#otp: iridescent

[hopelessromantic-ghost]

i’m sorry??? shut up. i feel like i’m going insane.

[adelaidedrubman]

— IS THAT REALLY YOU? ARE YOU REAL?

fully and completely losing my mind over this gorgeous piece i had the joy of commissioning from @delicateweapon of new dawn faith and jenna reunion finding each other in the radioactive bliss wastelands after a decade of believing the other to have died during the siege of the henbane. i could not thank nika enough for doing such an incredible job bringing this scene to life in stunning, perfect detail. i absolutely recommend grabbing a commission from her if you can!

[shrinkthisviolet]

❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞

For whatever OTP muse is feeding you with this :)

Figured I’d write some soft post-s2 Westallen for this! With a focus on Iris’s feelings (what else is new for me 😂):

"I don't know what it is about you, but, you just...you're the only one who can make me feel like this," Iris confessed softly.

Barry just nodded, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb as he gazed adoringly at her.

It struck Iris how he'd always looked at her like that, even from the day they met.

Barry Allen had truly been in love with her since forever, just like her dad said.

"You say there's no Flash without Iris West, that I give you strength and courage...but so do you. You always have, Barry." She smiled softly. "I just...didn't realize until recently that it was more than just that."

She'd been a little in love with Barry for most of her life, since probably a little after they met...but it really hit her in the past year how all she wanted to do was lean forward and touch her lips to his, hug him and never let go...

How she wanted to be his person forever. And how she wanted him to be hers.

Maybe they had a point about absence making the heart grow fonder...after all, seeing Barry date Patty this past year had really kicked her feelings into overdrive.

(She wondered if Barry had felt like this around her and Eddie, and she winced. It wasn't a feeling she wished on anyone.)

"You're sure?" Barry said slowly, but despite the hesitation in his voice, hope lit his eyes. "This isn't...because of the byline or something?"

Iris huffed. "Barry Allen, if this was because of a stupid byline, I would've jumped into this last year. I wouldn't have fought for me and Eddie as a couple. No, this is not about the byline—this is about you and me, and I...I love you, Barry Allen. Truly, irretrievably, deeply, incandescently."

"Incandescently?" He teased. "You must really love me, to use words like that."

"Well...it's the closest I can get to describing it," she said. "It's...this...it's escaped definition."

"Hmm." Barry smiled. "I know the feeling."

She smiled. "There's one thing I know for sure, though."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"I really," she said slowly, eyes flickering down to his lips and back up, "really wanna kiss you right now."

He grinned. "Well, if the lady insists." He leaned forward, and so did she, their lips meeting in a searing kiss.

And Iris felt...iridescent.

prompt list!

[raointean]

Day 1 - OTP

@ringsofpowervalentinesweek

[Context for non-Silm fans: Celeborn (the husband that Galadriel mentioned) canonically helped Elrond establish Rivendell and brought their daughter with him. Elrond and Celebrían were married at the beginning of the third age, I believe.]

Celebrían sat down next to her father by the campfire with a bowl of stew as evening fell. Shelters for the laborers of Imladris had not yet been constructed and so they lived in camps scattered around the valley. Celeborn had elected to set up his tent a ways away from the others that evening, and Celebrían had gone with him.

As they began to eat, she struck up a conversation. “You know, Elrond is not bad looking…”

Celeborn gave her a stern look. “Leave him be. I know your way with ellons and I advise you to keep your claws out of him. Do not dally with him.”

Celebrían laughed. She had strung many ellons along before, she enjoyed seeing their futile attempts to woo her, but never had her father done more than roll his eyes at her youth.

“I mean that, Celebrían. He is good, in the truest sense of the word. Do not entice him unless you mean to actually court him.” 

Celebrían scoffed. “I declare, I do think you are more fond of him than you are of me!”

Celeborn merely raised an eyebrow. “Promise me?”

She released a long-suffering sigh. It seemed her father was not going to give this up easily. “Very well. I will not let it go beyond friendship, if ever we even get that far.”

Satisfied, Celeborn nodded and returned to his stew.

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Elrond’s heart skipped a beat as he entered the library. Construction on it had finished only a few days ago and Elrond was determined to organize it himself. He simply didn’t trust anyone else to meet his standards of efficiency.

Unfortunately, the library was not unoccupied. Near one of the broad, arching windows, stood Celebrían. Celeborn was becoming a dear friend of his, but Elrond did not know his daughter well, only that she was very beautiful. She was tall and slender, save for her face. Her face was round and cheerful, framed by curling silver hair that fell down her back and shoulders like the waterfalls of the valley with their glistening iridescent spray. The green of her eyes was like to the depths of forests and- oh no. He was becoming poetic.

He would have to leave immediately, lest he stay to appreciate her and end up making a fool of himself. No, the library would have to wait. He turned to go, but a musical voice came from behind him and held him in place as if he was bound there.

“Ah, Lord Elrond. I apologize, I did not see you there. I was looking out at the passion flowers.” Elrond turned back to Celebrían and saw her point to a place not far from the window. Almost against his will, he was drawn to her side.

Sure enough, beyond the window, a little ways from a stream, grew several winding vines of passion flowers in full bloom. Celebrían sighed happily. “They are my favorite flowers, you know. Many overlook them because of their strange appearance, but I love them all the more for it. It is in the strange that we find the yet unexplored mysteries of life.”

It was then that Elrond knew he was doomed to love her forever. Not only was her beauty greater than the light of the sun, but she did not fear mystery and her thought seemed to run as deep as the depths of the Sea.

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“Whoa,” Celebrían breathed. She was lying on her back on the grass at the top of a hill in the hidden valley watching the silver rain of a meteor shower above her head. Elrond lay next to her. He, in his vast knowledge of astronomy, had predicted that one would occur that night and had brought her with him to watch it.

In the centuries since they had met, they had become fast friends, although Elrond’s awkwardness had never entirely faded. Celebrían still maintained that he was not unattractive, but neither of them had made a move and Celebrían was not entirely sad about that. He was interesting, certainly, but not so fascinating that she wanted to spend her entire immortal life tethered to him.

She turned to see his face and started. This was not at all the elf she had lain beside! His hair was no longer solid strands, but was as a black liquid pooled about his head like an ebony halo. In the dark mass, she swore she could see dancing tendrils that lit up blue and purple and green.

Hearing her start, Elrond turned to her. His eyes burned with starlight; a thousand galaxies spinning within them. 

“Are you well, Celebrían?” His voice was not one, but many. Male and female, young and ancient, great and small, all weaving together to form something that pretended to be a single voice, but was not.

“Y-yes, I am just fine,” she managed to choke out and she turned back to the sky as quickly as she could. A warmth that she could not name flooded her heart. She had known that her friend’s mind was as vast as the ocean and that his heart was as great as the mountains, but never could she have guessed that his soul was so truly, incalculably immense. She loved it.

No.

She loved him. That was the feeling that filled her now. 

In her youth, her friends had called her ulunndil, lover of strange and monstrous things. She supposed they had spoken truly.

