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Nightmare Wedding

DESCRIPTION: They have a nightmare that you marry someone else

WARNINGS: slight angst and some insecurities but with comfort and happy endings in all

CHARACTERS: Ace, Shanks, Mihawk, Kid, Katakuri | Law, Zoro

WORDS: 3,014

A/N: I loved this idea and couldn't help but do another. Of course as soon as I posted the last one an idea for Ace finally came to me. Added Ace and Kid for @breadlover6969 and Mihawk, Shanks, and Katakuri (who also won the poll) for @kabloswrld

Hope you all enjoy!

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ACE

Ever since you and Ace became a couple, Ace noticed that he slept amazing when you were beside him. The nights you had to sleep apart however, brought restlessness, sometimes strange dreams that left him feeling as though he hadn’t slept at all, but it was worse when he had to suffer through nightmares. Tonight, he reluctantly went to bed while you had to stay in the infirmary while you recovered from a sickness. It was just a precaution to avoid you infecting the others but Ace needed more convincing than the others. He didn’t care if he got sick and would have risked it but you managed to talk him around, promising it would be just one night and it would make you feel better to know he was safe and healthy. Reluctantly he climbed into the bed and pouted at your empty side until his eyes grew heavy and sleep claimed him. 

“Ace how do I look?” You asked him in his dream and he broke out into an overwhelmed smile, taking in your breathtaking appearance. You were all but glowing, dressed for a wedding; your wedding. Slowly he reached out to cup your face before taking your hand to playfully twirl you and take in your outfit with growing appreciation. Unable to hold back, he pulled you into a tight hug. “You look amazing, you always do.” He whispered, pulling back to see your eyes light with joy as you you looked down at your outfit, smoothing the fabric into place. 

“I’m glad. I hope Marco thinks so too.” You beamed up at him, unaware of Ace’s expression dropping into one of confused dread. Marco? What did Marco have to do with it all? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you quickly took his hands into yours and leaned in with an excited smile. “Ace, will you walk me down the aisle? It’d mean so much to me!”

“B-but…aren’t you going to marry me?” Ace asked with a frown, his heart sinking when you tilted your head in confusion before laughing. 

“Ace, don’t be silly!” You grinned, giving him a playful shove. “You know I’m marrying Marco, come on I can’t be late!” Before he could react, you grabbed his wrist and hurried down a corridor that seemed unending. Finally the corridor shifted to reveal a filled room, your hand was no longer in his and you stood with Marco at the altar. 

His stomach lurched and Ace let out a yelp as he landed on the floor of his room, tangled in the bedsheet and head swimming as he tried to let his brain catch up with the fact he was awake and what he’d just witnessed was a horrible dream. Scrambling to his feet, Ace bolted out of the room and hurried to the infirmary, hearing the sound of you coughing when he neared the door. Quietly he entered and walked quietly to your bedside. “Ace? You should be in bed.” You told him weakly. 

“No, I should never have let you talk me into leaving you.” Ace said as he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to let you rest against him. His fingers lightly moved over your back, soothing your aching body while also finding your presence soothing him from the nightmare he’d had. “We’re a team right? Through thick and thin…sickness and in health.”

“Aren’t those wedding vows?”

“Are they?” Ace asked innocently but you could hear his heart pick up speed slightly. “Must have been a coincidence…”

SHANKS

Before meeting you, Shanks never saw himself as the settling down type. He was more than content to live his days exploring and enjoying himself with a lover in every island should the mood take him. Then you came along and changed his life in every wonderful way imaginable. You were the adventure he’d been missing and hadn’t even known he was searching for. He couldn’t imagine ever being apart from you. You might have fallen for his charm and flirtatious smile first but he fell for your warmth and beautiful soul so much harder. 

So when he dreamt of himself standing at the front of an altar, he knew you would be the only other possible person his subconscious would conjure to join him. Shanks felt excitement gather in his chest and then in a blink he saw Beckman appear beside him. “This is a big thing, Captain. You sure you can go through with this?” His right-hand man asked with a grin before continuing. “I mean you’ve never preformed a wedding ceremony before, will you be able to handle it?”

Shanks felt his excitement fizzle out and it was quickly replaced with confusion and apprehension. Yes, as Captain he would be the one to marry members of his crew but he couldn’t possibly be the one to get married and preform the ceremony at the same time. It didn’t make sense and as much as he wanted to know, he dreaded what the explanation would be because he already knew it wasn’t going to be something he’d like. “Benn! Shanks!” 

