#race hero lavender white

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レースヒーローラベンダーホワイト - Race Hero Lavender White

[ubejamjar]

B A S I C S

Name: Ajisai Kawanami

Nicknames:

Aji - Thancred and Alisaie

Aj (not AJ) - Aymeric occasionally in private frequently if they are both inebriated

Little star - Parents. Ajisai uses this as an endearment for children.

Age: Early 30s

Nameday: 7th Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon

Race: Raen Au Ra

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Healer, Warrior of Light

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally straight and deep blue, with lavender at the ends. She keeps it short as a matter of practicality and she doesn’t really know how to care for long hair. It grew out between Heavensward and Stormblood but she cut it just before going to that first meeting in Gridania.

Some kids taught her how to braid and she’s been doing it ever since.

Eyes: Orange-citrine with black limbal rings

Skin: Copper, think Southeast Asian; her scales are white

Tattoos/scars: Ajisai has many, many scars that she keeps covered because she wants to look respectable. One does not simply live a life as a soldier, pirate, and hero and avoid scars. I haven’t decided exactly what scars she has because I haven’t looked into putting them on her.

F A M I L Y

Parents:

-> Kana Kawanami Mother, samurai, former rice farmer and sake brewer, Doman Resistance Fighter.

Currently: Alive and fighting on the Gyr Abanian border under Lord Hien’s command.

-> Tatsuo Kawanami Father, geomancer, former rice farmer and sake brewer, conscripted Imperial healer, presumed dead.

Currently: Alive in Dalmasca (maybe?)

Siblings: None, though she thinks of Lyse, Alphinaud and Alisaie as her little brother and sisters. She adores Thancred as a brother, Y’shtola as an sister.

Grandparents: Murasaki Grandparents: Samurai who lived in Monzen; Kana's estranged parents. They died fighting in the rebellion. They never knew that Kana married, had a child, and lived in Namai.

Takemura: A priest at Shisui who raised Tatsuo as his own son. He was old already when Tatsuo was a child and long dead by present day.

In-laws and Other: The Fortemps: She treats them as extended family though their relationships are complicated. Despite Edmont's fondness for her, Ajisai feels he still holds her responsible for Haurchefant's death.

She is unmarried and unattached though she has romantic feelings for Aymeric (which I wrote an essay about)

Pets: None at the moment

S K I L L S

Abilities: Marksmanship - Great with a gun; refuses to use one ever again

Field Medicine - Aside from her healing magic and botanical knowledge, she is trained in Garlean combat surgery.

Life Sketching - Likes to draw everything she sees in her journals. She carries two at any given time -- one is personal, the other is meant as a gift for Aymeric but who knows if she’ll ever actually give it to him because she wrote a love letter in there.

Hobbies: Reading, specifically books about law and history; astromancy and divination; tea making; drawing; talking entirely too much to strangers; ruin diving; research into ancient civilizations

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Compassion She genuinely cares about the people around her— she wants to do the most good she can do for as many people as she can. It isn’t just about penance, she likes seeing people happy and well.

Most Negative Trait Healing Hubris After years of harsh study and field training, Ajisai believes herself to be the best healer to the point she will not trust other people to heal herself, her companions, or loved ones. She spirals whenever she’s forced to confront the possibility someone might be beyond her abilities (like Haurchefant)

L I K E S

Colors: Summer sky blue, plum purple, lavender

Smells: Cinnamon and clove, sugared pecans, vanilla lavender, freshly baked cookies, pine needles, campfire smoke

Textures: Rough paper, plush blankets, river smooth stones, soft fur

Drinks: Ishgardian tea, hot cocoa, warm milk with honey and cinnamon

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Only to be social

Drinks: Only drinks with Aymeric or alone. She drank heavily after the Vault, along with her sleeping potion use.

Drugs: Used sleeping potions to force herself to sleep and was considering using more… illicit substances to numb the pain before she started napping in the Congregation.

Mount Issuance: Story-wise, Ajisai didn’t join a Grand Company. She just.. wouldn’t leave one military to join another. She took porters and aetherytes until she got Pillion from Haurchefant. She calls him Pillion because Haurchefant said she could ‘ride pillion’, not realizing ‘pillion’ referred to the passenger behind the rider.

Been Arrested: Yes, probably for disturbing the peace in Limsa. Many tavern brawl taken too far, maybe some petty theft and other minor crimes before she got her shit together.

Tagged by: @paintedscales ❤️

Dragging these people into getting arrested with Ajisai: @oh-yeah-no @otherworldseekers @corsair-kovacs @amalthea-felsblood @thewitchofelpis @thevikingwoman @disciple-of-frost @viiioca @sasslett @gatheredfates @pumpkinmagekupo @starres-stuff @khaiens @aislingsurrow

If you were already tagged, consider yourself double-tagged or triple-tagged or—

[mahvaladara]

I was tagged by @izayoirii. Thank you. I love doing these.

B A S I C S

Name: Khal'lil Varysia (Khalil)

Nicknames: Khal, by everyone, dragon, by Mako, my child, by Hydaelyn, Star (by others of his race and dragons).

Age: Adult, appears to be in his mid thirties.

Nameday: 10th of First Astral Moon. Was the day he was found.

Race: Asheren (outsider) Dragon, everyone believes him to be a Raen Au'Ra.

Gender: Male

Orientation: Pan. Catching feels for a deaf librarian.

Profession: Warrior of Light, Wandering Scholar, Mage, wandering star.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Long, red and straight. He leaves his side-bangs loose and ties half of his hair in a bun. He also likes side-braids.

Eyes: Shifting between a sharp green and neon green.

Skin: Pale and caucasion, littered in gold scales. Khal does not tan easily, and if it was not for being a dragon, he'd walk around sunburned.

Tattoos/scars: Khal has a very deep scar on his chest, right over his heart. It appears he was pierced by something or pinned. The scar's a little bruised from being shot by another dragon and later on by an ascian cause seeing his friend get shot was not deterrent enough to stop him from trying. He has a few adventuring scars on his arms and back, some spells he failed to dodge or a blade who got to close for comfort, or a lesson or two from being too cocky.

As for tattoo, Khal doesn't have tattoos but he has full body warpaint on. It's quite water resistent and not easy to smudge. When it does get smudged he either paints it back on himself, asks someone else to help him with it, but most of the time just uses magic to reapply it.

F A M I L Y

Parents: He has no parents. His parents passed away several decades/centuries ago. Far before he became lost and was buried. His parents disappeared around the same time the rest of his race started disappearing.

Siblings: No siblings he knows off. Khal is a lone star.

Grandparents: Technically, Majah, as the mother of all Asheren, would be considered his grandmother.

In-laws and Others:

Mostly friends. He holds very few people as important in his life. He cares deeply for Ryl and feels a connection with the elezen, as if they have met before in another world. He respects and looks up to Mako, as a much older and much more skilled WoL. Gets along with Ishwa, Inouva and Haoru and often goes adventuring with Gal, another fellow adventurer.

S K I L L S

Abilities:

Very simmilar to the Echo but also different, Khal has the Sight, associated to a third eye he choses to hide. The sight gives him sinesthesia, and he can see emotions, auras and intentions. The rest of it acts almost identical to the Echo. He has no control over it.

Khal as a great prophiciency at many types of magic, from wielding it with the use of grimoires for offense or defense, to mixing it currently with a blade with red magic, Khal has understanding of both white and black magic and arcamina. He is absolutely fascinated by the flow of aether which has lead some of his friends to suspect that perhaps Khal comes from the realm of Aether or from another world watsoever.

Hobbies:

Seamstress, journaling , botany and traveling. Learning anything he possibly can. Khal is a knowledge hoarder. Reading, he's an avid reader and often visits libraries to borrow books.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Selflessness and curiosity.

Most Negative Trait: Recklessness and pride.

L I K E S

Colors: Wine Red, Moad and Rhotano Blue, Grape Purple.

Smells: Pine, lavenders and sandalwood. Also the scent of freshly baked bread.

Textures: Silk, cotton and fresh grass under his feet.

Drinks: Chamomile and lavender tea and Mead.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: No.

Drinks: Water, Tea, wine and mead. He loves mead.

Drugs: He does not take them. But someone needs to remind him some people don't want heroes around, and that qualifies WoL too. He should be careful with what he drink or eats. We never know when it might be drugged or poisoned.

Mount Issuance:

A white chocobo named Volante and a calvary drake he's still trying to tame.

Been Arrested: No. At least not yet.

I tag: @izayoiri (make for another char); @lazysunjade (for any character you wish); @dandylion240 (any character you wish).

[birindale]

As we enter the second wave of toys, a new She-Ra and Swift Wind have to be explained to the consumer, so Adora and Spirit wander through an interdimensional portal into a beautiful land called Crystal World. Josh is there. 

Transcript/Image ID below the cut

[Image Description: 14 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “Across the Crystal Light Barrier”.

Cover: Starburst She-Ra stands with arms spread high to show off her sparkles, Crystal Swift Wind at her side. They’re standing atop a mountain made of glittering crystal, beneath the Princess of Power logo. At the bottom of the page, “Across the Crystal Light Barrier” is written and actually outlined, though still definitely not the color I would have gone with. Beneath that, in a small font, it reads, “Illustrations: (copyright symbol) Mattel, Inc. 1985 Hawthorne CA 90250 U.S.A. PRINTED IN HONG KONG. All Rights Reserved. (registered trademark symbol) and TM designate U.S. trademarks of Mattel, Inc. 

The coloring style from this issue on becomes more pastel, and the gouache is blended more, giving it a softer feeling.

Page 1: A pink caption box reads, “Outings in Etheria are always very special and today’s picnic had been no exception. Adora smiled as Josh and Bow leaned against a fruit tree, the picnic basket empty and their bellies full. Spirit and Arrow stood nibbling at the lumps of sugar Glimmer held out in her hand.” Which pretty much covers the illustration. Adora is sitting on a blanket with the empty picnic basket.

Josh was apparently slated to be the Robin to Bow’s Batman at one point, but he never did get an official design, so this is just ‘generic blond man’. A second pink caption box at the bottom of the page contains the credits, “Produced exclusively for Mattel by: Writer… Tina Harris & Eric Frydler. Penciler… Jim Mitchell. Inker… Todd Kurosawa. Colorist… Charles Simpson. Editor: Joan Dumbauld & Lee Nordling”. 

“Want to race, Adora?” asks Glimmer. The composition on this page is leaps and bounds over the previous issue. Whatever Jim Mitchell was doing between waves one and two, I appreciate it.

“Sure! Come on!” says Adora.

End Page 1. 

Page 2: Adora and Glimmer mounted up. The second Bow fired his starting arrow, they took off! Galloping down the orchard path, they disappeared from sight. Neck-in-neck [sic], they raced against each other. Adora and Glimmer sped over field and stream, dashing wildly along the winding path.” So apparently we’re just going for outright narration. That’s cool. Kind of a weird decision in a comic, but I’m not a cop. Bow shoots his starting arrow and the girls take off, Adora on Spirit and Glimmer on Arrow. 

A beautifully colored panel of the race in partial silhouette. 

A rounded white caption box reads, “Suddenly, a mysterious burst of light appeared from nowhere!” and we see Adora rear back on Spirit, who balks at a stylized glow. 

End Page 2.

Page 3: A pink caption box reads, “Adora and Spirit slowed their pace. Startled, Arrow bolted, throwing Glimmer from his back”. Arrow is rearing and our heroes are walking sedately into the light.

End Page 3. 

Page 4: A lavender caption box reads, “Rounding the bend, Josh and Bow hurried to see the race’s finish. They found Glimmer on the ground and helped her to her feet. "Where is Adora?" Bow asked. "I don’t know," Glimmer replied. "She just disappeared!" "Over here!" Adora cried. I’ve crossed the Crystal Light Barrier." Missed some quotation marks there. Another reason not to use them in caption boxes. Adora and Spirit’s silhouette is distorted by the field of light and Josh’s hair is brown now. 

“Spirit and I are lost in a strange and wondrous land!” says Adora.

End Page 4. 

Page 5: A lavender caption box reads, “There Adora and Spirit stood, across a bottomless crack. "Arrow and I will save you!" Bow exclaimed. Glimmer begged him not to go and Adora breathed a word of caution. "She’s right. It’s much too dangerous. We’ll have to find our own way back to Etheria."" Adora and Spirit stare down into a foggy abyss, surrounded by crystal.

“Come on, Spirit! Maybe we can find someone to help us,” says Adora. 

End Page 5. 

Page 6:  A pink caption box reads, “Adora and her faithful steed wandered for many miles. Above them shone a bright rainbow sun. All around them, jewel-like mountain tops and petrified flowers glistened under the strange light.” over an illustration of exactly that.

“How beautiful!” says Adora, smiling.

End Page 6.

Page 7: A lavender caption box reads, “Soon they came upon a dazzling sight–a glittering herd of horses, unlike any they had ever seen before! Each horse had a color all its own–and each one shone like crystal! "Spirit, look!" Adora cried. "We’ve found help at last! But who can these beauties be?"" Adora points at a group of seven sparkling steeds, each with a pair of feathered (crystalline) wings.

“We are the Guardians of Crystal World,” says a voice from off panel. 

“Who…? What…?” asks Adora, looking around. 

End Page 7. 

Page 8: A lavender caption box reads, “The voice belonged to a sleek, crystal horse named Crystal Moonbeam. Adora quickly spoke to him. "We came across the Barrier and now we can’t get back." The lavender stallion nodded. "Recrossing the Crystal Light Barrier is certainly most difficult."" And I have to tell you, this horse is not lavender. His toy is a translucent violet, but this comic has him a soft periwinkle, cut through with orange light because he’s made of crystal. 

“Quite soon, you and your horse will become like us,” says Crystal Moonbeam, ominously.

“You mean we will turn into crystal?” asks Adora. Neither she nor Spirit seem thrilled at the possibility. 

End Page 8. 

Page 9: A pink caption box reads, “Crystal Moonbeam nodded gravely. "Yes. Anyone who touches the ground of Crystal World must change." But Adora hadn’t changed at all!” There was plenty of room for dialogue boxes saying this. Why even make this a comic? 

“I haven’t stepped from Spirit’s back,” says Adora. “I haven’t touched your world."

“Then, there may be a chance,” says Crystal Moonbeam. 

End Page 9. 

Page 10: A lavender caption box reads, “Dashing to his herd, Crystal Moonbeam returned with a sparkling filly. "This is my sister Crystal Sun Dancer," the lavender horse whinnied. "She knows the way across the Crystal Light Barrier."" The still distinctly un-lavender Crystal Moonbeam introduces them to a slightly smaller, yellowy orange horse.

“But to cross the Barrier again, you must have the power to fly!” says Crystal Moonbeam. 

“The crack is too deep to risk crossing it any other way,” says Crystal Sun Dancer.

End Page 10.

Page 11: Adora raises her arms and becomes Starburst She-Ra, with a long flowing cape with two wrist loops. Swift Wind becomes Crystal Swift Wind, a transparent pink plasticine version of himself. Herself? What are Swift Wind's pronouns this wave? The horse is see-through now. They have wings and a golden pleather mask, complete with unicorn horn. Light and sparkles radiate off the pair of them as they transform.

A pink caption box reads, "Adora unsheathed her Sword of Protection at once and raised it to the sky. In an instant, she and Spirit were transformed. Crystal World echoed with her powerful cry. "For the honor of Grayskull, I am She-Ra!" 

End Page 11. 

Page 12: "Swift Wind! Walking here in Crystal World has given you a crystal sheen!" says She-Ra, smiling as she reaches around to touch Swift Wind's face. 

A pink caption box reads, "Crystal Sun Dancer, Crystal Moonbeam, She-Ra and Crystal Swift Wind glowed with an unearthly energy as they leaped toward the deep opening. With a brilliant burst of color, they broke through the Crystal Barrier and vanished—gone!" as we see all three winged horses take flight, Swift Wind carrying She-Ra, surrounded by glowing and sparkles. 

"We'd better change back fast before our friends find out our secret!" says She-Ra, dismounting from Swift Wind and spreading her arms to show off her new starburst cape. Crystal Moonbeam and Crystal Sun Dancer aren't in frame, but they're still around, I promise.

End Page 12.

Page 13: A pink caption box reads, "Meanwhile, in Etheria, Bow, Glimmer and Josh had been looking high and low for Adora and Spirit. Suddenly Bow heard a rustling sound behind him." Right, Josh is here. I forgot about him already. He's a brunet now. He's holding onto his belt and kind of pouting at the panel gutter, while Glimmer stares forlornly at her staff (here a pink and blue rendition that looks more like a clock than the toy-accurate rose-with-jewel). Bow looks over his shoulder at the approaching Adora, Spirit, Crystal Sun Dancer, and Crystal Moonbeam. A mountain range towers behind her, and the few trees we can see are full of orange… bubbles? Transparent fruit? They've missed a few of the leaf portions. Sloppy work, Skip, but you were dealt a poor hand here. 

"Adora! Where have you been? We've been worried," says Bow, with an uncomfortable smile.

"Oh Bow! I've been in a wonderful land called Crystal World," says Adora. These last two panels were just close-ups, but the backgrounds have some really beautiful gradients on them. It really seems like they were going for more of a 'storybook' feel from this wave on. 

End Page 13.

Page 14: A lavender caption box reads, ""Tell us, Adora, who are your new friends?" Bow asked. Adora made introductions all around and Glimmer fairly gleamed. "Oh Spirit, with your crystal coat, you're more beautiful than ever!"" Josh and Arrow smile on as Glimmer and Bow greet the new, shinier version of Spirit. Adora has an arm slung around Spirit's neck, while Crystal Sun Dancer and Crystal Moonbeam watch with smiles of their own. 

"It is exciting to see another land…" says Adora.

"But it's so much better to come home to my friends!" she finishes, in the traditional red used for a minicomic's 'moral'. So… I guess the moral is don't wander into interdimensional portals? Traveling might seem cool but you're going to enjoy going home way more? Who knows. Bow, Glimmer, and Josh have all shuffled places, but they're crowded around Adora now, horses nowhere in sight. Everyone's smiling contentedly. 

End Page 14.

End ID]

[adrisventari]

got a bit busy, but happy commander week! I've rewritten a few scenes from an Icebrood Saga fic I started writing in late 2020 (dear god), a selection that focuses on the charr race and Ariaami's relationship with her people. below the cut for your reading pleasure.

"Imperator Swordshadow."

"Tribune Veilkeeper. Good to see you."

Nobody had called her Tribune in quite some time, she was always the Commander, it made her feel fresh out of the fahrar.