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“Father?” Celebrían stood in the doorway of Celeborn’s room. He looked up from his book, but did not stand from his chair by the fire; he was comfortable. Celebrían looked almost nervous. That was strange. She had inherited her mother’s boldness and pride along with his own fearlessness; she was never nervous.

“Yes, daughter? What is it?”

She moved fully into the room and straightened herself. “I have begun courting.”

Celeborn sighed. “And which unfortunate ellon has fallen into your trap this time?” It must be someone strange indeed if he made her nervous to tell her own father.

Celebrían’s resolve seemed to stiffen. “Elrond,” she answered. “And he has fallen into no trap.”

At this, Celeborn set his book aside. “Did I not warn you against misleading him? Never have I seen you court anyone in earnest! What then has changed? Or did you simply ignore my wisdom?”

“I have not!” protested Celebrían. “I care for him dearly! In all the years of my life, I have never met someone so kind and wise and beautiful and interesting! Glad would I be, if I could stay by his side all the days of my life.”

Celeborn’s face softened and he rose. His heart swelled with too many emotions for him to name. Elrond was as dear as a son to him, but he was gentle. He had survived more heartache already than should have been his lot in life. He had grown into a strong, if young, lord, but needed someone with an iron will to back him up.

Celebrían, in turn, had never learned to take things seriously and bulldozed her way through life. She needed a gentle and restraining hand to show her the value of caution and tact.

Celeborn caressed his daughter’s face. She had grown so much already in the few short centuries they’d been there. Yes, this match would be good for both of them, and for him as well. He would be loath to trust either of them to anyone but each other.

At last, he spoke. “Then I am happy for you, dear one. And I hope you shall be happy with each other.”

[cityoftheangelllls]

Fictional character ask: any interaction of Barbie

Sure thing! I'm gonna do my personal favorite...Barbie as Rapunzel!!

Favorite thing about them: SO. MANY. THINGS. From her passion for art and all things beautiful to her kind and empathetic nature and determination to stop at nothing to gain her freedom, this character has too many good qualities to pick just one. Random fact about me, Barbie as Rapunzel served as my introduction to the fairy tale "Rapunzel", and, although the Barbie version of the story deviates significantly from the source material (which I should cite as the most well-known version, the Grimm Brothers' version), it remains, to this day, one of my favorite takes on the story, as well as the character, especially given how they expanded upon her personality and how she reminds me so much of myself.

Least favorite thing about them: It just hurts so much to watch her suffer at the hands of Gothel. Heck, I'm even starting to think that this version of Mother Gothel was far more emotionally abusive to her than Disney's iteration. I mean, she didn't murder her love interest, but she took pride in destroying everything Rapunzel loved, sadistically reducing her paintings and the magic paintbrush to splinters. She also says some downright horrible things to her. And even after all that, Rapunzel is willing to forgive her and try to redeem her. I myself would not have been so forgiving. I can't even imagine myself in that kind of situation, much less remaining so strong-willed after dealing with it for an extended period of time. What's worse is that this kind of abuse (without the magic, of course) exists in the real world, and thousands of kids around the world are going through it as I speak, with no way to escape...and that makes scenes like that all the more painful to endure.

Three things I have in common with them:

I am an incredibly artistic person.

I may fret or despair at first when I encounter a problem, but then I stop at nothing to solve it, either by myself or with some help from my friends.

I am not afraid to stand up for myself and call people out for being unjust.

Three things I don’t have in common with them:

I don't have a magic paintbrush that transports me to other lands or makes new dresses for me. (BOOOOOOOO!!!)

I don't have a pet dragon. (ALSO BOOOOOOO!!!)

I've never been shut away from the rest of the world and made a servant for someone else (YAY!)

Favorite line: "'Constant as the stars above, always know that you are loved'....I'm going to be free!" Also, it's a small one, but "Hmm...I wonder..." before she begins to experiment with the magic paintbrush to create dresses for the masked ball.

brOTP: Her and Penelope! They have such great chemistry together. Also her and Stefan's little sisters! She would be such a fantastic mother figure for them.

OTP: Her and Prince Stefan!

nOTP: This is a no-brainer, but her and Gothel.

Random Headcanon: Since it's technically canon that Barbie is an actress and plays all those roles we saw her in over the years, including this one, I like to think that this remains one of Barbie's favorite roles of all time, as well as one of her favorite projects. Also, as anything is possible in Barbie's world, I also like the idea of her having a magic paintbrush/hairbrush in real life.

Unpopular Opinion: I've got a couple, actually. First off, I may be one of the few who thinks this, but I like Barbie as Rapunzel way more than Disney's Tangled. Tangled is a great movie and I love Disney's take on Rapunzel, but Barbie as Rapunzel has always resonated with me a lot more for a number of reasons, ranging from the massive nostalgia and sentiment I get from it and the characters being so fun and likeable to the perfect fairytale atmosphere it emits. Another opinion I have that may be unpopular is that I prefer the doll version of her purple ball gown over the one that appeared in the film. The flowy iridescent sleeves, satin rosettes, and swirly pattern on the skirt just make it all the more beautiful and princessy!

Song i associate with them: Of course, this:

I want it to play at my wedding

Favorite picture of them: I've got a few!

I LOVE the exterior of her quarters/tower, it's essentially my dream bedroom!

I love the first gown she painted! It fits the Renaissance aesthetic perfectly!

And of course...the doll <3 <3

I would give my liver to go back in time and have this tower playset as a child

[fey-changeling]

for the word game: light, kiss, smirk!

Light! From soldier/sorceress

Findabhair's pale hair was washed in reds, the sinking sun crowned her with light, her robes shone iridescent.

Kiss! god knows, current otp bullshit

Rem blew her a kiss, made a very brief lewd gesture, and closed the door.

Smirk! I cannot tell you how difficult this was to find. Not a current wip but still otp bullshit

Isolde gave her a little smirk and half raised an eyebrow. "Well then."

Thanks for the ask 🥰

[iridescent-king]

Herman with two red addons be like 👁👄👁😳

GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!

[bcbdrums]

Heat

A/N: (If you don't want my personal life details you can skip this and go straight to the fic.) Life has been crazy ever since my birthday, and it's only getting crazier. Weird health issues, NEW JOB, going on a year now without WIFI... Life is strange. But still good.

Anyway, trying to get the OTP back into my brain and if you know me, you know of course it's gonna be something small and fluffy for @split-n-splice, just because.

Gonna call this one an M-rating for some very deliberate implications.

Read on:  FFn     AO3

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It was the heat that woke him.

Drakken rolled over to put his back to the window, as he did every morning, and mentally cursed his stupidity at having a high window carved out in the lair that couldn't be easily covered. Of course, he denied its bothering him each morning to Shego when he inevitably crept nearer and nearer to her, forcing her toward the edge of the mattress as the sun encroached on their cozy sleeping space. She loved to tease him about it, and he resolutely made excuses each time, even though they both knew the truth of it.

A few days prior they had been so tired from their latest caper, that when the sun began forcing him onto her side of the bed she hadn't protested even when he'd been pressed up against her, the heat a strange mix of unpleasantness and comfort in their exhaustion-induced brain fog. They had lain together in their self-made sauna until there was no more room in the bed to escape the blazing rays, but rather than start the day, they had luxuriated in a bath until the weariness from the prior day's events had waned. And then they'd made other use of the bath.

