#pluvi's pals

[petrichorium]

you have !!! your whole entire usurper!gojo series is so important to me . i reread all of it on average at least once a week

WAAAAAAAA VIC OMG ilysm beloved thank u biggest compliment in the whole world 🥺

[pluviophile-imagines]

I saw those tags on your shouto post pluvi,,,,I AM KINDLY ASKING U TO ELABORATE. please (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

it’s a certain kind of agony to be here in shouto’s fancy high-rise condo, sitting with legs crossed on his couch, watching him quietly prepare dinner while you sit and stew in your questions and insecurities.

it isn't as if this is your first time here. in fact, that's kind of part of the problem; you're beginning to spend more time here than at your own apartment, and while it's not something you're entirely opposed to it does create a number of questions which you can't answer yourself and aren't entirely keen on asking aloud.

you and shouto have something. it's not something you've ever attempted to define before, but you've never much cared for that. he's handsome and attentive and just the right amount of weird, easy too talk to and easy to do more than talking with. you've been more-than-talking with him for many months now so you might consider yourself the foremost expert on more-than-talking with number three pro hero shouto.

but herein lies the issue currently sitting heavy in your heart: for all that more-than-talking you've come to realize you want to be more-than-friends too. and, most terrifying of all, you're not sure he's on the same page.

he's remarkably hard to read, for how candid he generally is. and he doesn't tend to volunteer information like that. so you sit in his fancy living room with eyes on but not seeing him diligently making you food, trying to figure out how to best broach the topic.

“shouto,” you call out finally after your minutes of rumination, and watch as his head pulls up to look at you so he can hum lightly in response, giving you a quiet, content little smile. you feel silly saying it—it's cliche, frankly—but you don’t have the time to think of anything better so the words come tumbling out. “what are we?”

for a moment the words don't seem to register. he blinks at you, once and then twice.

"huh?" is all he seems to manage. he looks almost horrified by your question; the expression on his face is enough to make you wither a little inside.

“i’m sorry,” you rush to say, “i, uh—probably shouldn't have—i’ll go—”

“no!”

he’s even faster, voice frantic like you’ve never heard from him before, eyes wide as he rounds the counter to make for where you’re halfway standing on the couch.

“no?”

“i thought—” he cuts himself off, pauses for a moment. his hands reach out to gently push you back down while he takes the seat next to you. then he says your name. “we’ve been dating since november?”

now you’re mortified for an entirely different reason. “what?”

“this is our six month anniversary?” his brows are furrowed, his nose scrunched-up, his lips pursed.

“it is not,” you say, because you couldn’t have been dating someone without your knowledge. it’s absurd.

"you've met my mother," he points out helpfully, or perhaps desperately.

"i—" he's right, you realize. you've met his mother, and his siblings—including, it's dawning on you, a certain infamous ex-villain who you're quite positive a mere fling would not be given the privilege of being introduced to. "holy shit..."

"you're halfway to moving in."

"i know." you bury your head in your hands. "that's why i asked."

he frowns a little. "did i really not ask you? i could've sworn it was before that gala, you joined me so i figured—"

"you asked me to be your date to the gala."

"is there a difference?" he wrinkles his nose more, shaking his head as you stare in disbelief.

"yes."

"hm." he hums, lost in thought. "i suppose this is on me, then, for not making my intentions clear."

you might be inclined to agree, though it's been far to long to be the fault of either one of you solely. still, his admission soothes the ever-increasing anxiety you'd felt leading up to this conversation, and the mortification of the revelation. you're glad, ultimately, that you've brought it up.

he stands suddenly. you watch quizzically, not moving from your own seat until he holds out a hand for you to take so that he can help you up. then he turns and, without letting go of your hand, heads back towards his bedroom.

"what are you doing?" you're following him despite your question as he leads you.

"making my intentions clear."

he rummages around, digging through his dresser until he finds what he's looking for. it's a velvet clamshell box—a jewelry box, clearly, made all the more obvious as he opens it to show you the dainty, elegant necklace within. you gasp as you stare at it, palm coming up to cover your mouth as your gaze snaps back to him.

"oh, it's gorgeous..."

"i'd intended to give it to you tonight. though i suppose it's a bit much for asking you out properly... i'll do it anyway. will you allow me to date you?"

"yes." you nod enthusiastically. "absolutely."

he's already taking it out of its box with dexterous fingers. soon enough it's dangling in his hold, and he's gesturing for you to turn around. you do as he says, tilting your head down to allow him to put it on you.

"god..." you let yourself giggle, a little breathless, the giddiness of todoroki shouto being your boy friend (for real) getting to you just a tad. "this is gonna be one hell of a wedding story."

