#peacefulness all around. a rare sighting in blue lock

[littencloud9]

omg they’re so cute help me

[lxndonorris]

a perfect summer break - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x Y/N Theme: a little bit of everything, mostly fluff spending time on Charles's yacht during the summer break with a wet surprise for Charles x word count: 3415+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

The Mediterranean sun shines brightly in the cloudless sky, casting a golden glow across the still waters. The only sounds are the gentle lapping of the waves against the yacht and the occasional cry of a seagull soaring high above. It is the perfect day—warm, peaceful, and serene—the kind of day made for relaxation and enjoying life's little pleasures.

Inside the luxurious cabin of the yacht, you stretch lazily, the feeling of pure contentment filling every fiber of your being. The smell of saltwater mixed with the faint scent of sunscreen lingers in the air, a comforting reminder that you're far away from the bustling world of Formula 1. It's summer break, and there's no better way to spend it than out here on the open sea, alone with the person you adore.

You take a moment to appreciate the opulence around you. The yacht, sleek and modern, in a world unto itself, with every amenity one could desire. The cabin is cool and shaded, a stark contrast to the heat outside. But while the interior is lovely, it's the world beyond that calls to you—the endless blue of the ocean, the warmth of the sun, and, of course, Charles.

You slip into a light cover-up and head out of the cabin, your bare feet padding softly across the wooden deck. The sound of the sea becomes more pronounced as you open the door, and your heart skips a beat as you see him—Charles Leclerc, your boyfriend—standing at the edge of the yacht, his hands casually on the railing.

He looks stunning, as always. His swim shorts hug his lean, toned body, accentuating the muscles he's worked so hard to maintain. A few pieces of jewelry—a necklace, a couple of rings, and his ever-present sunglasses—glint in the sunlight, adding to his effortlessly cool demeanor. The sun casts a warm glow on his skin, though you notice he's starting to turn a bit red. 

Despite the slight burn, he looks utterly relaxed, his usual intensity replaced with a rare tranquility.

Charles is gazing out at the horizon, lost in thought, when you step closer. His hair, tousled by the sea breeze, flutters lightly, and the corners of his mouth curve up as if he senses your approach. 

The sight of him like this, so calm and content, fills you with a warm affection. You move silently, your fingers itching to touch him, to close the distance between you.

When you finally reach him, you gently run your hand along his broad shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingertips. Charles tenses slightly at the unexpected touch, then relaxes, a soft hum escaping his lips as your hand trails down his spine and along his waist.

He turns his head slowly, and you're greeted by that irresistible smile—the one that makes your heart flutter no matter how many times you've seen it.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, his voice soft and full of affection.

You smile back, your fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Hey, you. Enjoying the sun?"

"Mmm, always," he replies, leaning into your touch. "Though I think I might be getting a bit too much of it."

You laugh softly, your hand now resting on his side. "You might be right about that. A little red, but still looking fantastic."

Charles chuckles; the sound low and warm. He removes his sunglasses and sets them down on the nearby table, revealing those stunning green eyes that always seem to capture your soul. They are so clear, so expressive, and they lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

For a moment, you just stand there, soaking in the beauty of the moment, the comfort of being with him. His presence is all-encompassing, yet never overwhelming. It's as if the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, here on this yacht, floating in the vastness of the sea.

Breaking the comfortable silence, you ask with a playful glint in your eyes. "Do you have your phone on you?"

Charles raises an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by the question. "No why?"

You smile mischievously, stepping a little closer. "Good, because the water is calling you."

Before he can react, you give him a gentle push, sending him over the edge of the yacht. His eyes widen in surprise, and he lets out a half-laugh, half-shriek as he tumbles into the crystal-clear water below. 

There is a loud splash, followed by a moment of silence as you watch the spot where he disappeared.

You giggle, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and mischief. You love teasing him like this, knowing he'll be plotting his revenge the moment he surfaces. 

Without wasting another second, you dive in after him, the cool water a refreshing shock against your sun-warmed skin.

You emerge from the water, gasping slightly at the temperature difference. The sun overhead feels hotter now, the rays reflecting off the water's surface in dazzling patterns. 

But there is no sign of Charles. You glance around, treading water, a playful sense of unease creeping in.

Where did he go?

Just as you're about to call out his name, something grabs you from behind, pulling you underwater. You let out a startled yelp before being submerged, bubbles escaping your lips as you twist around. 

When you resurface, sputtering and laughing, you find Charles grinning at you, his hair slicked back from the water, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Gotcha!" he exclaims, his laughter mixing with yours.

You splash him in retaliation, and soon you're both engaged in a playful water fight, your laughter echoing across the empty sea. It's a liberating feeling, being out here with him, away from the pressures of his career and the constant media attention. 

Here, you're just two people in love, enjoying each other's company in the most carefree way possible.

After a while, you tire of the game, and Charles swims closer, wrapping his arms around you. You lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder as you both float lazily in the water, letting the gentle waves rock you back and forth.

"This is perfect," you murmur against his skin, closing your eyes as you soak in the moment.

"Yeah," Charles agrees, his voice soft in your ear. "It really is. Just you and me, the sun, and the sea. No races, no schedules, no nothing."

You nod, feeling completely at peace. Being with Charles like this, away from everything, makes you realize just how much you treasure these quiet moments together.

It's in these times that you see a different side of him—the side that's not the fierce competitor or the media darling, but the man who loves you with all his heart.

Eventually, you both decide to head back to the yacht, your limbs feeling pleasantly tired from the swim. Charles climbs up the ladder first, offering you his hand as you follow. 

The sun hits you with full force once you're back on deck, and you shiver slightly as the breeze picks up, cooling the droplets of water clinging to your skin.

"Let's let the sun dry us off," Charles suggests, gesturing to the cushioned lounge chairs that are perfectly positioned to catch the sunlight.

You agree, and the two of you settle down next to each other, lying on your backs with your faces turned up toward the sky. The warmth of the sun soon chases away the chill, and you close your eyes, feeling yourself drift into that pleasent, lazy state that only comes on the most perfect summer days.

As you lie side by side, Charles shifts closer, the space between you disappearing until he's right there beside you. Without hesitation, he moves to join you on the same lounge chair, adjusting himself so that you're nestled comfortably together. 

There's just enough room for both of you, and you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.

As you lie nestled together, the familiar scent of Charles reaches your nose—a mixture of salt from the sea, the lingering freshness of his cologne, and that indefinable warmth that is uniquely his.

It's a scent you've come to love—one that instantly calms you and fills you with a deep sense of comfort. You breathe it in deeply, letting it envelop you, and a soft smile tugs at your lips.

You reach out, your hand resting on his firm chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart steady under your palm. His skin is still slightly damp from the swim, but the sun has already begun to dry him off, leaving him warm on the touch. 

You begin to gently stroke his chest, your fingers tracing the defined lines of muscles, feeling the strength and power that he carries so effortlessly.

Charles hums softly, his eyes half-closed in contentment. His own hand finds its way to your arm, his fingers trailing up and down in a soothing, repetitive motion. It's a tender, intimate gesture, one that speaks of the deep connection you share.

The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the sensation of being here, together, in this perfect moment.

His hand moves slowly, almost absentmindedly, from your shoulder to your wrist, and back up again, as if he's memorizing the feel of your skin. The simple act of touch, being close to each other, is enough to make your heart swell with affection.

You feel the love radiating from him, not in words but in the way he touches you, in the way he holds you close.

You lift your head slightly, gazing at him. His eyes are still that vivid green, but now they're softer, more relaxed, filled with a peacefulness that you rarely see during the racing season. 

His face, too, is relaxed, free of the tension and focus that usually dominate his features when he's in the public eye.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask quietly, your fingers still brushing over his chest.

Charles opens his eyes fully, turning his head to look at you. A slow smile spreads across his face, one that reaches his eyes, and makes them twinkle. "I'm thinking about how perfect this is," he replies, his voice low and sincere. "How perfect you are."

You feel a flush of warmth spread through you, not just from the sun, but from his words. You smile back at him, your heart feeling as though it might burst with happiness.

"You're the perfect one," you tease gently, but there's truth in your words. To you, he really is.

He chuckles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. His lips are warm and gentle, and you can't help but smile as the slight roughness of his stubble brushes against your skin.

The sensation is both familiar and comforting, a reminder of the many times he's held you like this, his affection evident in every touch.

"We're both pretty lucky, I think."

He moves to kiss your cheek, and again, that faint tickle from his stubble makes you giggle softly. You can't help but lean into it, savoring the contrast between the roughness of his stubble and the softness of his lips.

It's a feeling that's become intimately familiar to you—one that you've come to associate with the quiet, tender moments you share with him.

What's so funny?" He asks, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Your stubble," you reply with a playful grin. "It tickles, but... I like it."

A slow, teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to kiss you again, this time on the lips. The sensation is electric, his stubble adding a deliciously rough texture to the softness of the kiss.

You sigh into it, your hand moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

His stubble continues to graze your skin, the sensation sending little shivers of pleasure down your spine. It's a small, intimate detail, but it's one of the many things you love about being close to him.

When he finally pulls back, you're both breathless, and you smile up at him.

"I'm never letting you shave that off," you say, half-teasing, half-serious.

Charles laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he brushes a hand over his stubble. 

"I'll keep that in mind," he replies, leaning down to kiss you again, this time on your nose, eliciting another giggle from you.

As you nestle closer to him, you sigh contentedly, closing your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

The sun continues to bathe you in its warmth, and the gentle rocking of the yacht adds to the feeling of utter relaxation. Charles's hand still moves on your arm; his touch light and comforting.

For a while, you both lie there in silence, just enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to one another. The sun's rays start to soften as it dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the deck. The air cools slightly, but neither of you makes a move to get up.

There is something about the moment that feels timeless, as if nothing else matters except the two of you and the love that you share.

You feel Charles shift slightly, his lips brushing against your temple. 

"You know," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "I could stay like this forever."

You smile, your hand resting over his heart.

"Me too, Charles. Me too."

As you lie comfortably in his arms, your eyes drift over Charles's skin, noticing the slight redness from too much sun. You can't help but chuckle softly, the sound escaping your lips before you even realize it. 

The thought of his usually careful self forgetting something as simple as sunscreen brings a playful smile to your face.

Charles notices your amusement and raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a curious grin. 

"What's so funny now?"

You reach out and gently run your fingers over his warm, slightly sunburned skin, feeling the heat radiating from it.

"I´was just thinking," you say with a teasing lilt in your voice, "that you really need to put on some sunscreen, Mr. Leclerc. We can't have you turning into a tomato before the break is over."

He glances down at his own chest and arms, chuckling along with you as he realizes just how much the sun has kissed his skin.

"You're right," he admits with a sheepish smile. "I might've overdone it a bit." His tone is light, filled with that easygoing charm you love so much.

You laugh softly, leaning in closer, so your noses almost touch. 

"Looks like I'll have to take care of you," you murmur, your voice playful yet tender.

Charles's smile widens, and his eyes soften as he looks at you, the affection in his gaze making your heart skip a beat.

"I'd like that," he replies, his voice low and full of warmth.

Before you can say anything more, he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. His stubble tickles your skin, making you smile against his mouth. 

The kiss is sweet and unhurried, a perfect reflection of the lazy, sun-soaked day you've spent together. You can taste the salt of the sea on his lips, feel the warmth of his skin under your hands, and it makes you feel completely, blissfully content.

When you finally pull back, your forehead rests against his, and you both chuckle softly, the sound mingling in the stillness of the evening. 

"Seriously, though," you say with a playful smile, "we need to get you some sunscreen before you're too burnt to enjoy the rest of our time here."

Charles grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

"Alright, alright. I'll let you play nurse." He teases, kissing the tip of your nose before adding, "But only if it means I get more kisses like that."

You laugh, giving him a playful nudge.

"Deal."

With that, you sit up, reluctantly pulling away from the cozy cocoon of his embrace to fetch sunscreen. Charles watches you with the same easy smile, his eyes following your every move.

You feel his gaze on you, warm and loving, as you retrieve the bottle and settle back down beside him.