Sometimes, Shego often reminded him, part of being evil was taking a day off.

That morning however, his mind was alert and there was no confused enjoyment of the warmth. As he felt the sun at his back he hesitated in scooting toward Shego's side of the bed, knowing that would herald the complaints. His annoyance at his sleep being interrupted had his mind spinning over possible solutions to the problem that never went anywhere, such as having the henchmen install curtains.

"And then you'll complain there's no light and it's claustrophobic," Shego told him the last time he brought it up.

He continued the imaginary conversation in his head, the urge to move growing stronger as he felt his back beginning to burn through his tank top even before the sweating could begin, so hot was the summer sun. But then his attention was arrested as a familiar but unexpected sound reached his ears.

He opened his eyes to find Shego sitting up in the bed, the blankets on her side tossed back, and a brush being run through her raven hair. Her face was turned away from the light, and the dawn's rays shone brightly on the silky locks, revealing just how thick her hair was with each pass of the brush. Drakken was transfixed as every now and then an iridescent green glimmer could be seen fleetingly from where they were hidden among the jet-black tresses, illuminated by the blazing of the sun.

Gradually his gaze drifted from Shego's hair to her face, her eyes closed against the early morning light, and then down to how his old AC/DC t-shirt she wore. It was too large on her of course, but somehow the way the baggy shirt hung off her curves and barely covered the tops of her thighs only made her look sexier.

As he gazed at the woman that had chosen him, he felt a different kind of warmth begin competing with the torturous blaze at his back. When he did scoot closer to her, the effort not removing him from the sun as she was blocking him, he set a hand on her knee and she opened her eyes and turned to look at him.

"Why are you brushing your hair now?" he asked.

"Uh, cuz it's a rat's nest, doy," was her reply. "Unless you forgot, we took the day off yesterday and I wasn't exactly focused on how my hair looked."

Drakken thought back over their rather single-minded activities throughout the day prior. He remembered how in one moment of ecstasy, Shego had tossed her hair back and it had still fallen over her shoulders, sticking to the sweaty skin of her forehead, arms, and chest as they...reveled in their recent victory. He'd not noticed her hair becoming tangled, but only how it enhanced her natural beauty.

"It looked beautiful," he said languidly, idly caressing the soft-skin of her thigh.

She blinked at him in surprise until her expression softened.

"Yeah, well... The longer I leave it like this, the harder it'll be to brush later."

Drakken heard her, but his hand had begun wandering. He hadn't had any other intentions when his fingers slipped beneath the hem of the large t-shirt she wore, but discovering there was nothing beneath it sent his mind back to the events of the day prior, and forward to potential activities for that day.

"Shego, when you finish, what do you say to a trip to our lair in Alaska?"

When he looked back up at her face, he grinned as she seemed to be trying to ignore the now-deliberate actions of his fingers on her soft, sensitive flesh as she continued running the brush through her hair.

"Why?" she said, her breath hitching slightly.

"Because I need another day off... But away from this heat," he said pointedly.

Shego looked thoughtful, her smirk growing as she flinched when his feather-light touch beneath her shirt became ticklish.

"It's a date," she said, leaning down to place a quick peck on his lips before flipping her hair over her other shoulder to work on it from a new angle. She flinched again when Drakken's gentle caress turned into a very deliberate grope, and he smirked devilishly at the reaction it drew from her.

"Besides..." he continued, finally sitting up and tossing the blankets away in one swift, desperate move as he scooted out of the scorching rays of the sun and into the small patch of shaded relief on her side of the bed. He took a moment to catch his breath, setting his forearms on his bent knees as he tried to get air flowing over every part of his skin.

"Hmm?" Shego said, raising her brow. Drakken's gaze followed the flowing lengths of her hair and again remembered what it had looked like the day before, cascading over her bare shoulders like a waterfall as they made waves together.

He smirked at her. "We'll be making plenty of our own heat."

[bontenten]

Shape of Petals

02 Cold Dishes

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader WC: 5.6k Chapter Tags: historical au, royalty au, enemies-to-lovers, threats, kabedon

A/N: Thank you for the comments/rb tags in last chapter! Sanzu and Princess are finally butting heads? Except she...misses? How scummy is Left Chancellor Kisaki? And Shinichirou x Xin is now my otp. :)))

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After excusing yourself from Emma's palace, you make your way to your palace, Iridescent Star. You don't know what Emma told Sanzu earlier, but you reckon that it has something to do with how he's not pulling a disappearing act. With a soft rabbit in your arms soothing your mood, you push any worries about how to deal with Sanzu for later.

"Willow?" you call for your most trusted maid.

"Yes, Princess?"

"When we get back, have a section of the garden cleared for Sir Snowflake," you order, glancing down at the rabbit. "Maybe the area next to the peach blossom tree."

The maids off to the side bite their lips shut to stifle their laughter. While the Crown Prince can come up with elegant names, their princess certainly...has a special skill for naming things as well. Willow doesn't hold back her giggle, but nonetheless agrees and assures you that she'll have the playpen organized.

"What are all of you laughing for?" You frown, nuzzling Sir Snowflake closer. You hurry to explain, "His coat is fluffy and white like freshly fallen snow. And he's so well behaved like a gentleman."

Ignoring Willow's giggle, you frown at the quiet snort that escapes from Sanzu.

"Do you have a problem?"

To your surprise, Sanzu suddenly speaks up. His voice isn't as cold as before and seems rather friendly. "Princess, while you name...Sir Snowflake for the color of his coat, the name might not be the best fit. In warmer temperatures—"

"I like this name for him and so it shall be his name." If Sanzu were to compliment the name or say a few nice words about how cute the rabbit is, maybe you would just let him go. But it's clear as the bright, sunny day that he has opinions! Unwarranted ones too!

Ah, stepped on a landmine, Sanzu thinks and decides to say no more. What happens, happens, he supposes. The day when you wake up and find that creature looking completely different, he'll simply turn his head away in amusement. "Of course, Princess." Whatever you say.

You scrutinize him for a while longer, something about his response makes you feel particularly irritated, before walking ahead in wide steps. Wide for you and the others, but for Sanzu, it's quite the perfect and comfortable pace. It doesn't take long for you to feel the strain and fatigue from keeping up with that speed and naturally slows back down to leisurely steps.

Just beyond the rock garden, Sanzu spots two tall figures coming from a sidepath. The shorter one is wearing an embroidered uniform, long blonde hair trailing behind in a half updo. The other one is fully dressed in light armor, his dark black hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Matsuno Chifuyu and Baji Keisuke.

"Matsuno! Baji!"

A look of surprise briefly crosses their faces before seeing you cheerfully running towards them. Matsuno is a bit more reserved, deferring to a "Greetings, Princess", while Baji is much more animated. "The troublemaker princess! Fancy seeing you here!"

You pout and kick your foot out towards Baji's shin. "Commander Baji! This is my home, of course, I would be here." Probably other than your siblings, the only other person who dares to tease you to this extent is Baji. Pray tell, who else has the galls to call a member of the royal family troublemaker, and to their face?

