclear. But as you moved closer, you noticed a bright red rose petal caught in his hair.

"You’ve got something in your hair—wait… is that a rose petal?" you asked, eyes widening in realization.

Riddle froze, his hand instinctively reaching up to where the petal had been. He sighed, clearly defeated. "I… may have developed a small case of hanahaki."

You raised an eyebrow. "Small? You’re practically growing a garden!"

Riddle’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. "W-Well, it’s because of you…"

It took a moment for the words to sink in. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. "Wait. Me? You like me?"

Riddle looked down, nervously twiddling his fingers. "Yes. I’ve been in love with you for a while now. But I never had the courage to say anything."

You smiled softly, stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Riddle, I like you too. You didn’t have to choke on roses to get my attention."

His eyes widened, and the redness of his face softened into something warmer—hopeful. "Really?"

"Really." You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Now, let’s work on getting rid of those flowers, shall we?"

Leona Kingscholar

Sunflowers represent adoration, loyalty, and longevity.

Leona Kingscholar thought he could out-stubborn his hanahaki. After all, he was the second prince of the Sunset Savanna. What were a few flowers compared to his iron will? But as soon as the bright yellow sunflowers began to sprout in his lungs, even he couldn’t ignore the constant tickle in his throat.

Every time you visited Savanaclaw to drop off some notes for Jack or just to say hi, Leona would immediately turn away, trying to suppress the blooming in his chest. He figured if he just kept avoiding you, the flowers would go away on their own. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.

One day, you found Leona lying under his favorite tree, seemingly asleep. Except for the fact that his face was slightly scrunched up, and he was… holding a bouquet of sunflowers?

"Leona, are you okay? Why are you holding a bunch of—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Leona sneezed, sending a spray of sunflower petals flying everywhere.

"Seriously?" you said, crossing your arms. "You’re allergic to flowers now?"

Leona groaned, sitting up and glaring at the petals scattered around him. "It’s not allergies, herbivore."

"Oh. Ohhhh. This is hanahaki, isn’t it?"

Leona’s ears flattened against his head, his tail flicking irritably. "Tch. Yeah, whatever. So I’ve got hanahaki. Big deal."

You smirked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "So, who’s the lucky person that’s got you coughing up sunflowers?"

He shot you a look that could melt steel. "Don’t make me say it."

"Say what?" you teased, grinning. "That you have a crush on me?"

Leona’s lips curled into a frustrated snarl, but he didn’t deny it. You, however, found it oddly endearing. You sat down beside him, resting your head against his shoulder. "You know, if you just said something sooner, you wouldn’t have to deal with all this floral drama."

Leona sighed, finally letting his pride crumble. "Yeah, well… I guess I didn’t think you’d actually like me back."

You smiled, slipping your hand into his. "Looks like you were wrong, prince."

Azul Ashengrotto

Forget-me-nots symbolize true love, remembrance, and the desire to be unforgettable.

Azul thought he could handle it. After all, he was a master of contracts, deals, and manipulation. Surely he could manage a little thing like hanahaki, right? Wrong. The moment forget-me-nots began flooding his lungs, he knew he was in trouble.

He had tried everything. Eating seaweed soup, drinking warm tea, even avoiding you for a while. But every time you walked into the Monstro Lounge with that infectious smile, another batch of petals threatened to spill from his lips.

One day, you walked into the VIP room only to find Azul coughing into a napkin, looking suspiciously flustered.

"Azul, are you okay? You sound awful."

"I’m fine," he said, though his voice was hoarse. You noticed the blue petal sticking to the corner of his mouth, and your eyes widened.

"Wait… are you coughing up flowers? Is that… hanahaki?"

Azul stiffened, quickly stuffing the napkin into his pocket. "I… I don’t know what you’re talking about."

You raised an eyebrow. "Azul, I know a petal when I see one. Is there something you want to tell me?"

He looked away, clearly embarrassed. "I… may have developed feelings for someone," he muttered, his face turning a shade that almost matched the hydrangeas.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but smile. "Really? And who might that be?"

Azul hesitated, his confidence wavering for the first time in a long while. "It’s… you."

Your smile widened as you leaned forward, gently brushing a petal from his cheek. "You could have just told me, you know. I like you too, Azul."

Azul blinked, clearly caught off guard by your confession. "You… do?"

"Of course I do," you said, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Now, let’s work on getting rid of those flowers before you drown in petals, okay?"

Jamil Viper

White gardenias represent purity, humility, and attachment.

Jamil had always prided himself on his self-control. But when white gardenias started blossoming in his chest, that control was tested like never before. It didn’t help that every time you walked into Scarabia with that bright, infectious energy, another flower seemed to bloom.

Jamil tried to avoid you as much as possible, focusing on his duties as Kalim's right-hand man. But one day, while preparing tea in the kitchen, you walked in unexpectedly, catching him mid-cough as a cluster of white petals floated to the ground.

"Jamil, are you okay?" you asked, moving closer. "You’ve been coughing a lot lately."

"I’m fine," he said quickly, wiping away the evidence. But it was too late—you had already noticed the petals.

"Jamil… are those gardenias?" you asked, eyes widening.

Jamil froze, realizing there was no way to hide it now. "I… yes," he admitted reluctantly.

You tilted your head, confused. "Wait… who do you have a crush on?"

Jamil looked away, his face flushed with embarrassment. "It’s… you."

You blinked, completely caught off guard. "Me?"

He nodded, clearly mortified. "I’ve been trying to keep it under control, but…"

You laughed softly, stepping closer and gently touching his arm. "You could’ve just told me, you know. I like you too, Jamil."

Jamil’s eyes widened, a look of pure relief washing over his face. "You… do?"

"Of course," you said, smiling warmly. "Now, let’s get rid of those flowers, okay?"

Vil Schoenheit

Purple lilacs signify the first emotions of love and pride.

Vil Schoenheit, perfection incarnate, found himself undone by the one thing he couldn't control: love. The moment purple lilacs started blooming in his chest, he knew he was in trouble. But, ever the professional, Vil tried to maintain his composure, even as the flowers threatened to spill from his lips every time you were near.