"And you know you're allowed to call me Malice soldier, you've earned it."

"Of course, sir." Ariaami sat, her injured arm held close to her. It was in far better shape now, but the swath of brand scaring was jarring. There was almost a pulse to it, like the magic within was still alive, desperate for escape. She had been assured that it wasn't, but had elected to cover it anyway.

"Your arm?"

"Unfortunate consequence."

"Mm. Congratulations on the Kralkatorik kill by the way, you've done all of us a great service."

Ariaami waited for the acknowledgement that she knew, that it had been a family matter. A subtle nod to the General, a clever remark. But Malice said nothing.

"That was mostly Jodnil and General Soul-" Malice waved her paw, dismissive.

"It's all teamwork Veilkeeper." 

"Of course, sir."

So she didn't know.

"Anyway, what brings you to my office?"

"Checking in. I've got, time off." Malice chuckled lightly.

"That's a first. Your orders are as follows, go get some rest Tribune." 

"I-"

"You deserve it. Go on. The Keeper warband is in good hands with Legionnaire Blastkeeper. Besides, they're on a recon mission up north." Malice rested her elbows on her desk, thoughtful. "And you need to rest, that's an order."

Ariaami wasn't used to taking orders anymore, it has been nearly a decade of giving them. But she found herself nodding, standing, and leaving the Imperator's office. She wasn't good at resting, at sitting still, at being idle. At being back here, the Citadel was noisy, the air was smoggy. It didn't feel like coming back home, it never really had. Not since Barradin had killed all but the two of them. She missed the open air, unobscured by iron beams and smoke. Almost unintentionally, Maven materialized. The skyscale chittered softly, stretching her black wings to the clouded sky. Ariaami ran her scarred hand across the creature, before climbing into the saddle, and taking to the sky.

~

"Oughtta skin him myself, instead of waiting for Thackery to do it." Bangar paused. "You would be far more suited to be my eyes and ears. Our war-torn hero. So disconnected from her people. I could help you with that." The imperator's eyes were a faint yellow, almost white. Malicious, calculating.

"Not interested." 

"You can show yourself out then, Veilkeeper." 

Ariaami paused, her own eyes equally calculating, a lavender ice. She lingered, a moment longer than would have be respectful, and then turned on her heel, head held high.

~

BONUS TIME!!!

Thanks for reading! Here is a song from Ariaami's playlist that kinda fits the vibes of the day.

[mortishecate004]

Anti-Hero x GN! Reader

(a/n: he's the one from Unnatural Disasters on Roblox, don't judge me. Also I imagine him as Clark Kent, it's the vibes! I named him Orion since he doesn’t really have a name besides Anti-Hero. Sam, I blame you for this. :P)

Word Count: 844 Rating: Fluff, a little sadness, but happy ending!!!!

You were looking at your reflection in the mirror with a pout. Why? Because you had spotted three white hairs on your head. You continue to gawk at it, internally contemplating whether or not you should pluck them out… But they were gonna come back anyway, ugh! Your eyes moved down a little to see two more gray hairs, how did you even miss those? You combed your fingers through your hair, were you going to have to color them now? 

While you were in the middle of a mid-life crisis, you failed to spot your husband and son that had just entered the room. Orion carried the bouncy baby boy in his arms, he whistled as he looked at you from behind, “Well, if it isn’t my beautiful partner.” Orion had a wolfish smirk plastered on his face as he admired your figure, your son clapped his chubby hands with a small smile as he also spotted you. “Mama/Dada!” His little voice broke you out of your trance, you jumped a little at their sudden appearance.

“Jeez! You two need to stop doing that.” You yelped, placing a hand over your chest to steady your racing heart. Orion chuckles lightly and walks towards you, he grabs your waist and pulls you into his side. He glances down at you with his violet eyes met yours, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His voice was soft and caring, you could see even through the haze of ‘attraction’ in his eyes, there was worry laced in the pools of violet you loved.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid… I’ve-” you sighed exasperatedly, “I’ve got gray hairs.” He could hear the defeat in your voice, he hadn’t seen you this sad since you two found out you were about to have a kid. The overwhelming sadness that could crush your spirit and soul with one fell swoop, Orion and your son’s face hardened similarly as they observed your crestfallen look.

Their brows furrowed and their lips pursed in a thoughtful manner, “Mama/Dada.” Your son says with a low tone, his arms stretched out for you to carry him. You complied gladly, “Oh my sweet James, such a lovely little boy you are.” You peppered his cheeks with kisses, he giggled sweetly. That was yours and Orion’s favorite sound, James’s adorable little chortles and chirps of joy. Orion chuckles. He raises his hand and cups the side of your face with a hand, his eyes were full of love and care. "You're cute, you know that?"

"Orion," You gave him an unamused look, he chuckles yet again, his thumb rubbing against the three hairs. His purple eyes were lighter, he looked like he was trapped in a trance, "I'm sorry... It's just... We're doing it. We're getting older together." He chuckles for the nth time, his fangs poking out as he admired your features with a wide grin. Orion leaned forward to place a kiss on your pouty lips, "It makes me happy, doesn't it make you happy?"

"It does, Orion. Thanks for putting it in a better perspective." You pull him in for another kiss, small hands grabbed at you as you do so. You chuckled into this kiss, "Looks like someone else wanted some loving." James stares up at you with his deep purple eyes, he gives you a toothy smile and attacks your face with kisses. Well, more cuteness aggression from a toddler.

"Hey! James, don't do that. Gentle. Gentle. Remember?" Orion scolds James softly, prying the chubby hands grasping at your face firmly. The father and son share an intense look, lavender fighting with violet. James is the first to admit defeat and kisses your cheek softly, Orion smiles at the gesture. "Attaboy, we have to show love. I get it, your mom/dad is very pretty, but last time you did that. You gave them quite the wound."

His words started to become like white noise to you, you started to feel lighter again, the world was less dimmer than it was a few hours ago. Orion really knew what to say in situations, you were lucky to have even caught his attention. Moments like this reminded you why you loved him, not to mention, makes you fall even harder than you already were. God, what did you even do to deserve this life?

Little James was signing and speaking to his father, as if he was arguing back. Orion tuts playfully, "That's it, no more mom/dad time for you. You and I are gonna have a strict talk while mom/dad watches a movie. I'll catch up later, need to tussle with this naughty boy." Little James gave him a glare for even suggesting such an idea.

You laughed loudly, he was just too cute. James gives you another toothy grin, he lets out a deep bellied laugh. Orion joins in on the joviality, "But seriously, have some me time, my love. I'll be back." The two moved to the kitchen, you knew they had ulterior motives.

Life couldn't be better.

Fin.

(istg if people judge me)

[ultimateoptimus]

The Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club

A Gravity Falls SCUBA AU

By UltimateOptimus

Nutshell: What if Dipper, Pacifica, Mabel, .GIFfany, Wendy, Mermando and the young kids and teens of Gravity Falls were a school club SCUBA diving adventurer kids and teens?

The mysterious, sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon.

Only in Gravity Falls, Oregon can you find the big and deep ol' Lake Gravity Falls, home of The Gobblewonker, Gravity Falls' Nessie.

Only in Gravity Falls, Oregon can you find the Gravity Falls Pool, haunt of Mabel Pines' merboy crush Mermando.

And only in Gravity Falls, Oregon can you find the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club, a school club of adventurous SCUBA diving youths headquartered at the Mystery Shack, Gravity Falls Elementary and High School and primarily the Gravity Falls Pool dedicated to SCUBA diving, exploring, discovering and solving the weird, be it cryptid or mystery, having underwater adventures and fighting the forces of darkness in the Weird Underwater Wonderland beneath the weird waters of Gravity Falls.

The Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club Membership:

- Dipper Pines

One of the two Main Junior Divers and Founders of the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club. The boy of the Twins Pines.

Intelligent, compassionate, self-conscious and rational - and sometimes overly judgmental and can't wait to grow up. The adventurer at heart and extremely genre-savvy, Dipper can't sit still and is always looking for the next riddle or mystery to solve. His scrupulous attention to detail is useful when he is attempting to solve mysteries but sometimes his over-zealousness can leave others questioning his credibility.

Junior Diver Dipper Pines' swimwear and wetsuit is a reddish-orange/navy blue Boys' One-Piece Beachbody Swimwear, a reddish-orange/navy blue Boys' Longsleeve Shorty Wetsuit and white with dark moderate blue pine tree Silicone Swim Cap and SCUBA gear is a reddish-orange/navy blue ABC Kit (Mask, Snorkel, Fins), Boys' US Divers Calypso-Style Buoyancy Compensator Dive Jacket, Air Tank and Mouthpiece Regulator.

He is the dive buddy of his SCUBA crush Junior Diver Pacifica Northwest and his twin sister Junior Diver Mabel Pines.

- Pacifica Northwest

One of the two Main Junior Divers and Founders of the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club.

Up until the Northwest Mansion Mystery, a stuck-up, egotistical, arrogant, snotty, rude and mean girl who was also a stereotypical blonde popular girl as she had money, style and talent - revealed in said Mystery in truth a tragically misguided soul who only acted the way she did because her parents keep her in line with their tight standards on what being a Northwest entails. Now she set herself aside from the other Northwests, display altruistic traits when her parents tried to dissuade her otherwise, had a complete change of heart towards everyone and became a friend to the common folk of the town, including the Pines family.

Junior Diver Pacifica Northwest's swimwear and wetsuit is a purple/periwinkle/lavender Girls' One-Piece Racing Swimsuit, a purple/periwinkle/lavender Girls' Longsleeve French Cut Wetsuit and purple Silicone Swim Cap and SCUBA gear is a purple/periwinkle/lavender ABC Kit (Mask, Snorkel, Fins), Girls' Aqualung Spiro Lady-Style Buoyancy Compensator Dive Jacket, Air Tank and Mouthpiece Regulator.

She is the dive buddy of her SCUBA crush Junior Diver Dipper Pines and his twin sister Junior Diver Mabel Pines.

- .GIFfany

The Hi-Tech Digital Teenage Japanese High School Junior SCUBA Girl of the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club.

The Model Sentient AI Anime/Manga Japanese High School Girl and Textbook CyberYandere Heroine of Romance Academy 8 who is a living breathing Yandere Traits Checklist with all the boxes pre-checked, .GIFfany is the survivor of the destruction of her cursed game she hails from who ended up in the nearby arcade version of Fight Fighters, where she set her sights on wooing her Ideal Arcade Fighter Hero Rumble McSkirmish - the Ryu to her Sakura.

Junior Diver .GIFfany's swimwear and wetsuit is a white/pink/blue/yellow Girls' Japanese One-Piece School Swimsuit (AKA Sukumizu), white/pink/blue/yellow Girls' Sukumizu-Style Longsleeve French Cut Wetsuit and white/pink/blue/yellow School Swim Cap and SCUBA gear is a white/pink/blue/yellow Girls' Metal Fighter Miku-Style Buoyancy Compensator Dive Jacket, Air Tank and Mouthpiece Regulator.

- Mabel Pines

One of the Main Junior Divers of the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club. The girl of the Twins Pines. Despite all the weirdness in Gravity Falls, Mabel is always a "glass-half-full" kind of girl, rarely angry or upset and generally keeps a positive outlook.

An energetic, fun, bouncy, hyperactive, enthusiastic and free-spirited girl, Mabel is an optimist who skips through life with a braces-filled smile and an assortment of extremely colorful knit sweaters.

Junior Diver Mabel Pines' swimwear and wetsuit is a pink/fuschia shooting star Girls' One-Piece Racing Swimsuit, a pink/fuschia shooting star Girls' Longsleeve French Cut Wetsuit and Pink Silicone Swim Cap and SCUBA gear is a pink/fuschia ABC Kit (Mask, Snorkel, Fins), Girls' US Divers Mistral-Style Buoyancy Compensator Dive Jacket, Air Tank and Mouthpiece Regulator.

She is the dive buddy of her ultimate SCUBA MerDiver Boy crush Mermando and his twin brother Junior Diver Dipper Pines.

"I trained to become a Junior SCUBA Diver just to dive and swim underwater together with you again, my sweet Mermando!"

- Mabel Pines

Gravity Falls Junior Diver

- Wendy Corduroy

The Teenage Junior SCUBA Diver and Junior Instructor Diver of the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club. A teen of Gravity Falls and therefore the eldest of the Mystery Shack Gang, Wendy makes just the perfect Junior SCUBA Instructor Diver for Dipper and Mabel Pines and Pacifica Northwest to train their SCUBA skills as Junior Divers to a keen mirror finished edge with.

A mellow, down-to-earth, fun-loving and slightly lethargic teen who is a part-time worker at the Mystery Shack, Wendy generally maintains a positive outlook, is almost always friendly, and is rarely seen being moody or cranky, her cool attitude being largely a cover for the stress her family causes her - stress her role as Junior Diver and Dive Instructor of the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club can hopefully provide much-needed relief from. Ultimately, Wendy is just like any other ordinary teenager who wants to be an adult.

Junior Instructor Diver Wendy Corduroy's swimwear and wetsuit is an emerald green/dark blue Speedo-Style Hexagonal Tech Girls' One-Piece Racing Swimsuit, an emerald green/dark blue Speedo-Style Hexagonal Tech Girls' Longsleeve French Cut Wetsuit and Emerald Green Silicone Swim Cap and SCUBA gear is a an emerald green/dark blue ABC Kit (Mask, Snorkel, Fins), Girls' SeaQuest Explorer-Style Buoyancy Compensator Dive Jacket, Air Tank and Mouthpiece Regulator.

As previously established, she is the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club Junior Instructor Diver and as such is the teacher of Junior Divers Dipper and Mabel Pines and Pacifica Northwest.

- Mermando

The Emergency Rescue SCUBA MerDiver Boy of the Gravity Falls Junior Diver Club. The mysterious loner of the Junior Diver Club due to not wanting others to know of his nature as a merman, he none the less enjoys having fun with those who know of his true form. An extremely polite and respectful individual with an easy sense of humor. (Told you these waters be weird.)

MerDiver Mermando wears a sleek, sporty front-zipper swimwear/wetsuit designed for merboys like him being the Emergency Rescue Diver carrying fresh full air tanks main and emergency sizes and backup copies of the airbreather Junior Divers' SCUBA gear just in case.

In the event of underwater emergencies, whether from out-of-air emergency to monster attack, Mermando swims to his airbreather dive buddies' rescue, especially Mabel Pines, grabbing from the surface and bringing them new full air tanks in both main and lightweight system sizes for the former. And Mermando also brings backup copies of Dipper's, Pacifica's, Mabel's and Wendy's SCUBA rigs in case they have ditched them in forementioned emergencies.

He is the dive buddy of his SCUBA crush Junior Diver Mabel Pines.

Diving with the native aquacryptids and AquaGreys of the Lake, exploring the Lake's underwater dungeons natural and extraterrestrial - like USOs, discovering treasure troves of weird artifacts, training yourself in out-of-air emergency simulations to prepare for the real thing... name it, the Gravity Falls SCUBA Club under the waters of Lake Gravity Falls can give you all.

Be ye warned: Here Be In These Waters The Weird.

@aae-demon-zone333

@creepie-treattricker

[winchessssster]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ── 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴

His palms pressed against the cool metal table, lips pressed in a thin line, and gray eyes, cold as ice, eying the purple brooch on the table.

Two decisions weighed heavily on his mind; he could move forward, letting himself grieve her loss and focus on caring for their son who was also grieving, or he could give into temptation, luring him to dance along a dark path that would surely strip him of his humanity.

He knew the choice she would want him to make, but the pain was too much for him to bear. He missed her terribly and if there was any way to bring her home to him, he should try, right?

… Even if it meant losing himself?

He grabbed the brooch, a purple light exploding from the jewel. The light dimmed, revealing a small, lavender, creature with purple eyes to match and a dark purple swirl on its head with two, small wings on its back.

“Explain the Miraculous.” He demanded.

“Many centuries ago magic jewels bestowing extraordinary powers were created. These were the Miraculous. Throughout history, heroes have used these jewels for the good of the human race. Two of these Miraculous are more powerful than the others; the earrings of the Ladybug, which provide the power of creation and the ring of the Black Cat, which gives the power of destruction. According to legend, whoever controls those jewels at the same time will achieve absolute power,"

Absolute power? The thought danced around his mind almost hypnotically, luring him to the darkest parts of his humanity. Using that power would bring her back. He would have the love of his life back and his son would have his mother back; they would be a family again.

The small creature hovered in front of a tall figure who stood in the middle of a large room filled with pure white butterflies.

"I want that absolute power, Nooroo." His cold, gray eyes were shining with greed, fed by the desires of his heart, "I must have those Miraculous!"

"But nobody knows where these miraculous are!" The creature, Nooroo, frowned with a shake of his small head.

"I found you though, my little Nooroo." The figure purrs, smiling sinisterly. "Your miraculous… remind me of its powers again."

His cold, gray eyes were glued to the purple brooch placed in the middle of his palm.

"The Moth Brooch allows you to give someone their own superpowers and to make that person your devoted follower!" Nooroo smiles, happy to explain the powers he grants to his master.

"And when it comes to luring superheroes, what could be better than creating supervillains?" The man suggested, lips twisting up into a devilish smirk as an idea blooms in his head like a disease, taking away any common sense or morality that the man could have had.

Decision has been made, the deal has been struck; there was no backing out now.

"But master, the Miraculous are not meant to be used for evil purposes!" Nooroo protests, not liking what his master is suggesting.

"I must have this absolute power!" The man's voice rises as he points angrily at his Kwami, "Your Miraculous is in my control! I am your master now, and you must obey me."

Nooroo flinches back in fear, and bows his head in submission, knowing it's too late to stop his chosen from following the dark path of evil. "Yes, master."

The man grins wickedly, putting on the brooch, "Nooroo, dark wings! Rise!" Nooroo gets sucked into the brooch just as the butterflies in the room cover the man like a protective shield.

They blow away, revealing his dark, purple, business-like suit with a silver mask covering his face.

"From this day on, I shall be known as. . . HawkMoth!"

His dark laughter echoes throughout the room.

───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────

In a small shop in Paris, a small, turtle-like creature, a kwami, was resting when a powerful yet dark feeling overcame him.

His eyes snap open, revealing bright, yellow eyes with green orbs. The creature immediately flies out to inform his master, an old Chinese man, wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, by the name of Wang Fu.

Master Fu was on his knees with a customer, helping him with his back, "Master, master!"