Both heads turned and Shanks’ chest felt like it was going to explode with adoration and pride as he saw you hurry to them. He waited for your hands to reach for him but instead you merely smiled at him and hurried to Beckman’s side, eagerly letting his arms wrap around you and hold you close. “Sorry I’m late but we can start now.” You beamed, your gaze settling on Shanks’ face expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready Captain, I can’t wait to marry this man!”

With a jolt and gasp, Shanks woke to the calm, dark silence using the sound of the gentle waves hitting the side of the Red Force to help calm his breathing. He glanced to down to see you curled up on your side, your back against him and your arms loosely but just as possessively wrapped around his arm. Shanks let out a small huff as he silently laughed at his stupid mind for conjuring such a ridiculous scenario. Rolling onto his side, Shanks pressed a kiss against your temple, stilling when you began to shift. You turned as you began to wake, curling into his chest and let out a sleepy smile when his now freed arm tightened around you, keeping you close. “Everything okay?” You mumbled. 

“Never better.” Shanks affirmed with a smile, pressing another kiss against your cheek. As much as he knew it was a ridiculous dream and that things between you both were beyond amazing, Shanks considered that maybe he was worried in some part that someone may take you from him someday. “Promise me you won’t marry Beck, okay?”

“Why, you wanna marry him?” Even half-asleep you were still able to make a joke and help your lover relax. 

“The only one I want to be committed to is you.”

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Promise?”

“I do.”

MIHAWK

“Clown, what is the meaning for all of this…fanfare?” Mihawk asked, looking around the extensibly decorated circus tent. Brightly coloured ribbons adorned the ceiling, flowers were displayed in grand, flashy, and quite simply ostentatious arrangements that just screamed ‘Buggy the Clown.’ None of it was to Mihawk’s taste but it was clear the clown was up to something. The figurehead of Cross Guild spun around, dressing in a bright suit and his painted smile, spread wide in triumph. 

“Mihawk! So glad you’ve arrived. We were worried you were going to miss the festivities. They’ll be writing about this in the papers for weeks.” Buggy declared with a laugh, allowing his hands to detach from his arms to gesture widely as confetti seemed to rain down from nowhere. Mihawk’s eye twitched at the useless theatrics, he’d asked a question and wanted an actual answer. Thankfully he didn’t need to repeat himself because Buggy cleared his throat and stepped to the side to show the altar Mihawk could have sworn wasn’t there before. “It’s my wedding obviously.”

A wedding? This was the first Mihawk heard about it. As far as he knew, Buggy hadn’t had a serious relationship in a long time, certainly not serious enough to warrant a wedding. So who was the clown’s secret betrothed? The answer came instantly when he heard footsteps behind him. Mihawk turned and did a double take when he saw it was you. The look in your eyes was filled with so much excitement and joy they practically sparkled. He began to reach out for you but you slipped past him and continued with conviction until you were proudly beside Buggy. Disbelief gripped Mihawk at the scene in front of him. No, this was impossible. Letting his instincts take hold, he reached for Yoru and charged for Buggy. 

“Mihawk, no!” You pleaded, stepping in front and stopping his attack mid-swing with just your voice. “Please it’s my wedding day. Promise there’ll be no fighting. For me okay?” Mihawk snapped awake immediately and let out a sigh of relief to see he was in his own quarters and not a garish decoration in sight. Despite having slept, the nightmare he was forced to endure had left him exhausted. Part of him was reluctant to try and fall back to sleep out of worry of what other hellish thoughts his mind would conjure for him. 

With a sigh he reached out your side of the bed and only now he noticed it was empty. Yet it was still warm, you’d only just risen but it was still late at night. Just as he was about to rise and search for you, the door opened and you silently crept in, pausing to see Mihawk was awake and watching you. Now seeing you had no need to be stealthy you smiled and walked back towards the bed. “I was getting a drink of water. Did I wake you?”

“No, love.” Mihawk answered, holding out his arms to pull you close against him, his eyes closing when your fingers slipped into his hair. “Had an awful dream you married the clown and wouldn’t let me cut him to pieces for it.” 

“How strange…” You mused with a yawn. “Although I’m not opposed to the idea, truth be told.”

“Marrying the clown?” Mihawk leaned back to look at you, unable to hide his disgust as the images from his dream came flooding back. 