He spent weeks trying to cover it up, using his beauty products and makeup to hide the occasional petal that escaped. But one day, while rehearsing a scene with you in the Pomefiore dorm, he let out a cough that sent a cascade of purple petals fluttering to the ground.

"Vil?" you asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"

Vil sighed, knowing he couldn’t hide it anymore. "I’ve developed a… condition."

"Condition?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "You mean hanahaki?"

He nodded, his usual confidence faltering. "Yes. And it’s because of you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Me?"

Vil looked away, his voice softening as his usual poised demeanor faltered. "Yes, it’s because of you. The lilacs—" He gestured at the fallen petals, a touch of frustration and vulnerability in his eyes. "—are a sign of feelings I’ve been suppressing. I thought I could control them, but apparently, even I am not immune to such trivial things as unspoken love."

You blinked, utterly stunned. "Vil, you mean… you like me?"

His gaze met yours, golden and intense, and for once, Vil didn’t hide behind his mask of perfection. "Of course I do. You have this… light about you that pulls me in, even though I know I should stay composed. I’ve tried to ignore it, to keep things professional, but—" He coughed again, more petals spilling out. "Clearly, it didn’t work."

You couldn’t help but smile softly. "Vil, you don’t have to hide how you feel. I like you too."

His eyes widened, the surprise evident on his usually composed face. "You… do?"

You nodded, stepping closer. "You’ve always had this aura of untouchable beauty, but I’ve always admired more than just your looks. You’re passionate, driven, and underneath it all, incredibly kind. How could I not fall for you?"

Vil’s lips quirked into a small, relieved smile, the tension in his shoulders easing. "You certainly have a way with words. Thank you… for not making me feel foolish."

You smiled back and took his hand gently. "There’s nothing foolish about love, Vil. Let’s work on getting rid of these flowers, okay?"

For the first time in what felt like weeks, Vil felt truly at peace. The lilacs could bloom no more, now that his heart was finally unburdened.

Idia Shroud

Black daisies are a symbol of mystery, depth, and the unknown, often associated with secrecy and unspoken feelings.

Idia had always assumed he’d die alone, surrounded by his beloved games and tech, without the messiness of real-life emotions. But life, it seemed, had other plans, and those plans came in the form of black daisies—thick and suffocating, crawling up his throat every time he saw you.

For someone who preferred the solitude of his room, the thought of interacting with you was terrifying enough, but dealing with hanahaki? That was a nightmare. So, Idia did what he did best—he avoided you like the plague.

Unfortunately, his plan backfired one day when you burst into his room unannounced, holding a takeout bag and cheerfully asking if he wanted to eat lunch together. Idia spun around in his chair, trying to hide the fact that his hoodie pocket was stuffed full of crumpled napkins—each one littered with black daisy petals.

"S-Sure! I’d love to!" he stammered, though his voice cracked slightly. You gave him a strange look, noticing the sweat beading on his forehead.

"You okay, Idia? You’ve been acting really weird lately."

Before he could reply, he let out a loud cough, sending a flurry of black daisy petals across his desk. Idia froze, his eyes widening in horror.

"Oh no," he whispered under his breath. "No, no, no, not now…"

You stared at the petals, then at him. "Wait a second… is this… hanahaki?"

Idia turned about fifteen shades of red. "N-N-NO! I mean, y-yes, but…"

"But?" you pressed, stepping closer. "Who gave you hanahaki, Idia?"

He buried his face in his hands, mortified beyond belief. "Y-You! It’s because of you! I know it’s impossible and I’m an idiot for even thinking about it, but I—"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on!" you interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You like me?"

Idia peeked through his fingers, his hair flaring blue in embarrassment. "Y-Yes…?"

You chuckled softly, finding his awkwardness endearing. "Idia, you don’t have to be so nervous. I like you too."

He blinked, processing your words as if they didn’t compute. "Wait… what? Y-You do?"

You nodded, smiling at him. "Yeah, I think you’re really sweet. And your nerdy side is kind of adorable."

Idia’s face went from pale to bright pink in record time, his hair turning a neon shade of pink. "I-I think I’m gonna die."

You laughed, handing him a napkin. "How about we avoid that, okay?"

Malleus Draconia

Nightshade flowers represent danger, mystery, and passionate, dangerous love but also healing and protection.

Malleus wasn’t particularly bothered by the concept of hanahaki. After all, he was a powerful fae prince, one who had lived for centuries. But when the dark, velvety petals of nightshade began to fill his lungs every time he thought about you, he knew that even he wasn’t immune to the whims of the heart.

At first, he tried to rationalize it. He would stare at the nightshade petals, wondering if his fae biology was reacting to something. But deep down, he knew the truth. He had fallen for you—hard. And while Malleus wasn’t one to shy away from emotions, he hadn’t quite figured out how to express them yet.

One evening, you found him sitting in the courtyard of Diasomnia, looking unusually thoughtful. As you approached, he turned to greet you with a smile, but his voice was interrupted by a soft cough.

"Are you alright, Malleus?" you asked, concerned. "You’ve been coughing a lot lately."

He hesitated, clearly debating whether or not to tell you the truth. Then, with a soft sigh, he opened his hand to reveal a single, dark nightshade petal.

You blinked in surprise. "Wait… is that hanahaki?"

Malleus nodded slowly, his expression serious. "It is."

Your heart skipped a beat. "So… who’s the lucky person?"

He gazed at you, his eyes filled with an unspoken depth of emotion. "It’s you," he said simply.

You stared at him, stunned. "M-Me?"

Malleus nodded, his voice as gentle as the breeze. "I have cared for you for quite some time, but I did not wish to burden you with my feelings."

You felt your cheeks heat up as you stepped closer to him. "Malleus, I… I care about you too."

His eyes lit up with surprise, as if he hadn’t expected your confession. "You do?"

You nodded, smiling warmly. "I do. I didn’t realize you felt the same way."

Malleus smiled, the nightshade petals slowly fading from his chest. "Then perhaps we can face this together."

You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his magic flow through your fingers. "I’d like that."

Masterlist

[harunayuuka2060]

Leona: Oi, Lucas. Why is your master here with no escort?

Lucas: ...

Lucas: You're studying in Night Raven College? Please, Prince Leona! Can I ask you to watch over Their Royal Highness?!