Hearing the voice of the Kwami, the customer glances up just as the Kwami hides, "Master, master..." Master Fu immediately covers for his Kwami, "Chanting, it's all part of the treatment. Master, master..." Master Fu helps the customer up and pushes him out the door, "Thank you for coming, see you again next week!"

The turtle kwami immediately flies out of his hiding spot and hovers in front of his master, "Master, the Moth Miraculous, I felt its aura."

Master Fu glances down, holding his face in confusion, "I thought it had been lost forever!"

"But master, it's a negative aura." The kwami informs him, "I fear it may have gotten into the hands of a dark power!"

"We must find Nooroo and his Miraculous." Master Fu begins to walk forward with his kwami following behind, "If it has gotten into the wrong hands, there's no telling what evil will come upon the world!"

"Time to transform!" Master Fu raised his arm, showing a small bracelet, shaped like a turtle.

"Wayzz…" He doubles over in pain.

His kwami, Wayzz, flies over to him. "Please, Master. Be reasonable. You are–"

Master Fu cuts him off, saying. "Still young! I'm only 186." He climbs to his feet, "But you're right, Wayzz. I can no longer do it alone. We'll need some help."

Master Fu walks over to the gramophone and opens it, revealing a large box with Chinese carvings. Master Fu immediately lifts the top, revealing the jewels inside. Six multiple colored spots were placed around a circle, shaped like a yin, yang sign with a piece of jewelry placed inside each of the two dots; the ladybug earrings and the ring of the black cat.

Master Fu's brown eyes stare down at the box, gaze glued to the earrings of the ladybug and the ring of the black.

If he paid closer attention to the energy around him, he would have felt the shift. Like lightning, the air buzzed and crackled with a power much older than the man himself.

Someone, or something, just stepped into Paris that, unbeknownst to Master Fu, will play a major role in what's to come.

Master Fu reaches forward and grabs the earrings of the ladybug and the ring of the black cat, missing the Miracle box that reacts to the ancient power that has arrived in Paris.

[headingalaxys-sweet]

Hetalia x Reader Neko’s brought me to my lover

🇫🇷France🇫🇷 フランス　　

Beau flicked his tail back and forth to the French pop song that was floating around the stage and mesmerizing the crowd. He was alongside his fabulous owner Francis, whose long golden locks swayed with his precise yet graceful movements. Their lavender capes cascaded in the wind making a scene on the runway.

“Mew!” Beau bellowed to the crowd below the stage.

Catwalk for sure.

“Awwwwww.” The crowd was enchanted by the captivating kitten and his fluffy white tail. A multitude of cameras clicked doing their best to grab a shot that might make them rich. All was good until Beau had spotted an incredibly attractive stranger wandering by on the busy Parisian streets dodging the people from the fashion show crowd.

‘Wow that human has a certain je ne sais quoi, much more than some of our models…you know what’

Beau flings himself off the runway in pursuit of the stranger. He landed on a photographer's head and while they only flinched the rest of the crowd wanted in on the action. Other people rushed to get out their phones and record the fashion show fiasco. A fabulous cat in a lavender cape beginning to leapfrog on different people’s heads was not an event that occurred every day. Chatter and laughter began to erupt.

“Beau! Non! Stop! What are you doing you silly chat?!?!”

Francis was trying to maintain his composure. ‘MY POOR CHAT IS GOING TO GET STEPPED ON!’

To his surprise, his cat was able to stay stable enough on each human's head. It was working well for a little until it didn’t.

“Oh crap!”

Then a blurry white flurry whizzed post France & came to his poor cats aid. “Pierre! YES!” The bird gave the cat flight and aided him by getting to the beautiful stranger unharmed.

“NO! WHAT ZE HELL ‘AS GOTTEN INTO MY PETS?!?” He rushes to leave the stage in a huff. HIs fashion designer he was working for didn’t even try to stop him, his assistant chimed in.

“Sir he-”

“Let it be Louis. Something magical is about to happen~”

“What?”

“Just get me an espresso.”

He was excited to see France give love a shot again. Pierre then drops Beau off to safety in front of the beautiful stranger.

“MEOOOOW!” He cooed at you.

“Oh a cute cat & his helicopter like bird?” <Super hero cat>

They removed their headphones that was casually playing the latest (hit song, podcast, YouTube video whatever you like to listen to on a long walk.) You kneel down to get to eye level with the cat, with its elegant violet cape. Beau runs towards youso hard that he accidentally bumps his head against your knee.

“Awe what a cutie.” You begin to scratch the cat behind the ears. He’s definitely enjoying the attention. This goes on for a few moments before you heard a strong Feench accent call out for the pristine pearl cat that you now know is named Beau.

“Oh chere I’m sorry I didn’t mean for my naughty cat and bird to-” His apology speech comes to an abrupt stop as he has to take amoment to breath in your perfect form and beauty. You made his brain have to reste as his heart was racing with love.

Love at first sight.

You allow him to regain his sense and speak as you too felt the spark that was beginning to bud within you.

“Uh ..um yest my chat …cat can be a little devil sometimes…even at a fashion show.” Beau was giving Francis a not so subtle smirk. Even the cat knew.

“That explains why you look so enchanting.” You comment.

“Oh thank you cherie~ would you like to join me for dinner tonight. I know some fo the best places to dine in Paris.”

“Of course. Here is my number.”

[espressokiri]

Campus

Shinsou Hitoshi x GN!reader

In which Shinsou is always seeking out reader around the U.A. campus.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

The breezy autumn morning brought involuntary shivers as Shinsou held his to-go cup of coffee in his hands to warm himself up. Despite wearing a comfortable hoodie on top of his white dress shirt, his blazer stuffed in his backpack, the cold had seeped in through the fabric. 

The quiet male often came earlier to avoid the rush of students, enjoying what the U.A. campus had to offer as he was one of the little student’s who arrived earlier. Despite trying to deceive himself into believing that was the only reason, the true reason lied beneath the tree in the courtyard.

There they were sitting comfortably under the shade, the ground around them littered with leaves. They themselves had a cup of warm beverage from the same coffee shop Shinsou had been to, the same coffee shop that he would find them studying after class hours during stressful weeks.

Shinsou would often sit nearby, under a tree as they did, sifting through his notes or burying his nose in a book, enjoying the silence that comes with the cool temperatures. It would be upsetting for winter to come and take away this comfortable arrangement due to the unbearable cold. 

He glanced up from his phone and shamelessly stared at Y/n as they kept themselves busy, hands occasionally rubbing together to produce warmth, their focus brought a smile onto his face before he glanced back down scrolling through his music.

Unbeknownst to the male, Y/n would often steal glances at him too. They noted how he would often sit nearby, disregarding the rest of the free spaces around the courtyard. Shinsou was an enigma to them. Their first encounter was when he had boldly declared a war against their class, Y/n chuckling and blatantly stating how everyone would be happier with the exchange of one perverted purple male with another who was serious about becoming a hero. 

Their second encounter was during the sports festival where Shinsou had brainwashed them into being in his team during the cavalry race, Y/n later on thanking him for making it easier for them to proceed to the next round, simply shrugging when he looked at them aghast.

“Are you not angry? Afraid even?”

“Why am I to be angry or afraid if all you did was make it easier for me?”

Shinsou was not able to get them out of his mind.

The long lasting stares and the smile as he saw them work their best to achieve their goals, their ambitions, was just the cherry on top alongside their nature and personality. 

Shinsou still worked hard, paying extra attention to his training with Aizawa so he could be in the hero course, so he could be in the same class as Y/n and let them see what he is capable of despite his mental quirk. 

They watched from afar as Shinsou furrowed his eyebrows at his notes, hands absently reaching for his cup of coffee. Y/n looked at the time before mulling over their decision to go up to the lavender haired male. ‘screw it’ Y/n thought as they shoved their items into their backpack and sauntered over to where Shinsou was seated. 

A shadow looming over Shinsou had him look up from his notes, freezing as he made eye-contact with the person he was pining over. Shinsou gulped before opening his mouth to speak, “L/n-san, how can I help you?”

He mentally applauded himself for not stuttering despite the erratic heartbeat that made him want to break out in sweat.

Y/n shot him a smile before sitting down right next to him, leaning against the male as they read over his notes. Shinsou felt like he stopped breathing, they were leaning on him and he could clearly smell their soft scent. “Nothing, Shinsou-kun.” They hummed, “your hand writing is really neat.”

“A-ah, thank you.” Shinsou stammered, mentally cursing himself for losing his cool.

“You’re so cool for working this hard,” Y/n pouted, “I do hope you come to class 1-A it would be rather fun, don’t you think?”

Shinsou just nodded, clearing his throat as he looked at the time. It was clear that classes were to start soon as loud chatter filled the area, students meeting up with their friends as they walked together towards their respected classes.

“Ah, looks like class is about to start, Aizawa sensei is going to kill me if I’m late again. I’ll see you later, Shinsou-kun!”

He watched their disappearing figure rushing to class, a small smile played on his lips as his ears were tinted red as he replayed their words, ‘you’re so cool.’

The next day was a similar routine despite Shinsou’s eyes harbouring darker eye-bags than the previous day due to his inability to sleep. Insomnia had gotten to him and his body felt sluggish as he dragged himself over to the same tree. He didn’t go to the coffee shop today as he felt like it would be a chore to even lift the cup to his mouth. His mind was all fogged up and all he wanted to do was sit still and zone out and hopefully fall asleep before class.

Y/n watched his sluggish movements as they were right behind him, slightly concerned for the male as they watch him doze off under the tree, the slight sun that was hitting him warming his body.

Y/n bit their lip before going over to the vending machine, eyes glancing over each selection before inserting coins and pushing the button for the canned coffee.

They grabbed the drink and made their way over to the sleeping male, settling down next to him. His sleeping position looked uncomfortable, his chin tucked into his neck as his body was slack. He’d definitely wake up with neck pain.

Y/n stuck their tongue out in concentration as one hand went to hold his head while the other went around his shoulders to slowly ease him onto their lap. Muscles straining as they weren’t used to his unconscious weight. Heaving a sigh of relief as they got him settled.

Shinsou murmured a bit in his sleep before sighing. Y/n froze before they realized he was still asleep. A hand lifted to run through his gravity defying hair, hesitating a bit before slowly running their hands through it. The soft locks slipping easily through their fingers before they lightly scratched at his scalp.

Y/n’s heart warmed, they enjoyed this domestic feeling. A permanent smile on their face as they busied themselves by scrolling through social media, their other hand still at work in Shinsou’s hair. A permanent smile on their face as they kept glancing at Shinsou, he was unfairly handsome without even trying. Y/n enjoyed his confident demeanour despite the inner conflict he pushes down from his past experiences. He was more cat-like with the hard exterior soft interior aspect of his personality. 

They were aware of his small smiles around the cats he finds along the U.A. campus, it was endearing to watch him bring small cans of cat food with him in his backpack to feed them. A heart of gold. 

Unconciously, Y/n traced their finger along the side of Shinsou’s face, tracing the curve of his nose before lightly tapping the edge of it adoringly. A hand reached up and grabbed theirs, intertwining their semi-cold hands with his, eyes slowly fluttering open in a soft glare.

Y/n sent him a sheepish smile, clearing their throat and looking away bashfully. 

“Thanks.” Shinsou murmured, promptly closing his eyes again to revel in their hold, lifting their intertwined hands towards his lips for a quick kiss before settling it back on his chest. Sleep entrancing him as their warmth embraced him a second time. 

“No problem.” Y/n mumbled, face heating up at his boldness before settling down, continuing to scroll to their social media. 

Whatever the two had going on, they were content with it at the moment. No labels, no pressure, just the two of them doing their own thing and showing affection their own way. 

It was pure bliss.

[lilith-of-rivia]

The Bards Sister  Geralt XFemale!Reader Part 1

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Masterlist 

Summary: Geralt of Rivia and his long time travel companion Jaskier find themselves in Jaskiers home land. A place geralt had not only never seen nor heard of. Jaskier is ready to reunite its his family after traveling and exploring the world for 20 years. The one person he missed the most was his baby sister (Y/N). Who he hadnt seen since she was 5. The journal is long, but the pay off is grander then they would ever be able to predict. I know i am trash at summaries.

Trigger warnings: NONE a lot of Geralt and Jaskier in this first part. Your charicter doesn’t come in till closer to the end.

Pairings: GeraltxReader JaskierxSister!reader

Word count: 6,095 longest fanfic I’ve ever written!!

A/N: hello my loves!!! I got my Insperation back!! I’m hopping i will be regularly posting agin!!! I ove you all so much you consistent love and supoort has not gone unnoticed. The constant likes and reblogs truly means the world to me. I love every single one of you so much. Thank you for believing in my writing the way you do. All my love -Lilith ps. I have reviewed and edited but I will be doing a more in-depth review soon!

“Where are we going, Jaskier.” The Witcher’s brooding voice echoed threw the flowered valley. His horse trotted not far behind his companion. Jaskier looked back at him and just rolled his eyes.

“How many times have you led me on endless roads, towards the middle of nowhere speaking little to no words to me no matter how much I ask?” Geralt said nothing. Jaskier snorted looking back towards the road.

“Exactly. No shut up, your brooding is giving me a headache.” The bard was giving the witcher a taste of his own medicine. The idea that Jaskier was leading him to somewhere he had no idea of the location, made him uneasy. Did he trust his bard? Absolutely without a doubt. Would he ever admit it to him? No never.

Their travels continued till the sun was barely hanging in the sky. The air had grown crisp replacing the harsh burning of the full summer sun. Jaskier pulled his mare to the side of the road, climbing off her, tying her to a tree. Geralt followed, realizing they were stopping for the day.

“We still have a couple hours of daylight left.” Geralt said as he took Roach’s saddle and tack off.

“We don't need a couple hours, we are nearly there. Maybe an hour and half.” Geralt cocked an eyebrow at Jaskier.

“Then why did we stop?” Jaskier pulled his saddle bags off his horse, putting them beside a log as he gathered some sticks for the fire.

“Because I have to debrief you as to who we are going to see and you must bathe before we do so. The stream here will do the trick.”

“Gods Jaskier, will you just tell me where we are going? The secrecy is bullshit.” The broot of a man was losing his patience with his friend.

The duo had been on the trip for nearly two weeks. They left Tramieria and headed east. Much further east than Geralt could ever remember traveling. Yet the bard seemed to know exactly what turns to take and when. The closer they drew to their destination the more the witcher could hear his heart beat faster.

“Jaskier if this is some stupid plot for me to protect you from some man who’s wife you slept with again-“

“It's not Geralt-“ Jaskier pinched the bridge of his nose, his stress causing a minor headache. “Just go bathe then I’ll tell you everything.” Geralt studied his friend, his eyes searching his face, his ears tuning into his heart beat trying his best to figure out what he was getting himself into.

With a low grunt the witcher grabbed his last set of clean clothes and the bar of soap from the bard's hand before stomping off to the river.

“Clean EVERYTHING!” Jaskier yelled over his shoulder. Only getting an unfriendly finger in return.

Nearly an hour later, the sun was completely hidden behind the canyon, the glow of the fire Jaskier started illuminating their small camp. Jaskier’s fingers strummed mindlessly at his lute, his eyes fixed on the stars that were making their presence known more, humming to himself softly. He heard his friends footsteps as he approached, his hair was wet at his shoulders. A fresh white Cotton tunic hugged his muscular build, black trousers hugging his legs. He smiled nice for once. All thanks to the lavender and honey soap Jaskier had received as a gift.

“Now don't you look better.” Jaskier said with a chuckle. The witcher sat down across the fire from him, his golden eyes staring heavily at the bard.

“Spill your guts Jaskier.” Jaskier rubbed his hands over his face and nodded. His eyes looking anywhere but at his friend.

“I haven't been completely forward about my family life.” Jaskier’s eyes landed on the moon above them. It was nearly full, he was doing well with time. He knew they would reach their destination well before the next full moon.

“Jaskier.” Geralt’s harsh voice broke the silence. With a loud sigh Jaskier finally looked his friend in the face.

“I’m royalty Geralt.” The Witcher’s expression did not change. He just looked at his friend. He could hear Jaskier's heart beat become uneven and unsteady. At first he thought it was a joke but the nervous energy radiating from his long time friend made him think better.

“My family, they are wonderful people. My mother, bless her, taught me everything I needed to know about writing and music. Convinced my father to let me train at Oxenfurt Academy. My father is a noble and loyal king. He served our people well. Still does to my knowledge. I haven't been back in nearly 20 years…” the bard trailed off, his eyes fixated on his hands, his fingers twildilling with a ring he had on. The ring was that of his family. Their crest engraved into the gold.

“I was never meant to be a noble. I lived for adventure, for more than just sitting on a throne and watching people come and go. I was never fit to be king. My parents knew that. They understood. Understanding people they are.” His voice trailed off again, hopping his friend would say something. Ask a question. Anything. He didn’t know where to go next.

“Why didn't you ever tell me?” Geralt finally asked.

“Because it never came up. My family never needed me. I never needed them. I love them all dearly of course. But we were never the closest people in the world. Well, my sister and I were.” That caught the Witcher’s attention. His eyes narrow slightly, he made sure to not let his expression scare the bard into not telling him more. He was genuinely curious about his family. But he couldn't lie and say he wasn't disappointed that in the 7 years they traveled together he never heard of them.

“You have a sister?” The bard's eyes lit up. His memory raced with images of his tun little sister chasing him around the courtyard screaming, yelling his name. Her giggles and laughs pulling at his heart strings.

“Yes. Her name is (Y/N). She is about to be 25. Big age for a princess. I havnt seen her since she was very little.” His heart started to break softly. His neglect to his baby sitter weighting heavily on him.

“I write her often, as much as I can. She was...well, a surprise to my parents to say the least. I was 15 when she was born. I left home at 20. I was only around for her toddler years. I never got to see her grow, blossom into a young woman. I missed so much.” Jaskier had to fight back the tears, his throat becoming tight and dry. His body filling with regret.

“I just kept pushing it back Geralt. I alwasy said I’d make it home. I alwasy had it in the back of my mind to go back and see her. But I never did.”

“Why now?” Geralt asked.

“She wrote me a few months back. It was nearly a book. It was filled with tales of her new travels around our country. She had been training heavily with an unmanned matester of combat. She traveled the countryside with the man. She referred to him as an uncle. In the letter she asked me if it was true that I’d been traveling with you. She said the songs and tales of Jaskier the Bard traveling with the White Wolf made it to her ears.” Jaskier stopped talking for a brief moment, rummaged around his rut sack and pulled out a notebook. He untied its string and a large pile of papers fell out into his hand. He unfolded the parchment and scanned the writing.