"we just started dating and you're already thinking about marrying me? isn't that moving a little fast?"

you hit his chest softly with the back of your hand. "watch it, i'll break up with you on our anniversary."

in response, all he does is press a kiss to the nape of your neck. the smile he's giving you can be felt against your skin.

[petrichorium]

HI LORI!! I hope I'm not too late for your ask game >.< the only one I think you haven't answered yet is 🍉! Hope you're having a good evening hehe

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

UJABDHF I MEAN honestly thats a complicated question bc i get so much more satisfaction when i post longfics (and when multichaptered ones are done, i assume) but it takes so long!!! its equal while im writing tho so i think i prefer long??? idk. if i only wrote long stuff i would never publish anything fucking ever so

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

this is a goofy one but for a while i refused to accept kuroo's real job AJHDBFC its grown on me now but my silly little "vet and also chaos scientist youtuber kuroo" au lives on in my head...... similarly i completely ignore draken's endgame job he works at s.s. motors. and gagamaru can cook ty KJHASBF IDEK IF UR IN ANY OF THOSE FANDOMS im sorry if not

all fruit prompts have been answered!

[pluviophile-imagines]

pluvi my beloved…how do knight!draken and arranged marriages connect 🙏

knight!draken who returns a war hero. the campaign had been long and grueling, but he returns victorious, the death of the former king well and truly avenged and himself little less than a legend.

when your parents tell you that they've arranged a match for you, he's hardly the first on your list of suitors. you've never met him, and knights are not among the pool your parents typically would choose from. you know his name, though; can't conjure up a face but you know of him. the prospect is more than a little terrifying and it only increases as the day of his visit draws nearer.

he's more handsome than you're expecting. taller, too; a little imposing but clearly doing his best not to intimidate. you'd expected the rumors to be exaggerated yet you find every one to be accurate or, to your surprise, find him to exceed them. your parents have already made up their minds—it's obvious when they leave the pair of you alone for a moment. perhaps he knows that as well as you do. perhaps he notices the way you stiffen when they leave. whatever it is, he takes the opportunity to talk to you and asks you if you're willing.

the question comes as a surprise. you wonder why he'd bother, when your opinion of the matter is hardly important. you'd blame it on your surprise at the question, but you respond truthfully and tell him as much.

and he surprises you further by being thoughtful, by responding with sympathy. by telling you that he has no intention of marrying through force and that if you truly wish not to have anything to do with him then he'd discuss with the king (my friend, he says pointedly, the man who initially approached your parents about this union). but then he continues, and he says that should you be interested he would like to be a good husband to you.

he tells you of his affair with his charge in the turbulent times prior to outright war, tells you of how she'd been candid with her fears. he tells you that he wants to be different for you. and you know just how rare of a man he is, you're well aware that though he's given you the option you'd be a fool to give him up. so you don't. you tell him that you wish to marry him.

when he kisses your hand in farewell it lingers, both his lips and his fingers. he makes eye contact before he stands to his full height—towering, but not intimidating. not anymore.

you think you could see yourself loving him.

[petrichorium]

Instead he starts sending the same thing randomly and when asked says it’s bc he thought of u so now ur trying to parse out if it’s some kinda post-nut ritual

u stopped sending reo selfies randomly bc he just sends u a stack with a bunch of lovey emojis and nothing gets him to stop

[petrichorium]

HI PLUVIIII 🍑 + 🥝 + 🍈 !!!!

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

okay okay theres this taiwanese drama called lost romance right? i have been DYING to do a bakugo fic inspired by that. the plot has the ml being a CEO (classic) and the fl being a romance editor and the two of them ending up in like a shared coma that follows the plot of a book that the fl was editing. very fun, full of like taking romance tropes and turning them on their head in a fun cute way. i thought it'd be a neat idea that can be easily translated to quirk/villain shenanigans and the ml has major bkg vibes LMFAOOOOO but! one bkg longfic at a time (also ajshdbf i think ive mentioned this but. my ayato wip began as a much ado about nothing retelling which very quickly went ENTIRELY off the rails and is very much no longer a much ado about nothing retelling so,,,,, i suppose id be down to retry that! probs w a diff char tho. maybe kuroo? i think kuroo would be a pretty good benedick)

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

hmmmmmm this is Very Hard um. i guess mutual pining? i think that's probably the one i write the most lmfaoooo update: yes ao3 says that's my top tag after fluff so! i will go with that

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

i will be going with pantalone for this one bc i did get another melon and i will use it to talk abt other blorbos pfft but with pantalone!! i think he is a simp 😌 i'm also a big fan of childhood friends with him, just bc i think he's so guarded and so much of an ass now that u Have to have already been a chink in the armor to really get through it. however!!! once u do!!! he is a doter and he throws money at u and he is very much a hopeless romantic. a simp!!! bc what use is a man with money if he doesnt want to waste it all on u 🙄

send in some fruit asks!