Sanzu watches your interaction with the other two from a few feet away, expression relaxed, but the grip on the scabbard tightens slightly. It's not Matsuno Chifuyu that he's focused on, but rather the Grand Commander Baji that you're currently stamping your feet at. A full pout scrunches on your face because Baji has somehow gotten hold of Sir Snowflake and is currently holding said rabbit out of your reach. Poor rabbit, Sanzu thinks. No doubt, if his expression could be translated, it would be something like: What did I do to deserve this?

"I was the one who actually caught this guy you know!"

"If it weren't for Brother Mikey, you wouldn't have gone out to catch one for me."

"Baji, she has a point."

"Shut it Chifuyu, I trained the rabbit too!"

"We both did, Baji. Along with Tora."

A while later, Baji relaxes his relentless teasing and finally hands the rabbit back to you once he spots Sanzu standing close by. Baji studies him closely, scrutinizing him completely up and down, trying to measure his skill and purpose. He stalks up to Sanzu and folds his arms in front of his chest. "Who are you?"

Sanzu's expression is relaxed and polite; his eyes seem to be grinning. Sanzu crosses his hands into a fist and greets Baji. "Commander. I'm the princess's guard, Sanzu."

Baji glances at you through the corner of his eyes where you and Chifuyu are standing off to the side. Catching his look, you shrug and nod, eyes filled with all sorts of distaste and boredom, obviously not too pleased with Sanzu's presence.

"Since you're the princess's guard, surely you'll need to have some skill." Baji swings his sword towards Sanji, blade still sheathed in the dark scabbard. A challenge with a handicap.

Sanzu laughs softly. "I've long heard of Commander Baji's skills with lots of admiration. It's just that since I serve and protect the princess, I listen to her orders and only draw swords against intruders."

"Save your breath." Baji narrows his eyes and charges forward, aiming straight for Sanzu's throat.

Sanzu ducks under the swing and parries the next thrust. If Baji isn't drawing his blade, he doesn't plan to either. Sanzu has no desire to fight Baji. It's obvious from the humored way you are observing the fight that you're treating this spar as a moment of amusement.

"Hey! Don't be distracted!" Baji warns, clashing against Sanzu's defense.

Sanzu repositions his balance, clenching his hand around the scabbard. His palms feel tingly from catching Baji's blow. Each movement and swing from the grand commander is incredibly heavy and charged.

"It's been a while since I've had a good match," Baji compliments, fired up. "Not bad."

Baji borrows the rock formations as leverage to launch an aerial attack, but again, Sanzu counters. You and Matsuno watch the bouts go back and forth, back and forth, occasionally wincing here and there. You don't usually watch people spar, at all, and rely on Matsuno's occasional commentary to somewhat understand what's going on.

Soon, a bellowing laugh echoes from the distance, accompanied by a series of claps. "What a sight for me to see at my age? Youngblood and vigor, how wonderful."

Baji sees the two men coming over and ceases, ending the spar in a draw. He straightens out his clothes and greets the older gentleman. "Left Chancellor Kisaki."

Sanzu bows and quickly returns next to you. Willow leads you over towards the crowd.

Left Chancellor Kisaki and his son, Tetta, both bow to you. Left Chancellor Kisaki is one of the leading heads of the main officials and also a childhood friend of your father. He had served as your father's classmate back when both were still studying in the Imperial Academy. The Sano and Kisaki family, needless to say, have a very close bond. Left Chancellor Kisaki's primary wife is a distant aunt of yours, and his younger sister is also a favored concubine in the imperial harem.

Kisaki family members and students also take up a number of ranks in the bureaucracy. A few years ago, his son Tetta also earned first place in the civil service exam and is currently appointed as the Director of Treasury under the Ministry of Revenue. Even though you don't care enough about any political matters, Kisaki Tetta's genius and talent are something that you hear all too many times as well.

"What business do you have here at this hour Left Chancellor?" you ask thoughtfully.

He bows slightly. "After the morning audience with the Crown Prince, I was called over to meet the King."

"Since Father is asking for you, I won't keep you busy. Please go ahead," you say, a courteous smile on your face.

"Of course." He sees the rabbit in your arms and his face brightens a bit. "I see that your highness has taken a liking to animals. That snow hare is a fine creature."

"Yes. He's quite gentle and playful."

"In our family garden, there are a few that are rare and amusing. If this is of interest, I'll have Tetta bring them for you to see."

Kisaki bows to you and acknowledges his father's words. "Mother is quite fond of these small animals too. The Princess must get this from her aunt," he says, a wide smile plastered on his face.

Sanzu's eyes narrow at Kisaki's choice of words. You seem to also pick up something off. Distant aunt, you want to correct. You don't even remember exactly how you're related to the Kisaki Matriarch.

Baji laughs and claps a hand onto Left Chancellor Kisaki's shoulder. "It's a shame though, her highness isn't trying to host a zoo in her garden. Left Chancellor is so kind to the princess, even willing to offer up the madam's beloved pets."

To others, it seems more like an overly friendly gesture, but Baji's grip is actually quite heavy and tight. Left Chancellor Kisaki grunts slightly under the pressure, feeling his right hand starting to go slightly numb. Tetta steps forward and puts a hand over Baji's, warning him to unhand his father. He slots himself in-between and rather cheerfully explains, "My father has always longed for a daughter and I have no sister. Since he grew up together with the King, he has also watched both princesses grow up over the years. It's not unusual for him to be fond of her highness. Moreover, as the royal family's subject, ensuring that the master is pleased is of utmost importance."

An aura of unease and tension falls over the garden. For a moment, no one is sure who should follow up next.

"I'm quite tired now," you finally say, breaking the silence. "Gentleman, lovely meeting all of you here. I shall take my leave. Willow?"

"Yes, Princess." Willow takes Sir Snowflake from you and leads you back onto the path towards your palace. Sanzu doesn't spare an extra glance towards the four other men either and follows behind.

Seeing you leave, Matsuno clears his throat and nudges Baji as a reminder. Baji seems to suddenly remember that the two of them have an audience with Prince Manjirou. Father and son also excuse themselves. Soon, the rock garden returns to its quiet tranquility.

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Laying down comfortably in your own quarters is one of the most relaxing feelings. You can kick your shoes off, disregard your image here in Iridescent Star. While you're sprawled out on the bamboo mat, Sir Snowflake explores his new home, sniffing at the mat and then jumping onto the desk and interacting with all sorts of curious scents and shapes.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

You sit up and see Sir Snowflake expertly gnawing on the wooden handle of your expensive brushes. "Hey! Bad! Bad!" you scold while pulling the brush out from between its teeth. A few chunks are already missing, the glue keeping the hair in the handle completely undone. Brush hairs are everywhere. The brush hair is from a hare, you frown awkwardly and set the brush aside.

Snowflake bounds out from your hands, his thumping feet shoving the inkwell off the table and slamming right onto your foot. "Ow! Snowflake!" You make a blind grab for the darting animal, whose movements become a bit more erratic. "Snowflake, it's okay. You're okay! Come here!"

Willow comes in and bows. "Princess, the garden is organized now." Alarm flashes across her face when she sees you disheveled and entangled with an escaping creature.