“I wrote her back that week. Only to receive this in return.” He began to read;

“Oh dear Jaskier!! I cannot believe its true. I thought he was only a legend. The white wolf. Please tell him he is a hero here. We love his stories. Many have written books of him. Children run round calling themselves the butcher of Blaviken here to save the damsel and distress. I love his stories, mainly because they involve you. Please come visit me this year. I miss you terribly. I want to hear of your travels with the wolf. Mother said he is more than welcome to stay if he wishes to travel with you. I do miss you Jaskier. More than I think you know. I do not mean to guilt you or make you feel bad as i know you are traveling the world to your heart's content and would never want you to feel as though I do not support you-“ Jaskier stopped reading for a brief moment. A small tear dripped onto the page he was reading. Geralt listened to every word he read. He couldn't help the small tug of his lips when he read about the children pretending to be him. It was a breath of fresh air for the witcher. He had constantly been told he was a monster. To hid your children from him. Yet here was an entire country that loved him, yet he had no idea. Jaskier cleared his throat and continued. “But i miss my brother. And maybe, just maybe. I could come with you. If you deem me fit. I have been working tirelessly with a friend of fathers. He trains me in not only swordsmanship, but Herbology, and monsters as well. I can name nearly every monster that has inhabited the Continent and how to slay it. He thinks I’m ready to leave the nest and I think mother and father are getting a bit tired of me as well. I cannot stand another somber, dull, dinner party with nobles who look at me like a piece of meat. So please. Visit me soon. Come and stay a few days. Catch up with your dear sister and maybe, if he isn't too busy and if it doesn’t inconvenience him, bring the Wolf with you. He’d be a welcomed hero. All my love dear brother. Xoxo Love always, (Y/N) Irene Pankratz

Jaskier folded the letter, placing it inside his notebook before safely storing it inside his sack again. He ran a hand over his face, his eyes slowly moving from his hands to his best friend. They sat in the silence for a while. Geralt’s brain replaying the words he had heard from his friend.

“You could have told me about her Jaskier. Why didn't you? You’ve been in contact with her all this time, planning to see her and your family again. Bringing me along for the ride, yet not a single word in 7 years. Do you not trust me with such a secret Jaskier?” Jaskier was taken aback by his friend's words.

He never knew his secrecy would have such an impact on his friend. When it came to Geralt he learned long ago, the little words, the better. The witcher can only handle so much before he loses interest and stops listening or walks away. He never in a million years would have thought he cared about his life that much. It warmed the bards heart to know his dear friend, the only brother he ever had, cared that deeply for him.

“It has nothing to do with not trusting you Geralt. Is has everything to do with the shame I hold for not seeing her sooner. For treating her like a dirty secret form the world. There is no logical reason for me to keep my family such a big secret. Yet I have. For 20 years.” Geralt’s hands rubbed together softly as he listened to his friend. He understood the secrecy. He was a box full of secrets that nobody could get into.

“Its okay Jaskier. I understand the secrecy. Is that where we are going tomorrow?” Jaskier nodded, a smile appearing on his face.

“Her birthday is the next full moon. I’m hoping my gift will be a good start in time lost.” Geralt looked at him curiously. He hadn't noticed any major item in Jaskier’s possession that could make a good gift for a young princess.

“You’re her gift Geralt. I wrote her back after that letter and told her I’d be back for her next birthday. But that you simply were to busy with your work. I told her that you greatly appreciated her support and that youd consider writing to her in the future. She has no idea your coming with me.” Geralt didnt know how he felt about being a gift. He never ever saw himself as a gift to anyone. More of a burden the a gift. He shook his head at Jaskier and tutted at him.

“Jaskier if your that broke you could’ve asked me for a few extra coins for a real gift.” The witcher attempted to joke with the bard. It made Jaskier smile more. Geralt could be funny, but his humor was incredibly dry, much like Jaskier’s father.

“Geralt! Did you just try and joke around with me??” Geralt rolled his eyes, laying down stretching his muscles as he looked up at the starts.

“Best get some sleep Jaskier, you’ve got a rather big family reunion tomorrow.”

The next morning Jaskier was up and awake before Geralt, a rare sight. He truly hadn't slept more than a couple hours that night. His nerves kept him awake. He feared his sister wouldn’t be as loving as he pictured, she had every right to be mad at him, hate him even. By the time Geralt was up, Jaskier had bathed, changed and had his horse completely ready to go.

Geralt had to do everything in his power to not laugh at his friend. He looked rather ridiculous. His normal bright attire was replaced with a royals outfit. A green and blue velvet tunic and some extremely uncomfortable looking black trousers. His hair was combed back and his face was freshly washed. He even cleaned under his fingernails. He looked rather ridiculous in Geralt’s opinion. He couldn't help the low chuckle that left his lips as he put his bed roll away.

“I don't understand why you're laughing. I have some clothes for you to put on as well.” Geralt’s expression changed instantly, from humorous to angry.

“No. Absolutely not. What I’m wearing is perfectly fine. I’d wear it to meet any king or queen.” A bag was chucked at him, he barely caught it before it smacked into his face.

“This isn't any normal king and queen Geralt. This is my family. And besides, you are no ordinary witcher in my kingdom, you’ll be treated as royalty there. You may as well look the part.” Geralt huffed and threw the bag of clothes back at his friends feet, glaring daggers at him. He hated dressing up with a burning passion. Everything was too tight, not easy to fight in. If anything happened he’d have to rip the seams on every piece of clothing to be able to maneuver his weapons properly. And fancy clothes dont have space for weapons. He didn't like that one bit. Jaskier looked at his friend. His eyes pleading with him.

“Please Geralt. Just for today and her birthday. I couldn't care less what you wear at any other point on this trip.” He had walked closer to Geralt now. About a meter away from him. He extended his hand, the bag in his hand. Geralt looked from the bag to his friend. His teeth and jaw clenched.

He let out a loud huff and grabbed the bag from the bard.

“Fine.” He said through gritted teeth and began taking off his clothing. Jaskier smiled before turning his attention to Roach, getting her stalled and tacked so when Geralt was dressed they could leave.

“If we move with a bit of a haste we could make it there before breakfast.” Jaskier said as he mounted his horse, looking at his friend. His hand slapped over his face. The witcher looked utterly ridiculous in his new attire. The bright red and orange vest a-top a cream tunic, his legs tight in some disgustingly ugly corduroy pants. The pants were obviously smaller than the seamstress he bought them off claimed them to be. The ends of the pants came nearly mid calf on Geralt’s legs. His pasty white ankles and feet shining in the early morning sun.

“Jesus Geralt. Those are worse than the ones I got for Pavetta’s party.” The bard could no longer hold in his laughter. Did Gerarlt look like a nobleman? Sure, but his size, white hair, and bright yellow eyes really didn't help the situation.

“Jaskier, I will kill you for this.” Geralt grumbled angered as he pulled his socks up his feet and over his calves. Luckily for him (and Jaskier) his boots went higher than his pants, making it harder to notice that the pants he was wearing were way too small.

“At least I’m not making you wear a big hat with a feather, those are truly hideous.” Geralt mounted Roach, more carefully then he normally does in fear his pants could bust at the seams.

“I had to wrap you up nice and pretty to present you to my sister.” Jaskier commented as he led his horse; Napoleon to the main road, Geralt and Roach in tow.

The two men rode in a comfortable silence for some time, but as they got closer and closer to Jaskier’s home, all Geralt could hear was his frantic heartbeat. Jaskier’s palms get sweaty and his throat dry, no matter how much water he drinks from his water skin.

“Jaskier. You need to calm down. Your fucking heart beat is driving me insane.” Geralt hissed. They could see the end of the valley they had been traveling in. Geralt looked out in the distance, his eyes saw the castle first. It was very far, but he could tell how beautiful it was from where they were.

“Maybe you just shouldn’t listen to it then.” Jaskier barked back.

“You know I have no control over it, idiot. Take a deep breath. I know you're scared, I understand. But from the sounds of it your sister desperately misses you, I don't think she would ask you to come see her if she was going to hate you.” Geralt didn't talk much at all, that everyone knew. He was a man of few words. But when he did speak it was wiser than most people ever expected. People tended to forget the age of the white haired man, as he stopped ageing physically in his late twenties.

Jaskier smiled softly at his friend's words, he listened to him and took a few deep breaths, calling himself down. Geralt was right. His sister seemed eager as ever to see him again.

The two men approached the entrance to the city. Geralt was more than shocked. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen a city so beautiful in his entire life. The streets were lined in beautiful stone, flowers, vines, greenery all around every corner. The banners that were hanging on the outside of the main gates caught Geralt’s eyes. The crests on them were brightly colored in greens and blues, a very large diamond in the center. Their horses rode into the entrance of the town. Jaskier’s heart was calm, steady, his face was bright and had a smile Geralt had never seen on him before. He was finally home.

“Welcome to Inritha (In-Rithe-A) the capital of Unthya (Un-The-A) Geralt. Welcome to my home.”

Their horses traveled down the stone brick road slowly, the city was buzzing already even with it being the early hours of the morning. Geralt was surprised to see everyone look so...happy, care free. Enjoying their lives. They looked as though nothing was a fret, no monster looming. Geralt was mesmerized by the city. The buildings were built out of what looked to him like limestone, a building material he so rarely saw in other parts of the Continent. The buildings were being taken over by vines and moss, flowers all over. He’d never seen so many butterflies in his life.

“Jaskier-'' his voice was barely a whisper, the bard turning to look at him as they rode side by side. Jaskier couldn't help but smile as his friend admired the beauty he himself had so easily forgotten over the years.

“I know, it's beautiful. I've forgotten myself.”

The two men continued riding their horses up the road closer and closer to the castle. The longer they road tho more attention they got from passer buys. Geralt could hear their whispers.

It couldn't be. Could it?

THE Geralt of Rivia? Here in Inritha?

Mummy look! It's the butcher!!

Has Prince Jaskier finally returned home?

For the first time in what seemed like his entire life, the hushed whispers Geralt heard as he rode through a city were not of hate and disgust. But of admiration and curiosity. The entire time Geralt and Jaskier rode through the city, he never once had the urge to grab either of his swords that were at his side.

The two men approached the gates of the castle, four armored guards stood outside. The put their hand up in motion for the men to stop. One who looked as tho to be the commander of sorts stepped forward poking between both men. Eyes lingering for a long while on the two.

“State your name and what business you have in Inritha at this early hour.” Jaskier dismounted his horse, waking a few feet forward.

“My name is Jaskier Alfred Pankratz son of Dastrill and Alvere Pankratz. This is my companion Geralt Of Rivia, we are here on behalf of my sister, (Y/N) Irene Pankratz’s 25th birthday.” Jaskier bowed his head lowly, keeping eye contact with the commander in front of him.

“Prince Jaskier?!?” The man clearly looked flustered and embarrassed for not recognizing the prince of his own kingdom. All four men quickly bowed their heads.

“Please accept my apology your highness, we welcome you home. As do we welcome your honored guest.” Jaskier smiled and told the men to not trouble themselves with an apology. Geralt continued to watch from atop Roach, still not use to being idolized instead of feared. Honored guest. Geralt thought to himself. He could get use to the new treatment. Jaskier remounted Napoleon the gates to the castle walls opening. The both road threw, all four men bowed their heads as the two walked threw. Not once did they threaten Geralt’s life. They were led by a guard to the stables where they left their horses.

Geralt could hear Jaskier heart beating again in his chest as they were led inside the castle. Geralt tried to concentrate on his friend, to be there for him but he couldn't help but let his eyes wander all over the castle's walls, it was a bright exterior. The walls polished, candles everywhere. Large windows allowing for natural lighting. Nothing dark or gloomy about the castle at all. He felt uplifted..cheary almost. As they neared the entrance to the grand hall where the King, Queen, Princess along with some others were. Geralt could hear the light conversation, and the clicking of silver on plates, they were eating breakfast. But he could still hear Jaskier’s heart beating in his chest. Geralt placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder as they walked, giving it a soft squeeze. The action made Jaskier more worried if the witcher was feeling alright, as it was abnormally out of character for the man. But he said nothing, appreciating the gesture.

They got to the door and just as the guard was about to push the doors open Jaskier grabbed his arm.

“Could we maybe skip the loud over dramatic announcements of my arrival? I have not seen my family in years.” The guard only nodded, bowed his head and walked back outside to his post. Jaskier looked over at his friend, as he put his hand on the door ready to push it open.

“Now or never.” Jaskier said as he opened the door. Both men walked into the large room, the talking stopped almost instantly. Geralt stood at the door, not wanting to impose on the important reunion of his friend and his family. He followed Jaskiers gaze to the table ahead of them in the front of the room. The room was lined with huge floor to ceiling windows, the light of the early morning sun shone brightly making the marble floors glisten.

“JASKIER!!!” The loud scream of a girl nearly made Geralt jump out of his skin, his hand reaching back for a sword that wasn't there in instinct.

It made Jaskier jump but the smile that covered his face was even bigger than the one he had seen as he walked through the city. Geralt followed Jaskier’s gaze to a young woman. The sight of her alone made Geralt want to pass out. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. Her hair was the same chestnut brown that Jaskier had, but it was long, hip length. She had it pulled back slightly out of her face, a few baby hairs framed her face. Oh her face. Geralt thought as though he was looking at a living breathing angel. He heard her chair scrape roughly on the ground before it loudly crashed on the floor. She raced around the long table from her mothers side and sprinted to her brother. She practically threw herself on him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, stumbling back a few steps. Everything was quite as the two embraced. Geralt's eyes went to the king and queen who were now standing. The queen looked just like (Y/N) but her hair was black, long stripes of grey peeking through her hair. The crown atop her head glistened in the light. Her right hand was tightly around her husband's arm, her other hand placed softly over her mouth as she looked at her children. Her husband looked much like Jaskier. His hair was the same color as both of their children, but much like his wife’s, much of it had turned grey. His eyes were the same cornflower blue that Jaskier had.

Minutes passed in silence before Jaskier put his hands on his sisters shoulders, pulling her away from him. He put one hand on her cheek as he examined her features. Her pale cheeks were damp with tears. But not sad tears. Tears of joy.

“My sister, how you’ve grown.” Geralt could hear the tears in the bard's voice. He couldn't see him but he could hear everything.

(Y/N) fingers gently brushed over her brother’s face as she smiled at him.

“My brother, how you haven't aged a day. You look just as I remember you. Maybe a few more wrinkles.” She teased. He laughed softly. Wiping his eyes with his hand before pulling her into another bone crushing embrace. She was much shorter than Jaskier, barely shoulder level with him. Geralt was shocked to remember she would be turning 25 in two days. She was still young in the face, beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to see her more up close.

While the siblings spoke their parents moved from the spots at the table, standing behind (Y/N). Alvere was the first to pull him into a tight embrace after her daughter let go. Her fingers gently combed through his hair as she inhaled his scent deeply.

“My dear son how I've missed you.” She whispers slowly into his ear. Geralt was starting to feel bad for eavesdropping. Not that he could help it. He was still standing at the entrance to the grand hall yet he could hear everything.

Jaskiers father hugged him next, it was not nearly as long as the outer two but both men were okay with it. Understanding that their relationship had never been one for long father son hugs.

“It is good to see you again my boy.” His hand clasped down on his son's shoulder.

The four of them stood close together, smiling more than Geralt ever thought possible. It almost made his heart turn. Deep, deep, deep, down the witcher longed for a family that would look at him the way they looked at Jaskier. He often cured the universe for not giving him an option when it came to what he had become. He clung to the few memories he had of his mother. But as years passed they became harder and harder to remember, more painful. But he had. Made a new sort of family over the years. From Jaskier, to his brothers at Kaer Morhen.

“(Y/N), mum, dad, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” Jaskier turned his head towards the door to the hall. Geralt stood tall, shoulders pressed back, his hair framed his face gracefully. Even in the entirely ugly attire he was in, he made himself as presentable and as proper as possible. (Y/N)’s eyes grew bigger when her eyes met his. He once again was taken aback by her beauty. Her eyes were a powerful emerald green matching similarly to the color of her brother's tunic, but brighter. Her mouth fell slightly agape when she realized who it was. The eyes were a dead give away that he was in fact a witcher, but once she saw the silver medallion that rested on his chest, she knew.

Jaskier nodded his head for Geralt to walk forward and he did, his footsteps were light, his pace slow and steady as he walked closer to the royal family. (Y/N)’s hand gently covered her mouth in excitement. Her eyes flickering to her brother who grinned at her.

“A bit of an early birthday gift.” He winked. Once Geralt was closer to the group Jaskier turned so he could introduce them, at his sister's side. All eyes were on him. Even the few people who were still seated at the table were looking at him. He started to feel a bit more uneasy. He started to remember how far away his swords were if he needed them. This alone was beginning to make him panic. He was not used to being welcomed into royal courts unless it was specifically for a hunt.

“This is Geralt of Rivia, one of the most feared, renowned, and skilled Witcher’s the content has to offer. And also my best friend.”

Geralt's eyes were back on (Y/N)’s, his worries dropped more when she smiled brightly at him. Her eyes gleamed.

Geralt bowed his head to the three of them, “ it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, your highnesses.” (Y/N) was nearly blown over by the sultry sound of his voice. She had only heard stories of the witcher. Never see him for herself and definitely had never heard him speak. She never expected a monster hunter to be as handsome as he was. She admired every feature he had. Her eyes fixating on his chiseled jawline, the light gray stubble across his chin and cheeks.

“My, what a pleasure it is to meet such a famed warrior as yourself Geralt!” The king spoke before (Y/N) could, which she was happy about as she did not trust her voice to not waver at his beauty in that moment.

“You my dear are very popular around here. Your stories are legendary. The school children even host yearly plays, Reenacting your most beloved stories.” (Y/N)’s mother added her finger pointing light hardly at Geralt. Her hand came out gracefully from her side to shake the Witcher’s hand. He gently took it, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. His attention returned to (Y/N).

“I’m terribly sorry I’m the birthday gift from your brother this year.” She shook her head almost as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Do not be sorry Geralt-'' the way she said his name made him feel as though he could keel over. “I would like to thank you, for protecting my brother for the years you have. He never skips on his gratitude for you in his letter to me. For that we are all eternally grateful for you.” She reached her hand out. Geralt wasted no time in grabbing her hand, shaking it gently. He was dying inside, but he couldn't let her or anyone else see. He took a gentle step towards her, his head lowering softly, his soft lips were placed on the back of her small hand. The small action made the young girls' faces burn red. Her eyes flicked to her brother who smugly smiled, knowing danm well his gift was going to take the cake.