The sun is lower in the sky now, casting a golden glow over the yacht, the light softening everything it touches. 

You squirt some sunscreen into your hand and begin to gently rub it into his skin, your fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. Charles closes his eyes, clearly enjoying the attention, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

"There," you say once you're finished, leaning down to press a kiss to his now-protected shoulder. "All better."

He opens his eyes and smiles up at you, a look of pure adoration in his gaze. 

"Thank you, love," he murmurs, pulling you back down beside him.

You curl up next to him once more, his arm wrapping around you as you rest your head on his chest, the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat is the perfect soundtrack to the moment, lulling you into a state of peaceful contentment.

As the sun dips lower on the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, a gentle breeze sweeps across the deck. The air, once warm, begings to cool, and you feel a slight shiver run through you.

Charles notices immediately, his protetctive instincts kicking in.

Without a word, he sits up, leaving the warmth of your embrace, and you watch as he heads towards the cabin.

A moment later, he returns with a soft, cozy blanket in hand, his smile tender as he wraps it around the both of you. He tucks the edges securely around your shoulders, ensuring that you're completely covered before he lies down beside you again, pulling you close.

You snuggle into his side, feeling the imemdiate warmth of the blanket and the reassuring comfort of his body pressed against yours. 

The coolness of the evening air fades away as you lean against his strong frame, feeling his warmth seep into you.

With a contented sigh, you reach out to stroke his chest once more, your fingers tracing the familiar contours of his muscles, the steady rise and fall of his breathing soothing you.

Charles hums softly, the sound vibrating through his chest, and it's a sound you've come to love- a sign of his deep contentment, of how peaceful he feels in this moment with you. His arm wraps around you, holding you close as he nuzzles his face into your hair, his breath warm against your scalp.

The quiet intimacy between you feels almost sacred, as though the world has narrowed down to just the two of you, wrapped up together under the softening light of the setting sun.

The sky above begins to darken, stars slowly appearing one by one, twinkling against the deepening blue. The sound of the water lapping gently against the side of the yacht provides a soothing backdrop, mingling with the rustle of the blanket as you shift, nestling even closer to Charles.

His chest rumbles with another contented hum as he hugs you more tightly, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"I love this," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing whisper in the quiet evening. "Being here with you... nothing else matters."

You smile, your heart swelling with affection as you lift your head to look up at him. His eyes meet yours, the green softened by the twilight, filled with so much love that it takes your breath away.

"I love this too," you whisper back, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "And I love you."

His smile is radiant, even in the fading light, as he returns the kiss, his lips lingering on yours. It's a kiss filled with all the love and tenderness that words could never fully capture, a promise that no matter what, you'll always have this- each other, and these precious moments.

When the kiss ends, you settle back down against his chest, your hand continuing its slow, gentle caress. Charles hums again, a sound that reverberates through his chest and into your very soul. 

The night continues to settle in around you, but wrapped in each other's arms, you feel nothing but warmth and love.

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt would think about his shy gender neutral crush giving him a love letter before leaving quickly please?

In the blink of a heart

The mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon, the usual bustle of students and X-Men alike replaced by a rare peaceful lull. The sun filtered through the high windows, casting soft rays across the wooden floors, painting the walls in a warm golden hue. You found yourself pacing the length of one of the empty hallways, a folded piece of paper clenched tightly in your hand. The words written inside had taken you days to perfect, though they seemed simple enough now. They carried a weight, a nervous energy that thrummed through your entire body.

It was a love letter—a confession to the one who had captured your heart in ways you hadn’t expected. Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, the charming and kind-hearted blue-skinned mutant who had unknowingly stolen your breath away with every warm smile and every laugh. His gentle demeanor, his faith, his unyielding optimism despite everything he had endured... it all drew you to him.

But now, standing here with the letter that bared your heart, you wondered if this was a mistake. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if this changed everything between you? The thought made your stomach twist with unease, but you couldn’t back down now. You had come too far.

You glanced around the hallway, making sure no one else was nearby. You weren’t sure where Kurt was, but you hoped this meant he was alone. You had to do this quickly, before you lost your nerve. Taking a deep breath, you folded the letter one more time and held it to your chest, almost as if the words inside could give you strength. Then, you turned the corner, heading towards the small library where Kurt often retreated to read or simply enjoy the quiet.

You stopped in the doorway, your heart skipping a beat as you spotted him. There he was, sitting cross-legged on the floor, a book propped up on his lap. The sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, casting a soft glow on his indigo fur, making it shimmer ever so slightly. His tail flicked lazily behind him as he read, completely engrossed in the pages before him.

For a moment, you just stood there, taking in the sight of him. He looked so peaceful, so at ease, and it made your heart ache with fondness. But the longer you stood there, the more your nerves started to creep in again. You had to do this now, before your courage completely evaporated.

“Kurt?” you called softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up immediately, his golden eyes locking onto yours. A smile spread across his face, bright and warm, and it made your heart skip a beat. “Ah, mein freund! What brings you here?” he asked, closing the book and setting it aside as he got to his feet.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your racing heart. “I... I have something for you,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. You stepped forward, holding out the folded letter with a shaking hand. “Here.”

He tilted his head slightly, curiosity lighting up his eyes as he reached out to take the letter from you. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. “What is it?” he asked, his voice soft, almost gentle.

You shook your head, taking a step back. “Just... read it. Please. I have to go.” The words tumbled out in a rush, and before he could say anything else, you turned on your heel and hurried out of the room, your heart pounding in your chest.

You didn’t dare look back. You could only imagine the confusion on his face, the questions swirling in his mind. But you couldn’t stay to see his reaction. It was too much, too overwhelming. You needed time to breathe, to collect yourself.

Kurt watched you go, a mix of confusion and concern etched across his features. He looked down at the letter in his hand, the paper slightly crumpled from where you had been holding it so tightly. Slowly, he unfolded it, his heart beating just a little faster in his chest. He hadn’t expected this, whatever this was. But there was something about the way you had looked at him, the nervousness in your eyes, that made his heart flutter with anticipation.

As he began to read the words you had written, his golden eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. Each sentence, each carefully chosen word, revealed the depth of your feelings for him. You had poured your heart out on this page, confessing the crush you had harbored for him, how his kindness and warmth had drawn you to him, how you admired his strength and his unwavering faith.

By the time he reached the end of the letter, Kurt was stunned into silence. His heart raced, his mind spinning with emotions he hadn’t expected to feel. He read the letter again, and then once more, just to be sure he wasn’t imagining things.

A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across his face, his heart swelling with a mixture of joy and something more—something deeper. He had always liked you, enjoyed your company, your presence. But he hadn’t realized until now just how much you meant to him.

And now, knowing how you felt about him, it made his heart soar. He wanted to find you, to tell you that he felt the same, that he had been too shy to say anything, too afraid of ruining the friendship you shared. But now he had the courage to tell you, thanks to your bravery in writing this letter.

Without wasting another moment, Kurt folded the letter carefully and tucked it into his coat pocket. With a flash of blue light and a faint smell of brimstone, he teleported out of the library, determined to find you and tell you how much your letter had meant to him—and how much you meant to him.

He searched the mansion, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew he would find you soon. And when he did, he would finally tell you the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for so long.

“Mein freund... no, mein geliebter,” he whispered to himself, a soft smile on his lips as he continued his search. The thought of seeing you again, of telling you how he felt, filled him with a warmth that spread through his entire being. Today was going to be a day neither of you would ever forget.

[killerpancakeburger]

Baby it's cold outside

Inspired by @forgeofthenine snow headcanons

Summary: Going on a date in the snow with Dammon.

Pairing: Dammon x Reader

Warnings/tags: No warnings I can think of. Just fluff.

Words count: 835 words.

A/N: Just a little something sweet.

There was always something eerie and otherworldly about a familiar scenery covered in snow. A compact silence reigned over Baldur’s Gate, except for the sound of your own steps in the snow. The streets you were going through were void of life and you relished in the unaccustomed peace and solitude. It almost made the biting cold attacking every inch of unprotected skin worth it.

The forge of the Nine appeared in your range of vision. You started walking faster, motivated by the need of moving to warm yourself up, but first and foremost by the perspective of soon being reunited with your favorite blacksmith. 

A few months ago, the idea of something so mundane as going on a promenade with a lover was out of reach as you fought for your life and against the tadpole inside your brain. Now, however… You knew that the arrival of snow would suffice to light up Dammon’s face.

You climbed up the few steps, walked pass the various smithing devices and stopped in front of the blue double-doors. Turning your back on them, you took in the view one last time, trying to commit them to memory like you would never see them again.

The creaking of a door opening and a familiar voice made you smile to yourself before spinning around.

“You should have come in. I would hate to find you frozen on my porch.”

Even after months of dating, Dammon’s voice still caused butterflies in your stomach and the mere view of him made you grin like an idiot. He wasn’t wearing his work apron, a rare sight. However his faithful green scarf was in place, along with winter clothes.

“I just arrived actually. But why would I need to worry about the cold when I have the hottest tiefling in Baldur’s Gate to warm me up?” you retorted with a smirk.

He chuckled at your antics, blushing a bit. Then he got out, all geared up for your stroll, and as soon as he finished locking the doors, you moved to embrace him. He flinched slightly as you cupped his face in your ice-cold hands. Frowning liglthy, he hurried to cover your hands with his. 

“You are freezing!” he exclaimed in a tone that was half amusement, half reproach. “Come here.”

You complied without protest, entertained by his concern that reminded you of a parent fussing over their child. Your hands closed over the back of his jacket as he gave you a kiss that felt burning simply because of the temperature difference between your lips. His hands roamed over your body, bringing you heat. His tail coiled around your waist. As you separated, he brought his hands to your cheeks numb from the cold, and you thought he was going to kiss you again, but he pressed his lips to your temple instead. Then your forehead, your nose, covering your whole face with affectionate pecks. You wriggled in his grasp, grabbing his wrists in protest .

“That tickles!”

“A fair punishment for trying to turn into an icicle”, he countered, before starring at your neck.

“Did you not bring a scarf?”

You grimaced sheepishly. 

“I was running late…”

He raised an eyebrow at you, as if to say “Really…?”, before starting to take off his own scarf.

“Dammon, don’t-”

“Let me, please?”

He made a sad puppy kind of face that he was well aware you couldn’t ’t resist and all your objections died in your throat. The scarf was still warm from his body heat and felt great on your exposed skin. As he finished adjusting it to you, he smiled lovingly.

“It looks good on you.”

You turned around, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, finding it hard to hold his gaze when he looked at you that intensely. 

“Alright, are we going on that walk or not?”, you mumbled, holding out your hand to him.

He giggled at your reaction and, grabbing your hand, he started to walk, pulling you along.

“We are.”  

You had your back turned on Dammon for merely a few seconds when a snowball crashed against your shoulder. You turned around immediately, scandalized, catching him in the act of preparing another snowball. He seemed to have a blast, not remorseful at all.

“You cheeky bastard! You’re going down!”

Despite your intrepid warcry, you started frantically looking for a place to hide, and threw yourself behind a couple of crates as the next projectile missed you narrowly.

At the end of a ferocious snowfight, you ended up both laying down on your back near each other, panting and wet from half melted snow.

As you rolled over to face him, you found him already starring at you. 

“What?” you asked.

He smiled fondly, grasping your hand and squeezing it.

“I was just thinking how lucky I was to have met you.”

Warmth spread in your chest at the endearing confession. You let out a soft chuckle.

“What?”, he retorted in the same tone you used earlier, not losing his smile.

“That’s funny, because I was thinking exactly the same thing.”

[lumismuseum]

🏛️ Cuddling with Dan Heng in a Hot Spring

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✨ FEATURES ; gender neutral reader, physical intimacy (bathing + cuddling naked), fingers in mouth (not in a kinky way -_-), nudity, cuddling, fluff?, reader is not the trailblazer

📜 NOTES ; no smut, might have made some stuff up about vidyadhara but f it we ball, slight ooc Dan Heng, idk where I got this idea from, how many times can I use the word comfort in this

You’re sat on a rock at the edge of the spring, eyes closed as you listen to the faint rush of a waterfall in the distance. The cool stone on your back contrasts with the warm water submerging your lower body as you lean against it.