Leona: Huh? Why would I do that?

Lucas: You are his ex.

Leona: ...

Leona: What the fu-

Lucas: Everyone here in Arendelle, except the prince regent, knows how you broke Their Majesty's heart when you rejected their marriage proposal.

Lucas: You would have been our king now if only you hadn't wasted such an opportunity.

Leona: We were only together for a week!

Lucas: EXCUSES.

Leona: ...

Lucas: Anyway, back to the matter at hand, Their Majesty doesn't like it when I ask someone to accompany them. So please keep it secret and be subtle about it.

Leona: Why would I listen to you?

Lucas: You wouldn't want me to inform the prince regent about how you turned them down.

Lucas: He's a second-born just like you.

Leona: ...

Ace: Is it me or Riddle-senpai has become talkative?

Riddle: *telling MC about his plans for the future*

MC: *would drop a few remarks and Riddle would listen to them*

Deuce: You were not expecting that they would be close.

Ace: *pouts* I bet Riddle-senpai has a crush on them.

Deuce: Dude.

Ace: What? Half of the Heartslabyul students are simping for them.

Ace: And to be honest, we're still disappointed that they didn't agree to make Ramshackle dorm official.

Deuce: Can't you just be glad that you're back in Heartslabyul and that Housewarden Rosehearts has become less harsh with the punishments?

Ace: But I want to be in the Ramshackle dorm~.

Ace: I want to be cuddled again~.

Deuce: ...

Leona: Cuddled?

Ace and Deuce: !!!

Ace: L-Leona-senpai, what are you doing there...

Leona: *standing behind them*

Leona: Continue with what you were saying earlier.

Leona: You were cuddled by whom?

Ace: MC-senpai? It was when we met them for the first time at the Ramshackle dorm.

Leona: ...

Riddle: How about you, MC-senpai? What are your aspirations for the future?

MC: Oh, it's-

Leona: *has lifted MC by holding them around the waist*

Riddle: L-Leona-senpai!

Leona: I'm snatching this one.

Riddle: Where are you taking them?!

Leona: None of your business.

MC: ...

MC: Kitty, we don't snatch people away in broad daylight.

Leona: ...

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *could clearly see the faint blush on Leona's face*

MC: *chuckles*

MC: It's nice to meet you again, Leona.

Leona: Tch.

[venuscnjunctpluto]

📸28 Degrees 📸

Credit: @venuscnjunctpluto

1000% sure this contributes to someones legacy and it is a cancer degree so this could imply the persons family played a huge role in their success.

ASC🦋Audrey Hepburn has this degree and she is known for her look and her name is referenced a lot. Along with Lindsay Lohan and Miley Cyrus. Actor Warren Beatty has this and his mom/sisters inspired him to become an actor which led to his acclaim. I think it could point to childhood notoriety or coming into the world with a purpose of achieving a household name. The family could have an impact on this persons entire persona and tied to his persons name in a way.

SUN🌞 Michael Jordan is extremely famous but also carries a cheerful image. He is listed as one of the greatest in his career field and has received a lot of accolades. In Aquarius, he was in the classic film Space Jam which blended animation and live action.

MOON🌜Kim Kardashian has this and her family are extremely famous. Their Show keeping up with the kardashians has allowed the family to hold onto the fame they might not have had before. She has numerous memes of her crying and also her mother Kris Jenner is well incorporated into Kim’s image.

MECURY🧠 Vince Staples known for being funny and extremely witty. He is heavily associated with his neighborhood and literally has an album called “Ramona Park Broke My Heart”. Solange has this as well and she is known as Beyoncé’s sister (which I do not condone or support but let’s be real) and mercury rules siblings. PartyNextDoor’s references a neighborhood hood and he is well known where he’s from. This might suggest being mostly known within your town/city. Will Smith is known for his role as the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (neighborhood)

JUPITER 🏹- Reaching an Intense level of fame Michael Jackson.

VENUS💄Marilyn Monroe is known for her beauty and alleged relationships. Asap Rocky is known for his attractiveness, his fashion endeavors, and now his relationship with Rihanna. Angelina Jolie is known for her beauty as well as her relationships.

URANUS🛸 Megan thee Stallion became well known very quickly (collab w beyonce, song w Nicki, and a song w bts not too long into her career) and incorporated being tall in her name. I remember before she got super duper famous there was an article and her interest in anime was highlighted.

MARS🔥Rihanna known for being a go-getter and having a masculine edge. Nicki is known also for being able to occupy a genre that was male dominated. “Sexy B*tch but my money real manly”.

NEPTUNE 🪞Steve Jobs has an image curated in illusion. I read his bio and was shocked at how neurotic and insensitive he seemed to be. People dream to be like him and he serves as motivation for a lot of people. Jay a has this as well and I immediately think of the “would you rather have money or a sit down with Jay Z” conversation.

LILITH 🌶️ Ariana Grande has this and her scandals become extremely known for example the donut incident and her pattern of dating men w partners. People make comments about her getting away w a lot which could be due to her Lilith being in pisces. But no one can deny everything she’s been accused of/has done becomes known to EVERYONE. There was an athlete who got outed for sleeping an OF model (who also exposed his k*nks) and I check his chart to find 28 degree Lilith.

PLUTO 🦇 Nicki Minaj has had many eras and is known for changing the way female rappers are seen. (She also has pluto in 10th). Justin Bieber has this degree as well and he’s also has gone through many eras. He went from having the teen idol image…bad boy image…more spiritual image …

[signedkoko]

Hi! I’ve absolutely loved all of your headcannons-

I was wondering if I could request a: vox/mammon x reader where when they (the reader) gets frightened they literally jump into vox/mammons arms?

Could the characters be separate? Idk how to request it’s sorta my first time doing it

Mammon | Vox [Romantic]

In which when frightened, you opt to get as close to your significant other as possible.