“Well, you both should come join us, we just started eating.” The king said with a smile, with a quick wave of his hand two more places we set.

(Y/N) gently removed her hand from Geralt’s. Walking towards the table, both men in tow. As she reached her spot she moved her plate and glass to the middle seat that had been prepared, leaving Jaskier a seat next to their mother and Geralt a seat next to her. They all sat and waited as food was served to them. (Y/N) could feel Geralt watching her as she ate, her brother deep in conversation with her parents about his most recent travels. But she wasnt listening. Her attention was only on the man seated to her left. She looked over at the man, eyed him up and down then turned to her brother. For the first time she noticed how ugly their attire was.

“Gods Jaskier who dressed you two?” She asked as she sipped her orange juice. Both men looked at her. Jaskier looked a bit hurt and Geralt only snorted.

“I told him the clothes were horrendous.” Geralt said beside the young woman making her giggle. The sound made his heart beat faster. This was also when he realized how sensibly everyone else in the room was dressed, and how much they stood out. (Y/N) was in a thin white cotton dress, it was around knee length and a light sweater was on her shoulders. Her mother and father dressed similarly. Their clothes looking normal, comfortable.

“Oh my dear brother. What have you done to the poor witcher.” She laughed, turning her attention to him. She could see how uncomfortable the clothes made him. The vest was way too tight and he was practically bursting out of his pants, not that she minded, she gladly enjoyed the view.

“He is torturing me. That's what.” Geralt scoffed and she couldn't help but giggle again.

“You're so dramatic Geralt it's truly not that bad.” Her head flicked to her brother.

“Jaskier don't be rude.” She tutted him like a mother, it made Geralt snort under his breath as he took a bite of his eggs. She stood and walked behind him. He was stiff at her movements.

“Do you mind?” Her fingers were on the strings of the vest. He shook his head no and she quickly untied the tight strings, and it fell from his shoulders. She took it off and handed it to one of the maids

“You can burn that horridly ugly thing.” She said as she sat back down.

“I do not remember you being so rude, little sister.” Jaskier quipped.

“What I think is rude is how you made sure you got the more presentable clothing and dressed your poor friend in those horrendous colors. Have you seen his pants, Jaskier?? It's a miracle he can still breath.” Her eyes looked towards the witcher who was already looking at her with a cocky smirk on his face, glad she was putting Jaskier in his place for the ugly outfit choice.

“I can take you to the seamstress later today, if you’d like Geralt.” Her smile was like a drug.

“I’d appreciate that m'lady.” He said softly.

“And I can show you around the city, both of you. But in return I would like to hear some of your stories, first hand if that’s doable.”

“That sounds like a reasonable trade.” Geralt quipped back.

“Then it's a date, Witcher.”

“A date it is.”

[dorothyaeone]

𝗦𝗜𝗥 𝗦𝗪𝗔𝗡 [𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴]

𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻 [𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭]

The man veiled in the shadows marched into the dark unseen room with a small levitating creature following behind and speaking in a serious voice.

"Many centuries ago, magic jewels bestowing extraordinary powers were created. These were… the Miraculous. Throughout history, heroes have used these jewels for the good of the human race."

"Three of these Miraculous are more powerful than the others; the earrings of the Ladybug, which provide the power of creation; the ring of the Black Cat, which grants the power of destruction; and the choker of the white swan, which bestows the power of persuasion. According to legend, whoever controls these three jewels at the same time, will achieve absolute power."

The mysterious man growled at the strange creature and seethed, "I want that absolute power, Nooroo. I must have those Miraculous!"

The small creature, Nooroo, whimpered in fear, "But nobody knows where these Miraculous are!" he reasoned.

The man chuckled darkly, "I found you though, my little Nooroo. Your Miraculous... remind me of its powers again."

Nooroo gazed at the man then looked down, "The Moth Brooch allows you to give someone their own superpowers and to make that person your devoted follower," he explained.

"And when it comes to luring superheroes, what could be better than creating supervillains?"

The lavender-coloured creature looked up at his master in raised alarm, "But master, the Miraculous are not meant to be used for evil purposes!"

The unknown man glared sharply at the small creature, making it back away slightly, "I must have this absolute power!"

He pointed at Nooroo, a menacing aura surrounding him, "Your Miraculous is in my control! I am your master now, and you must obey me!" he commanded.

Nooroo looked down, dejected and defeated, "Yes, master." he muttered.

"Nooroo, dark wings! Rise!"

A blinding light lit up the shadowed room and from the light emerged the mysterious man, in a dark purple suit and a mask that covers his face.

"From this day on, I shall be known as... Hawk Moth!"

He laughed in triumph, his voice echoing throughout the large and desolate room, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Another creature, one similar to Nooroo but shown to be a bright colour of green, gasped as he sensed something new.

He rushed inside a room with an old man offering treatment to a young adult customer.

"Master! Master!" the green-coloured creature started yelling in alarm.

The client raised his head in confusion, hearing the small voice of the floating creature. The old man panicked and started chanting, "Master, master... chanting, it's all part of the treatment. Master, master..." he quickly reasons.

After a few seconds, he stops the treatment and quickly rushes the customer out of the massage shop, "Thank you for coming, see you again next week!" he rushed out to the confused young adult.

He slams the door and turns to look at the floating creature that interrupted his schedule with his client, "Master, the Moth Miraculous, I felt its aura," it continued.

The old man widened his eyes in shock at the surprising news, "I thought it had been lost forever!" he exclaimed.

The green creature's gaze suddenly turned solemn as he proceeded, "But Master, it's a negative aura. I fear it may have gotten into the hands of a dark power!" he said.

The man furrowed his brow in worry and determination, "We must find Nooroo and his Miraculous. If it has gotten into the wrong hands, there's no telling what evil will come upon the world!"

He raised up his arm and revealed a small bracelet, Time to transform! Wayzz..." he tries to start but then doubles over in pain.

The floating creature, Wayzz, approached the man in worry, "Please, Master. Be reasonable. You are–"

"Still young! I'm only 186," the man interrupted heatedly. Wayzz sighed disapprovingly.

"But you're right, Wayzz. I can no longer do it alone. We'll need some help." he approaches a large gramophone and starts punching in a secret password on its base.

After he enters the code, the gramophone opens up and reveals a large jewelry box with a strange logo on top.

Soleil Lavigne was awakened by being aggressively shaken by his annoying blonde friend, Adrien Agreste.

He sat up, his silver hair a large mess and his eyes tiredly glaring at the green-eyed model, who innocently blinked his eyes. "Adrien, what do you want?" he scowled.

Adrien looked down then quickly back up with pleading eyes, "Please help me, Sol. I want to go to a real school so bad. Please Please Please," he chanted.

Sol hesitated and looked at his friend in hidden pity, "You know Uncle Gabriel forbade you, right?" he asked.

Adrien frowned at the mention of his father, "He doesn't know what I want! I just want to go to school for once, please Sol. I already told Chloé I would be there, anyway!"

Sol sighed in defeat, "I'm going to be late this morning, aren't I?" Adrien smiled guiltily, "Nevermind about that, let me get ready and I'll accompany you to school," he stood up.

Adrien cheered and wrapped his arm around his silver-haired friend, "I knew I could count on you!" he yelled excitedly.

Sol chuckled warmly, "Okay! Okay! Now let me go so I can get ready, I don't want to go back to school in my pyjamas."

The two fourteen-year-olds managed to convince Adrien's chauffeur to drive them to Collège Françoise Dupont, although it took them around an hour for him to finally give in.

In the end, they were caught by Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel Agreste's assistant. But instead of reporting them immediately to Gabriel, she followed them to try to convince Adrien to go home, knowing that she won't be able to stop the young Agreste.

Adrien and Soleil rushed out of the limousine once they reached the entrance of Collège Françoise Dupont, closely followed by Nathalie, "Adrien, please reconsider! You know what your father wants! Soleil, please convince Adrien to go back home!"

Adrien stopped in his tracks and looked back at the older woman, "This is what I want to do!" he yelled back.

Soleil froze as his purple irises spotted a pitiful old man on the ground, trying to reach his walker but it was too far. His instincts kicked in and he quickly rushed toward the unknown man.

"Sol?" Adrien noticed the sudden rush of his closest friend and turned around just to spot the old man as well, he rushed just as quickly as Soleil did.

Adrien picked up the old man's walker while Soleil helped the man stand up. "Are you okay, sir?" the young Lavigne asked politely.

The old man shook his head and chuckled, "I'm fine. Thank you, to both of you," he said. Sol gave the kind man a soft smile while Adrien turned to look at Nathalie with a proud gaze, but frowned when she looked at him disapprovingly.

The two boys made eye contact and Adrien sighed dejectedly and turned to walk back to the car with Sol's eyes following his figure sympathetically, "I just wanna go to school like everybody else. What's so wrong with that? Please don't tell my father about all this."

As Adrien sat back in the limousine, Nathalie turned to Sol, "You can proceed to classes now Sol, I'll be taking Adrien back to the estate." The silver-haired boy only gave her a tight-lipped smile and a small nod.

He turned back to the man and smiled, "I have to go now, sir. You should be careful," he bid farewell to the old man and then rushed inside the school.

The old man stood in place, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Soleil rushed into his classroom, frazzled and panicked. The ginger-haired teacher stopped her lecture and turned to the young teen at the door.

"Solekins! You're finally here!" Chloé squealed joyously

"Oh, Soleil. It's fine for now, you're only twenty minutes late and it's the first day. I can be lenient this once, just make sure to not do it again," she said.

Soleil grinned in relief, "Thanks Miss Bustier, I swear it won't happen again," he said, fixing his dishevelled hair.

Miss Bustier nodded her head, "Good, you can sit next to Nathaniel in the back this school year," she pointed to the last table on the right side, where a boy with vermilion hair flinched at the mention of his name.

Soleil looked up to gaze at Nathaniel, who avoided his stare and buried his head in a notebook. He nodded his head and then walked up to get to his seat.

He shuffled quietly next to the cyan-eyed boy as their teacher resumed her lecture. He turned to his seatmate and was dispirited when he still refused to look at him.

"Hey, 'Niel..." he tried to start. The young teen froze at Soleil's voice, shivering at how comforting and gentle his tone was. He missed that voice during the summer break.

Soleil had grown slightly taller, his hair was fluffier, and his voice had deepened, but other than that, Nathaniel thought that Sol hadn't changed at all since the last year when he first came into his life.

Sol pouted miserably when Nathaniel still ignored his presence. After half a year, he would have thought that everything would have been sorted out after that media incident but he guessed he was wrong.

His dad was a lot scarier and more powerful than he anticipated. After that picture of him and Nathaniel spread through the media, there was a lot of backlash against the Lavigne family for apparently raising a 'queer'.

Soleil found that utterly ridiculous and was furious when crowds of people would gang up on Nathaniel on the internet, calling him different slurs and yelling at him for stealing their 'Perfect Prince'.

At that point, Soleil had been furious. How dare they! This was the 21st Century for crying out loud! And if they ever actually asked, they would know that Soleil and Nathaniel were nothing more than just friends!

He was normally quite kind and lenient with his paparazzi, but when they start attacking the people he loves, he was ready to destroy them.

He had received a call from his parents about the incident and was bombarded with worried lectures from his mother and father. In the end, his father came to the solution of cutting Nathaniel from his life.

Of course, Sol refused. There was no way he was just going to make Niel leave his life when he already has become a huge part of it. But in the end, his father went behind his back and threatened Nathaniel.

After that, his friendship with Nathaniel strained until they weren't even speaking anymore during the last few months in school. Soleil was positively furious at both his parents and refused to go home that summer break.

But his heart had also shattered because his friendship with a person that he held dear to his heart was ruined after just one single photo was posted. The media and the internet could ruin a person's life so quickly in a blink of an eye.

He spent his summer break cooped up in the Agreste Estate and only went out when going to photoshoots with Adrien or attending important fashion shows.

He hoped and prayed that after the summer break, everything would be okay and everything would be fine between them and the world would seem right again. But after his interaction with Nathaniel, he figured that it wasn't the case at all.

He gazed at Nathaniel wistfully, looking at his long, soft vermilion hair, and the soothing feeling of running his hand through it when he comforted him.

Those cyan eyes that shone so brightly whenever Sol bought him new sketchbooks and materials, the cyan eyes that would light up whenever Sol was around to encourage him.

And those hands that were so small compared to Sol's, those hands that he held in his whenever he would pull Nathaniel along on small hangouts. He missed the warmth of those hands. And he missed the presence of the person all those belonged to.

"I miss you."

He missed his best friend.

He turned away to listen to the rest of Miss Bustier's lecture, defeated and miserable, a contrast to his once usual personality, confident and joyful.

Cyan-coloured irises looked up for once to gaze at the pretty features on the young silver-haired boy's face, already missing the familiar soothing voice that loved to listen to every day.

He would watch interviews and look at photographs from magazines, but it would never be the same as the feeling whenever he was actually around.

Because whenever Soleil was actually around, he would be able to smell his fragrant cologne, he would be able to fiddle with his long fingers whenever he was nervous, and he would be able to actually feel that comforting warmth that he had whenever he held him close.

Yeah.

He missed his best friend too.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I aged them up to fourteen for the first season because I can, and I never did see them as thirteen-year-olds in the first season. 

[tsuki-xoxo]

One Day At A Time

Overview: The moment you first saw Shinso’s performance at the first year Sports Festival set off a chain of fateful interactions and an unrequited declaration of rivalry. Now, as you stand hand in hand with your husband-to-be, you can’t help but think back to everything that brought you here. 

Pairing: Shinso Hitoshi x Reader

Word Count: 3741

Genre: Scenario, Fluff 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this for the POCuties Server Collab: ‘A Wedding to Remember!’ My heart went binkie boom doom. I hope you all enjoy best boi Shinso!! And thank you to @tui-lah​ for beta reading, I appreciate it! You can find the rest of everyone’s amazing works here.

The flowers entwined between your fingers twinge with sweat from your palms as the beating of your heart ran a mile a minute. Exhaling a breath, you briefly glanced at the bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers before the double doors broke you from your reverie. On either side stood your best friend, Mina, in a beautiful gown that accentuated her figure, and Kaminari, your husband-to-be’s best friend. 

Mina beamed, the black sclera of her eyes twinkling as she caught onto the small sigh of contentment that left your lips as you basked in the physique of the love of your life in a tuxedo at the end of the peddle-filled aisle. The light reflected from the vibrant bouquet, which made you look dazzling in the spotlight. Carrying on an otherworldly trance before the two left your side, not before the blonde sent you subtle thumbs up. 

Facing your groom, your eyes roamed his figure, giving him a once-over. The tuxedo hugged him perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and slim build. The black of his suit had a velvet quality to it, and brought something out of him, a self-respecting pride and confidence that had you nibbling your bottom lip. 

“Oh, hello, Mr. Bond,” you whispered with a cheeky grin. You couldn’t help yourself, Shinso looked like the perfect action man with a license to thrill. His typically messy indigo hair was slicked back, or at least tried to be, you had to give him an ‘A’ for the effort. You peaked at the tips that were haphazardly pushed back, intertwining into a beautiful chaos-- you’d fix it later into his naturally ruffled tufts. 

You heard a breathy snort from the man across you. Looking up, your eyes latched onto an all-too-familiar pair of glaciers that resembled hyacinths and the lazy-smirk that had the corner of your eyes softening. 

Shinso reaches out to you as soon as the one to wed you both begins to speak, his calloused hands holding yours. It’s funny actually, as you gaze at your intertwined hands and the paleness of his skin of how the two of you ended up in the aisle together, rings readied to be worn, and a life promised to spend together forever.

You remembered it like it was just yesterday.

After his fight with Midoriya during the first year Sports Festival, you left the stands to find the General Studies student in the hall. Luckily for you, you saw him in no time, the striking lavender hair and familiar U.A. uniform that he wore was hard to miss. You quickly fell into step with his languid steps.

“Shinso Hitoshi, right? I’m (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you.”

With his ashy lilac and deeply sunken eyes, he faced you with a bored expression on his face. “Okay.”

The two of you walk in silence for at least a few minutes, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck before he speaks. “Uh--” he clears his throat a little awkwardly, “why are you following me?” It was a simple question, not one that harbored an accusing tone, and you were almost shocked by the fact that he made no effort to chase you away.

“Oh shit,” you cursed, smacking your forehead, having forgotten to announce the reason why you followed him in the first place. “My bad, dude, I can’t believe I forgot. You’re my rival.”

“What?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows, his pace slowing even more until they stopped. 

“Rival, y’ know where two people compete for the same objective or superiority.”

He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes, “I know what a rival is, but why are you declaring that you’re mine.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You thought that at this point, it was obvious enough for him to catch on. Maybe he was a bit slow; the bags under his eyes may have killed a couple of brain cells over the years. “‘Cause we have the same goal,” you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “We want to prove everyone who doubts us wrong.” Mich like him, growing up with an ‘evil’ Quirk, you’ve had a fair share of gossip surrounding you. That’s why you wanted to be a hero, to end the discrimination against labeling Quirks as villainous. 

“Really?” he paused, “what would a student from the heroics course know about being deemed as a criminal.” One look into his eyes, and you already knew. The bitterness in his orbs was unmistakable.

“More than you know,” you murmured, refusing to break eye contact. 

The mauve haired boy’s uninterested expression softened at the dispute in your eyes, the corner of his mouth tugging into a small grin. Looking at you properly this time, like he really saw you as a person, not just some random stranger that decided to follow him around.

“Sorry, but no,” Shinso stated, the usual indifference lacing his tone, the smile falling from his face. “I’m not looking to make friends or rivals.”

You giggled mischievously at him, the purple of his eyes side-eyeing you with weariness. “You’re cute,” you state bluntly, bouncing on the balls of your feet. His expression is replaced with a gawk at the pure boldness from you, red splotching on the apple of his cheeks. “You actually think you have a choice! See ya soon, rival!” 

With that, you turn on your heel, searching for your homeless-looking homeroom teacher. You have the perfect recommendation for an intern.  

“(L/N)?” he demanded, stunned by your sudden appearance.

You turned your head from your position on the floor, stretching, glancing toward his direction. “Hey, rival.” The boy looked slightly different from the last time you had seen him, with a bandage-like material wrapped around his neck, similar to Aizawa’s.

Hopping onto your feet, you brushed the dust off your hands, walking onto the mat placed in the middle of the gym as Aizawa spoke up. “Shinso, you’re training with (L/N) today. It’s a joint training to access your weaknesses, first to get knocked down or pushed off the mat loses,” he said, his expression never changing.