"Excellent!" You manage to catch Snowflake and jump to your feet. "Sir Snowflake, let's go see your home! Be good! Behave."

The fenced section for Sir Snowflake is quite large, the fence barrier is just under knee-high. The design of your palace garden is particularly homey, with a peach blossom tree proudly standing in the center. The grass padding offers space to dart around and with the green covered with fallen peach blossom petals, Snowflake seems to be darting around in his natural snowy habitat. At least here, he can run around and not have to worry about messing up anything.

"I think he really likes it!" you exclaim to Willow next to you. "Ah, remember to tell the kitchen to prepare his meals on time. It must be the freshest vegetables we have and make sure they wash it multiple times, otherwise, Snowflake might have a tummy ache. Hm...no, I think I'll have to do it myself. Remind me, Willow, when it's time for..."

Willow laughs and nods, following after your steps. "Yes, Princess." When it concerns something she loves, the princess can truly get carried away sometimes.

After the one-sided wrestling match with Snowflake, your dress is completely messed. Tiny hairs cling onto the silk and to your horror, a good splotch of ink stains dot the fabric. Not to mention, the dull throb on your foot. Today's definitely not a good day, you think. First a headache and now a foot ache. What's next, heartache?  You shrug and let Willow help you into a set of clean clothes.

"Willow?" While thinking about "headache", you turn your thoughts over to your new guard. After returning back to the palace, you dismissed him already. So, at this moment, you're not really sure where he's off to now. "Do you know where Sanzu went off to?"

"I saw him circling around near the kitchen and study room a while ago," she answers. "At first I thought he might be lost, but he just said he's 'getting acquainted with the surroundings.' Did Princess have something to ask him?"

She finishes securing the last ribbon and goes to the dresser to pick out a few different pibo shawls that match your dress for you to choose from.

"No, just curious. It's still kind of weird to have him around. He's not like a new maid sent over to the kitchen or something. And he's certainly not like you or Granny Rong. How am I supposed to even interact with him?" You pick out a tie-dyed silk shawl that was a gift from your sister-in-law, the Crown Princess.

Willow drapes the light fabric over one shoulder. "I've been serving the princess since I was six and Granny Rong is the princess's wet nurse. Naturally, it's not the same. As for interaction, it's completely up to you, Princess. You are the master and he is the servant."

Willow's words seem to light up something in you. A sudden revelation comes to you. "Willow, you're right. Frankly, I find his mask really unnerving. I can never tell if he's smiling or not. When he is—", an image of his lashes crosses your mind, "—it seems completely fake! Like he's mocking me or something!" I feel like an absolute joke under his gaze, you want to add. But that line is much too embarrassing and you swallow the thought completely.

"Then why not just have him take it off?" Willow suggests, tidying up after you.

"True. Very true," you mutter to yourself, walking out from behind the folded screen.

--

The sun during spring isn't harsh like the summer sun, but after sitting under the bright light for a period of time, Sanzu decides to switch over to the shade of the peach blossom branches. Snowflake freezes when he senses a presence approaching but soon returns to his curiosities with the twigs and grasses in his pen.

Before in the fifth division, Sanzu rarely got to enjoy any downtime at all. Missions crossed over with missions. It was either that or nursing an injury. Or spending hours in a dark, musty cellar that would stink of blood, trying to get a confession from a suspect. Dozing like this is something akin to a vacation that doesn't exist. He evaluates again if this is Prince Manjirou's punishment or a twisted reward telling him to relax. The assignment came so quickly and suddenly. He wasn't even aware of what Prince Manjirou was up to when he was called over. Because of a single assassination attempt, you need him around at all times? If a princess must fear for her life in her own palace, Baji Keisuke should automatically lose his job. What is the Grand Commander of the imperial guards doing?

The flowers and leaves rustle from a breeze, within the air is a scent of something else. Sanzu's eyes snap open. Quickly unsheathing his sword, he swiftly clashes blades against the intruder. Metal grates against metal in a locked scrape. This person has been creeping around for a while now, letting his presence out for Sanzu to detect only to disappear immediately; almost as if they are asking Sanzu to chase after them. After their first escape, Sanzu has been playing a waiting game with them for the whole day now. Sanzu gambled that if they have a motive, they would soon have their patience worn thin. Look, here they are.

"Sanzu, it's me," a deep voice says.

The killing intent in Sanzu's eyes diminishes. "Muto," Sanzu acknowledges, recognizing his old partner from the fifth division. He carefully sheaths his sword. "What business do you have in the princess's palace? This isn't a place you can just loiter around."

Muto chuckles and sheaths his sword as well before kicking back and sitting down on one of the great branches, pulling his own uniform mask down. "Just wanted to come and check on you to see if your senses have dulled at all."

"You underestimate me."

"Just a joke, Sanzu," Muto chortles and reaches out to clap Sanzu on the back. "What a nice job you have, next to beauties all day. Unlike the rest of us, still cooped in the dark."

Sanzu catches his wrist. "I don't believe you're here to merely catch up on old times, Muto."

Cold as always, Muto grins to himself and gets to the main purpose of his visit. "Yesterday, Commander Baji got into another argument with the officials. This time it's the second son of the Minister of Public Works."

"I'm no longer affiliated with the fifth division."

"But you were the person investigating him all this time, no?" Muto studies Sanzu's face carefully. Even if one keeps his face covered all the time, eyes should give something away. But the young man's expression is unreadable, deep, and murky like water in a well.

"Now that I'm no longer a part of the fifth division, naturally, I have no more interest in its matters. Anything relevant has been reported accordingly to the superiors. If you are interested, you can go ask them." After going about in a few circles, Sanzu's message should be clear. You won't get any information from me. I don't call you out because we once worked together. Do not cross the line.

"It's fine if you don't say anything. Maybe it's better to not get yourself involved in any way." Muto stands up, sword in grip. "By the way...your little princess seems to admire the Great Commander."

Sanzu is aware that Muto has been tailing behind since exiting the Southern Book Hall, and as a result must have also seen the exchange by the rock garden. "It's her highness's personal matter," Sanzu states. You have full autonomy over whom you want to favor, or not.

Muto more or less expects a response like that from Sanzu. He hums quietly and slips on his mask before leaving as quickly as he came.

Sanzu glances at Sir Snowflake nibbling on a piece of lettuce and relaxes on the branch again. Admire the Great Commander? Sanzu scoffs and twirls a twig between his fingers. The more important aspect is probably Kisaki's admiration of the princess.

Years in the dark and living on the edge has made Sanzu particularly sensitive to the microexpressions of those around him. The focused gaze you have on Baji and the faint twitch of your eyebrows... the glow in Kisaki's eyes and plastered grin. Sanzu has seen more than enough fake smiles and faked plenty of them himself.

--

Around dinner time, the inside of the palace is lit up with plenty of lanterns and candles. Plates full of your favorite dishes are closely packed together on the dining table. Normally just three or four dishes suffice, but tonight, you especially had the kitchen prepare twice the amount. Willow finishes trimming the wick and goes to check if more incense is needed in the iron burner.