Both of you are easily frightened people

You are way easier to scare, but still, you really would think Mammon could take a jumpscare

If something ever sneaks up on the two of you, you aren't just jumping into his arms; no, he's sweeping you off your feet and turning tail

Probably makes it worse for you

Because yeah, you, the small demon are scared, but a sin? The prince of greed? Scared? Then it must be really bad

There is no scenario where he would leave you behind; even with a real threat, he opts to run even if he could overtake them

Any risk to your life is too great a risk; he can hire whoever the fuck he wants to handle the people later

Vox has seen it all

Snuff films, brought the knife down on someone himself, terrified hellborns and sinners into his whim

Not scared of anything, maybe something niche, but hes way more likely to hate and be angry at something than to be scared of it

He is the fight to your flight

The first time someone jumps at you two, he already has guards shredding them into a pulp

More surprising is that he has to register that you are literally clinging to him, and hes rushing to support you with his arms so you dont slide down him

He laughs at you

Sorry not sorry! But that is absolutely hilarious to him, he will tease and prod at you over and over until you threaten to let go

Then he shuts up real quick, because no, he likes what this does for his ego

" Tch. Don't worry, angel; we all know you need the big and powerful Vox to protect you. "

Just wait until you find out what hes scared of and he jumps so high that his head slams into the four-metre cieling

Author's Note - A small little smth smth, which was nice to cleanse my palette,,, sorry for the delay and thank you for requesting!!

[yuriisclumsy]

Greetings. I'm happy to see Cale x reader's request.. 💯

Can I request Cale x reader.. Where the reader is kidnapped, so Cale and the others try to help search her but Alberu, the reader's best friend already knows.. He be like : Yup, they didn't kidnap her but she kidnapped them.. Fluff and chaos .🤣🤣🤣

Thanks for reading.🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️

The Kidnapped Wife

[Authors Note]: Look! I updated again! Not my main muse, but I finally got a good idea for this one. Hope you all like this one! This request in back from June. PS. As you can see I don't have my iconic title. that's because of the limit in characters you can have per post. I hate it :D.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1084

»»►Getting kidnapped is something that would definitely happen to us, because, you know…we’re the wife of the most powerful man in existence.

»»►How did we get kidnapped? Oh, I don’t know…maybe it was because of the temptation of FOOD?

»»►Seriously, out of all the things they could have bribed you with, it had to be food? So uncouth.

…

“What do you mean [Name]’s been kidnapped?”

That was the first question Cale asked when he was informed his wife had been kidnapped.

Yes, you read correctly. You have been kidnapped.

And no, you did not take a nap. You’re no kid. I mean that bad people abducted you to an unknown place, far away from any village–hell, far away from any living soul.

“I received a letter from the letter’s boy under your name, Master Cale. When I grabbed it, I smelled the faint traces of poison coming from within it,” Ron explained.

There’s poison in this…?! Cale yelled in his mind, and let go of the paper instantly.

The butler smiled sinisterly, amused at Cale's actions of dropping the letter at the mention of poison. “So, to secure your wellbeing, I decided to open it and see if it was life threatening. But you needn’t worry, Master Cale. The letter only had a small amount of poison in it. It would only take effect if you were to hold it for a longer period of time.”

Bullsh-t. You knew it had poison, and didn’t bother warning me about it, you creepy old man.

“Right… Well, thank you for taking my health and well-being into consideration, Ron.”

“You are very welcomed, young master.” Bastard.

Cale turned his body to look outside the window. “Anything else regarding her?”

“Unfortunately, these foxes were more cunning than this old fool could have anticipated. They left no trace of their presence behind for us to possibly find.”

“...” Cale looked out where the children were playing, unaware of their ‘mother’s’ disappearance. “Call for Rosalyn and Raon. We need their magic for this, also…” he looked back at Ron, “get the crystal.” Ron’s smile widened. “We’re calling the imperial family. This could very well be an attack on the kingdom.”

…

Grunts and pants are the only sounds heard in a room turned upside-down from battling.

“You B-tch!” a man yelled.

“You’re calling me unpleasant?” The man went flying to the wall behind him at full speed. “Me?”

“Ah!” Another goon charged at you from the opposite side. You blocked it by grabbing his hand, going underneath, you punched him in the stomach. “Agh..!”

“Screaming your attack is very ineffective. Weren't you lot professionals?” You saw a small glimpse of the shining of a gun's metal. With quick reflexes, you throw one of the limited pieces of furniture from the palace you had been held hostage and threw it at him, rendering him immobile. “Cute try, but not good enough.”

You stood in the middle of the room full of bodies of men laying there in the ground either whining or crying out of pain. All this would have been avoided if they just decided to negotiate with you.

“Poor souls…”

…

“HAHAHAHAHA!” static cackling came from a ball on a table. It belongs to none other than the crown prince.

Cale looked at the prince like he had lost his mind. “...Why are you laughing?” Alberu looked up and stared at him through the crystal ball. Cale did not like that.

“Isn't it obvious?” He smirked, “clearly I think all of this is hilarious.”

Well no sh-t. Cale’s expression began to sour.

“Now, now, master Cale. Don’t look so distraught, [Name] is completely fine. In fact, I think she’s doing better than even I could have imagined,” he picture you beating the crap out of the kidnappers, much to his pleasure.

“Is that so…” Cale wanted to punch Alberu in the face. He just wanted to wipe that smirk off his mouth, even if it is a crime to do so. 

“Master Cale, if you would allow me?” Ron approached his master from the other side of the table.

“What is it, Ron?” Cale was as irked as he could be.

“I agree with the crowned prince,” Cale looked betrayed at Ron’s agreement on the situation. “Master Cale, [Name] is a talented individual. Surely, you should put some trust in her abilities.

“I’m also in support of this, [Name]’s prowess is no joke. She’ll make it home safe on her own,” Rosalyn commented.

“What the humans are saying is true,” Raon landed on Cale’s lap. “You can trust the Great Raon Miru’s judgment!”

“...” Cale closed his eyes. With all of this faith in you, he can’t ignore it.

“Fine.” He glared at Alberu. “But if she isn’t here by sunset, I'm sending Choi Han and Raon to get her.”

“That’s fine by me!”

With that, the call ended, and Alberu couldn’t stop from giggling at Cale’s worriedness for you.

“Ah… [Name], you’ve gotten yourself a worrywart as a husband.”

…

The sun had gone down a while ago, the birds went to rest, and the children had all gone to sleep on your shared bed. Yet, there was still no sign of you anywhere in sight.