Bending down a bit, you prepared to make a move before the boy with lavender hair stopped you in your footsteps. “How the hell did you get Aizawa-sensei to agree to this?” he asked with an amused look in his eyes. 

Smirking, you peered up through your lashes, looking at him with faux innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Yes, you do. At the Sports Festival, you told Aizawa about the general studies student, but Aizawa was already aware of the male since he had taken note of him. Unsurprisingly to you, your teacher decided to mentor the student, and it took a lot of bribing and coaxing for you to convince him to join just one training session, but that’s all you needed. 

You stiffened immediately, your eyes glazing over as you become immobile, not even able to process or think properly. You watch the white of your rival’s teeth move, and the next thing you know, you blink, conscious, and off the mat. The stoic male wore a bored expression on his face as your eyes widen in realization, he just brainwashed you. 

It was as if a match sparked over you as you glared at him. Lunging forward instantly, taking the purple-haired boy by surprise, you brought your leg up to kick him in the shin as he lost balance. Without giving him a chance to catch his breath, you pounced, both arms wrapping around his torso as you tackled him, or at least tried to. It seemed that Aizawa had been training his student well because the tackle didn’t do anything besides move him backward. Quickly, you leaped back, creating a space.

The boy’s ruffled hair from his night’s sleep and current fight had strands sticking together, slick with sweat. “What, that’s all you got?” Shinso asked, but you bit back a sharp remark, refusing to take the bait again. 

Failing to evade the knee that came straight for your abdomen, the impact knocked you back slightly but lacked to knock you down. You were taken aback by his speed and accuracy, and for a second, you wanted to smile at the growth of the male that stood in front of you, it was like he wasn’t the same boy that had lost to Midoriya. 

Focusing on the match at hand, you dodged his next onslaught of attacks, moving efficiently to evade them with the slight knowledge of his fighting style from the Sports Festival. Thanking yourself for forcing all those hours you spent training your physical abilities, you moved forward the moment you noticed Shinso starting to take labored breaths from his never-ending assaults. However, before you could even register what was happening, Shinso loosened the material around his neck, effectively capturing you amid some ridiculously strong bandages. With the help of the capture tape, he swung you around, gathering momentum before releasing you. Before you were thrown off the mat, though, you grabbed the white scarf and pulled yourself safely in bounds. 

With record speed, you raced across to meet Shinso, the capture material moving forward to shield its wielder from an attack, but you abruptly shot your arm up, tensing the male’s muscles you pushed it out of your way, continuing your route to the lilac haired male. Using your remaining strength before your sight dotted from vertigo, a drawback to your Quirk, you used both of your arms to grasp onto his, crouching you flip him over. 

Falling flat on the mat, you heaved a breath and closed your eyes to regulate the spottiness surrounding you. When you heard shuffling, you peaked an eye open, pointedly-eyeing the hovering male. 

“You’ve gotten better,” you commented. 

Shinso let out a soft chuckle. “You’re not half bad,” he countered, crossing his arms before adding, “besides when you became a sore loser and just hopped back in here without a word.”

You gave him a non-threatening pointed look, “hey! I forgot about the brainwashing bit for a second there. Can you blame me?”

Scoffing, you took his outreached hand and pulled yourself up with his combined effort. 

“I mean for a rival, that was just sad,” mused Shinso, running a hand through his hair, tufts of purple sticking out in random directions, suiting him. 

The corners of your mouth lifted up into a smile, a slight stinging sensation from the cut on your lip from the fight somehow, but you didn’t care as your smile widened into a brilliant grin since Shinso finally acknowledged you. “Rival, huh?” you laughed, feeling absolutely delirious. 

After Shinso acknowledged you as his rival, you both became training partners and soon enough close friends. Before either of you knew it, you were already in your second year at U.A., and your purple-haired friend had been accepted into the hero course. 

You’re not exactly sure when you started developing feelings for the boy. Maybe it was the moment he exposed his perfectly aligned teeth, glowing with happiness and hope. Or it was his innate ability to spark a conversation with anyone, despite having a reserved and calm attitude. Even stating that he had no interest in making friends, yet you swiveled your way in and surrounded him with support, along with Kaminari, the greenette, Midoriya, and even the cerulean blue-eyed Monoma. Or it’s his aspiration to usurp anyone who walked the same path as him to become a Pro. Either way, there was no denying the flutters roaming around in your stomach. 

As you heaved, trying to catch your breath,  your exercise friend was doing the same, but talking about something, you weren’t really paying attention to his words. Just hearing his voice made your stomach tingle and your heart beat erratically in your chest so hard that it felt it’d burst. You followed the beads of sweat trickle down his face and run onto his lips, focusing how the red of his tongue would peak out to catch the salty droplets. 

When your eyes met, you swore that your heart thumped so hard that it was audible, even for him. His eyes, those deep magenta orbs that could tell a whole story just by looking at them, felt like you were injected with liquid adrenaline into your bloodstream, and the entire zoo grew rampant in your chest. Shinso’s cat-like eyes felt like looking into the sun for too long-- a maze you could get lost in and soon enough be blinded by. He was so effortlessly looking handsome. 

And his hands. The same slender ones that have been on you time and time again, training after training. The image of his hands brushing against your own as you walk flickers throughout your mind, growing into a daydream of your own intertwining. Suddenly you speak, “Hitoshi, I like you.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise at your confession, mouth ajar, and hand frozen on his capture material. The intensity of his gaze put a crack in your steely disposition as you glance the other way. “But don’t worry. I don’t expect you to say anything, I just wanted to get that off my chest. 

You watched as Shinso grinned, shaking his head in disbelief, his arm rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He wasn’t one to smile much, never having much reason to and the fact that it took too much effort. But every time you spoke, you somehow made the corners of his mouth tug upwards each time. You didn’t merely speak words with no meaning behind. With every word you spoke, they were curt, straight to the point, and your conversations didn’t need the time-consuming falsehood of small talk. So, it was no surprise when you bluntly admit your feelings to your crush. 

Like you promised, you never forced Shinso to speak up about your confession, not once asking if he felt the same way. You guys’ relationship continued to grow without a hitch, but that never stopped you from making flirtatious remarks with the male from time to time. A cheeky grin permanently painted across your face every time you were with him. 

Scrambling up to your feet, you hurriedly made your way over to him despite your aching muscles. Clasping your hands around his neck in a chock-hold, you used your legs, dropping him on the ground right then and there.

“What were you saying about beating me?” you asked, laughing in between pants. 

After three years of regular quirkless and quirkful combat with Shinso, you both had improved drastically every battle with one another. It took you everything to drop him over your shoulder like before, but you collapsed on the ground next to him, panting as soon as you did. 

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Shinso retorted, looking at you. Picking up on your exhaustion, he rolled over, immediately entrapping you with his weight as he grabbed both arms with his own, pinning you down. 

“That’s not fair! The match was already over,” you pouted, however made no effort to push him off. He grinned, breathing out, his breath fanning over your face. It took mere seconds for him to realize the close proximity of your two faces, his own heating up, instantly taking on a rose hue. He hastily scrambled off of you, looking away as he tried to calm his face. 

“Damn, I was hoping to be wrapped in your arms for longer,” you teased, whipping a fake tear delicately from your face. 

He coughed at your words, choking on the water as his head snaps at you from the comment, hints of pink still present on his cheek. “Huh? Wha--”

“Relax,” you scoffed, propping yourself up with your elbows. “I’m just fucking with you.” As you made your way to your bags that were thrown onto the floor, you patted the male’s toned back as to acquiesce that everything’s alright. But before you can maneuver around him, Shinso’s hand latches itself on your wrist.

“Wait,” he murmurs, pulling you toward him. You make no move to pull away, feeling safe and secure in his arms, not the edge of intensity that comes with dancing with danger in your daily life as a hero-in-training. Subconsciously, you find yourself leaning into Shinso’s embrace, even more, an affectionate smile on his face. 

He tugs your cheek softly. “I like you too.” You stay silent, holding your breath as the pad of his thumb brushes against the skin he just pulled, and fingertips lightly grazing your jaw, you find yourself leaning into his palm, the ends of your lips tipping up slightly. You two focus on one another’s eyes, and all your common sense shuts down because the attention he’s giving you his startling, the vibrant violet of his orbs near closer, stealing your breath. 

You brought your hands to the back of his neck, and in an instant, his lips found yours with a content sigh. Your eyes flutter shut, and even in darkness, you see light exploding. Although his movements were gentle and slow, his lips were firm, the two of you moving in perfect sync, sending shivers down your back. With each move, the blurred lines of your friendship beginning to clear, forming something new entirely. Parting your lips, you sighed as he slowly pulled away from the kiss, his lips plump and red. 

Fluttering your eyes open, you find Hitoshi wearing a sweet smile on his face, filled with affection. His smile was one of happiness growing, much like spring flowers. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. While your heart was pounding, and your lips were still pulsing from the way he kissed you, the silly smile never fell from your face.  

“Finally.”

You and Shinso have been dating for five years now, debuting and growing as Pro Heroes. As time passed, your love for him got even stronger. Whenever he looked at you, it was like every ounce of air was taken from your lungs, floating in the sky like a midnight smoke cloud. Every time your lips tangled, the world would stop, leaving just the two of you wandering the earth together. When the two of you cuddle, and he holds your face between his hands, it’s like he’s keeping you in an eternity of security.

When the two of you were patrolling the streets, you came across chaos and panicked citizens. In the distance, there were flickering flames that hinted something deadly. 

“Stay near me, (Y/N), and be careful,” Hitoshi announced as you catch up to his hurried pacing, nodding in acknowledgment, walking right into the heat of battle. The scene you were met with was unlike the disarray clues you had witnessed from the running citizens earlier. 

All around, you could see the burning of bright orange flames as they devoured everything in their path. Your nose scrunched up in alarm from the smell of charred concrete and ash as they dusted the air. The moment you observed your surroundings, you wished you hadn’t. You narrowed your eyes as a menacing creature hovered around a horde of panicked civilians that desperately tried to scramble away. The beast had an ugly beak head with wings and extra limbs, and bloodlust radiating out of its beady eyes. It’s what every Pro has been acquainted with, a Nomu.

“Ready?” he grunted, quickening his pace to match yours. 

“Always,” you answered, reaching out an arm, and in an instant, you immobilized the Nomu-like creature grasping hold of one of the unfortunate bystanders, your boyfriend running by you with his capture scarf in tow. 

You rushed over to the person ungracefully falling with its captor. Grabbing the man’s arm, you slung him over your shoulder as you hauled him to safety. The man gasped out a thank you, slumping over a wall a fair distance away from the fighting, trying to catch his breath. 

When you ran back into action, you and Hitoshi captured villains, the Nomu, and protected citizens. Multiple other heroes had arrived at the scene at this point, and the creature had been dragged out of by policemen, sirens echoing down the streets.

You had been rambling to your boyfriend about your costume, mentioning that you’d need to see Hatsume soon for some upgrades, but as you glanced over at him, you recognized the far offness in his eyes. 

“Hitoshi?” you ask with furrowed brows, snapping your finger in front of him.

He blinks, his hands finding purchase around your waist. He pulls you closer as he nudges his head between your neck, and you wrap your arms around him. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair. Pulling back slightly, he reaches for your hands, interlocking them. A light smile adorned your face as you looked into his unblinking dark purple eyes.

“Will you marry me?”

Now, as you stand in front of your soon to be husband, you feel the way your heartbeat picks up while your lungs fill with more air, but at the same time, you feel incredibly light. This is it. You’re seriously going to marry the love of your life. 

There is so much to admire about him like his raw honesty. The way his words spill out real slow as if the truth can take its time. There’s like a force behind them, yet the kind that is respectful and quiet-- an observant and patient determination. He supports your pure, unadulterated personality, the good and bad. But of everything, it was looking in his eyes you loved the most. That’s all you ever needed to connect, just you and him, eyes, no words.

“You may now kiss.”

Shinso ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, gently drawing you closer to him, placing both hands on either side of your face. You two share a brief but deep kiss, yet you two are still grinning afterward as cheers from friends and families surround the two of you like magic, causing you to shiver in complete pleasure and ecstasy. 

In a world of chaos, the two of you find a place where togetherness means peace, where savage winds cease, and no clouds can block the warmth of the brightening rays. 

And neither of you would want to have it any other way. 

[hydrangeasimagination]

Chocolate Kisses

Homemade chocolates!! They're traditionally used in Japan as a means of confession or conveyance of your feelings.

The recipient then gets the chance to return the favor of the gift on White Day!

Usually, the reader is giving the chocolate but this time around, some characters are more keen on letting their feelings known… These are some unexpected and completely self indulgent pieces.

These are literally just a series of drabbles... Probably a little rushed and varying in length.

Credit to my friend for helping me with the chocolate idea.

=3=

Gender Neutral! Reader

These’ll be under the cut for space.

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!

~ Dari

Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead + Younger Nurse Reader

“Aizawa - senpai!”

The man’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest, instead setting at a rapid pace that raced against his ribs. Rattling him in his entirety from the inside.

He really wasn’t good at this.

Seeing you wrapped up in a cozy sweater and white coat isn’t good for his health even if you were there to improve said health. Especially on a day like this, where pink and red hearts decorate it along the lapels and sleeve cuffs. Making you all the more adorable.

Not to mention your call to the honorific that reflected the dynamic between you both.

Shouta nodded at you, gaze impassive, despite the turmoil lying just under the surface. He spoke your surname in a mumble, muffled from hiding behind his capture weapon.

His last line of defense to hide his face, of which he cursed for its sensitivity to blushing.

Your smile is brilliant, blinding as you bounce, “Yamada - senpai told me you had something for me?”

The chocolates he made were burning a hole in his pocket as he then proceeded to promise himself that he’d gut Yamada if it was the last thing he did. He is unable to muster a word for another minute or two, slightly shaking hand holding his creation to you.

Wrapping scattered with clusters of stars, tied messily in gray string.

“I made them for you.” The words are awkward, even he cringed at how they sounded.

But nonetheless, you smile.

You blush.

You’re touching his hand.

... It looked as if gutting Mic could be put on hold... For now.

Bakugo Katsuki + Elder Reader

Lifting your head, yawning softly and peer at the perpetrator interrupting your nap.

"Oh." You blink and give a lax smile, "Hey."

"Don't 'hey' me." Katsuki snipped fiercely though the sight of your lidded gaze caused his cheeks to burn. "Were you just sleeping here? I told you to meet me during break! I had to come looking for you."

"Mmm," The soft grunt was coupled with you rubbing one of your eyes with a fist "you coulda asked Toshi where I was."

"Who?"

You deadpanned.

"Shinsou Hitoshi? My baby brother? C'mon, you're in the same year."

He seemed to huff at that, narrowing rubies upon you to try and hide his embarrassment from forgetting who you were speaking about. "Useless senpai."

You balk before just letting your expression fall back to one of neutrality. It was too much of a hassle to get angry, he was just trying to get you to react.

"Were you ever taught to respect your elders?" The light scolding barely had any heart in it, even as you lift yourself from the warm desk. "... You needed me for something right?"

The sun silhouetted you, tousled appearance just endearing the sleepy expression you don. Peering at him in wait for what he'd come to find you for.

Katsuki twitched, fingers twitching from their place - stuffed deep in his pockets. His chin tilted down, avoiding the curious gaze now pinning his suddenly heavy body in place. The tips of his ears burned under the scrutiny, shoulders tensed while he ripped one of his hands from his pocket.

A silence filled the room.

The boy didn't need to look at your face to find shock in it.

In his sweating palm, was something wrapped in black paper - patterned with comic explosions and tied with a green ribbon.

“Sorry.” Katsuki grit out the apology. 

He meant it though, as painful was it was to bluster the words from his lips. His heart raced, his other hand trembling in anticipation.

The wait was the hardest part.

Shinsou Hitoshi + School Idol Reader

“Shin - kun, help!”

There is a light spike of panic in his gut, having watched a serious spectacle upon his entrance to school. With pretty doe eyes, you stared at him with plea for aid, a collected pile of items nearly trapping you beneath them. Arms gathered with the gifts spilling from the inside of your locker, body pinning them so they didn’t touch the ground.

The adrenaline rush was soothed as he realized there was no danger, instead replaced with a hollow, sinking feeling wavering any confidence he had. 

Now here he stood, outside your classroom with a heaviness in his legs.

Staring at the chocolate he’d slaved over, a little burnt…

But enough to convey the feelings he’d had since the pair of you attended Nabu Middle. As it’d been wrapped in the very handkerchief you gave him, mopping up his bloodied nose and smiling so warm and sweet.

He cleaned it, of course.

It’s color once again a light lavender.

You told him to keep it, that it matched his hair.

Hitoshi sighed and frowned as he thought to himself, “Well, maybe next year.”

“If someone doesn’t beat you to it.”

He flinched at the nasty voice bouncing around in the back of his skull.

But he helped anyway, taking the precariously balanced boxes and letters. Obnoxiously stamped in hearts and buckets of glitter, they speckled your pristine uniform. Even after being tucked away in a bag.

“It gets worse every year.” He heard from within the room, making him lift his head. With cheekiness, the voice of a classmate teased, “You gonna break all their hearts again?”

Shinsou shifted closer to the door, peering between the gap. Watching you to shake the nightmarish arts and crafts medium from your clothes, you only stick your tongue out in response.

Huffing lowly, you turn your head and state, “I’m waiting for Hitoshi to confess, okay?”

His heart skipped.

What?

Takami Keigo / Hawks + Serious Reader

“Are you dumping a fan’s hard work off on me, Hawks?”

The slightly piercing tone of your melodic voice is enough to send a shudder down the length of his spine. A frostiness felt even through the phone - intimidating - but it wasn’t enough to keep him from smiling a little bit.

“Nah, nah,” He hummed, wings flapping in the chilly air “I’m not horrible.”

You grunt, the sound of paper crinkling made the line crackle.

He barely flinched; despite his sensitive ears ringing at the noise.

“These were handmade.”

“Yep.” Keigo agreed

Feathers ruffling, he landed, airing out the large appendages in his back. Perching on the streetlamp as he’d done many times before, staring into the glass window with an easygoing smile.

“Made ‘em myself.” He admitted, feeling the light sting along his knuckle in phantom of the burn he received.

He witnessed you fumble with the chocolate this time, scrambling to make sure it wasn’t wasted by it touching the floor. Pressing his hand to his mouth to hide a laugh, he can only feel his heart strings tangle between his ribs. Wildly spinning and wrapping his insides in an indescribable web of glee.

Your expression was so shy now, handling the wrapping with such care, “This… This was on purpose, right?”