“No!” You laughed pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Marrying you. Although people consider us married anyway.” Mihawk chuckled, it was true. Mihawk supposed now that it had been properly brought up, it was worth considering to finally propose. His golden eyes observed you carefully and saw your eyes were growing heavy. That was a conversation best saved for the morning. 

KID

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Kid shouted as he looked at you standing hand in hand with none other than Strawhat Luffy, both of you dressed very clearly for a wedding. At his outburst you both turned to look at him in shared confusion. “Him? You’re seriously going to marry him! He’s a moron!”

“Only sometimes.” You shrugged before smiling dreamily at the Strawhat pirate. “He’s also super strong, and funny, and he’s King of the Pirates now so-”

“What? No he’s not!” Kid argued angrily trying to charge forward but every step he took kept him firmly on the same spot. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening. You were with him! You had no interest in the pipsqueak Captain of the Strawhats like that. You weren’t as shallow to only be with something because of their title, you weren’t like that. You saw the good in people, you’d seen the good in him and you loved him. Of that much Kid was certain of. This just had to be some awful dream. He just needed to wake up and everything would be okay. 

“Kid!” Kid jolted upright with a yell meeting your bewildered gaze. “What is it? You were calling my name over and over. Are you okay?” You hesitated from touching him as out of fear he was still clinging to the nightmare he was waking from, not wanting to overwhelm him but you had to speak to him, to reassure him your were here. You watched as Kid steadied his breathing and reached out towards you with his good arm. Quickly you took his hand into both of yours and guided his fingers to rest against your collarbone so he could feel your steady heartbeat under your skin and feel the rise and fall of your chest, hoping he would copy the steadied breaths and calm. “I’m here, we’re safe in our room. What do you need?”

“Kill Strawhat.” Kid ground out tightly as he calmed, his fingers flexing around yours just a little tighter to ground him in the reality. Finally he let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head. “Nah, he’s not worth my time. Just need you babe.” You let out a sigh of your own, soft and relieved to hear him speak and inched closer, smiling when his hand moved up to curl behind your neck and thread into your hair, pulling you in for a soft and gentle kiss. Parting he lay his forehead against yours, finding his ability to be vulnerable around you to be proof of the love you both shared.

“Promise me, even if that little runt becomes King of the Pirates and asks you to marry him, you’ll say no.”

“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” You reassured him softly. “Don’t care about titles or any of that stuff but if you want to give me a ring and let me call you husband if it makes you feel better we can do that?”

“Did you just half-ass a proposal to me?” Kid asked with a grin, all worries from his dream vanishing instantly. 

“Not at all, Captain. Was just letting you know you can half-ass propose to me if you want.” With a laugh and a playful shove, Kid considered taking you up on the offer but now he had to wait for a while so that when he did propose, it would seem like it was all his idea.

KATAKURI

Another tea-party, another celebration filled with people and a feast of the finest food imaginable. Katakuri stood firmly in place, watching all of the guests and his family occupy the space, prepared for anything to happen. Like everything else, nothing would escape his sight and nothing would ruin his mother’s carefully planned party, he always made sure of that. Across the large garden he caught sight of the extravagant mountain-sized wedding cake and now he felt confused, he hadn’t known this was a wedding. Curiously he looked around, searching for his siblings to spot who would be the bride or groom. But then that thought went out of his head when he saw you of all people standing at the altar at the top of the cake. 

His heart all but skipped when he saw you but that led him to become even more confused. If you were up there and waiting to get married, why was he all the way down here and standing watch? He was madly in love with you and you loved him, so why were you both apart? Then you turned to face someone who was on top of the cake with you. Katakuri watched in dismay to see his brother Perospero take your hand in his and grin at you. Behind his thick layers of his scarf wound around the lower half of his face, Katakuri’s lips curled in a tight snarl and he gripped his arms tightly to control the mounting anger. Why was this happening?

From behind him he heard his mother’s loud laughter, delighted by the ceremony taking place on the cake she couldn’t wait to devour. Katakuri lowered his gaze and took a deep breath, of course. Big Mom did enjoy arranging marriages for her children and this was clearly one of her arrangements but he couldn’t help but feel the pain of how you’d been taken from him and he couldn’t do anything to intervene. Worse still, you didn’t even look like you wanted him to be in Prosperous place. 