Cale paced back and forth in the balcony, he did not enjoy worrying about someone's safety, much less yours.

“Master Cale.”

“Huh? Oh...Choi Han. Has there been any news?” He looked down and shook his head slowly. “I see… It’s getting late, you should head to sleep.”

“But, master Cale, who will–”

“I will.”

“...” Choi Han wanted to protest, yet he remained silent. He knew better than to argue with a stubborn man. “Yes, sir…” He left Cale with himself. 

Hearing a click from the door, Cale let out a frustrated sigh and scratched his head, annoyed at the situation at hand.

“...Where are you [Name]?” he whispered.

“I was gone for a day, and you missed me that much?”

“!” Cale twisted his body and faced the person that had spoken to him.

And it was none other than his lovely wife.

“Hi, Bo,” You smiled sweetly. “How are you?”

Cale sighted for what seemed like the 100th time this day. Only this time, it was out of relief. “I’m fine…” he said with a small smile.

“I’m glad…” You leaned and gave him a kiss on the check.

“Only there..?”

“Well, yes. I’m extremely hungry right now, and I want to eat,” with perfect timing, your stomach growled loudly.

“...” Cale’s eyebrow twitched at your response. He motioned his hand to look like a knife, and karate-chopped you in the head.

“OW–”

“I’ll go get Beacrox to prepare something for you. Wait here,” opening the door, he pointed at you. “And don’t. Move.” You giggled.

“Eye, eye, captain.”

With an approving nod he left in search of your meal.

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[hxney-lemcn]

Congratulations on your 2k! I love your writing so much. I can't t get enough of them! For my request, can the character be Leona. Have a great day, you're amazing! <3

Genre -🌹

Tropes: 🍂🥂

Prompts: 🫥👀🤭

a/n: haha...so funny story...I might of forgotten to add the fake relationship...but you could pretend??? 😭😭😭 Sorry about that, but this is still super fluffy and a bit chaotic :)

tw: none.

wc: 0.4k

2k follower event | master list

You eyed the lion who laid not too far from you. He had been more irritable as of late, glaring at you and snapping more often than not. It had been getting on your nerves. If you did something to upset him he should talk to you about it instead of huffing and throwing a tantrum like a child. Every rude remark chipped away at you, little by little, close to showing the ticking time bomb that was you. Sure, you would use yourself as the butt of a joke or insult yourself from time to time, but you weren’t going to let Leona, your friend and crush, throw insults at you when he felt like it. You had a modicum of self respect. 

“What are you staring at?” Leona huffed, his emerald eyes squinting at you. “Something on my face, herbivore?”

Ignoring his question completely, you asked, “Why are you mad?” 

“I’m not mad,” Leona waved you off, rolling over to face away from you.

“Err!” You made a loud buzzer sound, causing his ear to twitch and him to eye you in annoyance. “You’re lying. You’re acting like a kid who got denied v-bucks.”

“Tch,” He grumbled, letting his anger overpower his rationality. “I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

“What?” You asked astounded, blinking in confusion. “Who the hell did I kiss? I think I’d remember something like that.” Once again, the prince averted his gaze, muttering under his breath…was he embarrassed?

“That stupid lizard,” Leona finally spoke up. Racking your brain, you tried to remember anything that could resemble a kiss that happened between you and Malleus, but none came to mind. Had there been a rumor maybe? Or maybe he overheard a conversation between you both that sounded like it led to a kiss? You weren’t sure, honestly, you felt like you were reaching with the last one. Whatever it may be, Leona had clearly made up a scenario that never happened. 

“Okay, one, I haven’t kissed anyone,” You held a finger up. “And two, why would I kiss Malleus? We’re just friends and I don’t see him romantically. And three, why the hell would you care…unless…”  As you trailed off with a smug grin, Leona swatted at you, a sharp snarl thrown your way as you laughed.  “OMG! Does the big tough Leona have an itty bitty crush on wittle ‘ol me?” You teased, dodging his swipe, but still getting into his face.

“I can’t stand you,” Leona sniped, glare sharp and if you looked hard enough you could see his cheeks turn a dark red.  

“A weird way to propose, but the answer is yes,” You grinned brightly, tackling the lion in a huge hug. He let out a groan, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“You better be serious about that.”

[bruciemilf]

Hii!

I was wondering if you had any n.sfw type of headcanons for Harvey vs Two Face when they're being intimate? 🤭

Because of the Jason Dent AU fic, part of me thinks TwoFace might be a pillow princess for Matches 😅

I mean, I try to assume couples are versatile but was also curious if you felt either would be more or less likely to enjoy something over the other. Or if they'd be pretty much the same in their wants/desires. Hope this makes sense!

Really like your blog. Your post with Batfam Twitter about Harvey breaking out of Arkham to take Bruce out on dates is part of what got me into them 😍🥹

HOOOO. NSFW ahead!!! Minors don’t interact, please and thank you!!

—

I’m so goddam thirsty for this man. No, — it’s unhealthy. I’m like a feral Resident Evil nightmare that escaped confinement and I’m in need of emergency euthanasia.

In my heart I can’t imagine Harvey or TF bottoming. But it also really depends on!! I could maybe see Harvey, whimpering like a goddam mess, Bruce bounces on his dick like a fucking horny rabbit, and TF snarling, “Fuckin’ wimp.” (He loves it)

One thing’s for sure thought; These mfs are So Nasty.

Two-Face is big on degradation; Bruce’s pleasure is extremely important for him, and while he prioritizes his baby doll getting the best treatment possible, you can catch him shoving Batman on his knees anytime, anywhere.

“C’mon, sweet boy. Use that smart ass mouth for something useful. “

And Bruce can’t ever say no 😔 He has them memorized down to the veins

Also you bet Harvey’s hung as hell. 10 inches. Bruce has higher chances of ending up in the ER after fucking than fighting.

DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY-

I just know for a fact Two-Face always has Bruce on his lap when he’s playing poker.

Either when Bruce is disguised, or just normal. Besides, Brucie Wayne is basically Harvey’s glorified blow up doll. So what if he’s around the room while talking essential business? So what if he’s witness to it?