[pluviophile-imagines]

losing my fucking MINDDDDD over your tags….hes the type to make is so clear in the beginning that all it’s ever gonna be is no strings attached…so when that changes and he has to eat his words…delicious.

YOU'RE SO CASUAL ABOUT IT TOO it kills him. like. he's laying in bed, you're getting re-dressed and he's half debating asking if you wanna take a shower at least before you go while stubbornly ignoring the butterflies in his stomach like he's going on a first date rather than watching you fix your hair, and then you drop the bomb.

you say you still wanna be friends, if he wants, because you like him. but you're starting to think about settling down. your best friend just announced she's getting married and a childhood friend is pregnant. you're about to turn 25 and it's been fun but you're looking for something more attached. you really just answered oliver's u up? text because you figure it'll be the last time. it's all so........ casual, the way you say it. practically clinical. kind of unnerving. you've always been like that, though—it's the very reason he initiated this arrangement in the first place—so he tries not to take it too personally. he's the one who'd said he wasn't interested in anything serious, that you should look elsewhere if that's what you want, so he shouldn't be so surprised. he shouldn't feel like you've punched him in the gut. you remind him of his words all those months ago without seeming even a little bit saddened by it; in fact he might call you bemused as you say you know what he wants, who he is, and that you're breaking it off because your mutual desires are no longer so mutual.

what you say as he's seeing you out, however, is the kicker. you tell him you have a date in a week. a colleague from work. seems sweet. taking you to a nice restaurant for dinner. when he shuts the door it feels a little like he's in a daze.

he's still lingering on it hours after you've left, laying in his bed again staring at the ceiling, the same position he'd been in when you'd initially broken the news.

he's not exactly worried about the date, not really. you've been on plenty of dates before and a salaryman isn't really your type. yet he wonders if you've ever thought of him as sweet and he highly doubts it, and for some strange reason that puts a bitter taste in his mouth. and he thinks that if you wanted to go out to dinner you could've asked him to take you. and he wishes you'd text him more about even the stupid mundane stuff in your life, and he wonders how his team would react if he introduced you as his partner instead of just his date at the next charity event, and he thinks about how his bathroom sink might look with a toothbrush for you taking permanent residence on it, and he imagines waking up to you cooking breakfast instead of an empty bed because you've slipped out before daybreak, and the way you call him oli with that little pout is bouncing around uncontrollably in his mind like you've put some kind of fucking spell on him—

he bolts upright in his bed. there's a hairtie on his dresser and he knows it's from you even without looking because, he realizes quite suddenly, he hasn't had anyone else over in months. he hasn't even thought about anyone other than you, not like that. it's only been you for some time.

so maybe you're wrong. maybe he'd been wrong that first night. maybe he wants something more serious, too.

you're probably going to make him get on his knees and beg when he tells you.

[suguwu]

Ok firstly new them? Fucks. I love it, it’s kinda subtly Halloween-y n vampire-y but not overtly so so it can stick around for a while v cool v pretty I love the red

Secondly! I love fics with original love interests JDNDKSN I love fics with original chars in general tbh bc like. Giving the reader a life outside of the characters from the original work rlly fleshes them out so much, it just makes them feel so much more alive and vibrant, and oftentimes when people use other chars from the original work to fill whatever role I find myself going “it’s preposterous to think that the reader would know this person too” (unless there’s an explicit reason) n it ruins my immersion pfft so I’m v much down!!! Tho I’m invested in this specific fic anyway u know that kdnfksnf

plu my greatly greatly beloved thank you <333 i am v pleased with it but esp if it has the pluvi stamp of approval bc ur themes are always impeccable??? i had a lot of fun picking it out but you should have seen some of the art where i was like mmmm maybe a little much ksldfjs

exactly exactly you just outlined so much of why i love ocs in reader insert stories! i think it's fun to have canon characters fill roles but sometimes i think it's hard to make it fit, whereas an oc can be more flexible. imo it rlly does add depth to the whole world around it. and i love ocs so,,,yeah. hopefully i can make y'all at least like the oc love interest!!

ksldfjsfd i think you know more about this fic than anyone else so i am glad that you are invested! excited when i finally get to share it!!!

[petrichorium]

a story, in four memes—

feat. me and @namodawrites​

[petrichorium]

🍊 & 🍌for the ask game please 👉👈

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…)

draken! I've said this before i actually write for him a lot i just never post it lmfaoooo. i always wanna write more kuroo too. and asahi!!! i haven't written for him at all except for my goofy crossover w him and mitsuya tokrev but i rlly do adore him

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

oh god i dunno,,,,,, uhhhhh all of my pretty boys and problem children banter ig

send in some fruit asks!