Katakuri woke instantly, his eyes snapping open and his mind clearing just as fast. As though sensing the change in his body, you stirred from your comfortable place on his chest. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and yawned, Katakuri’s hand fell over your back, making sure to keep you comfortable knowing that your mind was still hazy and body was still heavy as it clung to the need for sleep. If he reassured you all was well quickly, you’d fall back into your own pleasant dreams in no time. “Kata…what’s the matter?” You mumbled, managing to crack your eyes open slightly to look at him. 

“Just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Katakuri informed you simply, never needing to lie to you. 

“Hm, what kind of dream?” You asked, absently running your fingers over his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat that always lulled you to sleep.

“Dreamt mother had arranged for you to marry Perospero.” He explained, rubbing your back in response to your soothing touches. “I could only stand by and watch.”

“Sorry you had to dream such a thing but don’t worry that won’t happen.”

“If mother demanded it, I couldn’t fight against her wishes.” Katakuri mumbled, feeling his own mind grow hazy once more as your radiating warmth was coaxing him to sleep. He blinked when you abruptly pushed yourself up to frown at him in the dark. “What?”

“Katakuri…we’re already married.” You reminded him, lifting your hand to show the band of metal on your finger glinting in the moonlight. With a tired, amused huff at your husbands momentary lapse in memory you flopped back down onto your husband’s chest. 

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Welcome Home

pairing: jiraiya x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: you're there every time to welcome him home, until the one time you're not.

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) fingering, p in v, cream pie

Touch and go is how your relationship has always been. You’ve never complained. Always welcoming him home with open arms, ears eager to hear of his travels. The closer he gets back to Konoha the more he can taste your perfume—hints of honey and coconut twirling on his tongue. He’s been gone longer than usual this time. It’s made him antsy. His hands twitch at his side as he walks through the village. He feels almost desperate to get home, something that’s never happened before.

He’s never taken advantage of you, never sought you out for only pleasure. He’s never talked about his feelings, so sure that you understood. Given, you’ve never talked about your feelings either. Jiraiya, the fool that he is, thought all was well. Except for the fact that you aren’t there when he gets home. From the looks of it, you haven’t been there for a while. It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything is fine. He’ll find you eventually.

Everything is not fine. It’s not okay. He’s losing his damned mind trying to find you. It’s been two days. Where could you possibly be? That’s when he sees him. Jiraiya’s eyes narrow as he tracks him, walking along the village without a care in the world, nose shoved deep into the book he’s emerged himself in. It’s not long before he’s caught up with Kakashi. They walk along in silence for a while, Jiraiya’s hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, impatience washing over him.

Finally, Kakashi sighs, dropping his arm. One eye lifting to meet the agitated gaze of the sannin. “Good to see you, Jiraiya.”

“Kakashi,”

“You haven’t talked to her?”

Jiraiya’s eye twitches. “I can’t find her.”

Kakashi hums. “She’s not back from the mission, then.”

It was like a bomb had been dropped on him. Everything he thought he knew about you was wrong. But he’s to blame. He’s the one constantly leaving. He’s the one who keeps you at arms length. If he wanted to know, he’d ask. A lump of uncertainty forms in Jiraiya’s throat. He’s not a fan of the feeling. He doesn’t like you being gone. A shinobi? You’re more amazing than he’d thought, and it irks him. He’s an idiot. The two of you have been at this for, well, years, and he honestly thought that you were a civilian whose whole world revolved around him. He doesn’t say anything to Kakashi. He’s defeated by you and you aren’t even here to witness it.

“You really don’t have a clue, do you?” Jiraiya stares at him, making Kakashi sigh. “Follow me.”

Kakashi isn’t sure why he has the photo to begin with, but he’s glad he has it. Probably something of Naruto’s that he has for safe keeping. He finds it in a stack next to his bedroom dresser. He smiles at the photo before handing it over to the older man.

The two of you are standing together, Jiraiya’s arm thrown over your shoulders holding you tightly to him. His head is tossed back in a boisterous laugh, you can almost hear it echoing from the memory. You’ve got your arm around his waist, body completely molded to him as you watch him. Doe eyes looking up, lips parted in a small lovestruck smile. It’s a snapshot of the pure adoration and love you hold for him.

It’s not something you hide. It’s not a secret by any means. But gods, is Jiraiya seeing it for the very first time.

It’s early when you get home. Eyes burning from lack of sleep, dirt under your nails and in your hair. A nice hot shower is calling your name. It takes you three tries to unlock the door. So set on getting to the shower, you miss the hints of another presence in your home completely. Tearing off your vest while pulling your shoes off along the way, leaving the clothes scattered on the floor on your way to the bathroom. You come to a stop when you see your bedroom door open.