"Princess, this incense is so lovely, it's very calming and relaxing."

You twirl the chopstick in your hand and grin. "Of course. Sister Emma always shares all the nice things she has. As long as I ask, she doesn't refuse." The delicious scent of food wafts over, stirring your appetite. "Willow, if you're done, you can go rest."

Willow frowns, confused why she is being ushered away. "But I always attend to you during meals."

"Don't worry, I'm fine by myself here." You wave her off, impatient to shoo her away. "If there's something, I'll call for you!"

Willow doesn't argue and excuses herself, shutting the door behind her. Suddenly, the room becomes unusually quiet, and for a moment you're unused to being the only person in the room. Willow is practically joined to you at the hip. You can probably count the number of times she wasn't with you since first meeting her with both hands. And before meeting Willow? You're too young to remember anything. Unable to contain yourself before color cuisine, you allow yourself to try a little bit of everything. After all, one can't battle on an empty stomach. Bite after bite, everything tastes like heaven. You are completely wrapped up in the blend of flavors and exceptional textures that you nearly forget the whole purpose of your special dinner.

You sip your drink and clear your throat. "Sanzu, please come here," you order in the most composed voice you can muster. Carefully, tactfully.

A knock comes immediately from behind the door. After making sure you are sitting up straight and regal, you allow him to come in.

Sanzu greets you and asks, "Is something the matter, Princess?"

Cue. You sigh and lift your chopsticks, pointing at the half-eaten banquet for one in front of you. "Now that you ask, there really is something. I was feeling hungrier than usual today, so I had the kitchen add a few more dishes. But what do you know? It turns out that there's too much."

Sanzu's eyes scan the table quickly. "Should I call for Willow to come to clean up?"

You grin and rest your chin on the palm of a hand. "Nah. I was thinking, it's quite the difficult work being a guard. You always...have to be on guard. And considering how you're new to this palace, as your master, I should ensure that you feel comfortable. Why don't you join me for a meal? It'll be such a waste of the kitchen's efforts otherwise."

A vein twitches in Sanzu's head. He courteously responds, "I'm grateful for your highness's benevolence. But it's improper to sit at the same table as the master."

His aggravation doesn't register to you at all as you laugh and try again. "Don't worry, don't worry! The food's really good! Try it!" You even hold out a piece with your chopsticks. Embarrassment burns your cheeks as you mentally slap yourself for actually lowering yourself down to offering food like this to someone of Sanzu's stature. But curiosity. Morbid curiosity drives people to do things they don't expect.

Sanzu's expression is still cold and distant. "Since the food is to the princess's taste, please enjoy some more. I wouldn't want to take anything the princess likes."

After a few unsuccessful exchanges, Sanzu's patience finally wears thin. He circles around the table, eyeing the delicacies and how much of each plate you have touched. "The princess is more curious about what's under my mask rather than sincerely offering me a meal."

"But look, there's too much."

You swallow hard, with his accusation right on point. There's no point going around in circles anymore, you might as well also be straightforward. "Since you already know, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm afraid I cannot comply with that," Sanzu responds coolly. He has had the mask on for many, many years now, and ever since he first donned the fabric, he has never taken it off in front of another person. The punishment and shame beneath are his and his only. He won't allow anyone else to witness it. You cannot, and neither can Manjirou or Shinichirou, even if they ask.

"Why? Are you disfigured? Do you have ugly teeth? What are you hiding?"

"All of us in the fifth division need to hide our identity."

You slam your hand down on the table in annoyance. A slight burn runs across your palms. "Sanzu! You don't have a choice, this is an order!"

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," Sanzu finishes quickly and prepares to leave.

"Wait!" Your arm darts out to reach for his sleeve. The next thing you know, a slam impact knocks the wind out of you. You're too shocked to even say anything, mouth opening and closing a few times. You're not even sure what happened, but he's so close to you. Sanzu's grip on your wrist is painfully tight. His forearm presses your body flush against the pillar next to the table.

The edge of the fabric is right there, the ties behind his ear starting to loosen slightly. Up close, you can see the outline of his nose and lips through the mask, the shape is very sharp and clean. You suppose that Sanzu without the mask...would actually look quite decent. Maybe even nice-looking. This is probably your only chance. The other hand makes another reach to pull the mask off.

"Princess, this game isn't very fun." Sanzu quickly pins the other hand too. "I have my limits too."

"I'm just curious..."

"Haven't you heard that curiosity killed the cat?"

"I'm not a cat."

You might as well be, Sanzu thinks, eyeing your glare. Your lips are slightly parted, the nervous deep breaths you're taking causing your chest to press against his arm. He barely hears your angry remarks for him to unhand you. "Nasty and gross", you call him. And suddenly, the phrase unspeakable nasty briefly crosses Sanzu's mind before he kicks the thought into the abyss, and lets you go in an instant, as though any part of him that has touched you are burning with infernal fire.

You were about to headbutt him just now, and suddenly your balance falls forward with momentum, your target already out of range. Sanzu sees and catches your shoulder, turning your around in time to sit you back into your seat perfectly. After getting pulled and yanked, the whole room feels like it's spinning. The door closes shut and Sanzu is gone from the room, leaving you and the cold dishes and the fleeting impression of a quiet apology.

In the skirmish, the teacup is knocked over, spilling the tea all over the table and over the edge. Based on where the watermarks are, the remaining liquid should drip to exactly where you are sitting. A silent shout forms when the cool dampness seeps through the multiple layers of your dress and touches your skin.

"WILLOW!" you shout, jumping up and kicking the stool over.

"Princess?" Willow hurries in after hearing your distressed cry. "What's wrong?"

You bite your lip and frown, gathering your thoughts and words into something sensible. I wanted to coerce Sanzu to show me his face against his wishes by bribing him with food, but then he shoved me against the pillar and then sat me down on a wet chair. You smiled and pointed at the table. "I don't like these foods. Please take them away."

Willow calls in a few other maidservants to help. "That's odd, these are normally your favorites?" And you did eat quite a bit already...

"Too salty, too bland, too sweet, too bitter, too spicy," you criticize each dish while they are being cleared. "I never want to see them again."

"Is there anything else?" Willow asks. "If you'd like I can have the kitchen make something else."

"Forget it," you huff and march over to behind the painted folded screen. "My clothes are dirty. Go get the bath ready."

Willow has more than enough experience dealing with a capricious princess. She chuckles and has two other maidservants get the bath water ready. Then, Willow joins you behind the screen and helps you out of your many, many layers of robes.

--

The cloak of night covers the palace grounds. A despairing shout echoes through the Palace of Everlasting Fortune. King Sano wakes up in shivers, cold sweat soaking his sleeping garments completely through. His topknot is completely loose--wet, greying hair falling around his head like a madman. Close attendants surround him with worry and fear. The images of the past, their curses, and warnings, pulse throughout King Sano's mind. White hair, like pure undyed silk, chokes him. You will pay back what you owe, Sano. Her voice, poison. This is karma.

"Call for the Crown Prince!" His voice is hoarse from the night terror. "Immediately!"