It was rare for you to get a moment of total peace and quiet, making you appreciate it more when it came. The birds sing to each other as you silently enjoy their melodies too.

The spring has been a place you’ve secretly been desperate to visit since the Express arrived on this planet - a hidden oasis offering you complete serenity, somewhere to wind down and recover from the chaos of your recent journeys.

You sigh as your muscles finally relax fully, feeling all the tension exit your body. The faint pain from your latest battles begins to disappear completely, getting washed away in the warm water surrounding you.

Slowly, you feel yourself drift off into unconsciousness - the comfort of sleep embracing you. In your near-asleep state, you fail to register the black-haired man behind you, some 20 metres away.

Dan Heng needs this. He sees the clearing that holds the spring - the destination that he longed to visit. Whilst on his way to the spring, you somehow manage to cross his mind.

He secretly yearns for you; your voice, your smile, your touch…

But he could never admit his feelings to you, he tells himself. Neither you nor him seem ready for a relationship, and he has no guarantee that you even feel the same way. Still, he can’t stop his heart from searching for you everywhere he goes, despite his brain’s efforts to get over you.

He reaches the spring and quickly halts at the sight he’s greeted with.

Your still body, leaning comfortably against the solid rock whilst everything below your shoulders is submerged in the water of the springs.

Dan Heng’s eyes dart over to your clothes, which have been neatly placed on a separate rock that’s within arm’s length away from you. He feels his face heat up as he fidgets with his white coat, flustered.

Internally, he has a slight panic. You seem unaware of his presence, and he wonders whether he should leave.

His thoughts are interrupted by a loud bird call, which disrupts your peaceful state. The bird calls again, seemingly closer this time but still hidden away, and you turn towards the direction of the sound.

Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately) for Dan Heng, he happens to be standing in that direction and your gaze lands on him on the edge of the spring. His breath hitches as you both lock eyes.

You’re not surprised to see Dan Heng come to a place like this, nor are you that bothered by his presence. Even if you were the type to be shy about showing a lot of skin, your body is underwater anyway, so there is nothing for the man to see.

You smile warmly at him and gesture for him to join you in the spring, before turning back and closing your eyes again. You feel it’s best to give him some privacy when he strips down.

After a few moments, you hear a soft splash from behind you as Dan Heng drops into the spring. You keep your eyes closed and your head turned away as you wait for him to approach you, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

You feel a presence behind you, and finally open your eyes and turn to look at Dan Heng. You can’t stop yourself from grinning as you take in his beauty.

His dark hair slightly ruffled and damp at the ends, occasionally dripping water onto his face; his blue eyes accentuated by the sparkling water around you; his pale skin glistening under the sun and from the water drops that decorate it…

He blushes as your eyes wander down his frame, and when you look back into his eyes again they are focused elsewhere.

“Hi.” Your voice is soft yet stable, relaxing him a little.

Dan Heng’s eyes come up to meet yours - a cute smile creeping onto his face.

“Hi…”

Ten minutes later, you find yourself holding Dan Heng’s hand under the warm water, gently stroking the back of his hand. He’s chatting away - now complaining about March as you sit quietly, letting him uncharacteristically ramble on, only speaking to encourage him to keep going.

He’s in his vidyadhara form - you don’t quite remember when he changed, but you took it as a sign of him being comfortable and so didn’t say anything for fear it would ruin the moment.

As you admire his side profile, you feel your eyelids become heavier as tiredness begins to take over. After a moment of contemplation, you slowly rest your head on Dan Heng’s shoulder.

He abruptly goes silent and you hear his tail swish rapidly underwater.

“What’s this…?” he giggles.

“Just keep talking, handsome,” you whisper, loosely wrapping your arm around his waist, over his stomach.

He lets out a shaky gasp and his tail accidentally whacks your arm amidst its overwhelmed thrashing. You stroke his waist with your thumb, calming his tail.

After his silence continues, you lift your head up and look at him - his face now covered in a deep pink blush.

“What’s wrong?” You’re now moving your whole hand up and down his small waist, trying to reassure him.

“I-I just…” he stutters, wide eyes darting between yours. “I’ve never been touched like this before…”

“That’s okay, Heng,” you reply, ceasing the movements of your hand and setting it on his lower waist, dangerously close to his behind which causes his tail to go haywire. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” He takes a deep breath and steadies himself, meanwhile his tail presses against your hand as a means to keep it there. “Please…”

You smile at him and lean in to place a gentle kiss on his neck. His breath hitches once more. You resume your light stroking of his waist and bring your other hand to rest on the inside of his thigh closest to you.

“[N-Name]…” he whimpers, sniffling.

You whip your head up and are greeted by a teary-eyed Dan Heng looking back at you like a frightened animal.

“What’s wrong?!” you ask, worried you did something he didn’t like.

The dragon-boy opens his mouth to speak but seemingly can’t find the right words, instead opting to bury his head in the crook of your neck. You remove your hand from his waist and bring it to the back of his head, rubbing it and whispering words of comfort in his ear.

Dan Heng struggles to respond to your cooing, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he continues to sniffle into your shoulder. A few tears fall from his eyes as he becomes flooded by his emotions. He feels embarrassed letting someone see him this vulnerable, but he can’t help it.

For so long he was trapped in the shackling prison, away from any sort of warmth or love, seen as a traitor by his own people. And now, here you are, treating him as if he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen, consoling him as he cries for the first time in (what might actually be) forever.

You run your hands through his hair and rub his back with your other hand. You give another loving kiss onto the top of his head and secretly relish the small whine it brings from him.

After a few more deep breaths, Dan Heng composes himself and sits back up. You cup his beautiful face in your hands and carefully wipe his tears away with your thumbs. You kiss his nose before quietly encouraging him to tell you what’s wrong.

He sniffs again, his doe eyes finding comfort in yours.

“It’s just a little overwhelming,” he mumbles.

You nod in understanding and keep caressing his cheek with your right thumb, bringing your left hand down to hold the curve of his waist. Suddenly, there’s a subtle shift in his facial expression. He looks down at your thumb and opens his mouth.

After a moment’s hesitation, you slowly bring your thumb down to his lips. You push it further into his mouth until you’re grazing the top of his teeth. You pay particular attention to the larger canines he bears.

You know what he’s doing. You’d read in the archives that vidyadhara like to engage in intimate activities with another. Touching another’s teeth was a particular favourite of the species since a vidyadhara’s canines were slightly sensitive.

You lightly drag your thumb along his bottom teeth, gently rubbing his canines when your thumb reaches them. Dan Heng’s eyes close, his shoulders relaxing as he leans into your touch.

Then, you retract your digit from his mouth and return it to his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks into yours again - his expression silently showing his gratitude for your action.

You kiss his forehead before laying your head back down on his shoulder as he slumps against the rock. He rests his head on top of yours as you intertwine your hands together.

You don’t know if Dan Heng will be uncomfortable with this when you two awaken, but all you can do for now is provide some love to him that he has secretly been dying for.

[shadowsandshapes]

A Terrifying Sort of Realization (Dabi/GN!Reader)

◇ summary: Dabi and yourself share one vulnerability: each other. ◇ rated: General◇ contains: Fluff? Fluff. Comfort. FEELINGS and insecurities. ◇ wc: [500 words]

Moments like these were rare.

In fact, you didn’t quite believe it was real. Your fingers brushed through Dabi’s hair – his head resting in your lap. He was sprawled out on the couch, draped against you with his eyes closed and arms tightly wrapped around your waist. A soft, content groan escaped him as he nestled his face against your plush thighs. For once in his life, he looked at peace. No chaos or earth-shattering plans for vengeance in sight. Just the calm and quiet of contentedness. It certainly helped that the safehouse was abandoned tonight. Dabi would never allow himself to be this vulnerable with the others around. The fact that he trusted you this much was…terrifying.

Your fingers threaded through his locks, scratching his scalp with your nails ever so slightly. He shivered and tightened his grip on you. When was the last time anyone how been gentle with Dabi, you wondered. “Hey easy–” you warned, feeling him squeeze down. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re damn right,” he said, the sound of his voice muffled against the top of your legs. “Mine.” The word just barely reached your ears. Mine. A statement. You glanced down, looking directly into his bright blue eyes. He was staring at you. Quietly. Goddamnit you were hopelessly in love with this man. You'd do anything for him. Fuck – this wasn’t healthy, was it?

Yeah. No fucking shit.

Dabi had noticed the shift in your demeanor and turned over, lying on his back. “You scared?” he asked, masking the fear of rejection bubbling in his stomach with a smirk. What was he going to do if you didn’t want him – how badly would it hurt? Part of him already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it: have you call him a creep, a monster, and move on. Trample all over his heart and shatter it. That way he would finally be able to focus on his goals again.

You fell silent for a moment. Before Dabi – before all of this, nothing could have hurt you. Now, you weren't so sure you were invincible anymore. When you finally answered, your voice was certain and firm: “I am, yeah.”

Dabi laughed but there was no joy to the sound. He didn’t expect you to admit it – then again, he did like you for the blunt, opinionated ass you were. It felt like a punch to the gut though. He took it like a champ, shrugging off the impending heartache. “Of me?”

The question hung in the air. He could see you thinking, your eyes shifting as you searched for an answer. This was fucking excruciating. Just tell me you hate me so I can hate you back. Dabi couldn’t help himself – he needed to touch you and reached up to cup your cheek. Why didn't you flinch?

After a moment of contemplation, you let out a sigh as your fingers brushed the hair from his eyes. “Not you, as a person,” you admitted. Your smile made Dabi’s fingers twitch. It was so genuine and sad. He hated it. You were supposed to reject him. This didn’t feel like a rejection – this was – “I’m afraid of what you mean to me…” Oh.

Now that brand of terror Dabi understood only too well.

“Yeah – me too.”

A/N: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFT. I had to write something wholesome today, man. I blame all the cute asks in @dabislittlemouse 's inbox. Speaking of which, hope you don't mind the tag.

[Masterlist]

[okkalo]

hi wifey :3 here for the event match up !

hmmm for an ideal date i prefer either to go to the cinema, arcade or just to stay in okay games and watch old disney classic, ah and my favourite season is 100% summer.

as from which fandom i would prefer to be matched :: blue lock or league of legends <3 surprise me ~

hi ma chérie i love u more than any of these men can so never forget that ! also i added hsr because she dmed me if anyone was wondering (idk if people read other people’s matchups)

𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ₊˙♡﹗

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : nagi from bllk

“nagi, baby, do me a favor?” your sweetly asked question caught his attention in the sea of bright neon lights. it didn’t take much thinking for him to figure out what exactly you wanted. after all, it always seemed to be the exact same thing whenever you had an arcade date together.

“where is it?” he asked back, his lazy eyes watching as you lit up into a bright smile. your hand was quick to catch his wrist, leading him to the one game that had always managed to catch your attention each time: the claw machine.

“i want that one,” you instructed, like always, pointing to the one plushie that caught your attention. and, like always, he swiped his arcade card to win you that plushie you desired so.

you knew it never really took him any effort to win you one. in fact, it always seemed to be the first try he got your desired plushie in. he should’ve thought it to be annoying—he thought. after all, you asked him to win you one every time. though, it was hard to think so after seeing you all happy once he offered you the plushie he worked so hard for.

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : ezreal from heartsteel

“are we watching lion king again tonight?” ezreal asked, his hands moving to adjust the face mask sheet on you. his hands were gentle, his face close and eyes narrowed to make sure he adjusted it perfectly onto your skin.

“mmm, yeah,” you murmured your response while sitting patiently on the couch. it had been routine for the two of you to watch a movie together at least once a week. the other heartsteel members knew well to steer clear from the living room on friday nights due ezreal’s non-apologetic clingy and affectionate self.