Now you’ve been gone for a month or so, but you do the same routine every time. Every door is shut when you leave. Every time. But the bedroom door is open. Biting your cheek, you move down the hallway to see that the bathroom door is open as well. Why? Who's been in your house? Are they still here? You freeze, senses running wild. If they were still here, they wouldn’t make it far.

The faintest sound of scratching reaches your ears. What, is there a rat in your house? As silent as you can, you follow the sounds. Leading to your bedroom, you slightly push the door open, a flurry of emotions overcoming you. Sitting at the desk is Jiraiya, bent over slightly as he pen scratches at the paper. No doubt furiously writing away for the next installment of his books. Stepping into the room you make your way to him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He’s solid against you, the warmth of him seeping into you. You nuzzle your face in between his shoulders, more than happy to be home. Happy to finally have him home.

“Hey, kid,” he says with a laugh.

“Hey yourself. Missed you.”

His whole body relaxes at your words. Silently he turns, pulling you in closer until you’re seated on his lap. Thick fingers tangle up into the roots of your hair, angling you just so. You can’t help the moan when his lips meet yours. You aren’t sure how long he had been gone this time around. Only that it was too long and you didn’t like it. Normally you could get missions completed between the times he comes and goes. This had been rough.

“Missed your old man, did ya?”

You can’t help but snicker. “My old man?”

“Well I don’t belong to anyone else do I?” His lips trail up your neck, teasing at your ear. “I missed you too, kid.”

His hands release your hair, only to grip your face, thumbs running softly against your cheekbones. You’re doe eyed as you stare up at him. He hums as he stares back, so lovestruck it blindsides you.

“I love you.”

“Jiraiya,” The words make your heart stop. You never thought you’d hear them, and you’ve always been okay with that.

He doesn’t give you a moment to respond. “Let me show you.”

He stands, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he walks over to your shared bed. Your hands roam his body as he pulls off his own clothes. His tongue drags across your fluttering pulse, and when he sucks your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, your fingers splayed open on his broad shoulders, digging into the taut muscle that flexes as he draws you closer. Calloused hands pull at your shirt, the cool morning air drawing your nipples taunt.

His hands slide down your back, holding you close as he leans forward and lays you down on the sea of blankets. You’ve been together too long for you to be embarrassed by the whimper of a moan that escapes you when his teeth tug harder on your nipple before laving the ache with his tongue while his hand palms your other breast, playing mercilessly with the nipple until your back is arching off the mattress, eyes rolling back.

His hand falls away from your breast, and you nearly squeak in indignation until the feel of his calloused fingers slides between your thighs. Fingers dig into the stretchy material of your shorts, your own hands trailing down to free your body of the material. Jiraiya groans, watching you.

“I knew you weren’t wearing any panties.”

“Never do.”

You’ve never given it much thought, but if you had to imagine heaven, this would be it. A sunlit morning, tangled sheets, gentle words, rough hands. An endless loop of intimate moments, of vulnerable confessions, of whispered promises, of sex so intense your mind fractures and pieces itself back together. Your souls touch, they echo across countless lifetimes.

Jiraiya’s thumb teases your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that make your legs spasm every time the callous on the side of his thumb grazes the bud of nerves, lighting up every nerve ending in your body like a firework show.

You attempt to tug him closer, to shift your hips forward, to add more pressure, to silently ask him to go faster. Gods, please go faster. But he doesn't oblige. Rather, he pulls your hands off his body and locks them into an inescapable hold above your head, pinned against the pillows — a silent demand to not rush him, to let him take his time. A silent promise to make it worth your while.

When his thumb finds your clit again it's an even softer touch — a whisper rather than steady contact. And somehow, somehow that barely there touch, that torturously reserved brush of his thumb has your eyes flying wide and your back arching off the bed so intensely your breath lodges in your throat.

You tug, trying to get your wrists free, the demand to pull him closer nearly short-circuiting your brain, but his hold on them doesn't budge.

"Mmm, how do you want to come, pretty?" He hums against your skin, biting down on the hickey he's leaving on the swell of your breast before moving his attention to the other one. His thumb keeps a teasing pace on your clit, giving you more pressure and easing off just when the pressure in your lower belly begins to build.

Up, up, up and then gone.

So close, so so close, and then poof.