Black Mask makes that comment exactly once and Harvey paints his brass knuckles red <333 “Tsk. Fucker got blood on my watch.”

God help you if Bruce wears red lipstick around this bastard. They’ll make out so messily. Everywhere. At any time. Cause Harvey’s not stopping until Bruce begs him to let him breathe.

SCAR WORSHIP.

MUTUAL

SCAR WORSHIP

Harvey will call Bruce princes while fucking him doggy style, his belt tightly snaked around his neck. He makes the prettiest noises, punched out moans and tiny little gasps. “Ah, heh— you came? Again? You’re making a mess, sweetheart.”

I genuinely do think rough sex is their go to, but like. Loving rough sex? Nevertheless, when one or both have an off day, when Gotham’s nightshade hand punches just a little too hard, they find sanctuary in each other’s softness.

Sometimes Bruce gets fucked with Harvey between his legs, spread like a last meal on his WE office, his smaller hands sinking in his man’s broad shoulders. And he’ll say nothing except his name, like a mantra.

“Harvey. I love you.”

“I know.”

“Bastard,” Bruce laughs rarely, and when he does, it feels like a prize, “Say it back. Both of you.”

“Tch. Brat. We love you. Happy?”

“Always.”

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 785: Sakamichi's orders!!

Pag 1

1: From this year

2: I went from the one who receives orders

3: Onoda

Onoda!!

4: to the one who gives orders!!

Pag 2

1: Onoda Sakamichi, third Inter High

Pag 3

1: carrying the same bib number 3 as Makishima, as captain he will make history by making Sohoku win their third championship in a row!!

Pag 4

1: I'll give you your orders

When we enter the mountain, go ahead

Take the lead and climb!!

2: It's your order, take the mountain stage on the second day

When times are tough, all you need is one good goal to achieve!! “We'll carry you to the mountain”!!

I'll do my best to preserve my strength!!

3: Think....

Think of what's ahead, of what's happening now, and about the team

Pag 5

1: I have to make the best choice!!

2: Calm down....!!

Pfuuu...

Calm down

Pfuuu...

3: Look around you

4: I have to have a clear picture!!

5: The start of the mountain is approaching

6: The pack's atmosphere is changing!!

Pag 6

1: One person jumped ahead!!

2: The balance is broken!!

3: And several people are following!!

4: It's here, Onoda-kun, are you ready?

Yeah!!

5: The climbers are starting to move!!

Pag 7

1: We're entering the mountain!! From here on we're on the national highway 500!!

Pag 8

1: It's the mountain stage, climbing Mt- Hiko, once a sacred groun in Fukuoka!!

Pag 9

2: Once they pass one of the archways of the huge Shinto shrine made of stone of Mt. Hiko....

3: The real climb starts!!

Pag 10

1: Here Kyushu's Kumamoto Daichi's climber, Fujiwara, is moving!!

Kumadai is moving, chase him!!

2: I'm Higo's new generation, mokkosu!!

3: Waaaa things are getting hectic all of a sudden, teh.....!! They're going one by one chasing Kumadai-san!!

4: Calm down, Rokudai

For now, it's enough that we stay at the front fo the pack. Our problem is....

Waaa, I'm calm...!!

Pag 11

1: Our problem....

2: Our main issue....

3: is when will he move!?

6: Ha.... Hakogaku is moving!?

Is the Sky Prince going!?

He stood up

Pag 13

3: Not... yet!?

4: He just reached out to take the bottle

That scared me...

We've only just entered the mountain so from their point of view it's not time to start yet?

6: Tch

7: Not yet.....?

Pag 14

1: His opponent is Onoda, so it will most probably turn into a close battle... so, thinking about that, he plans on starting from the most efficient place?

2: Could it be that he's waiting for the Mountain King to go?

The other way around....?

3: He plans on going once the “Mountain King” moves?

Manami is

4: waiting for the Mountain King

Is that so?

Waiting for me....

Pag 15

1: …. no!!

2: That's not it!!

3: Think of what's ahead, of what's happening now, and about the team

Teh!?

4: I have to make the best decision

Everyone!!

Pag 16

1: These are your orders!!

2: “Orders”!!

3: “Orders”!!

5: Onoda-san!!

6: Onoda-kun!!

Pag 17

1: 200m from now Manami-kun will move, I'll chase him, and leave everything else to you!!

2: Danchiku-kun!!

Yessir!!

3: Please get ahead, pull the team, and clear the mountain safely

4: Yessir!!

5: Imaizumi-kun and Naruko-kun, from now on preserve your strength and get ready for the finish line

Yeah...

6: Rokudai-kun....

Teh!!

Wait, Onoda

7: How...

Pag 18

1: do you know that Manami is going to move 200m from now!?

5: Telepathy...

6: He's waiting

7: Most likely!!

“Maybe”!!

8: The beginning of this mountain is full of zigzags

9: And Manami-kun's ranks are choosing to ride on the right side very close to the guardrail

10: On the mountain, the pack

Pag 19

1: when it's time to turn a series of zigzags, temporarily stretches vertically

If it's a left turn then the cyclists on the left will take the lead, and if it's a right turn then the cyclists on the right will do that

3: From the course map it says that from the next curve the slope will slightly increase

4: It's just a conjecture, but

5: I think Manami-kun will move there

So he's waiting

For the most advantageous position for jumping forward

Pag 20

1: the next right curve!!

Pag 21

1: Manami?

2: He's going to jump forward!?

3: At the next right curve!!

Pag 25

1: Manami jumped forward!! Here!?

Huuh!?

From the lead of the vertical line!!

He opened a gap too large to close in an instant!!

2: He really jumped forward!!

3: Hakogaku' Manami is pushing on

4: I'm going to accelerate at full throttle!!

Go, Onoda-kun!!

[brandwhorestarscream]

LISTEN TO ME LISTEN OK!! I'm not done talking about this!

Shattered glass Skyfire journeying to the center of the Allspark dimension to steal Starscream's spark back

Regrets weigh heavily on his shoulders and Starscream's death was the final straw. He's through sitting back passively and letting their overlords do whatever they want--they killed his Starscream, his seeker, his buddy, his everything, and now they're going to pay with their lives

He takes Starscream's body, delicately cradling him and promising, looking down at his broken, cracked face and gaping hole in his chassis where his spark used to be, "I'll bring you back... whatever it takes, I'll save you!"