“‘kay, but you gotta sing the songs with me,” he set his condition, acting as if you didn’t sing with him every time. it didn’t take him long to wrap his arms greedily around you, while also grabbing the remote and setting the movie up.

despite his overwhelmingly clingy nature, you couldn’t help but feel at peace every friday night. it was like routine for you, comforting you each time. the tray of food that consisted of popcorn and fruits—which, he knew you didn’t eat, but still added anyways for good pictures—to the cuddle positions or the blankets that would surround you two. each time, it reminded you of why exactly you loved the singer, despite his clingy nature.

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : aventurine (ur welcome) from hsr

maybe his luck finally played in his favor. maybe the blessing that had been bestowed upon him hadn’t been so bad after all. you were like a rare patch of water in a desert—at least, he thought. all of you seeped into his brain, leaking and filling his once pessimistic mind to grow optimistic.

it was times like this where he realized just how lucky he had been. with the soft breeze but warm breeze of the summer wind brushing past the both of you while the flowers and grass danced below your knees. the way the sun complimented your brown eyes perfectly, letting him see a pool of honey. so utterly sweet—just like you.

he couldn’t help but let his mask slowly fall around you, finally finding someone to trust in. a smile graced his lips, mimicking yours perfectly after hours of observing the sight of you. maybe he could thank gaiathra triclops for something.

[creampuffandcustard-universe]

Chapter 4:

The halls of the Fatui headquarters were quiet, the usual bustle of activity dimmed as the evening settled in. Capitano had returned from a series of meetings and briefings, his mind focused on the upcoming mission. Yet, something had been gnawing at him all day—a subtle but persistent worry that he couldn’t quite shake.

Himari had been spending an unusual amount of time with Dottore.

Normally, Capitano had little reason to involve himself in the affairs of the other harbingers, but Dottore’s fascination with Himari was unsettling. The eccentric scientist was known for his dangerous experiments, his lack of regard for anyone's well-being if it served his insatiable curiosity. Capitano had kept his distance, trusting that Himari knew what she was doing, but it had been too long since he’d seen her, and that trust was beginning to fray.

The thought of her being around Dottore for hours on end stirred something uncomfortable in his chest—a tightness he couldn't ignore. His usual calm was replaced by a growing irritation, one that urged him to act. He needed to see her, now.

Without hesitation, Capitano made his way through the dim corridors, his steps heavy, purposeful. He knew where to find them—Dottore’s lab. The very idea of her being there, surrounded by Dottore’s strange and volatile experiments, made his jaw clench.

When he arrived at the entrance, the door was slightly ajar, and he could hear muffled voices from within. Capitano pushed the door open, his eyes immediately locking onto the sight of Himari and Dottore standing close together, engrossed in some kind of complex discussion. Strange instruments and glowing vials lined the walls, the eerie blue light casting unsettling shadows.

They seemed to be working on something—something intricate and consuming.

Capitano’s presence, however, did not go unnoticed. Himari glanced up from their work, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. She could sense the shift in the air, the tension that radiated from him. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Captain?” she asked softly, her voice gentle but laced with concern.

But Capitano’s expression remained hard, his eyes narrowed as they flicked between her and Dottore. “Innamorata,” he said, the word slipping out before he could stop himself.

The use of her title—Innamorata instead of Himari—was not lost on her. It was rare for him to call her that, and when he did, it was a clear signal that something was amiss. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the weight behind the formality.

Dottore, ever observant, smirked, clearly entertained by the captain’s unexpected intrusion. “Ah, Capitano,” Dottore drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. “What brings you to my lab at this hour? I was just about to make a breakthrough with Himari’s remarkable abilities.”

Capitano’s eyes darkened at Dottore’s casual use of her name. He stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a shadow across the room. “You’ve spent enough time here,” he said, his voice low and commanding as his gaze remained fixed on Himari. “It’s time for you to leave.”

Himari, sensing the tension in his voice, took a cautious step closer to him, her brows furrowing slightly. “Captain, I was helping Dottore with—”

“You’ve helped enough,” Capitano cut her off, his tone sharper than he intended. He was on edge, and the sight of her standing so close to Dottore, looking exhausted and distant, only fueled his frustration. “Come with me.”

Dottore chuckled softly from where he stood, clearly amused by the captain’s sudden protectiveness. “She’s been a valuable asset to my research. You should be thanking me, Capitano. After all, I’ve been helping her discover the full extent of her abilities.”

Capitano’s glare was ice cold. “You’ve done enough,” he repeated, his voice hard. He turned to Himari, his eyes softening ever so slightly. “We’re leaving.”

Himari, who had always been able to read the subtle shifts in his normally stoic demeanor, knew better than to argue. She nodded, understanding that something had upset him deeply. Without a word, she followed him out of the lab, her mind racing with questions. Why had he called her Innamorata? What had caused this sudden change in him?

As they walked through the corridors, the silence between them was thick with unspoken tension. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft and careful. “Captain, why did you call me by my title earlier? Is something wrong?”

Capitano slowed his steps, his eyes focused straight ahead. He hadn’t realized how much the sight of her with Dottore had bothered him until that moment. He had let his emotions slip through—a rare mistake.

“I didn’t like seeing you with him,” Capitano admitted, his voice quieter than usual. “He’s dangerous, Himari. You know that.”

Himari looked up at him, her expression softening. “I know, but I can handle it, Captain. I was only trying to help.”

Capitano finally stopped, turning to face her, his dark eyes meeting hers. “You shouldn’t have to handle it alone,” he said, his tone softer now, though still laced with concern. “Especially not with someone like him.”

Himari’s lips curved into a small smile, understanding the depth of his worry. “I appreciate your concern, Captain,” she said gently, her voice filled with warmth. “But I’m stronger than I look.”

Capitano’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his usual stoicism faltering. He had been too rough, too cold, but she had always been patient with him. Always kind.

“I know you are,” he replied quietly. And with that, they walked together, the weight of their earlier tension slowly lifting, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them had to face the challenges ahead alone.

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The grand hall of the Fatui headquarters buzzed with activity as the harbingers gathered for their usual morning briefing. The mood was tense as always, but there was a palpable undercurrent of amusement today, something almost playful in the air. Most of it stemmed from Dottore, who seemed to be in unusually high spirits.

As Himari quietly made her way into the hall, she noticed Dottore already in the midst of his usual antics. Today, however, his target was none other than Capitano.

Dottore, standing at the head of the room, exaggeratedly puffed out his chest and began speaking in a deep, dramatic voice, clearly mocking Capitano. “Innamorata!” he boomed, throwing his hands into the air in an over-the-top imitation of the previous night. “You’ve helped enough! We’re leaving!”

Several harbingers stifled their laughter, while others smirked knowingly. Dottore continued with even more dramatic flair, mimicking Capitano’s serious demeanor as he pretended to grab an imaginary person and storm out of the room.

Himari, who had just taken a seat, immediately realized what he was doing. She groaned inwardly, bowing her head slightly as she pinched the bridge of her nose in embarrassment. Of course, she thought. He’s making a show of it.

Dottore, clearly enjoying himself, shifted into his "Himari" role, lowering his voice to a softer, mocking tone. “Captain, I appreciate your concern,” he mimicked in a high-pitched voice, fluttering his fingers theatrically. “But I’m stronger than I look.”

The room burst into soft laughter, and even Pantalone was smirking from his corner, clearly relishing the mockery. It was rare to see someone poke fun at Capitano, and Dottore was playing it up to full effect.

Himari's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, but she knew better than to say anything. She could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her, some curious, others amused. She shot a glance at Capitano, wondering how he was taking it.

But Capitano stood there, as still and imposing as ever, his full helmet obscuring any expression he might have had. He seemed completely unfazed by Dottore's antics, standing tall with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Not a word or reaction escaped him.

The more Dottore played up the scene, the more the other harbingers leaned in, waiting to see if Capitano would respond. But the captain remained silent, his body language as stoic and unbothered as ever.

Himari couldn’t help but steal a glance at him again, her lips twitching into a small smile. She knew him well enough by now to understand that he wouldn’t dignify Dottore’s teasing with any sort of response. In fact, Capitano’s silence seemed to frustrate Dottore more than anything else.

“Oh, come now, Captain,” Dottore called, clearly trying to provoke a reaction. “No defense? Not even a word of protest for your precious Innamorata?” His grin widened; eyes gleaming with mischief.

Capitano didn’t so much as glance his way, his helmeted head still facing forward as if nothing was out of the ordinary. If anything, his complete lack of acknowledgment only served to amuse the other harbingers more. It was as if Dottore’s mockery had no effect on him—like swatting at a stone wall.

Finally, Dottore, realizing he wouldn’t get a rise out of Capitano, let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, well, it seems our dear captain is above such things,” he said with mock disappointment, his eyes flickering towards Himari one last time with a smirk.

Himari, pinching the bridge of her nose, finally lowered her hand and sighed. She had to admit, as embarrassing as it was, she admired Capitano’s ability to remain completely unbothered by Dottore’s antics. There was a certain dignity in it, a quiet confidence that only Capitano could pull off.

As the briefing began and the laughter died down, Himari couldn’t help but sneak one more glance at the captain. His silence had spoken louder than any retort could have, and despite the teasing, she felt a warmth in her chest—an appreciation for the way he handled himself, and perhaps even for the way he’d been so protective of her the night before.

She smiled to herself, knowing that behind that stoic exterior, Capitano cared far more than he let on.

Memento Mori ��

[rivangel]

same nonnie from

https://www.tumblr.com/levmada/754320308672036864/kane-yes-i-know-this-might-be-pretty-ooc-for

SIGHHHHH KANE. if you do end up writing something for this, I’m gonna need 55 business days to recover (because ep 55 is midnight sun sobs)

omigosh !! I didn’t even think about Levi slowly forgetting Erwin’s features 🥲🥲🥲🥲!! going back to crying rn.

— 🦈 Anon (signing off as this if that’s alright)

i thought i’d respond to ur ask with it if that’s alright :) hopefully it doesn’t take too many days off ur life tho!!!😭also i went into it imagining that they never acted on their feelings. and lastly, to anyone who actually has a problem with this fanfiction, there is no problem. thanks!

Death had only once leered so close over Levi—by starving, joys just as much as sorrow fleeting as his mother's health had, as the acrid smell of death filled to the ceiling. In this case he'd been close enough. And in this case death again attracted him—not because he missed someone, someone’s he loved, not entirely. Dying brought comfort, he owed it to them—all of them—and from a completely strategic perspective, it was the best way to give them all the best chance.

He would fight to the death.

His last thoughts were of the craving to catch sight of the seaplane, the Alliance (Hange), but he couldn’t afford to, his sight lost to the steam anyway. After that it was too hot to think. It's heat consuming, heat intensifying until it ate through his means to even feel it.

A sense or lack thereof drops over him like a sheet, colluded somewhere between cool seawater and rampaging fire. And hope.

Goodbye after all... Levi. Watch over us.

The ground is soft under his back, perfectly grooved like sand, and the pain is gone. He didn't realize how much pain he’d been in until it left him, or he left it.

His eyes open to the sky, blinking mildly. Hadn't it been daytime?—The pinkish-purplish sky makes it either morning or sunset.

Because of that, he feels almost at peace until a bird crosses overhead, drawing forth his memory of what just happened.

"The plane..." he groans and props himself up on his elbows. Then a soft voice nears above him, reassuring him, "Is on its way."

He already knew he'd forgotten what Erwin's voice sounds like, but it only now strikes him hearing the warm, low baritone once again. His eyes tell him the same. Erwin is crouched and gazing at him, just as beautiful as the day he lost him and the time between the day they met, but his expression exudes an affection that he rarely saw, if ever; he finds difficult to name. His hair is neat, his blue eyes as clear as a warm ocean, ironically full of life. “Levi.” He offers him his outstretched hand to help him up. “Don’t worry. Come.”

Eyes still locked, Levi takes his hand firmly, standing. It’s a feeling he has, that neither of them will pull away this time.

Others are here—he sees them standing all around and his throat stiffens. Petra is the closest and smiling gently, along with Mike (who's comically taller and always has been). Familiar faces are further and further away, composing the crowd. Moblit is closer in that regard, but he’s looking up in the opposite direction.