Gone.

His tongue drags across your nipple before he pulls back and blows a cool breath of air across the glistening nerves, sending a rush of goosebumps across your entire body.

His thumb adds a little more pressure, a little more friction, and you’re sure you might cry. You might actually cry. It feels so good.

Your entire body is tense, nearly about to hit that peak when he pulls his thumb away again.

Your head slams back against the bed, frustration flooding your veins. Your orgasm is trying to break free, to claw its way out of you. Like water receding from the shore before a tsunami, the air in your lungs is gone, the control over your shaking legs, your shaking arms, your shaking hands — towed away from you.

He sucks on your nipple hard enough to fling white dots over your vision like confetti, and even now, you can feel the haughty smile tugging at his lips as he pulls back to watch you writhe under him because he knows, he knows you're too far gone to answer him.

"Like this?" he slides a finger into you and you nearly shatter. Nearly, nearly, nearly. Please.

You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't respond. You shake your head and tug your wrists feebly. You want him. You want him.

He adds another finger and you moan so loud it echoes back to you.

He curses, pulls his fingers away, and as you nearly break into hysterics at the loss of contact, at the loss of the climax that was so close you could nearly taste the endorphins on your tongue, he releases your wrists and wraps your legs around his hips.

"No. No sweet girl, you're going to come with my cock buried deep in your pretty pussy." His words are a promise against your ear and finally, finally he thrusts into you as he murmurs against your lips. "Come on my cock, kid. Let me see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come on my cock. Let me know how much you really missed me."

It's instantaneous. The tsunami hits with the first thrust of his hips and your throat burns with the scream that rips through your room. It's nearly a sob — a sob of relief, a sob of ecstasy, a sob of pure pleasure.

Every nerve in your body is a live wire, lighting up with the kind of mind numbing sensation that pulls you down so deep you can't process anything other than the feel of the waves. Like you’re just under the surface of the ocean, being pulled along with each rise and crash of the tide.

And then you blink and see the brilliant sunlight coaxing you back toward the surface, back to the air, back to reality. And it's only when you break the surface and your lungs unfreeze, helplessly tasting your first breath of air since they froze in your chest, that you realize the sun has been shrouded by a passing storm cloud, and the light, that brilliant light that brought you back is still here, radiating from the man on top of you. His face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hips reaching a crescendo that sends another aftershock of pleasure flooding up your spine and he buries himself deep inside of you and stills, the heat of his climax pulsing inside of you, sliding down your thighs.

The room is silent other than your heavy breathing. Your fingers card through his hair, his lips grazing your collarbones. It’s only when your breathing steadies and your body completely relaxes that Jiraiya scoops you up and heads into the shower.

I love you. He whispers the words again and again as he washes you. Lips pressed against your skin as if he can force his love into you. Your heart soars. Tucked into bed, eyes droopy from exhaustion, Jiraiya hands over the photo. You can feel his gaze taking you in as you run your finger lightly over his laughing face, not even concerned about yourself. He presses a kiss against your temple, mouthing the words with a ghost of a smile.

“I love you too.”

And you don’t know where you’ll go from here. If your path will continue to entwine with his. You do know your heart will never belong to another. He’s opening himself up, learning, and he’s doing it all for you.

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fem reader meeting billies friends like Zoe and Odessa?😘

New faces

The soft glow of string lights filled the living room as you arrived at Billie’s house. The familiar scent of incense and the sound of muted laughter floated through the air, creating an atmosphere that was both welcoming and intimate. You felt a mix of excitement and apprehension; meeting Billie’s friends felt like a significant step in your relationship.

Billie greeted you at the door with a warm smile, her enthusiasm palpable. “I’m so glad you’re here! Zoe and Odessa are already inside. They’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

As you stepped into the room, your eyes fell on Zoe and Odessa. Zoe had a magnetic presence, her quick wit evident as she animatedly discussed a recent project she was working on. Odessa, on the other hand, exuded a calming energy, listening intently with a soft smile that made you feel at ease.

“Hey, you must be the girlfriend Billie can’t stop talking about!” Zoe exclaimed, her voice brightening the room. She approached you, extending her hand with a friendly smile that soon turned into a warm hug. “It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” you replied, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease as Odessa stepped forward.

“It’s so nice to see Billie with someone who makes her smile like that,” Odessa said, her gaze shifting between you and Billie. “We’ve been hearing about you for a while now.”