The hero grinned, unable to stop himself.

“Why don’t you look out the window and tell me, pretty puffin.”

Todoroki Enji / Endeavor + Sidekick Reader

“Chocolate roses?”

You stared, incredulous, at the sight of them. Set in a crystal vase, woven together with a big, gold ribbon - the entire ensemble was terribly extravagant. The deliverer only giggled into the back of his hand and pressed them into your’s, leaving you staring down at them.

The scent of cocoa and macha percolating from them was lovely.

“Here’s the card!” He chirped, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Gingerly setting them on your desk, a fellow sidekick watched in amusement from her cubicle beside you as you hesitate to look at the card.

Who would have sent you these?

They were incredibly expensive, you recognize, from a high-end chocolatier shop near the Endeavor agency - where you worked.

Even the card gives you nary a clue as to who your admirer was.

“Get well soon, stay off your ankle.”

It was signed off with a single drawing of a flame.

Giving your neighbor a look, she just shrugged, signaling that she hadn’t known either. Leaving you to puzzle and puzzle over the possibilities.

Completely unaware as your companion knowingly drifted her eyes over to the lingering presence of your boss. Amused as to see his rather hasty retreat upon being caught.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she thought, “Todoroki, you need to learn how to be more subtle.”

[thewheezingwyvern]

ProHero!Shinsou x Female!Reader

Summary: You had been dating Shinsou for a while now but his hero work constantly kept the two of you apart. For the first time in weeks you two get to have your date night and Shinsou is feeling more than a bit mischievous. 

Rating: E (smut ahoy!)

Word Count: 6.3k

Kinks: Edging, Quirk Play, Teasing, Cunnilingus, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Public fingering, Voice Kink, Dirty Talk

Notes: Banner edited by me! Image used from Unsplashed by this photographer. I hope you guys enjoy this! I worked really hard on it! >////<

Tagging: @joyousandverywarlike​ for beta reading this fic! You gave me a lot of help! This was based off a request that was sent by @arrestingaphine​ that got way ahead of me! @animewh0re​, @tomurasprincess​, @secondhand-trash​, @redbeanteax​

                                             𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 

The sun was crested on the distant horizon when the knock came at your door, bleeding over colors of red and orange, dissolving to a hazy pink as it sprawled out over the city. You had been eager for this night, practically oscillating with anticipation in your skin as your work week dragged on. A little too enthusiastically, you jerked your door open, feeling a bit breathless before you even saw him. But when your eyes fell on him, you felt your breath hitch in your chest.

Shinsou was already an attractive man; his work as a Pro hero into his early twenties had left him heavily defined. Power had always radiated from his form and muscles whenever you saw him. But today, his physique was even more heavily emphasized, a white button down clinging to him, accentuating his shoulders. The sleeves had been rolled up to just below the elbow, showcasing his forearms for you to drink in. His right hand held a jacket slung over his shoulder casually, dusting across his back and the hem of his dark jeans. Jeans that also showed his well-formed thighs. 

You eyed Shinsou appreciatively, slowly licking your lips at the thought of sinking your teeth into that later. Or the thought of him sinking his teeth into you. Indigo eyes swept over your own form, following the way the fabric of your dress clung to your curves. A quiet smile quirked at the corner of his mouth and you preened. You had spent a while trying to make sure you looked drop dead gorgeous for your date night. The first one in a long while.

“You look nice,” he told you, husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

Anytime he even spoke you could feel yourself grow weak. It didn’t seem to be a big stretch of the imagination to think that he could simply read a dictionary to you and your knees would still buckle. You couldn’t wait for that same voice to whisper dirty things to you later, a raspy growl vibrating against the shell of your ear. Lightly you shook your head as the fantasy tried to take root in your mind. You had the real thing in front of you, needed to enjoy it.

“I know,” you informed him with a grin, “I brought out the nice dress for you.”

“I can see.” Shinsou leveled a playful smirk at you. “Come here.”

He didn’t wait for you to move, instead he darted out a hand to yank you to him. It was swift and left your world spinning but his muscled arm clamped you against him, heat radiating through his shirt. You could feel the tantalizing tone that lay beneath his shirt, tempting you to touch, explore with your hands and mouth. But you never got the chance. Dipping his lavender head, the pro hero pressed a hot and needy kiss to your full mouth, a soft groan thrumming in the back of his throat.

“I’ve wanted to do that all fucking week,” he whispered to you when he pulled away.

The sound of his voice, his natural rasp mixed with simmering lust sent a bolt of heat lancing through you. Gooseflesh raised in its wake, pebbling your skin beneath his hand smoothing over your right shoulder. It was almost embarrassing how wet you already were from hearing him talk but damn did he have a sexy voice. Indigo eyes noted the goosebumps rising rapidly on your skin before leveling you with a smirk. Chuckling, he pressed his mouth to your ear.

“Do you like it when I whisper into your ear?”

Oh god. He was trying to ruin you and the two of you hadn’t even made it to dinner yet! Shivers raced down your spine, quaking through your bones and nerves in desire. Your face heated, as if a furnace had been lit behind it. Fuck, if he kept talking like that, you weren’t going to want to go to dinner! You gave him a playful shove, which did nothing to dislodge his hold on your waist.

“I like it when you feed me,” you told him with a laugh. “Come on, Shinsou, your girl is hungry!”

“It was a yes or no question,” he told you, squeezing you tightly against him. “Do you like it when I whisper into your ear?”

The last sentence was punctuated with a low rumble, a growl even, along with the cool nick of his teeth on the shell of your ear. The sensation earned him a low and quiet moan, your lips quivering softly with your own need. And that sound caused him to laugh, low and sensual into your ear. It was a filthy chuckle laced with promise, a promise sealed by his head dipping to press a hot, open mouthed kiss to your neck.

“Answer me, kitten.”

That pet name brought a whimper bubbling over to your lips. Fuck, it wasn’t fair when he talked like that. And it definitely wasn’t fair when he used that nickname. Or wore that stupid white button down shirt that emphasized every powerful muscle, etched into him. You swallowed thickly.

“Yes…” was your breathy reply, your skin still pebbled with gooseflesh.

To your disappointment, he pulled away. There was a gaping emptiness left on your waist where he had held you, his warm heat gone. But Shinsou took the time to level a wicked smirk at you, reveling in your dazed expression, desire pooling in your belly. He traced a knuckle along your jaw sensuously for a moment before taking your hand.

“Good. Are you ready to go?”

You nodded enthusiastically, ready for a hot meal and a night out with your boyfriend. The boyfriend that you barely got to spend any time with the past few weeks. Honestly there were days where it just felt like villains had a queue of people ready to appear and stir up trouble. And because of that, it was impossible to describe just how much you were aching for his touch. Any drop of intimacy you were starved for both sexually and romantically. Tonight was the first time in weeks you two had any time together.

The drive was around twenty minutes, reasonable for the city, but it only served to wind your anticipation and sexual frustration even tighter within you. Shinsou couldn’t whisper in that criminally seductive voice while he was driving, but his hand could trace maddening shapes along your leg. He seemed to be pleased by the hem of your dress riding up to reveal the smooth, freshly shaved skin for him, teasing his fingers dangerously close to your inner thigh. Shinsou chuckled when you squirmed, swatting his hand away with a whine.

“You’re impossible!”

“I figured you’d like it.”

You cast him a playful glare. The tone he spoke with said he knew exactly what he was doing and knew exactly what it would do to you. And there was not even a drop of remorse to be found for it. Despite him tormenting you, you couldn’t help but smile, gripping his hand in yours to lift it to your mouth and press a kiss on his knuckles.

“You know I missed you, Shinsou.”

His smirk softened into a smile, “I missed you too, kitten.”

“Think things will lighten up with the hero biz?”

“I hope so. We’ve all been run ragged lately. It’d be nice if it slowed down for just a bit.”

A wide smirk played across your lips, “just be careful and don’t throw out your hip again.”

“I got thrown from a building—” 

“Yeah and then threw out your hip.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Probably not. But I can pretend to think about it for you.”

Indigo eyes swiveled to the side to look at you before a smirk of his own appeared. You didn’t like the look of that smirk. Shinsou gave a low hum of thought, fingers back to tracing swirls on your skin. Tantalizing, teasing, it sent a fluttering up your nerves, your heart nearly skittering in your chest. Shaky breaths shuddered in your chest, his fingers drifting closer and closer to the cleft of your thighs. When the car rolled to a stop at a light, his hand jerked up, fingers rubbing your aching slit through your underwear. The sensation earned a startled squeak, then a low and filthy moan.

“That’s generous of you,” he noted slyly, mouth still curled into a wicked smirk. Shinsou leaned over, voice dropping to a sensuous timbre near your ear, “generous enough that I might just fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Clever fingers pressed firmly against your clit, pulling a whimper past your lips. Your hips bucked on their own to gain more friction, but the Pro hero quickly pulled away and resumed driving. The loss of his touch made you whine, aching and needy, thighs quivering at the memory of his fingers. A pout twisted on your lips, your eyes trailing over to his hands which were traitorously on the wheel and not between your legs. The desire you felt for him was astronomical, the two of you had been unable to see each other in weeks because of his hero work. You needed relief.

Casting a glance at him to make sure his attention was on the road, you slipped your hand between your thighs, slowly working your sex. The sensation was decadent, though you knew it would only be a matter of time before Shinsou noticed. The intense pleasure humming through your nerves left your breathing haggard despite your best efforts to keep it measured and controlled. It did not take long for you to hear a chuckle from your boyfriend.

“What are you doing over there?”

“Ah! Um noth—”

Your head was abruptly filled with fuzz, a pleasant calmness settling over you. It was like you were floating, drifting along within your own skin, your thoughts becoming malleable to suggestion. Shinsou’s rumbling laugh sent delicious tingles sliding inside of your skull, ready to receive your order from him. Rough knuckles stroked the line of your jaw and even through your daze, it felt nice to have his touch on your skin.

“Are you touching yourself without my permission?”

“Yes,” was your dazed response.

He clicked his tongue at you. “What a bad girl you are. Since you want to be impatient….Edge yourself for the rest of the drive. Don’t you dare cum unless I tell you.”

Your fingers worked your sex with renewed vigor, stroking along your aching slit. As your right hand busied itself between your legs, your left hand slid slowly, sensually up your front to squeeze your breasts through your dress. The sensation sent a sigh slipping past your lips, shuddering out into the air. Hooded eyes roved over to Shinsou, tracing the curve of his smirk that quirked mouth as he drove along.

“Moan for me. I want to hear you pleasure yourself.”

That command sank deeply into you and chased away your silence. Soon lewd moans and whimpers were escaping from your parted mouth, lips quivering as you traced little tortuous circles around your clit. Heat flushed along your skin, blooming deep in your belly as you continued on, knowing that Shinsou was listening to your solo performance. Eager, probing fingers pilfered beneath the hem of your panties, running along your slick sex.

The feeling of your own fingers against your bare pussy rocketed a bolt of heat through you, a desperate little cry tumbling out of you when you sheathed two fingers inside of your core. Hips twitching, you settled into a slow rhythm to chase your pleasure. Pebbled nipples pressed against your bra, aching to be touched, so you pinched one through the fabric of your outfit. It was maddening how much you needed him. But you continued to pump your fingers inside of yourself as you were commanded, obscene groans filling the car.

Your climax was rapidly approaching, hips bucking wildly as you desperately tried to chase it down. The icy air of the car blasted against your feverish skin, sweat dotting your forehead as you continued to thrust, writhing in ecstasy in your seat. Whimpers were your uttered prayer, your enthralled begging, desperate for a release, your body tightening in preparation for your fall over the edge of your orgasm.

And then your hands withdrew promptly, halting your progress right on the precipice of your relief. You whined loudly, twitching your hips against the air, straining to get more pleasure. The car coasted to stop at another light, Shinsou turned and gripped your right wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth. Eyes wide, you watched enthralled, his mouth closing around your two wet fingers. His tongue was wet and warm and so delightful as he licked you clean of your desire. The taste of you had him groaning, a hoarse rumbling in his throat as he lapped you up.

“Aw, did you want some relief, kitten?”

His voice cut through your haze, a bolt of desire going straight to your core. You uttered a weak cry, bucking your hips up into the air to be met with nothing. The sight of your twisting and writhing had him chuckle, releasing your wrist to trace his fingers along the lines of your fevered body. The feeling reduced you to needy whimpers, your body arching into his touch.

“Yes!” you groaned out, full lower lip caught between your teeth, “Oh please!”

“That’s too bad. You were a bad girl. You’ll have to wait to cum until I’m ready to let you. Now, keep edging yourself. Feel free to beg if you get the urge.”

His hand left you to return to the wheel, the car accelerating when the light changed. Your body was still too wound up so you roamed your hands over your body, following the curve of your hips, gliding up to knead your breasts. Tipping your head back, a warm palm slid up along your throat, fingers tracing the shape of your full and panting mouth. It was divine, an act of slow worship, but was not enough. This was but a mouthful of bread to a sumptuous feast. If Shinsou was having you work yourself like this, you knew he had plans to ruin you later.

“Oh—Oh Shinsou, please! Please I need to cum~”

“Fuck,” he growled out, “you are so sexy like that. Sitting over there aching for me. I bet you want my fingers inside of you don’t you?”

The Quirk induced haze compelled you to answer, “Yes. God I need you, Shinsou! Please touch me!”

“I don’t think so. You need to be ready for me. Keep going, kitten. Purr for me.”

A shaky gasp graced your lips when you plunged your fingers back into your tight core. Fuck, it all felt so good. The heat boiling within you simmered your desire to the surface, fingers exploring your wet sex as you nudged yourself closer to your release. The release you knew would have snatched away again. But the daze you were left in had you pushing forward, moaning and whining as you bucked and thrusted, tightening that coil of desire in your abdomen. It swelled and grew until once again you were right there on the edge of your release and then your hands pulled away.

“I—ah—Please,” was your breathy whimper, “please I need to cum.”

“You will,” he told you, parking in the parking lot of the restaurant. “Later.”

You whined, twisting again in the car seat. Rotating smoothly in his own seat, Shinsou leaned over to nip at your ear, a large hand squeezing your breast. His kisses were slow and tantalizing, hot tongue sweeping out to taste your skin. The idea of his mouth on other places made your pussy clench tightly in anticipation.

“Now be a good girl. I’m going to release you from my Quirk and you’re going to listen to me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling his influence immediately fall away from your mind. The pro hero tipped your head back in his direction, sealing a rough kiss to your mouth, hot and brimming with his own ache for you. It was deep and nearly bruising but he pulled back quickly, careful to not lose himself too soon. Indigo eyes hovered inches away from you, boring into you with a brilliant intensity.

“I can’t wait to throw you down on the bed and take you. But first I’m going to taste that pretty pussy of yours. I bet you’re dripping right now, aren’t you?” he whispered.

Hoarse and husky, his voice was absolutely divine. His rasped promise made a shiver roll down your spine, chills racing along your skin to reveal gooseflesh. Your breath hitched in your throat, pink tongue darting out to wet your lips. Helplessly, you nodded, summoning another smirk to his face. Careful, calloused fingers traced the outline of your mouth slowly before he leaned back in his seat.

“Let’s go get our dinner.”

You soon found yourself inside the restaurant, tucked away in a corner booth, crowded up against Shinsou. Even through his clothes you could feel his hard muscles, carefully crafted lines from his physical work and training. The feel of him against you quickly invaded your thoughts, drifting to how wonderful it was going to feel when he pinned you down on the bed and pounded into you. Having been away from him for weeks, you were positively famished for his attention and touch.

“Now, sit real still for me,” he rumbled into your ear, a hand diving between your legs. “Shit. You’re soaked, kitten.”

The public location left you biting your lip, desperately trying to keep your voice trapped in your throat. But the shameful moan was bubbling, fighting to get free. Peppering quick kisses on your jaw, he easily slipped two fingers inside of you. Your breath came out in a shuddering gasp, pussy clenching around his fingers. He chuckled in your ear.

“Dirty girl. Did you like it when I used my Quirk on you? Had you work yourself into a frenzy only to pull back just before you could cum?”

“Hi—Hitoshi…”

He thrust his fingers into you, your eyes rolling in intense pleasure. No one around seemed to notice what the two of you were doing and whenever a waitress walked by your table, the risk of being caught made you clench around his fingers. It had never occurred to you before that Shinsou would try this with you but the idea of him teasing you, tormenting you in public with people walking by set a fire in you. And the thought of a powerful hero like him, working you, trying to make you a mess in his hands only pushed your arousal higher.

“What would they think if they caught you like this? It’s pretty shameless isn’t it? Just look at you, you’re getting all aroused with my fingers inside of you. Someone could see you like this at any minute…”

“Oh~”

The moan that escaped you was tiny. A fluttering thing that nearly vanished into the air but Shinsou heard it.

“Heh. You’re really into this aren’t you? I bet you’d cum right here at the table if I’d let you.” He crooked his fingers inside of you, pulling in a ‘come here’ motion. “Fuck you’re clenching so tight around me. I’m going to fucking ruin you when we get home.”

“I—ah— You’re so mean Hi—ah!”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you through those filthy moans of yours.”

God having him whisper and groan into your ear was leaving you hanging by a thread. Minute quakes racked your body, feeling his fingers continue to curl inside of you beneath your dress. You were about three naughty whispers away from demanding he fuck you right on the table. How was he able to rile you up so easily?

Eager to touch and explore, you snaked your own hand out to grip him through his pants. The motion made him hiss in pleasure, his cock rock hard through his pants. You already could imagine the tip leaking salty pre, throbbing in his underwear. God, you wanted that inside of you. Just when you were about to stroke him, Shinsou gripped your wrist, pulling your hand away from his firm length.

“Did I tell you that you could touch my cock?” he growled out, his fingers growing still inside of you. “I don’t think I did, kitten.”

“Hitoshi, just fuck me already!” you whimpered.

“Listen to you, ready for me to take you right here in a restaurant. You really are shameless, aren’t you?” Blunted teeth nipped along the column of your throat. “But you’ll just have to wait. You’ll get my cock later, now behave. Our food will be here soon.”

A plaintive whine slipped from you when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and aching. Indigo eyes burning with amorous intensity, he gripped your jaw in his hand, ensuring that you were looking right at him. The smirk he gave you was devilish and wicked, two drenched fingers lifting up to show you just how wet you are. Shinsou slipped those two fingers into his mouth, noisily cleaning off your essence before laughing softly.

“Just a little appetizer for me. I’ll have the real thing later.”