"Up there, although I’m sure you believe me."

“Yeah,” he mutters, faintly smiling with his eyes more than his lips. Levi looks to him and Erwin lifts his head and indeed, leaving two bold contrails, the seaplane is sailing bravely across the sky. They watch, holding hands. Erwin looks back down at him. "You did your duty, Levi."

He sets his jaw a little, frowning reluctantly. He just…

“You’re far too hard on yourself. And I say that as a hypocrite.”

“Hm,” he chuckles gently, looking again. The plane is no more than a speck now. “Maybe…”

Erwin squeezes his hand, taking his attention again. “I swear to you.”

His words touch Levi's heart profoundly. Erwin speaks for every other feeling he wants to say once they're alone by slowly wrapping him in his arms, as if Levi would even think of rejecting him—he’s certainly right about being hard on himself. He buries his face in Erwin's chest and brings his arms up around his waist, completing their embrace.

"I've wanted to do this so many times," Erwin murmurs.

"...I wanted you to."

And now they can. Until forever ends.

| more Eruri |

[starry-slithers]

Here’s a little fanfic snippet because I was shipping Cariad with @rene-hl-trashcan’s baby boy Riz

Ship: Cariad x Riz

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

WELCOME HOME

“Rizy, Rizy, where are you- I’m all sat here waiting for yo-Riz!” Cariad had been swinging her legs childishly on the porch, saying her rhyme in a sing-song voice as she waited for Riz to come home- before she saw his familiar figure coming down the path home. She immediately hopped off the porch and ran up to him, hugging him tightly. He absolutely dwarfed her- him being 6”4 and her being a mere 5”3. “Mmmm, hi there ghost boy!” She said excitedly, tugging at his sleeve to indicate she wanted him to bend down so she could smother him with kisses. The dark haired mans eyes softened at the sight of the sweet girl who was the embodiment of sunshine. He gave her a gentle head pat before bent down with a small chuckle so she could kiss him. Once on his forehead, once on each cheek, once on his nose, his chin, his eyebags and finally his lips. He picked her up like she weighed nothing more than a child and carried her inside.

Once they got inside, she slipped from his arms and helped him take his coat off before she noticed a rip. She ran her finger along the tear and felt something damp. “Riz…” she started, before she noticed the large bleeding gash down his arm. “Ekrizdis Mors! What happened?!” “Cariad Mors, I dunno, some asshole jumped me with a knife, I didn’t think it was a big deal.” He shrugged nonchalantly. Typical Riz. Since he couldn’t feel pain, he often underestimated his injuries. “It is a very big deal, actually!” But Cariad was hogwarts matron so she knew the severity of it. She lead him to the couch and sat him down before getting her wand from the kitchen. She sat on his lap, straddling him, as she took his arm in her hands, murmuring a healing incantation and coaxing some wiggenweld down his throat. “Are these ‘assholes’ still with us?” She asked lightly as she kissed up the scabbing injury. He gave a rare chuckle and rolled his eyes, “of course not.” He started absently playing with her fingers, before taking off his gloves and raising her hand to his lips, trailing sweet kisses along her hand and fingers- starting with her knuckles and trailing down the middle of her fingers, crimson eyes locked on her light green-bordering blue-ones. Cariad was practically swooning, unable to stop her blush. “Ghostie…” she said weakly, before noticing how he payed extra attention to her ring finger and her heart gave a flutter. “What is it, my dear?” He asked without ceasing his assault on her hand. “I love you.” She whispered. His eyes widened a little before softening- they were so hopeless for eachother. Sunshine, and a boy moments from death. He looked so beautiful to her, his pale face illuminated by firelight. His eyes fluttered closed in peace as she pressed her hand to his cheek. Cariad gently caressed it with her thumb. “I love you too…” he murmured back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Cariad hummed in contentment. She adjusted on his lap and cuddled into him, the moment just peaceful and domestic. She always wore her hair in those little girl pigtails, held together with light green ribbons. Once they’d started dating, Cariad had tied one of her ribbons around his wrist. She was currently tracing the satin around his wrist absently and tenderly. Everything she did for him was tender.

THIS IS ONLY PART 1 DW WE HAVE MORE PLOT BUNNIES

[circus-complex]

In a Romance Novel of Our Own

Rating: General

Relationship: Ling Wen/Yushi Huang

Tags: Fluff, Book Date, Brief Mention of Suicide, Mute Yushi Huang, No Beta

Yushi Huang and Ling Wen go on a date, to a bookstore! They each relent to reading each others favorite books, even if they don't like the genre.

Also on AO3 :3

Full work under the cut (i recommend ao3, formatting's messed up)

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Friday, 11:21 am

do you want to go to the mall tomorrow? a new bookstore just opened :>

📜Ling Wen Friday, 11:23 am

Ok. What time?

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Friday, 11:23 am

hmmm maybe around 3 pm? i can pick you up

📜Ling Wen Friday, 11:25 am

Sounds good. I’ve got to go now, paperwork is calling.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Friday, 11:26 am

awww ok :(

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Ling Wen’s phone pinged, a cheery and high tone compared to her mood. Jun Wu had been piling more and more work on her recently.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Saturday, 3:06 pm

i’m here!!

Ling Wen sent a text in return.

📜Ling Wen Saturday, 3:06 pm

I’m coming down, be there in a minute.

She clicked the off button and shoved her phone in her pocket. Grabbing her purse and throwing her shoes on, she checked her appearance in the mirror once more.

Long, black hair carefully styled into an intricate half-bun and a navy blue shirt tucked into black jeans. Casual enough for a date, but formal enough for Ling Wen’s taste. She preferred to look her best at all times.

Locking the door of her apartment, she walked down the winding stairs until she arrived at the street. She was quickly greeted by the sight of Yushi Huang’s smile through the rolled-down window of her car. Streaks of dirt were splattered across the bottom and onto the wheels, as expected.

You ready? Yushi Huang signed when Ling Wen climbed into the car. Ling Wen nodded without a word.

The two settled into silence. It was peaceful, something Ling Wen wished for more often. She let the stress of work flow over her like a river, replacing the stinging, salty water with pleasant fresh water.

She stared at her girlfriend. Yushi Huang was wearing a light green dress, a far cry from the typical jeans a t-shirt she typically wore. Around her neck dangled a thing gold chain, which only drew Ling Wen’s gaze to the scar that encircled Yushi Huang’s neck like a choker.

Ling Wen didn’t know all the details as to how Yushi Huang ended up with the scar. She knew there had been a scandal all over the news, involving one of her best friends — Pei Ming — and a failed suicide attempt. But Yushi Huang didn’t talk about it much. Well, Yushi Huang didn’t talk at all, period. Whatever incident caused the healed slit over her throat damaged her vocal cords and subsequently, her ability to talk.

But that didn’t matter. Ling Wen didn’t feel any need to talk an excessive amount, she didn’t weigh her relationship's value on how much Yushi Huang spoke. To simply sit with the woman she loved, to know that she was loved back, was enough.

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The two walked into the large bookshop. The shop was empty, at least as far as Ling Wen could see. Bookshelves crowded every inch of space, with just enough left over to walk between. Large signs hung from the ceiling to point buyers towards different genres.

“Where do you want to go first?” Ling Wen turned towards Yushi Huang. Yushi Huang scanned the signs.

Can I see if they carry my favorite series here? The next book came out! She signed.

A rare smile spread across Ling Wen’s face. “Of course.”

Ling Wen suspected she knew which book Yushi Huang was talking about. Yushi Huang had sent many texts at odd hours ranting about it, usually along the lines of “why don’t they realize they love each other?? it’s so obvious!!”

Yushi Huang kept glancing up at the signs until they reached a rather large section labeled Romance. She clearly knew how to navigate, even if Ling Wen was staring blindly at each of the books. Most of them depicted a flowery cover with a title she’d never seen before.

Yushi Huang stopped. In front of them stood a wall of books with brown, rusty, looking covers.

“What’s this?” Ling Wen asked.

It’s a historical romance! But it's already the third book and they just realized they love each other. Yushi Huang picked up another. This is the fourth book. It’s both the final battle and the big romantic conclusion! She struggled to move her hands with a book tucked under one arm.

And the best part is, it’s historically accurate! The author clearly knew what they were doing…

Ling Wen’s eyes grew soft as she watched her girlfriend. It was always nice to see her so passionate about what she loved.

Oh! Please, will you read it? I have no other friends who like to read, let alone this. She gestured towards her book.

“Hm. I mean-” Ling Wen paused, reluctant. She didn’t enjoy romance very much, Sci-Fi and action were more up her alley.

You don’t have to if you don’t want to! Yushi Huang rushed. I don’t mind, I know you don’t enjoy the mushy stuff.

“No, no! I’d be happy to read it, but,” Ling Wen scanned the signs, just to make sure, “If I read this, will you read something of my choice?”

Sure!

Yushi Huang grabbed another book off the shelf – presumably the first – and handed it to Ling Wen.

Weaving through the bookshelves, Ling Wen led Yushi Huang towards the Sci-Fi section. Praying they carried her favorite author’s books, she scanned the shelves.

“Here it is,” Ling Wen plucked it off the shelf. Checking once more to make sure it was the right one, she showed it off. “It’s set in the future, with a heavy focus on technology advancements and the horror of humanity depending on AI.”

Yushi Huang shifted as Ling Wen described the book. Its cover was dark, with jagged blue lines running across the cover.

“Yes, I know you don’t like much tech and fighting, but there is a romantic subplot and it’s not too bad?” Ling Wen offered. Yushi Huang sighed, and took the book.

While Yushi Huang paid for her book, Ling Wen started to skin through her own. Sure, she usually didn’t like romance stories that much, but since her girlfriend liked it so much, she should try.

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🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:06 pm

omg !! i love the way the elders are so frustrated at the kids !!

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:06 pm

its so cute, but so sad.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:07 pm

they should teach their grandma how to use a computer :>

📜Ling Wen Tuesday, 7:12 pm

Yeah, I won’t spoil it, but it’s a pretty fun detail.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:13 pm

:0 oh no.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:13 pm

how’re you enjoying the book ?

📜Ling Wen Tuesday, 7:14 pm

Its…surprising good. It's pretty obvious who she’s going to fall for though.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:16 pm

really?? i didnt think so

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:16 pm

wait who do u think she’s going to fall for

📜Ling Wen Tuesday, 7:17 pm

Oh. Now I feel like I’m going to be wrong.

🌾🍊Yushi Huang Tuesday, 7:17 pm

😭

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 27

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26

Warning: Buggy x femreader Smut. Minors do not interact.

He stays silent for a moment, feels that his gesture might have interrupted your word flow. As he slowly takes his hand back, you quickly reach for it, holding it tight with your unbandaged hand, leading it gently to your chest. Buggys face softens as he can feel your heartbeat through your clothes. 

“I am a bad leader and my impulsive decisions have killed people in the past and made me a wanted person. I started all this to make a peaceful change but in the end there is nothing you can do when there are people around you who get misled. And now, siding with the Buggy pirates, probably becoming even more dangerous to the world government, my bounty has probably increased and Baroque works are also informed about this.” 

You gulp, breathing heavily as you say this, squeezing his hand tightly on your chest. 

“Maybe I am the reason you have been constantly in danger. Maybe because of me there are more people now pursuing this ship, your crew and you as a captain.”  To your surprise Buggy starts laughing, he gently removes his hand from your grip and cups your face with it. 

“I am a pirate, little girl. If I would not be prosecuted for my crimes, I would do something wrong.”