You smiled back, feeling the genuine warmth in her words. “I’ve heard so much about you both too. It’s nice to finally connect.”

The conversation flowed easily as you settled into a cozy spot on the couch. Zoe’s humor brought laughter, while Odessa’s thoughtful insights created a deeper connection. They asked you questions about your life, your passions, and what drew you to Billie. You found yourself sharing stories that felt personal yet safe, the kind that invited understanding and connection.

“I appreciate how open you are,” Odessa said, her tone sincere. “It’s not always easy to share that side of ourselves, especially in new friendships.”

“Yeah, it’s refreshing,” Zoe added, leaning back and crossing her arms. “We want you to feel comfortable here. Billie cares a lot about you.”

As the evening unfolded, the four of you bonded over music, art, and shared experiences. Billie listened closely, her eyes lighting up with pride as she watched you connect with her friends. There were moments of vulnerability too—talks about struggles and triumphs, and the importance of finding a support system in each other.

At one point, you caught Billie’s gaze across the room, and she gave you a soft smile that filled you with warmth. It felt like you were becoming a part of her world, and the thought brought a smile to your face.

As the night came to a close, Zoe and Odessa exchanged numbers with you, their genuine excitement about forming a friendship evident in their expressions. “We should definitely hang out more,” Zoe suggested, her energy infectious.

“Absolutely,” you agreed, feeling a sense of belonging that you hadn’t anticipated.

As you left the gathering, Billie wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “You were amazing tonight. I’m so glad they liked you.”

You smiled, feeling grateful for the connections that had blossomed. “I felt like I could be myself.”

“Exactly. That’s what matters,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you walked into the night, ready to explore this new chapter together.

[awkward-walking-potato]

gambit x gn!vampire reader that’s 500 years old? I like to think Remy would want to get to know some past history that the reader had experienced?? Or maybe just getting to know more about the readers mutation day by day??

An eternity

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the grounds of the X-Mansion. Inside, the common room was bathed in a soft, warm light, the ambiance perfect for an evening of quiet conversation. You, a 500-year-old vampire, had been a part of the mansion for a while now, your presence adding an air of timeless grace and mystery.

Remy LeBeau, ever curious and eager to understand the people around him, had taken a particular interest in you. He found your age and experiences fascinating, and though he was charmingly laid-back, he was also genuinely intrigued by your long life and the stories you might have to share.

One evening, as you both sat in the common room, Remy settled into a comfortable armchair across from you. He had a playful glint in his eye, a sign that he was about to delve into a topic that piqued his interest.

“So, chérie,” he began, leaning forward with a casual, yet sincere curiosity, “I’ve been thinkin’. You’ve had a whole lotta years to collect some pretty interestin’ stories. Care to share any of ’em?”

You raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at your lips. “And what makes you so eager to hear about my past, Remy?”

Remy’s grin widened, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and genuine interest. “Well, you’re a bit of a mystery, y’know? Five centuries worth of experiences, and I’d love to know what makes you tick. What kind of history do you carry with you?”

You considered his request for a moment, touched by his genuine curiosity. It was rare to find someone so genuinely interested in your past, and it made you feel valued in a way you hadn’t expected.

“Alright,” you said, leaning back in your seat, “I suppose I could share a few stories. What would you like to know?”

Remy leaned in, his attention fully on you. “I’m curious about the times you’ve lived through. What was it like during the different eras? What kind of adventures have you had?”

You began to recount tales from your extensive history, starting with the early days of your life, when you first became a vampire. You spoke of the grand cities you’d seen rise and fall, the significant events you’d witnessed, and the remarkable individuals you’d encountered. Your stories ranged from the beauty of Renaissance art to the tumultuous periods of war and revolution.

Remy listened intently, his eyes never leaving your face. He was captivated by the way you spoke of the past with a mix of nostalgia and insight. “That’s incredible,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “You’ve seen so much and been a part of so many different worlds. It’s like you’ve got a front-row seat to history.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm. “It’s been quite the journey. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago, and sometimes it feels like just yesterday.”

Remy’s gaze softened as he took in your words. “I can’t even imagine what it must be like to have lived through all that. But I’m glad you’re here now, and I’m glad you’re willin’ to share a bit of that with me.”

You felt a sense of connection and appreciation as you continued to share your experiences. Remy’s interest in your past was not just about satisfying his curiosity; it was a genuine attempt to understand you better, to see beyond the surface and appreciate the depth of your character.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself feeling more at ease with Remy’s presence. His genuine fascination with your past made you feel like your experiences were valued and cherished.