Starscream didn't deserve to die

Starscream didn't deserve to suffer

He didn't deserve Skyfire's betrayal, he didn't deserve to see each and every dream shattered onto nothingness, he didn't deserve any of the pitslag the universe had put him through. Skyfire intends to right these wrongs, by any means necessary.

First, he scratches out his autobot badge and carries Starscream's corpse away, taking him somewhere secluded and untraceable. He begins work slowly, putting him back together piece by piece: a shot straight through the soul was obviously fatal, but it also severely damaged his body. Layers of plating and wires melted through and obliterated, countless energon lines severed, internal components completely wiped from existence. He has to replace each and every piece, perfectly, or this won't work. He uses everything he can, parts manufactured and sculpted by his own hands, and taken from the bodies of dead mecha alike

It takes him months to repair his precious seeker, and once he's fixed up, Skyfire makes him a grand pedestal to lay upon to await his revival. A raised dias painted the purest white and adored with golden glyphs, depicting the second coming of the Prince of Stars and a thousand iterations of Starscream's name. Obsessed and sickened by the loss, Skyfire dares kiss his forehelm and his cheeks but can never bring himself to take Starscream's lips: if he's to savor the delicate kiss of the most important person in his life, he shall only do it when light returns to his optics. Tch, isn't that ironic, he thinks bitterly. Only realizing the true depth of his affections for Starscream when he was dead and gone. They had been close, once, when they were so young... he'd been too naive or perhaps too afraid to confront his truest feelings. Perhaps, if he wasn't such a coward, things would be different...

The realization has only made him more determined to see this through

Once Starscream's body is complete Skyfire goes after the wicked Lord Prime. Optimus's name is like a frightening curse, bleeding life from every land he touches and siphoning the sparks of everyone around him. Skyfire is not afraid, and he doesn't care if the other mech lives or dies. No, when he storms the Primal Palace, it is with the intent to steal. It's a brutal altercation, but through sheer size and murderous fury Skyfire rips the Matrix from the Prime's chest, carrying it to the desecrated Temple of Prima where the entrance to the Allspark Vault awaits. A living mech attempting to jump into the afterlife has never come to pass before, but Skyfire isn't worried about dying. If death comes for him, let it be known that he willingly embraced it. In death he could reunite with Starscream, so it is not something to be feared. If he succeeds, though... he'll once again be able to hold the love of his life in his arms, and that makes every risk worth it

[peach-top]

❝𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉❞

➤ ACT I. | CHAPTER O.

➤ ENTER: DARK CHOCO COOKIE

“Phew…Shame that I had to leave the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but I will return.” [Y] mumbled while traveling through the forest. He paused mid-step when he smelled strawberry jam nearby. He followed the scent of the strawberry jam, once he got closer, he found a man dressed in black, sitting near the fire. [Y] doesn't see blood anywhere, but he can still smell it.

“Excuse me…” [Y]’s voice startled the raven haired male, making him draw his sword. The taller male apologized, “Sorry. Did I scare you?”

The raven haired male lowered his sword, “It's just you.”

“???” [Y] tilted his head. “Have we met before?”

“...No. I've been watching from afar.” the male replied, stabbing his sword in the snow ground, “But I know of you. You're the Tamer of all Beasts. That's what they call you. You're the hero of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. A great replacement…”

“...” [Y] analyze the male’s appearance. Raven haired with white streak, similar to Dark Cacao Cookie. There's no questioning it. This male is related to the king. The prince. “Are you Dark Choco Cookie? I've heard Dark Cacao Cookie mentioning you before.”

“... Can't say you're wrong. I was exiled from this kingdom. I've returned to see how father might do without me until you come along…” Dark Choco mumbled. “It looks like everyone has forgotten the prince and moved on. Even father. He doesn't want to see his son nor does he see me as his own.”

[Y] stood quietly before sitting on the log a few inches away from the male, “I don't think they forget you at all.”

Dark Choco huffed, “What are you talking about? I committed a terrible crime and almost killed my father.”

“I saw a portrait of you still hanging. You look different than you are before.” The taller male pointed out.

“What?” Dark Choco gasped softly. He then scoffed, “...Tch…You’re lying…”

“I was raised in a forest by a tree spirit. I wasn't taught how to lie. They say that lying is irresponsible.” [Y] said. “But keeping secrets might not be…? Not sure…”

“...”

“However, Dark Cacao Cookie kept the portrait up as a memory. He wouldn't admit it, but I feel that he missed you.” [Y] pointed out. “I can sense other emotions and aura. Like that sword you're carrying. I smell strawberry jam.”

“...That thing…is messing with my head. I can't escape it if it's controlling my head…” Dark Choco Cookie furrowed his eyebrows. “Darkness has consumed me.”

The taller male stood up and grabbed the sword, ignoring Dark Choco’s warning. [Y] lifted the strawberry jam sword to test it out. He could hear a distorted voice within it. The effect didn't work on him.

“I see. I can understand why it's messing with your head. You're one of the poor souls who have fallen victim to this.” the taller male said, lying the sword back in place. “You know it's not too late to redeem yourself and keep fighting it.”

“...It is too late. And even if I keep trying, there's no hope to keep fighting.” the raven haired male frowned.

“There's still hope left. Don't stop. I have light by my side to protect me from the darkness…” [Y] said, using his magic to form a glowing butterfly. “No matter if the darkness tries to consume me, I will keep fighting back. I still have hope. Don't lose motivation.”

The taller male held the butterfly towards the raven haired male. Dark Choco timidly holds his hand out for the butterfly, allowing it to rest in his palm.

“...!” the raven haired male’s eyes widened when the butterfly disappeared. He looks disappointed, thinking that he might've killed it. [Y] chuckled softly, “Don't worry, it does that to mess with you.”

“It's not funny…” Dark Choco huffed.

“You could use a friend to help you out with stress.” [Y] said, much to Dark Choco’s confusion. The taller male held out his arm and whistled. The raven haired male narrowed his eyes until he jumped when heard a hawk in the distance. A white hawk landed on [Y]’s arm, “This is Lucille. A friend of mine. She will help you out if you ever feel jiffy.”