You see the fire in his eyes, you suddenly realize that your honesty and your vulnerability has sparkled this desire in him again. As your lips try to form his name, he quickly presses his mouth on yours. This kiss is less sloppy and more intense than last time. In fact, it feels like heaven. You can feel all his acceptance and his approval while he gently pulls you toward him to deepen the kiss. He shortly interrupts it to whisper gently: 

“Since you have been so honest to me, I allow you to act shamelessly tonight…” 

Something in you seems to break, you cannot endure this desire any longer as he just uttered these words. You wrap your arms around him, you lean into him, all your senses are attune to Buggys smell, his taste, his touch. You can feel his hands wandering over your body, he is taking his time today, wanting to make you feel good. Without hesitation you take off your shirt, you want to be close to him, want to feel your skin on his heated body. He starts kissing your neck, you can hear how his breathing is getting quicker, you gently throw your head back to give him all the access to your neck and chest, to kiss you, to fondle you. He is more careful this time, taking off his coat, his hat, but keeping his clothes and his bandana on. You yearn to see him not just as your captain, but as your lover, and so you tenderly reach out, gently unraveling the bandana that conceals his identity, allowing his long blue hair to fall free on his shoulders.

His mesmerizing blue locks spill around him, framing his face and accentuating his features. The sight of him in this unguarded state evokes a sense of intimacy and authenticity and you can only feel deep admiration and affection for him in this moment.  Buggy gradually eases himself backward, enveloping you in his embrace as both of you sink into the inviting bed. His tousled hair cascades across the pillow, creating a halo of disarrayed strands. You delicately position yourself on top of him, the connection between your lips unbroken as the kiss deepens. Mindful of his nose, you tilt your head ever so slightly to maintain the intimate contact.

With his body beneath you, a newfound sense of empowerment courses through your veins. It's as if the weight of the world has momentarily lifted, and in this intimate moment, you feel a rare sense of control. It's a sensation that is both exhilarating and liberating, a departure from the uncertainties and struggles that have defined your journey thus far. He has allowed you to finally make a decision. He has given himself to you even for this short moment. You smile as you realize that he trusted you completely.  

Breaking the kiss for a second you take off your underwear and your pants. You sit completely naked on your captain, he is still fully dressed, blushing even through his makeup at your sight. He has not seen you like this before, the other day when you were intimate it was just to please him and to blow off the steam and desire he had felt without taking notice of your body. 

Now, his gaze traces every contour, capturing the delicate curve of your hips, the graceful shape of your breasts, and the stories etched into the scars that adorn your skin.

You kiss again, he slightly lifts his head, wanting more of you and you can feel the bulge in his pants pushing against you again as you lower yourself on his lap, longing to feel some friction. 

You slowly start grinding on him, feeling how he stiffens up, pushing into you. He wants to give you the lead, but you can feel his impatience. As you trace the lines of his face with your fingers, you can feel how he has opened up his pants, taking out his throbbing cock. You smile as you realize he cannot wait anymore. But you don't want to make it too easy for him. His gaze follows you all the way as you slowly lower yourself on the bed, crawling between his legs like a little kitten. You take his cock in between your hands, feeling his heat underneath the hardness. You can hear him hissing your name as you take his member in your mouth, carefully sucking down the shaft, carefully touching his balls with your right hand. He has been very patient until now, but you can feel he is at his limits. With detached hands he grabs for your head, fingers in your hair, gently but firmly guiding you. “That feels so good, Y/n…!”, he gently moans and you feel so much happiness from him praising you and wanting more.

As you feel him growing more impatient, you slow your movements down, he willingly lets go of your hair and you crawl up towards him, gently pressing another kiss on his lips. “I want you.”, he finally manages to utter this and you feel like not wanting to waste anymore time either. You lower yourself on his hard cock and moan as you can feel his hardness filling you completely out. This time you feel no pain, but only pure pleasure running down your spine, you immediately start to move, seeing your captain so submissive and helpless in his lust in front of you is almost driving you mad. He is holding on to you, hissing your name while pumping into your hips from below. You are riding him really good, slowly grinding down and his only half opened pants give you all the friction you need to become even wetter. You try to be silent as you realize he is also muffling his groans, making sure the crew does not hear you both being sunk into complete lust for each other. Buggy who had been looking at your body slowly jumping up and down on him now closes his eyes, completely enjoying you taking over. It doesn't take long until he suddenly stiffens under you, grabbing your ass with all might, pushing relentlessly in you until his climax. His moan is the loudest you have heard him uttering so far this evening and you quickly bend over to shut him up with a kiss as you can feel his hot juices flowing inside of you. He eagerly kisses you back, still holding your ass, you can feel his fingers grabbing on tight, so tight that it feels like he is leaving some marks on your skin. “You're too good to me…”, he lets out a tired sigh, trying to grasp his breath. For a moment you look deep into his eyes, wondering if you should try saying “it” again or if he would shut you again just like last time. You stay silent, biting your lips, smiling as you see he is smiling at you as well. You roll down from him, on the bed, next to his long blue locks. “Gonna make sure to protect you from the world government and anybody else who tries to take you away from me…” Buggy murmurs this more into himself than saying this to you, he doesn't look at you as he says this, but reaches out for your warm hand, to hold his very tight. You cannot remember when you finally drift into a warm dark sleep, but you remember feeling full of bliss before sleep took over you. 

[naminethewriter]

Birthday Roses

@loceitweek is back and so am I! This first one is a bit rushed since I was busy this week and was too exhausted to work on this earlier but it still turned out pretty cute I think 🤭 Starting this off with Intruloceit because of Remus' birthday, though it is focused on Loceit, don't worry 💛💙

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus goes to Logan's shop to pick him up for their dinner for their husband's birthday.

No content warnings

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“I apologize but we are closed for the day,” Logan called as the bell attached to the shop entrance door rang.

“Punctual as always, dear,” a smooth voice responded and Logan rounded the corner to find one of his husbands standing there, smiling.

“Ah, Janus. Have you finished for the day as well then?”

“Indeed. But Remus is still finishing up his last customer.”

“I see. If you would flip the sign on the door for me, I can finish up his bouquet and we can pick him up together.” Without waiting for an answer, Logan disappeared back into the back of his shop. Janus huffed but followed his husband’s instructions before going towards the back himself. Finding Logan in the process of pushing some sticks between a bunch of roses was not what he expected, especially the color of the flowers.

“Did you dye those roses using ink?” he chuckled. Logan, who apparently hadn’t heard him enter, quickly turned around, his cheeks tinted red.

“Well… Yes. Yellow roses I had already and while blue roses do exist, they are genetically modified and not easy to acquire and there are no green ones, but Remus expressed that he liked our colors together and he expressed interest in receiving a bunch of roses after we watched those romantic comedies together and I figured he would like the science behind it, so…” Janus stopped Logan’s embarrassed rambling by putting a finger to his lips.

“Darling, I wasn’t making fun of you. I think it’s a very sweet idea and Remus will appreciate them. Especially if you left the thorns.”

“I did. He told me before that he thinks it’s a waste to cut them off,” Logan mumbled, face turned away from his husband to hide his blush. This side of Logan was one Janus rarely got to see, flustered and shy. He enjoyed the sight immensely, but they should get back to Remus’ store next door before he finished the last tattoo of the day.

“If you are done arranging them, we should leave before Remus goes home without us.” Logan snorted, shaking his head.

“You know as well as I do that he would never. He would sooner break in here to find us than go home alone.”

“I do not know what you are talking about, he would use the first opportunity he got to get away from us,” Janus smirked. Logan rolled his eyes fondly and got back to putting the last touches on his arrangement. Janus kissed his head before moving to start cleaning up the place a bit so they could leave sooner. He helped out with both of his husbands’ stores regularly, while also taking art commissions for his own income, so he knew his way around.

Two minutes later, all tools were in their places, the plants who needed it were watered and the bouquet was finished, which meant that Logan could lock up in peace and they could go to collect their other husband for his birthday dinner.

“Thank you for helping, Janus. I would have run much later on my own,” Logan commented while locking the last door.

“I would have never anticipated that exact scenario and planned accordingly,” Janus quipped, earning a huff from Logan.

“You can be insufferable.”

“Oh, I am aware.”

Laughing, they went to pick up Remus, who loved the flowers so much he wouldn’t stop hugging them until they were almost late for their reservation. A successful birthday celebration indeed.

[linkemon]

Shibui (Munakata Souta x Reader)

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ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴜᴛᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪx ɪᴛ.

[Reader] looked at Hitsujirō laughing. There was something familiar about the sound. At first, she couldn't even place what it was. When it finally sunk in, she felt a weight around her heart. Sōta's grandfather had the exact same laugh as his grandson. It spread throughout the hospital room like a beam of bright light in a dark room but there was a bitter note to it. Like he never believed his descendant could do anything right and the fact that disaster had finally struck was to be laughed at.

— That's not funny! — she shouted reproachfully. 

She felt hot tears dripping down her cheeks. The ones that had been building up for two weeks. She was beginning to understand why Sōta rarely visited his grandfather. Defending himself against him with his hands and feet suddenly made sense. He was a great charmer but not a very good family man. 

She remembered the first time she had met Munakata well. He had been a teenager then. Not exactly skilled in the art of closing doors. If they had been placed side by side, it would have been obvious that [Reader] had had the more experience. 

She had never been to Tottori before. Tired from the long journey, she believed she would have time to rest. Her family had even booked her a comfortable guesthouse. But when the familiar red streaks appeared on the horizon, she knew she wouldn't have it. The black dust particles in the air stank of destruction. They smelled of fresh earth and death.

By the time she got there, the giant earthworm was already writhing upwards. As always, it was preparing to fall. Bringing with it an earthquake and claiming hundreds of lives. [Reader] was genuinely surprised by the presence of another. Her entire immediate family were Closers. Although they had never ruled out the possibility that there were more like them, she had never met any. That was why the sight of Sōta was shocking. 

It was the first time in her life that she had found herself gasping for breath. It was pretty crazy. After all, she was running through deserted, dry rice fields, straight towards danger. And yet, all she saw in Munakata was peace. And even though the silo door refused to budge, he faced it. Step by step, fighting the overwhelming force of the abyss.

She reached the door, bracing her legs with all her strength. When the door swayed slightly, she knew it would all be over in a moment. 

Long, black hair tossed by the force of a hurricane hid the boy's face. At that time, she didn't know that behind them were hidden blue irises, reminiscent of endless lakes on a clear day. In his hand, a golden key gleamed. The same one that he had with great difficulty inserted into the materialized lock.

— O Great Gods who rule beneath the earth, you who have protected humanity for generations...— the teenager shouted over the wind. 

[Reader] looked out at the parched fields. In her mind, she saw the place as it had been in the old days. Green. Partially submerged in water. She stood among the hard-working people, putting rice seedlings in place. She tilted her hat, responding to the greetings of her neighbours. She was taking a break to eat a simple lunch with her family. 

She could smell the rain and feel the warmth of the sun on her face. The coolness as she dipped her feet into the slowly flowing water. The laughter of children playing surrounded her on all sides. She could almost touch the face of the old woman who was teaching her how to harvest. 

In a split second, there was dead silence and darkness. This was once a place full of life. Before the inhabitants decided to leave. Like many others in Japan. 

No matter how many times she did it, she could never get used to it. It was like saying goodbye to lives she had never known. She could only see fragments and she wanted to know them all. Because forgetting was like admitting that a place had long since died. 

— Your mountains and rivers that we have long called our own... I return them to you! — the girl finished, turning the key. 

— I didn't know anyone else could close doors — the boy said in surprise. — Anyway, thanks for the help. — The voice seemed to echo in the silence that fell after the hurricane had passed. 

— I had no idea either — [Reader] admitted. 

— Munakata Sōta. — He bowed politely. 

The girl should have expected it to end like this. She overslept because she closed the door far from Tokyo late at night and the train back was terribly late. Now, half asleep, she rushed out of the apartment. Luckily, Serizawa was never on time anywhere, so for once he could help her get to the other end of town. She checked one last time to make sure she had everything in her bag. She hadn't had time to eat anything in the morning but the driver had promised her she wouldn't be hungry. 

— You and your definition of breakfast — she moaned ostentatiously. 

— I never said it was a healthy breakfast. — Serizawa grinned. 

He handed her a can of energy drink, which she accepted with quiet resignation. That's how it all starts. You eat anything and then you stop eating breakfast altogether. A future teacher should introduce healthy eating habits. Meanwhile, he was setting the exact opposite example.