When Crown Prince Shinichirou arrives at his father's resting quarters, King Sano has already changed into clean clothes. No signs of dishevelment are visible except for the slight tremble of his hands and the wary look in his eyes. "Father, what is the reason you have called for me so late? Do you feel unwell?" Shinichirou asks with concern.

King Sano grips Shinichirou's hands tightly and waives off all other attendants in the room, leaving space for the father and son to converse privately.

Crown Princess Xin is still pacing in the sleeping quarters of the Eastern Palace. The maid she sent over to the Palace of Everlasting Fortune was unable to get any information on why her husband was called over or how long he would be gone.

She is about to try again when the maids notify her that Shinichirou has returned. Xin hurries over and helps him take off the outer robes, handing them off to the maids to fold and put away.

"Why has Father called for you so late?" She asks, pouring a cup of tea for him.

Shinichirou sips the warm drink and shakes his head. "Nothing much. He's just asking about how much work I have, that's all. Don't worry."

Xin huffs and sits next to him, after pouring a cup for herself. "How can I not worry? You haven't gotten a good night's sleep in such a long time."

Shinichirou has already grown up without a particularly strong body. Since taking over all courtly affairs, all of the added stress and fatigue have resulted in perpetual dark circles settling under his eyes. Xin can tell that his whole frame has thinned and each time she finds him asleep at the study table or nodding off during dinner, it tears her apart. She keeps telling him that with Father ill, the kingdom can't afford for their Crown Prince to also fall. Rest is paramount.

"It's my responsibility," Shinichirou says softly. The drought near the northern borders has been a problem for the last few years. Famine and crop loss have been difficult to manage. People are migrating south and westwards. Robbery is on the rise. Money and manpower are needed to rebuild flood dams in the south. Lost territory must be reclaimed. And there are many more other things on his mind that he can think of.

Xin frowns and rubs her temples thinking about the stacks upon stacks of reports Shinichirou has to read through and address every day. "It's not just yours. Why else do we have so many courtiers and officials then? There's plenty of talent offering their services. Have them think of solutions.  What about General Kurokawa? I heard many good things about him. Manjirou's back now too, so there should be more help..."

Shinichirou nods as he listens to his wife become more and more animated with her complaints and frustrations. He knows that as Crown Prince, he is in no position to complain or take it easy. While others will only look at him and demand more and more, it's always only Xin who thinks on his behalf about any injustice he faces. He holds her hand in his as he starts to lead her over to the bed. He knows that if he doesn't, she'll sit in the same spot and continue her rambles throughout the entire night. By the time both of them are tucked in bed and the candles are blown out, Crown Princess Xin has long shifted topics from Shinichirou onto the Flower Viewing event that she's currently busy preparing for.

"Shin, what do you think?" she asks excitedly, without any hint of fatigue.

Sleep gnaws at Shinichirou from the moment his head hits the pillow. "I think...it'll be great. Anything you do. Perfect," he mumbles, fatigue weighing down on his lips. "Let's talk....tomorrow....tomorrow..."

What a joy and blessing it is to have married Xin. Shinichirou pulls her into his arms, feeling completely at ease with soft body warmth pressed against his, her fragrance calming his mind. Xin can tell Shinichirou is finally succumbing to sleep. A loving smile spreads on her face when she hears the soft, rhythmic snores from the man holding her. If she didn't go on her onslaught of rambles, slowly soothing Shinichirou into sleep, he would probably end up going to his study to continue work. This way, at least he'll get some rest for sure. She snuggles closer and soon also drifts into sleep.

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GOD….. THE OUTFIT??? THE DATE ?? I AM NEVER GOING TO GET OVER THIS

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Gonna make this as being something set before anything happened with them; so it's just crushing.

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A/N: Just pure, cheesy (and at a moment cliche) fluff. Tagging the IA taglist just in case they need something to hold them over before the next chapter.

The grassy plains stretched on for miles, no civilization in sight; the land would be deserted if not for the encampment of troops stationed there for the night. Tents were erected around the field, with troopers' loud voices carrying through the air as they sat around campfires. Rex patrolled on the outskirts of the camp, seeking a bit of solace and quiet after a long day. Something it was obvious he needed, when he pulled his blaster out at the first rustling behind him.

"Woah there, Captain," Talia soothed, her hands held up, hints of a small smile flicking on her lips at Rex's stiff form. Rex holstered his blaster, relaxing his shoulders and nodding at her apologetically.

"Sorry about that General, didn't think anyone else would be out here," Rex explained, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Talia waved him off and stepping closer, Rex's still heart racing from being surprised.

"Don't worry about it, I was the one sneaking around. What brings you out here this fine evening?" Talia asked, crossing her arms in front of her as she shivered slightly.

"Just a walk around the perimeter," Rex answered promptly, gesturing to the camp behind them. They stood staring at each other, the knee high blades of grass swaying around them, Rex's hands resting on his belt and Talia gripping the sleeves of her grey tunic. She nodded at him with a brief smile and started to turn when Rex stuttered out his own question, "Uh, what are you up to, General?"

She tilted her head up, "There's a meteor shower I wanted to check out. Care to join me?"

"Oh I don't think I should-"

"It's alright, Captain, I think you could use the peace and quiet." When Rex shuffled awkwardly she fixed him with a pointed gaze, "You almost shot me; you can't deny that you need to unwind."

Walking away, she turned her head back at him, a teasing glint in her eyes. Rex had to let loose a grin, shaking his head as he stepped after her, his heart thudding from the victorious chuckle that escaped her.

She plopped down on the ground a few yards away, patting a spot next to her for Rex. His gaze flickered back to the camp; the height of the grass mixed with the darkness meant that no one would see them so he could escape any baseless teasing remarks from his brothers. He slowly crouched next to her, shuffling to sit on crossed legs, tilting his head up at the sky.

In the camp he hadn't really paid attention to the sparkling dusts of the star clusters above them, but the night sky was filled with more colors of stars than he thought possible to see from land. Flecks of white, blue and even some spots of magenta layered among the black; sights he had seen from space travel before but there was something marvelous about seeing it from a planet's surface, the contrast of the land and the way the sky curved above him. His eyes narrowed as he tried to focus on spots, searching for the meteors Talia mentioned.

"What's special about this shower?" Rex asked, his tone light as he tried to broach the silence.

"The Atreides Shower happens in this quadrant of the galaxy roughly every hundred years," Talia explained, her face lit up in fascination, her skin slightly glowing from the iridescent light of the stars. "But most of the planets in its visibility have too much light pollution to ever witness it; this world is one of the few exceptions."

"Surprised there aren't people who travel in for that kind of spectacle," Rex said, gazing out at the empty field in front of them. "Suppose the war must be a complication for tourists."

"That and it's one of the most difficult showers to actually see," Talia said. At Rex's confused look, she explained, leaning back on her forearms to stare at the sky, "It's an astronomical phenomena; the pace of the shower is mostly unpredictable; there's a rough estimate of when it will occur but no one's ever mapped it accurately.

Rex couldn't hold back the laugh he huffed, transforming it into a cough at Talia's glare. "I'm sorry, General, but you're sitting out here waiting for a shower that might not even happen?"