[pluviophile-imagines]

🌹

i burden you with some usurper!gojo

You should know better by now. That’s all you can think—you should know better by now. He’s been sleeping in your bed for months, you’ve been sleeping in his for weeks—ever since the wedding—and you’ve had to do your best with his antics for as long as he’s returned to the palace. You’re his wife. You should know by now when you must give in to his wheedling demands and when you can push back.

Yet nobody could have predicted he’d be this brazen, as he kneels before you in front of a crowd of hundreds.

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[petrichorium]

pluvi ur tags on my period sex post !! u are doing your part and i am so thankful for it 🙏 you’re doing MORE than your part actually bc (from what i remember) it features oral (f!receiving) which actually is worth 50 regular run of the mill period sex fics

KDNFKDN it is just oral (f!receiving) actually bc I believe in men who consider it their duty make u cum a million times until ur cramps r gone 😌

[petrichorium]

🧍🏼‍♀️bee I HATE you 😭😭😭 caught me working on my ex fiancé!jing yuan fic instead of svarog like I’m supposed to 💔 I believe @reddriot also tagged me a few days ago I just forgot I’m so sorry ze pfft

“Go home, general,” you pant out through kiss-swollen lips. “Think of me if you must, but don’t weigh me down with your presence here any further. I feel like I’m drowning in my family home. It’s cruel.”

Tagging whoever wants to!!!! This has been going around so much I cannot think of anyone who hasn’t been tagged yet rip

last line tag game

i haven’t written much this week, winter blues are coming on strong and i feel a hiatus in my midst with changing life circumstances but here we go. thanks for the tag @gretagerwigsmuse @jupitercomet @bobfloydsbabe @joaquinwhorres

RULES: Share the last line you wrote for your WIP and tag as many people as there are words.

Tonight? Bradley Bradshaw was going to claim you.

Tagging @a-reader-and-a-writer @callsign-madusa @roleycoleyreccenter @t-nd-rfoot @pisupsala @butaneandthebeast @lostinwildflowers @thedroneranger

[pluviophile-imagines]

🌹 👁👄👁

some ayato just for u meggy

“Be nice,” he breathes out against your neck, that silken voice warm and husky with affection. “Be good to your husband, hm? Be sweet to him and he’ll be sweet to you.”

You don’t want to be sweet. You want him to feel the agony you’re feeling now, you want him to feel like he’s being wrenched in two from the inside out.

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[petrichorium]

even if it’s not what i think it’ll be i’d love to hear your yan jing yuan thoughts 🙏

Okay in essence I think,,,,,,,, the impulse is there and he actively shoves it down 🫣

Like it’s there!!! He sees you smiling at someone and there’s a tugging feeling in his gut and he knows he could drag you away and lock you up for millennia without lifting a finger, and he really does consider it; imagines being the only one who can see you, imagines you with nothing to do but be pampered by him all day, always in his bed or his garden, never having to find you laughing and spending time with anyone else. Nothing to do with yourself but accept his adoration. How much has he given to his people, to the Luofu? Surely he deserves to be selfish with this one thing.

He could collar you without batting an eye. All his, for the rest of your nigh-infinite lives. He likes the thought, he really does.

But that only lasts a millisecond. Because above all else the Arbiter-General Jing Yuan is clever, and he knows the consequences of that line of thought—not that he’d be stopped, not at all, but that you would never truly love him if he went through with it. Sure he’d wear you down eventually but that would never be the same, and he would lose any chance of his genuine affection being returned. And his pride might never recover from that wound.

Sure, he could make you his pet, and he’d find some satisfaction in that. But it would be fleeting. He holds you too highly to want to break you; yes, he deserves to be greedy with you, and that means he doesn’t just want you in his arms. He wants your love, your life, and he wants to earn it honorably. You’re a discerning little thing, giving him a run for his money, but he’d be lying if he said he hated the chase. It’ll make it all the sweeter to win properly.

He needs you to choose him, freely, of your own accord. He needs you to want him even a fraction of how much he wants you, and he needs that desire to be your own.

[pluviophile-imagines]

🌹 u already know what i want

joke's on you shat ill give u bodyguard bakugo fic but not bakugo

“One more request. And I confess this one is far more selfish.” He stood from across from you, too elegant to be abrupt as he tucked his book away and straightened his jacket. As he continued to speak he made his way over to the other side of the table until he stood before you. “I’d like a parting gift, if you so choose to oblige me. A final kiss.”

Your breath hitched. For half a moment, it felt as if time stopped. You thought your heart might have skipped a beat.

He held out his hand, palm up, for you to take. Those long fingers felt so achingly familiar when you took them, yet as he lifted you to your feet with uncanny strength you hadn’t known he’d possessed a year ago, you knew the ache was manageable. Knew it wasn’t solvable by running back into his arms.

“Just one kiss?” you asked, quiet, a little timid.

“Just one. That’s all.”

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