She got into the car and fastened her seatbelt. As usual, the boy was in no hurry. He looked wonderfully rested. He reverently pressed the radio button. Ever since he bought his red car, he had become unbearably obsessed with it. Every friend had to look at it. Everyone around knew its technical specifications by heart. They had no choice. 

— It's So Fly-Day, Fly-Day China Town! — came from the loudspeaker.

The girl moved her hand towards the smartphone hanging on the holder. She was slapped hard on the hands when she was about to change the song. There were no other songs than those from the sacred playlists. The 80s and 90s were the regions that had always ruled Serizawa's heart. And it was probably going to stay that way. 

The student started singing loudly, so she turned off her brain while sipping an energy drink. It was getting ready to rain. Heavy clouds hung over the streets of Tokyo. They were reflected in the transparent skyscrapers of the city center. The traffic jam gave her a chance to admire the bright red light blocking their chance to pass another street. As if to spite them, a car full of young people was parked next to them. The gang started to make fun of the loud singing. They looked like truants. Serizawa got into a lively discussion with them, during which, among other things, many words were exchanged about mothers...

— So, how's it going? — asked the boy, stepping on the gas. 

— You can see where we are going. 

Oh yeah. Playing dumb was definitely a good idea. 

— Don’t pretend. — Serizawa looked at her suggestively over his glasses. 

— Nothing's moved on except for that traffic jam. End of story — [Reader] said. 

The silence didn't last long. The driver had lost interest in the singing. Now he was interested in one thing, one thing only. She knew he wouldn't let up until he got to the heart of the matter. 

— Why didn't you tell him? — Only silence answered him. — If you don't tell me, I'll be driving forty an hour and you'll never make it. — He smiled maliciously. 

— Oh yeah? Bad luck. I've prepared myself. It looks like it's starting to rain. Since the sunroof is still broken, I've brought an umbrella. Time to put it up. 

[Reader] did indeed pull an umbrella out of her purse. It looked ridiculous, to say the least. A red sports car and above it a colourful umbrella. It didn't help much because raindrops were still falling on their faces but at least the tops of their heads were dry. 

— What are you doing? HEY! Put that away this instant. You'll scare all the chicks when we get there!

Well, yes. Because the girls will definitely be standing in the parking lot in the pouring rain. Seeing such a car, splashing water left and right, must have been the height of their dreams. 

The girl stubbornly held her hand up. The puddles were getting bigger, the drops were getting heavier. The sounds of songs mixed with the sound of rain. Passersby looked at them like they were crazy, rushing to hide in nearby shops and at bus stops. 

— Where are you going? — the girl asked, feeling a growing sense of unease. 

This was definitely not a path familiar to her. 

— I can't show up like this, so we'll do circles until you come to your senses. It's my new teaching method — Serizawa said. 

— I hope they don’t put any children in your care — [Reader] said. 

They went in circles like two hamsters in a wheel. The fuel wasn't cheap and the passenger wondered how many more kilometers they would do before the driver broke. 

The wet pavements sparkled, reflecting the light of billboards of famous brands. The few trees planted along the street bent under the pressure of the water. They seemed to shake off all the drops. The air smelled of damp. It was stuffy and heavy, announcing that it was just a passing downpour and would soon give way to the sun. 

— Then why is the matter still at a standstill? — Serizawa asked again. 

— You’re such a pain in the ass! — [Reader] tucked away her umbrella, letting the downpour get to them. — Okay, if you’re so keen, then this is on hold because I chickened out. Are you happy? — She rested her head on her elbow. 

The boy sighed but turned back onto the right route. 

— What are you afraid of? The friendzone? You two are obviously drawn to each other — Serizawa said. 

It was true. The subtle touches of hands. The shy smiles during compliments. The seemingly friendly hugs. They spent a lot of time together. Definitely more than just friends. From the day she first met Munakata, she knew he would be more to her. But when it came time to take the relationship forward, she didn't have the courage. 

— He's the only one who really understands me. If we don't work out, I'll lose him — she muttered. 

In fact, it was like that. Sōta was the only person outside of her family who understood her as a Closer. He saw the world a little differently than everyone else. He suffered from the same problems and difficulties. Which made it easy for them to help each other and even easier to bond. But for the same reason, she felt that losing him would hurt just as much. 

— If it doesn't work out, you can...  

—…be friends? — [Reader] interrupted him. — You don’t really believe that, do you?

After a moment's thought, the boy nodded. 

— Just don’t wait too long — Serizawa said as he pulled into the parking lot. 

— [Reader], heeeey, [Reader]! — The woman behind the counter waved energetically. 

The girl preferred to avoid unnecessary confrontation and go upstairs straight away but she had no choice. She sighed quietly and looked into the shop. She was always cursing Munakata for choosing to live in this district. It was in Tokyo. It should have screamed anonymity. Meanwhile, here, everyone knew everyone and knew everything about them. In addition, downstairs, there was a 24-hour shop run by two elderly women and a student her age. It was like a high-class neighbourhood surveillance system. Unfortunately, it couldn't be turned off at will. And sometimes it would come in handy. Especially since each of the employees absolutely adored Sōta and followed his movements as much as they could. Did he buy in a different shop? Next time, they'd accuse him of not getting a discount again or deliberately announce that the goods were out of stock. Did he bring [Reader]? They'd ask her right away if she was his girlfriend because they themselves had granddaughters who would be interested in a potential beau. Are they rushing somewhere with Munakata? Not anymore! Time for some new gossip from the neighbourhood...

— Good morning — the girl greeted, not very enthusiastically. 

She felt that the first question today would be: Where is…

— Where is our little Sōta? — Auntie blurted out straight away. 

[Reader] didn't even try to point out that calling a twenty-two-year-old tall man little made no sense. 

— I have no idea — she admitted honestly. 

She had been trying to figure it out for days, tearing her hair out. Munakata had only sent one short message. He hadn't responded to any texts or returned any calls. His social media was dead, too. She didn't know where he had gone this time. They didn't always keep each other updated on where they were closing the doors. Now she was regretting it. He had disappeared without contact before but never for this long. 

Auntie started talking about how the street renovation started across the street. Then about some white cat that was winning the hearts of all the internet users ([Reader] was almost certain that it was a student who was working part-time who had to show it to her). Then she moved on to how irresponsible these young people are, travelling at such a young age… 

— About those awful young people — [Reader] chimed in. — I heard Sōta’s cousin was staying at his apartment. 

— I gave her a spare key. — The woman waved her hand dismissively. — A bit scatterbrained, not like our Sōta...

— Exactly — [Reader] agreed, nodding vehemently. — Which is exactly why I need to check on her. — With that, she ran out of the store before her aunt could find a new topic of conversation. 

The way up was familiar. She took the steps two at a time, running up the stairs.

She knocked on the door as hard as she could. There was a dull silence. She knocked again. 

— I'm [Reader]! Serizawa told me you came and that you're Sōta's cousin. 

There was a moment of silence, after which increasingly louder footsteps could be heard. A young girl appeared behind the door. The teenager hurriedly invited [Reader] inside. She bowed low, waving her dark ponytail. 

She had to admit that, despite her aunt's words, the girl probably had some common sense. After all, she didn't open the door to a stranger on the spot. 

— My name is Iwato Suzume, [Reader]-san. — She bowed. 

— There's no need to be so formal. We're about the same age — the woman reassured her, seeing how uncertainly the girl was moving around. 

[Reader] took a seat on a small sofa. The apartment was tiny but she liked it. It reminded her of a library of old books about Closers that she never wanted to read. Of piles of pedagogy textbooks that Munakata loved to study from cover to cover. Of a worn-out carpet with funny patterns, stained with soy sauce. Of a broken light bulb that the owner refused to replace, which meant that they always sat in semi-darkness in the evenings. Of the smell of freshly brewed coffee and men's perfume. This apartment was simply Sōta. She didn't know if it was her profession that required her to associate places with people. Maybe it was partly so. But now she was certain that being here, she felt the lack of a man more strongly than before. 

— So… um… can I ask… I mean, what brings you here?

The teenager didn't seem comfortable with using just her first name. 

— Serizawa probably told you the same thing but I'm looking for Sōta.

— I swear I don't know where he is — the girl said. 

She admitted it a little too quickly for [Reader's] taste. But then again, seeing as she was struggling, she figured maybe she was just uncomfortable around a stranger. 

Especially since Serizawa was the first person she had met that afternoon. Deep down, he had a good heart but he definitely didn't win at first meeting. He was loud. He always demanded what he wanted. There was an indescribable, cheerful chaos about him. He smelled of cigarettes, despite the fact that he had proclaimed that as a future teacher, he would "smash" anyone who tried to light one under his nose. He was also followed by the smell of fuel, which he poured gallons into his beloved, sleek car. The colour was as red as his temperament. If it was him that Suzume had seen first, it was no wonder she hadn't been of much help. 

— I understand but... I was hoping you might know something. He hasn't been here in a while. You must have contacted him somehow to come.

— I didn't make arrangements to meet him beforehand. I was in the area and needed to rest for a while. I knew to pick up the keys downstairs if anything happened. That's all.

The woman felt her hope drain away. 

— Oh... I won't bother you then. — She started to leave. 

— Miss… I mean… are you very worried about Sōta-san? — Suzume looked at her with a sincere and penetrating gaze. 

— We had a fight before he left. 

[Reader] thought back to their last conversation. They hadn't parted on very good terms then. Hopeless, even. There were rarely any tensions between them. Both were rather calm people. However, in the work of Closers, risk always followed them. Because abandoned places were rarely safe. Deserted houses, ruins and flooded areas were not such a big problem in themselves but the earthworm dragged destruction with it. Wherever doors opened, there was the stench of death. Passages not closed in time heralded earthquakes. How long were they supposed to do this? Until the end of their strength? [Reader] couldn't plan anything in her life because duty was always following her. A secret she couldn't talk about. What once seemed like an adventure had become tedious. How much more suffering was she supposed to watch, inserting the key into countless locks? 

Munakata didn't share her opinion. For him, everything was a noble privilege. So much so that he considered it his sacred duty to close the passages. [Reader] often wondered if this point of view had been instilled in him by his grandfather. It wasn't until she met Hitsujirō later that she understood that it was definitely not like that. Sōta simply didn't want to leave people in need and felt that there weren't many people who could replace him. No matter how many old memories of houses, shopping malls, bars, amusement parks or shrines he had to watch. 

And, although he understood why the woman wanted to escape from this, he himself was not going to do it. He did not want to be convinced that it might be worth finding other people who could help and in time leave everything in their hands. He argued that no one would be able to see the earthworm. And exposing anyone to the sight of the abyss was too dangerous. 

There were a few bitter words. The woman tried to recreate the conversation in her head many times but for the life of her, she couldn't remember them. All that remained in her memory was the disappointed look on Munakata's face in the dimly lit apartment. His hunched shoulders and how quickly he turned his head away. Perhaps so she wouldn't see that he was angry. Or maybe he just didn't want to show any tears. She had never seen him cry but this might have been the first time. 

That evening, she stubbornly stared at her phone, fighting with herself not to call. She also secretly hoped that a picture of the man would appear on the screen. But nothing of the sort happened. And when she decided to write the next day, she got no reply. After a while, all she got was a dry text message saying: 

I'm fine. Everything is okay.

It didn't sound like something that people who really had nothing going on would write. And Serizawa hadn't received any information. Munakata hadn't shown up for class and today he'd missed the exam to become a teacher. Something he'd been working towards for so long. 

— Before he left... I said a few things that I now regret. It's normal to care about someone you love, right? — [Reader] rubbed her temple. 

Well. She finally admitted it out loud in Sōta's apartment. Too bad it was under these circumstances. Even if his cousin had to tell him, it wasn't that important anymore. She just wanted to see him safe and sound. 

— O-of course — the girl stuttered. 

Her gaze went to a chair. Painted yellow, with only three legs. A strange little piece of furniture leaning against a stack of books, which had tipped over awkwardly with a noise. 

— I've never seen it here. Maybe it's a college project. 

It would make sense. Some of the work done for classes with the youngest sometimes took on strange, artistic forms. 