You were embarrassingly wet, pussy clenching tightly at the gravel in his voice. That uttered promise had you squirming against him as he held you against his side. The thought of his face between your legs, lapping at you, suckling on your clit until you were thrashing was intoxicating. You could already imagine his hands holding your hips down, strong fingers gripping your flesh tightly as he tasted you like a man starved.

“This is payback for all of the nudes I sent you while you were on patrol, isn’t it?” you grumbled, your face flooded with heat.

A single finger traced slow circles on your shoulder. “That might have something to do with it. But you also make it really fun to torment you.” Shinsou shot you a sidelong smirk. “It’s really hot to watch you get so turned on you can barely control yourself.”

Even though you weren’t admitting it, you also found it incredibly arousing when he tormented you to the point you nearly felt shameless. You had asked him to fuck you right at the table, for fucks sake! But you hadn’t been touched by anything but your own toys and fingers in weeks! To say that you were parched would be an understatement.

“You’re terrible!” was your weak protest, shoving his solid shoulder.

“Oh? Maybe I should show the waitress that sexy picture you sent me this past Tuesday? The one where you were in that lingerie and collar? Legs spread to show just how wet you were at the thought of me?” The smug smirk only grew when you whimpered. “I could show her what a little slut you were.”

“Don’t you dare!”

Shinsou chuckled, “Don’t worry, kitten. No one else is allowed to see you like that. You’re just for me.”

By the time the meal arrived, you were so hot and bothered that you could barely taste your food. You wanted to throw everything in a to-go box, drag him out by his shirt, and demand he fuck you before you even left the parking lot. But oh no, Shinsou insisted that you stay for the entire meal and he even ordered dessert. A small cup of oreo mousse just so he could lap it up suggestively at you.

“You are completely evil,” you folded your arms over your chest, icy air blasting through the vents of his car onto your bare legs. “Evil.”

“Am I? You’re the one who started this. Sending me all of those dirty photos when you knew I was on patrol.” Warm knuckles trailed along your jawline to slip down to your neck. “Or how about those texts? Where you were telling me how you wanted to suck my cock so bad? I think it’s only fair that you get what you gave me, don’t you?”

“Ok, but I didn’t do that in front of a waitress!” 

“No, but one of those pictures came in right when I was with Eraserhead and he nearly saw it.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment. “Oh... Sorry.”

“It’s too late for ‘sorry’ now, kitten. You wanted my attention and now you’ve got it. So that means you’re going to have to face the consequences.”

The idea of the ‘consequences’ gave you delicious shivers. Shinsou could be damn intelligent and devious when he wanted to, so your anticipation was brimming. You licked your lips slowly, ready to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe or he couldn’t breathe. And his right hand tracing teasing shapes on your thigh definitely wasn’t helping.

“You never did answer my question,” that husky voice finally stated, shattering the brief silence that had settled over the two of you.

“Oh?”

“Did you like it when I used my Quirk on you?”

A surprised sputter escaped you. “I—uh, what?”

“You heard me. Did you like it?”

Burning with embarrassment, you looked down at your lap and uttered in a quiet voice, “Yes…”

The smug satisfaction that rolled off of him was intense, smirk still twisting at the edges of his mouth. Shinsou was disarmingly attractive when he held such a cocky look, it made it impossible to resist him. And considering the hot slick that had gathered between your thighs, dampening your underwear, there wasn’t going to be any effort to even try on your part. Hunger glinting in your eyes, you pulled your lower lip between your teeth.

“Want me to do it again?”

You swallowed thickly, voice catching in your throat, “Fuck… uh, yeah. Yeah I do.”

“What was that?”

His attempt at lulling you into the embrace of his Quirk was ham-handed but also appreciated. It was not the first time that it was used in your foreplay and you had given him permission to use it, provided he didn’t cross your hard limits. A smile curled at the corners of your mouth at his caution. Shinsou couldn’t see the playful expression on your face because he was driving but if he could, he would see you staring him down with all the confidence in the world.

“Yea-”

That pleasant fog settled over you again, a warm embrace that cradled you closely to your arousal. All thoughts had stilled and you were open, ready for your boyfriend’s command. A pleasant chuckle filled your ears, only driving your arousal higher. It was like you were wrapped in nothing but his voice, thrumming, caressing your ears, eager for him to tell you what he wanted.

“Touch yourself. But don’t cum. Only I get to make you do that tonight.”

Instantly your hands pulled up the hem of your dress, slipping up your thighs to dive into your underwear. When you drew slow circles around your aching clit, you gave a piteous moan, shuddering with intense need. After all of the foreplay, you were feeling dreadfully sensitive. And swathed as you were in Shinsou’s quirk, it was a sensation that swallowed you. The whimpers and whines that rose from your parted mouth were downright musical to the pro hero. Helpless to the pleasure, you bucked your hips against your own hand, aching for more friction. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot moaning like that,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”

“You!” was your immediate answer, fingers sinking deep into your slick core. “I need you to fuck me. I wanna cum screaming your name! Hitoshi, please!”

The sound of you begging made him want to pull over and fuck you right on the hood of his car, not at all caring who saw. Heart hammering in his intense arousal, the pro sucked in a sharp breath as he reigned himself in. It was another five agonizing minutes before his car rumbled to a stop and he killed the engine with a turn of his wrist. There was a hum and suddenly your mind was clear again but with your desire so potently overpowering you could feel yourself shaking minutely. Your thighs were smeared with your hot slick, ready to be fucked into oblivion.

“Get inside. Now.” 

You did not need to be told twice. On wobbly legs, you stumbled up the stairs, fingers fumbling with your keys until you both staggered into your apartment. The motion to kick off your shoes was clumsy and haphazard and Shinsou barely took the time himself to do the same thing. He was upon you nearly instantly, strong hands shoving you up against the wall with a loud thump. A thick and well muscled thigh slotted between your legs, fingers tightening in your hair to tilt your head back for him. 

The kiss he gave you was searing, wild and filled with hunger. Cool teeth nipped at your lower lip, tongue plunging forward to plunder your hot and eager mouth. With his free left hand, Shinsou started hiking the fabric up to gather around your waist, revealing your lower half to him. A calloused finger traced along the waistband of your thong, before diving down the front. The tide of his kisses was enough to smother your moan when his fingers discovered your aching clit, pinching roughly. 

You clawed at his shoulders, shuddering and crying out against his bruising kisses. Feeling impatient to have his bare skin against yours, you shoved him back and pushed at his jacket. Shinsou chuckled, voice hoarse with desire and shrugged out of his jacket. Unceremoniously he let it drop to the floor, dark fabric pooling into a puddle, forgotten. When he pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth again, your fingers drifted up to slowly work through the buttons of his shirt. A pleased groan emerged from him when you parted the shirt, hands glazing over his torso.

Open mouthed kisses trailed down to your neck, Shinsou eagerly biting and sucking at the column of your throat as you guided the shirt off of his shoulders. You basked in the heat of him, raking your nails across his back when his fingers slipped back down to toy with your clit, a fire burning beneath your skin. The bolt of pleasure shot straight to your core, hips bucking blindly to gain more friction. You yanked your own dress up and over your head before tossing it off to the side, uncaring where it landed. 

Shudders wracked you as you arched your back to take off your bra, fumbling clumsily with the clasp. But it was worth the effort for as soon as you freed your breasts, Shinsou dipped his head to latch a mouth around a nipple. Pleasure boiled white hot in you, desperate pleas tumbling from your mouth as his tongue flicked across the pebbling bud. You were so stimulated and needy that you felt light headed. 

“Hitoshi, pleaaaaase,” was your plaintive whine, “I need to cum!”

“Fuck!”

Rough hands yanked down your thong, his powerful form dropping to his knees before you. He guided you to lift a trembling thigh onto his shoulder before casting you a lewd smirk. Then he leaned forward, closing his mouth around your throbbing clit. The raw wave of pleasure wiped your mind of all coherent thought, only able to feel him suckling on your needy pearl. Lolling your head back, you felt it thud against the wall behind you, grinding against his face to push yourself closer to the release you needed so badly.

“Ah—Ah! ‘Toshi! God, fuck! Please! Please! I need to cum, I need to—!”

At your frantic begging, blunted teeth raked over your sensitive bud, fingers slipping up to tease your entrance. The evening had left you wound tightly in your core, ready to teeter over the edge with just the right push. The feeling of his teeth raking across your clit was just the one you needed. White spots danced in front of your eyes, bucking helplessly through your orgasm. A loud cry was pried from your throat, shaking as Shinsou lapped up your weeping slit.

Bonelessly, you slumped against the wall, feeling his shoulder flex beneath your thigh. You had expected for your boyfriend to get up and carry you to the bed or table or couch or anywhere with a reasonable surface that you could lay on so he could pound into you. But no. Instead he renewed his licks, noisily slurping up your essence. Thick fingers spread you wide, allowing him to push his tongue into you. 

“I—ah—Hi-Hitoshi!”

You felt weak, arousal quickly and easily building again within your belly even as your leg strained to hold you up. God, you wanted to just crumple to the ground, a mess of limbs and arousal, and let him pound into you but all you could do was thrash your head beneath his assault. Shaking fingers threaded through his hair, gripping and tugging as he devoured you. But as he continued, lapping, sucking, and probing, your grip tightened. You felt so sensitive you almost wanted him to stop! At a particularly lewd moan, Shinsou growled against your pussy, hands squeezing your hips to keep you still.

“Just fuck me already!” you moaned, writhing in his grip.

Normally, he would take that opportunity to taunt you. Maybe tell you to ask nicely and he might oblige. But based on the outline of his clearly erect cock in his pants and the nearly feral growls coming from him, he was far too gone to play any kind of games. Lifting his lavender head, he licked away the film of juices coating his lips, blazing eyes boring into yours. Though no words came from him, the look reflected at you in those deep indigo pools spoke enough; you would not be making it to the bedroom.

With startling swiftness, Shinsou stripped himself bare, cock swollen and flushed, twitching in anticipation of entering you. Hard, cut muscles moulded against your own figure, heat simmering brilliantly against him. He guided one of your thighs over his hip, gripping it there as he sheathed himself in your wet heat. The pleasured hiss that slipped between his gritted teeth was enough to make you mewl with need. His girth stretched you to a pleasant fullness, reaching deep inside you where your fingers could not.

The pace he began was a brutal and rough one, hips jerking forward to rut inside of you. A warm, calloused hand lightly settled over your throat, keeping you pressed tightly to the wall as he fucked you. Shinsou became your rock against the rushing tide of your rapidly approaching orgasm, winding your arms around his neck so you could cling to him. His cock dragging along your walls was pure decadence, despite his desperate rhythm pounding into you.

Growling, he dipped his head to press a bruising kiss to your open mouth, tongue eagerly exploring you. The hand that had been at your throat slid away, gliding down to palm at your breasts, savoring the feel of your skin beneath his touch. Sweat dotted both of your brows from your exertions, tendrils of passion blazing within you. With how the two of you had been teasing and taunting throughout your date, it did not take long to push him near the edge of his own release. 

“Come on, kitten,” he growled out, “purr for me. Let me hear you scream.”

His hips stuttered against yours, dexterous fingers stealing away to draw tight circles on your clit. You groaned his name over and over, a shaky prayer to keep you anchored against the tidal wave of release that you knew was coming. Shinsou cursed roughly, dropping his mouth to the side of your neck to bite down, sending you careening over the edge of your climax once more. You threw your head back and let out a pleasured howl, one that would surely make the neighbors complain. The sight of you coming undone and whimpering pathetically was enough to send him over with a strangled groan. 

He pulled out of you, ropes of sticky white splashing onto your abdomen, his fist working his shaft to ride out the rest of his release. Shinsou slumped against you, panting into your neck, sweat lining his body. You were equally out of breath but incredibly satisfied, the afterglow washing over you with a pleasant hum. Idly you found yourself threading your fingers through Shinsou’s hair, relishing in the feel of their silky texture as you both came down from your fevered pace.

“I missed you, have I said that to you yet?” he rumbled into your neck.

“You’ve mentioned it but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

He chuckled before easily cradling you to him. “Alright then, how about one more? I really missed you.”

You gave a happy hum and pressed yourself against him, nuzzling deeper into his embrace, “Tell the heroes if they keep hogging you to themselves, I’m going to stage a kidnapping mission to get you away from them.”

“Devious. What if I turn the tables on you?”

“Well I win either way.” You pressed a tender kiss to his hair. “Can we shower now? And then cuddle after? Oh and watch a movie?”

Shinsou returned the gesture, kissing your hairline softly. “Whatever you want, kitten.”

As he guided you both to the bathroom to wash off, you felt incredibly content. Life for you two was never going to be normal, but for the time being you were satisfied. It wasn’t perfect and you knew it was never going to be the white picket fence dream that others wanted. But this was enough for you. Even if it was just moments between the storms.

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Could you describe what each of the ros look like and what they usually wear? Loved the game and I also think you are very sweet.😚💕

//asdasda stopppp!! you anons are the sweet ones!! omgg... no there aren’t tears in my eyes hnnng  💖 💖

Finlay is a statuesque Fyvar whose features are very angular. With sharp cheekbones, a narrow chin, and a wide jawline, they are often described as rather attractive, almost hero-like in the way they glower down at their enemies. They have a wide, flat nose between evenly spaced, narrowed, golden eyes and often furrowed red eyebrows. Their plump lips are often painted, on occasion, in dark shades of purples and reds.

They keep their flaming red-orange hair pulled back into a ponytail of soft, corkscrew curls. Twin braids, usually braided in their spare time, dangle against their sharp jawline and draw emphasis to their downward, sharp, pointed ears. Finlay comes to a height of 6'7" or 200.66 cm, they are about as tall as their race comes with a well-muscled, defined build from years of training and travel.

They tend to dawn gleaming armor the color of snow with the church's spiraling insignia emblazoned on the flattened chest piece. When not wearing their armor, they tend to prefer loose shirts, well-fitted athletic pants, form-fitting, thin shoes. On occasion, they will don a cropped tank top and chest binder (read: sports bra).

Lesilfae is a lean, figure with an average (if a bit softer) build. He tends to emphasize his sharp features by highlighting makeup and line his eyes with kohl. His cheekbones are soft, rising gently from his thin cheeks and tend to push his eyes upwards into a cat-like stare. His nose is Romanesque, broad and strong, with a sharp cupid's bow leading to average-looking lips, pulled into a false, thin smile. His lavender (sometimes thistle) color eyebrows appear plucked and gently shaped, giving him an ethereal, almost strange appearance. Two eyes, the color of jade, watch their patrons and customers with barely concealed pleasure.

Lesilfae keeps his hair in a long, immaculate, asymmetrical cut -- one-half long enough to brush his shoulder but the other half short enough to tickle his jaw. His hair is naturally straight but when wet, will curl ever so slightly. He has small, downward pointed ears as is custom for his race, with four thin arms. He keeps his hands soft with lotions and rubs, keeping his nails short and neat. He is on the shorter height spectrum for his race, coming at a solid 6'4" or 193 cm.

He tends to wear snuggly fitted vests with wide lapels, often of rich coloring, and fitted pants with heeled boots. Will, every so often, wear older, well-worn shirts and pants when he doesn't feel well. He has slightly, naturally tanned skin.

Galeon is a broad, bulky figure with long legs. His arms are well-muscled to the point that he often has to go sleeveless due to most sleeved shirts leaving him feeling restrained. He towers over his race at a shocking, 6'11" or 210.82 cm!! His body, while soft, is similar to that of a bodybuilder, muscled but with a healthy cushion of fat. He likes to keep his loose curls free and shaggy, often draping down over his eyebrows, and tangling gently with his long eyelashes. He's always smiling with his thin lips, cracked due to lack of proper hydration and heat. His nose, similar to Lesilfae's, is Romanesque, large, and hooked as though it had been broken at some point.

Galeon has a wide jawline, low cheekbones, and downward angled, almost sad-looking grey eyes, which are often narrowed by thick, messy fern-green eyebrows. His arms and hands are littered with scars, gained from his many years of healing the unfortunate ill. He has large, downward pointed ears, though one has a somewhat noticeable fold to its tip.

He has a preference for loose-fitting, sleeveless shirts with long armholes, that often expose his ribcage and stomach when viewed from the side. Galeon will also sometimes wear thin bandages around his chest and wound up his arms. He wears pants similar to drop-crotch pants, he finds them very comfortable and easy to move in! He has rich dark brown skin that’s darker than Lesilfae’s, but lighter than Finlay’s.

Hollond is a slim, short figure with a ballet dancer's build. Despite their short height, they have long arms with three-fingered (pointer, modified pinkie, and thumb) hands. Galeon often jokes that they are ''all legs and no height'', which is... pretty true. They have long thin legs, a smaller torso as is typical of Ynen. Their skin is a shade of icy, blue that darkens to green shade on their cheeks and nose when they blush. They come to the incredibly short, but average for their race, height of 4'9" or 144.78 cm. Hollond likes to keep their pearlescent (or white-blonde) hair loose, long (typically long enough to brush their ankles), and silky!

They have a flat nose that is level with their forehead (kinda like da2 elves??) with small, circular eyebrows often bent with disdain above shockingly blue irises and black sclera. They have thin, natural black lips and flat, herbivorous teeth. Their ears are often hidden by their hair, and sit naturally against their skull (as is typical).

Hollond prefers wearing tight, flexible leggings with a loose, billowing top that is sometimes tucked into an underbust corset. They have a flat chest, wider hips, and lean legs. Like their siblings (and quite a few other Ynen), they appear androgynous! Enjoys wearing nightgowns to sleep and around the home!!

Greta is a chubby gal with a thicker build!! Similar to Galeon, she's got a bit of a body-builder thing going on, where she's got a healthy amount of fat covering her muscle! Like her multicolored, luminous race, her skin is a shade of pastel/blush-pink with orange freckles dashed across her cheeks, nose, and shoulders. She's of average height for her race, coming to an easy 5'4" (or 5'3" depending on the day) or 162 cm! She likes to keep her cherry-red hair in a wavy, almost curly, jaw-length bob!

She has an adorable button nose, chubby, kissable cheeks, and large, violet-colored eyes. She has rounded eyebrows usually tilted upwards and a mischievous, plump-lipped smile! Her ears are long and feathered the same color as her hair. She likes to decorate her ears and hair in shiny pendants and clips, usually preferring them to be gold-gilded.

She likes to wear billowing shorts that tighten around her mid-thigh, loose shirts that she tucks into her pants, and a short, elbow-length cloak (often decorated with pins)! She enjoys wearing dresses and skirts when she's with her family or friends! Her fashion aesthetic? Cute AF!!