Talia's glare lessened as she simply shrugged, turning back to the stars. "Sometimes the greatest joys come from the unexpected. You can chart everything out, and plan every part of life; but the true excitement comes from the unknown."

"Is that some sort of..Jedi wisdom?" Rex remarked sarcastically.

"Yes." She responded bluntly, hitting Rex with a stern look. Rex straightened, immediately regretting his attempt at humour and thinking he had overstepped when Talia's visage broke and she slipped into laughter. Rex shook his head, a grin stretching on his face as he glanced up in time to see streaks of gold stretching across the sky.

"Talia," he muttered, his hand resting on hers to grab her attention. At her wide eyed glance, he pulled it back and tilted his head at the sky.

Her lips parted in a small squeak as she took in the shower above them, her eyes growing wider in excitement. Talia leaned back further till her back rested on the grass, unbridled joy and awe filling her face as she watched the meteors shoot across the sky.

Rex couldn't bring his own gaze away from her face. The way the streaks of stars reflected in her amazed eyes, taking in every moment. The excited glee filling her expression, the way her lips quirked up as she watched the glimmering sky above her.

"It's beautiful," Talia exhaled in a soft voice, her eyes locked ahead.

A small smile crept on Rex's face as he watched her, a steady calm settling over him as he muttered, "Yeah, sure is."

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azula for the character ask! :)

I'm so delighted that you asked for Azula @burst-of-iridescent because she's the queen of my heart <3

favorite thing about them - This is so hard to answer, because I honestly love everything about her, even the things that are hugely unsympathetic. Maybe that's what I love most. That she's so many things that women and girls aren't "supposed" to be: ambitious, confident, spiteful, aggressive, cunning. Azula is all of that and more, and she doesn't apologize for any of it.

least favorite thing about them - Watching her cruelty towards Zuko can be rough. I understand why their relationship looks like it does, but as someone who adores Zuko, it still hurts sometimes.

favorite line - "Trust is for fools. Fear is the only reliable way." Because it says SO much about the way Azula thinks.

brOTP - This is cheating since he actually IS her brother lmao but Zuko and Azula. I love the idea of them recovering from their childhood trauma and becoming ride or die siblings someday.

OTP - Azula/Sokka. This ship has consumed my life and I'm not sorry.

nOTP - I don't have an Azula nOTP, but if there's an Azula ship that makes me *head scratch* a little it's Azula/Ty Lee. Only because I feel like if you're going to pair Azula with either of her friends, Mai and Azula have much more potential. I'd probably write something for them if I wasn't such a Mailee monoshipper lol. Regardless, to each their own, and I wish all the Azula/Ty Lee shippers well!

random headcanon - Azula has natural talent for many things (drawing, engineering, music) but never had the chance to develop those skills because she was pushed to focus on firebending.

unpopular opinion - She's not a dom. Azula strikes me as someone who spends so much of her time ordering other people around and making important decisions, that in bed she prefers to be taken care of more than obeyed.

song i associate with them - So many, but for the moment I'll say "Prodigal" by the Unions.

favorite picture of them - Any and all!

Wow this is entirely too much information, but if anybody wants to ask me for another character, go for it! I'll try not to be so long-winded next time lol

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Umemiya Seichi

❅  [H] Dating ♡ - @/kaaytea

Yuuki Tetsuya

❅  [H] Dating ♡ - @/kaaytea

Ships

FuruMiyu

DOUJINSHI ❅  You Can Sleep, I’ll Just Have My Way (M) ☆ -  @/diamonddropscans

ChriSawa

DOUJINSHI ❅  Oyasumi (Good Night) Paradox (M) ☆ -  @/diamonddropscans

KuraMiyuSawa

❅  Love Languages (M) ♕♡ - wbtrashking [ao3] ❅  Tempo Rubato ♡ - rosesandthorons [ao3]

KuraSawa*** (OTP)

❅  Boyfriend (M) ☆ - wbtrashking [ao3] ❅  Sundrop (M) ☆ - saroku [ao3]

COMIC ❅  Strokes of Iridescence ☆ - @/simplylilyyy

RyouHaru

❅  Haruichi’s Dreams ♡ - shiukomaki [ao3]

SanaSawa

❅  Yellow Daffodils ☆- mqs [ao3]

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Imagine Your OTP

Both Person A and Person B have suffered hardship and their own loneliness throughout their own lives before meeting each other. But once they did everything felt different, it felt wonderful and as things went on they confessed to each other...

Person A: (Teary eyed says) “I never really thought I could ever be this happy! *Tries to wipe the overflowing droplets from their eyes* “I always thought I would be alone forever condemned to being unwanted and unloved. I-I never thought I could really be loved by anyone and for it to be you~ Brilliant, wonderful you!”

Person B: (now starting to cry) “And you never have to be alone again, w-we’ll never have to be alone again~ *Takes Person A hands in theirs* “Person A, I will always love you and cherish you! Person A you are the light, in which your iridescent can never be outshines by the sun! I love you~”

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I'm new to Bluepulse, any good fan fics or authors you reccomend?

Welcome to the fandom! Bluepulse is my OTP!

As far as fan fictions go, I have written a few myself and posted them on AO3 under the same username I go by on here.

Other bluepulse authors that are absolutely wonderful are @bluepulsebluepulse, @ivettxwrites, @incorrectbatfam, and @distance-of-song (National Nobody on AO3). @secondgenerationnerd also takes bluepulse requests here on tumblr, and my askbox is always open for drabble and HC requests!

As for fics, I’ll give you my top 10!

And Again by Barkour Absolutely my favorite bluepulse fic ever written. Just a slice of life oneshot that delves into Bart and Jaime’s life when they’re older. I’ve read this one about a million times.

In Every Beat by Incorrectbatfam Super cute Coco AU exploring Jaime teaching Bart about Dia de Los Muertos.

Reversed by Bluepulsebluepulse AMAZING FIC ALL ROUND exploring what would happen if Jaime was the one who had traveled to the past to fix the timeline rather than Bart.

Remember Me (the Story of Us) by National_Nobody Cute and angsty established relationship WIP where Bart loses his memories and Jaime has to remind him about their relationship, how far they’ve come together and how much he loves him.

A New Home for Them All by Bluepulsebluepulse A collection of cute, humorous little scenarios involving Jaime and Bart buying and moving into their first house together.

Better Get in Character by Khaki_Da A little bit of a longer fic, but def worth the read! Explores a LOT about Bart’s character and all of the secrets he’s kept since coming back to the past.

When I Don’t Remember You by Angelatflightrosk SUPER FUCKING ANGSTY this one hits me right in the feels every time, but it is SO well written. Best to have a box of tissues nearby if you read this one.

You’re the Light I Follow by Ivettxwrites Another angsty one focusing on how Jaime helps Bart cope after Joan’s death.

Strength in all its Forms by Tiritiri_Matangi A long one, but very well written, focusing on Bart and how he’s had to adjust the the past, as well as how the past has adjusted to him.

The whole Young Justice: Iridescent series Focuses on the whole YJ team with some other DC characters thrown in, but Bluepulse is the main couple focused on throughout the four part series.

Enjoy bluepulsing! And don’t be shy to reach out with a drabble request if you have anything in mind!