She couldn't tell what made her approach the chair. When she touched it, it felt warm. Two holes carved into the wood seemed to stare at her like eyes. Quite familiar, blue in colour. She blinked a few times. The longing seemed to be slowly starting to overwhelm her. 

— It’s mine — Iwato said, picking up the piece of furniture. 

[Reader] nodded. 

— If you have any contact with Sōta, please tell him to reach out — the woman asked, grabbing the door handle. 

— [Reader]? 

— Yes? 

— I'm sure he's fine and you'll see each other soon... 

— That little… what was her name? Suzume… I told her to leave it alone but she said she'd get him out. 

So, she wasn't a cousin. And she knew exactly where Sōta was. 

— How does she want to…? — The unspoken question hung in the air. — Never mind. I just need to know where she is now. I'll find her. No matter what I have to do. —  With that, [Reader] slammed the hospital door shut. 

The idiot Serizawa was right. She had waited too long to confess her feelings. And now Sōta was stuck somewhere in the abyss, all alone. She had to find him and get him out. And then she would tell him everything and there would be no more ambiguities. Ever again.

[your-local-baguette]

~Shades of blue~

Silky smooth black hair was blown back by the breeze going through the open window of this litterature class. Spring came around once again, the pink leaves and petals flowing around at the same rhythm of the wind. The scenery was quite admirable, but it wasn't a rare one, in fact, it had barely changed for the past years. Tons of students could be seen walking on the path waving in between the blossom trees. Celebration were heard from the halls, everyone left the school grounds with ecstasy. The black jet haired male was probably one of the only ones left in the building. Most had left, school was over for two months, who in their right mind would stay here ? That would be a certain setter with a delicate and attractive appearance. What was he doing ? He didn't know, but it felt right to stay, he felt like he needed to wait for something or someone. He impatiently tapped his foot, but no one ever came, it had been an hour since the bell announcing the end of class had rung. He slowly closed his eyes, taking in one last breath of fresh air before sighting and turning back to the litterature class he was previously in. It felt like he forgot something, he couldn't pint point what, but it felt wrong to leave. He did anyway, chasing away this thought, occupying his mind with questions like;

How will i spend my summer ?

What can i do to be better at volleyball ?

It didn't last long before his mind was empty of thoughts, no worries, no plans, nothing. Quite relaxing, he looked up at the sky, admiring the shade of blue that stretched there over what seemed to be endless.

A familiar head was waiting for him at the entrance of Fukurodani, she had the usual uniform. White long boots ran up to her knees, a red eyeliner enhanced her bright eyes. Glossy lips but nothing too intense, the setter smiled at the sight of his significant other, he kept on walking toward her.

Her hair was dancing with the breeze of the mid spring, a daisy hairpin resting on the side of her face. A smile graced her lips, her irises pierced through the setter's ocean looking ones.

His cerulean eyes could catch anyone elses, but [eye color ] caught his, both pair were forever locked into eachothers. Fingers gradually interlocked with their twins, holding onto eachothers tightly.

The girls hand made its way to the man's inky hair, his hands wondered on her hips. Lips closing like magnets, they joined in a loving kiss, one that both lovers had awaited since the morning. It lingered on both their mind, lovers staring into eachothers abyss like eyes, forehead pressed against eachother, an intimate moment between the two.

The girl tilted back her head, tugging on the man's hand, guiding him on the way to his home. He followed, steps synchronised, they walked in a peaceful quietness, morning glories waved from left to right on the side of the sidewalk. They all had different colors but the indigo shade had caught the girl eye. She reached out to it, gently picking it up, it's color matched her lovers eyes, she slid it on top of his ear. The flower enhancing his already delicate features, the male's eyes widened in shock, his fingers softly brushed the petals of the morning glory, it's texture reminding of his significant other dulcet voice. He smiled, a genuine one, one you would very rarely see of akaashi face. How long has it veen since he offered anyone this smile, one that warmed up [ your name ] heart.

Why did this moment felt unreal, he absolutely didn't know. The scenery of behind slowly faded to a completely different one. But it wasn't brought to hus attention right away, his attention at the moment was caught up in these eyes that were emptied of emotion at a painfully leisurely pace. But yet, a smile still graced the female's lips, her cheek faded away, until only her hand was reaching for the inky haired man. As hard as he tried to reach out for that hand, his body completely refused to move.

Let me go Keiji...

Tears poured down the setter's procelain skin, he looked at his surroundings. Nothing left of you, just an endless field of different flowers. One that looked oh too familiar to no one but himself, was that what he saw in you ? Endless difference between each shades of blue, it felt, so peaceful, quietness ruled over this placed. Such a tranquil and soothing place, he could hear his own heart beat. He felt at-peace here, in the endless conflict-free field of your faded heart. One he managed to get the key too....

But never would he let go....

[myimaginedcorner]

A TUMBLR STORY: TORN PAGE (p.2)

“Ah, Fate’s favourite children.”

Lights flicker. Golden shades rest on the woman’s skin, her ginger locks carefully scattered over her slim shoulders.

“You’re a rare encounter around here,” she laughs softly, pulling out a jar with blue and silver battling inside. “Alas, I presume Destiny monitors you much more carefully.”

“Bullshit.”

A hoarse voice intervenes, a voice of a respectful age. Behind me, a creature hidden under a shapeless cloak rests their drink on the table, loud knock echoing through the chamber. Their eyes have no particular tone, years of exhaustion fading all prior colours away. A pair of wise, sharp pupils pierce through you like two spears, their attitude, however, leaving the barwoman unbothered.

“What do you mean, Ralph?” she asks, reading up a new glass for the brewage.

“I mean what I say,” scoffing, Ralph turns around so you can see their temples flash in silver. “Fate’s just bullshit. They’re trapped in that goddamn place, they all are.”

“Ah, Ralph, but aren’t you a bit too judgemental? Our guest here just arrived,” with nothing but a smile, the barwoman gives you a quick nod. “We cannot debate on matters so philosophical without an expert’s opinion.”

“As if,” Ralph’s eyes roll slightly up, snake gaze almost disappearing under heavy eyelids.

“Yes, Ralph, that would be just rude. We must take care of our customer first, and then we can express opinions. After all, we haven’t even heard them out yet.”

You’re served a cup of an uncommon shape: it represents a scale of crystal purity, rivets with pan-holders symmetrically attached to both sides of the beam. Through, you can see the twisted light of candles, bottles of wrong shapes, and the reflection of two emerald eyes, patiently waiting for your evaluation. On it, two different liquids lay within the vessels: right from you, blue smoke raises from an ocean deep to sight, silver floating beneath its surface in swirls of mysterious nature; left, white waits for you, a blizzard climbing up the strings, mist hiding shadows in its diffused realm.

“I’ve tried to replicate your signature beverage,” leaning upon the table, the server’s smile grows wider. “Heard it was made for the peace treaty of the millennia.”

“Peace…?”

It’s the first time they hear your voice. A bit shy, slightly unused to being put to work. Quiet, dry throat preventing you from being more confident. You weren’t expecting to use it so soon – however, you’ve encountered a dilemma. You’ve never heard of that treaty.

“And here you’ve scolded me for being too straightforward…” mutters Ralph behind my back.

“I’m not straightforward, Ralph. I’m realistic!” she shrugs shoulders. “Beings never survive without peace. Somewhere, someone has definitely declared a peace treaty, and we’re celebrating that.”

“You haven’t even asked them when they’re from.”

“Does it matter? It all comes to peace or war. And war eventually comes to peace,” her smile shines. “So, I’m correct no matter their answer.”

You sigh, shaking your head. Their talk confuses you, your mind still not recovered from the ever-present darkness. You still feel void’s touch on your skin – it sends you into shivers.

“Ah, darling, here I am again, losing the conversation!”

Giving it a dramatic sneer, you are once more centre to her attention.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t leave my customer so lost when they’ve just arrived. You’re so beautiful, honey – what’s your style called? Or is it a specific creature that you’re portraying?”

DESCRIPTIONS FOR EACH SPECIES:

Human – You're one, aren't you? Well, if you're not, I'm surprised: humans are one of the most widely spread species in the entire Universe. With their origins traced as far as Earth itself, humans are highly adaptable to any kind of environment. They survive in any habitable planet, and are inclined to quickly acquire the most profitable resources to help them in their settling. They're smart, cunning, and versatile: despite their weaker anatomy, they compensate it by having the most advanced defensive and offensive technology in the entire Cosmos. In worlds as magically charged as Therania, humans quickly became skilled mages and healers, building their first cities in lands deemed impossible to prosper in.

Satyr – Nature's guardians. Satyrs aren't that widely spread across the Universe, requiring of specific habitats to live in: they're strongly dependent of an abundant source of magic present in the world's layers, as well as they require of big forests to protect and settle. In most cases, they also need a divine patron that would imbue them with power and immortality - that makes the satyrs some of the innately strongest species on Therania's grounds, but also, some of the most limited ones. They never leave their forests if they're bound to Nature. Otherwise, they are stripped of all their privileges, and become as weak as humans, with their agility being the sole perk that makes them more flexible in their movements. They also get subjected to the 'golden fever': those that experienced true power once, become thirsty for more, and search for new ways - sometimes, illegal ones - to bring that feeling back.

Elf – Scholars. While there are as many approaches to elves as there are Authors on Earth, Therania's elves claim to have one of the oldest ancestries within this species' history. Born as a native race to this magical planet, the elves are creatures of a long lifespan, obsessed with knowledge and research. Most of them spend their entire lives exploring one single topic, learning all what they can about a certain field, and writing papers for future generations. Some have more practical professions, however, they approach them with the same amount of dedication. The amount of time an elf has given to a certain topic can be seen reflected in their appearance: the bigger grows the percentage of their lifespan sacrificed to a certain matter, the more their skin, eyes, hair and even shapes mimic what they have been researching. And yet, despite their drive for progress, the slow, and often eccentric nature of elven research doesn't help Therania's stagnant scientific and magical progress, with little difference brought by the last generation of elven scholars, engineers, or even adventurers.

Berserk – also known as 'the humans from the Battle Lands', little is known of the berserk's actualy history. With no writing tradition present in their culture, various are the legends surrounding these warmongering species, whose mentality is set on constant struggle against each other. Strong, resistant, berserks are split into two factions bound by eternal war: children of Amtell, who believe in magical enhancement of their abilities, and children of Galtris, whose sole path in life is the constant breakthrough for their physical capacities. Both blame each other for the conflict, yet both believe that conflict is the only stage in which their species can exist. Followers of the Old Gods, they grow and live to be a weapon, fight bringing balance to their meaning.

Dryad - if satyrs are Nature's guardians, then dryads are Nature's spawns. They're products of a heavy magical presence within a forest: when energy exceeds a certain level, tree souls are able to acquire a shape, a so, a dryad's born. Bound to their trees at first, dryads live and die with their parent plant, their lives consisting of a carefree existence in the woods' most profound thicket. Often they're seen near lakes and rivers, for their own bathing keeps their trees refreshed in the driest times. Usually, no dryad leaves the forest where they have been born, unless their tree has moved locations. However, everywhere exceptions are to prove the rule. Some dryads, losing their tree, don't disappear immediately, but can live up to what is half of a human lifespan. What happens to them, is unknown: one cannot even imagine what is for a soul to lose its heart and body.

Honsa - In caves far from any sight, in labyrinths so old they were still carved beneath Therania's soil, a species known to barely anyone exists. They spend their time between two worlds, their eyes used to both light and darkness. With settlements built where sun isn't welcomed, they often walk between the other creatures, their presence, nonetheless, unnoticed to unknowing eyes. They're shifters - their true appearance hasn't been recorded by a scholar yet. Often, they choose to look like some exotic angel, and so, it is considered that their real body has its wings. They tend to also be quite big and high, their necks only slightly longer than the rest of species. Their image changes according to the situation, and their adaptability knows no bounds: their wings can be as soft as fluff or as hard as the strongest metal; their breathing can be air sucked into lungs, or water passed through gills. They can survive even the most extreme situations, and so, killing them is extremely hard. They do, however, never show their real face, and that points to a major weakness.

Skazka - Hello.