“I don't need it. It won't help.” Dark Choco furrowed his eyebrows.

“Don't refuse it. It's important to have a supportive friend with you. It'll help, trust me.” [Y] spoke before removing his bow and gently tied it around the hawk’s neck. Lucille then landed on Dark Choco’s shoulder and nuzzled against his cheek. “She likes you. Good…She can get protective at times, so you'll be safe with her.”

“Off I go.” [Y] packed up his stuff and got ready to leave, but Dark Choco stopped him.

“Wait. What's your name?” Dark Choco asked.

The taller male softly smiled, “Just called me [Y]. Let's meet again. Farewell…”

Dark Choco watched as [Y] left, leaving him with the hawk. The raven haired male turned his attention to the hawk, “Lucille, huh…? A perfect name for a hawk like yourself.”

Lucille nuzzles Dark Choco’s cheek with love and affection. The raven haired male smiled softly, “I guess I can keep you as my supportive friend then…”

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“It took long enough. You really shouldn't be wasting your time…” Pomegranate Cookie scoffed. Her eyes landed on the hawk, “And that thing? Where did you find it?”

“She's not a “thing”. She's a friend.” Dark Choco glared.

“Friend? Since when did you make a friend?” Licorice Cookie raised his eyebrows.

“Not like you ever had any friends…Your servants don't count.” Dark Choco insulted the hooded male. “Go befriended a rock or something.”

Licorice gasped, taken back by the insults and dropped on all fours, “Why…? Why do you have to be so cruel?!”

“Enough. Stop crying. How are you a part of the Cookies of Darkness?” The female scowled

“S-shut your mouth! You don't know anything!!!” Licorice sobbed before running away.

“...I’m surrounded by idiots…”

╭ ⁞ ❏. facts

┊ ⁞ ❏. silver kingdom here we come

┊ ⁞ ❏. [y] can't lie, but can keep secrets

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➤ chapter i.

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #26 - "choose me.”

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character: leona kingscholar, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu

It wasn't uncommon for Leona to be someone's second choice.

He was used to it, really. He didn't mind it.

How could he, after so long of the same thing? He could only feel so much disappointment before it became the natural state of things, not being good enough. If this was his life, the fate that he was meant to suffer, he would get used to it. It was clear that none of his efforts would pull him out of second place by now.

But something about you had reignited the fire and the shame of losing.

All he wanted, all he needed, was to be your first choice. No one else's opinion mattered, if it was you. If he just heard it from you, if he could just see you choose him above all others - he would be able to live happily. Nothing would ever bring him down from that, he knew. He could feel it within the very fiber of his being.

You were the only one he needed approval from.

"...Why do you still hang around them?" Leona scoffed, the thrashing of his tail behind him betraying his upset. What need did you have for anyone else besides him? "Just find me if you need something. Don't bother with all those herbivores."

"I didn't want to bother you."

Sure, it was a reasonable response. One that might be expected, given who you were talking to - the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah, known for his distaste of extra work. Especially coming from someone in a position such as yourself, magicless and with no connections in this world.

"Tch, as if you could."

The lion roughly rested his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, practically into his side. His tail wrapped around your waist on instinct alone as he examined you, like those that you had been around would've harmed you in some way.

"Stop messing with me. You need something, tell me. I'm all you need, so ignore those idiots and choose me."

[zynchi]

i don't know if you are open for scenarios or not but i will try my luck-

would like you to write a scenario of how leona will react after he was having a crush on reader (would prefer to be fem) and then he found out that she's actually dating someone else/got engaged/married, whatever you like, i want to be depressed again

if you write it so really thank you and i enjoy your fluff writings🤍keep going buddy!!

realizations

content: angst

pairing: leona kingscholar x reader

summary: leona can't stand how annoying you are, yet the thought of you with someone else is driving him mad. watch as the king of beasts--or rather, king of denial---battles with emotions he never thought he'd have (400+ words).

author's note: omggg thank you so much😭 im super open with scenarios and i really appreciate your compliment 👉👈 i'll do my best!! ilyy💕💗

leona had always found you annoying—fucking annoying, to be precise. you are loud, clingy, and have a habit of invading his personal space like it was your favorite pastime. but lately, something had shifted. he caught himself thinking about you more often than he’d like to admit, and the moments when you weren’t around were starting to feel… too quiet.

he wasn’t stupid. he knew what was happening, but admitting it to himself? not a chance. so, he kept his distance, kept up the cold exterior, and kept calling you annoying whenever you were in earshot. it was easier that way.

but then, ruggie dropped a bombshell.

“oi, leona-san,” ruggie started, “you hear the latest gossip?”

leona barely glanced up from the book he was pretending to read. “what now?”

“your little herbivore,” ruggie said, leaning in closer, “she’s been seen around with some prince from rsa. word is they’re dating.”

the book in leona’s hand closed with a snap, and he shot ruggie a glare. “what did you just say?”

ruggie chuckled, enjoying the rare moment of having leona’s full attention. “yeah, apparently some fancy prince from rsa’s been showing her around. looks like she’s moved on from chasing after you.”

leona’s expression darkened, a scowl settling on his face. the idea of you with some prince—some random nobody from rsa—made his blood boil. you weren’t supposed to just… move on. especially not with someone like that.

he leaned back, trying to act indifferent, but his mind was racing. “tch. figures she’d go after someone else. i told you she was fucking annoying.”

“yeah, whatever, boss.” ruggie’s grin didn’t fade as he straightened up. “but you sure don’t seem too happy about it.”

leona didn’t reply, just grunted and waved ruggie away. the hyena left with a smug look, clearly amused by the situation.

once he was alone, leona’s thoughts spiraled. you… dating someone else? the very idea was like a thorn in his side, constantly pricking at him, refusing to let him be. he’d never admit it out loud, but the thought of you laughing, smiling, and being your annoying self with someone else—some prince who didn’t know the first thing about you—it pissed him off more than he cared to acknowledge.

he closed his eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. but the image of you with another man kept resurfacing, no matter how hard he tried to shove it aside.

maybe you were fucking annoying. but the thought of losing you… wasn’t something he could easily accept.