When you finally concluded your stories, Remy leaned back with a contented sigh. “You’ve got an amazing life story, chérie. And I’m glad I got to hear it. Thanks for trustin’ me enough to share.”

You looked at him, touched by his sincerity. “Thank you for listening, Remy. It means a lot to me.”

Remy reached out and gently took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Anytime, ma belle. I’m always here if you want to share more. You’ve got a lifetime of stories, and I’d be honored to hear ’em all.”

As the night continued, you felt a newfound sense of closeness with Remy. His genuine interest and respect for your past had strengthened the bond between you, making you feel seen and valued in a way that was both comforting and profound.

[deadgxrlsuperstar]

- The eyes don't lie - Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

tags/warnings: SFW, mutal pining, obliviousness, salacious references, swearing, multiple perspectives, fluff.

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Y/Ns perspective:

"For fucks sake Mina I wasn't eye fucking him" you groaned, playfully throwing one of Mina's pillows at her, in response to your way to nosey bestie. Mina only slyly chuckled in response to your defensiveness. "I WASN'T!!" your outburst only warranted Mina to erupt into an uncontrollable laughter "girl please- you totally were" glaring at your immature and slightly perverted best friend you thought...is that what it looked like...is it that obvious...fuck does he think im a creep?!

Katsuki's perspective:

"Hey there, man!" Kiri gleamed at Bakugou "you were amazing as usual in training today, you gotta show me how to do that move that took down Denki" Bakugou looked at Kiri with his signature scowl and huffed "yeh yeh"...There was an awkward silence between the two young men as they moved about the kitchen alone. " Dude, did you see how Y/N was looking at you?" Bakugou's ears perked up at Kiris comment "how was she looking at me?" gruffly replied Bakugou, acting disinterested."She was definitely checking you out. Her eyes didn't leave you once during the spar with Iida... I would know I was sitting next to her, it was like she was in a trance" Bakugou was internally flooded with butterflies, however logically he had doubts about his friends interpretation..Kiri was way too optimistic sometimes.

Neutral perceptive:

The next day, you and Bakugou exchanged an awkward amount of eyecontact, as per usual. Everyone in the class could tell you were both pining for each other, and they all desperately wanted you both to grow up and talk to each other!! mostly so they won't have to witness such obliviousness and stupidity from two of the top performing students, but at least it reminded them that you were both still human.

When you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, alone in the classroom during the lunch break, Kiri and Bakugou walked in, immediately stopping their conversation as soon as they noticed you. " Dude," Kiri said quietly. "This is your chance." Swiftly, Kiri left the classroom, leaving only you and Bakugou in the room. Being cautious, Bakugou approached you to sit down on the chair opposite your desk.

Y/Ns perspective:

"Hey bakugou? you alright?" you questioned, putting your phone down. silence... just a painful fucking silence..he didn't respond...he just looked at you like your presence offended him.

Feeling nervous at his intense eyes, you subconsciously leaned back and looked around, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Bakugou leaned forward and rested his crossed arms on your desk. "I think you're pretty" Bakugou blurted out.

Your body stiffened, and you looked at him with skepticism. "huh?" you questioned, but honestly it sounded more mocking than confusion.

Katsuki's perspective:

All of Bakugou's internal alarm bells were ringing, what the fuck did she me "HUH?!" did I sound creepy, was I too forward, does she think im gross???!?!?!

Clearing my throat "I said I think you're pretty". ....Pause...."and I want to take you on a date...if you would let me?". Y/Ns face was so difficult to read, curse that resting bitch face she does so well.

She mirrored me and leaned forward "where?" Y/N smirked.

Damn I haven't thought that far ahead.

"uhhhhhh- honestly I didn't think I would get this far" i sighed looking up into her eyes slowly she was snickering. "well that's unexpected for you...the confidant and brutal Bakugou Katsuki, Lord Explosion Murder Dynamight expected me to reject him?" she was definitely teasing me.

I raised an eyebrow "Is that a yes?"

"Yes that is a yes..." i smiled softly

neutral perspective:

The confession was awkward however Bakugou felt a wave of relief at Y/Ns response and grinned playfully "Good, I'm glad" he chuckled.

a couple minutes of small talk went by

"Do you want to walk with me to the vending machine downstairs?" Y/N asked, getting her burgundy coin purse from her bag.

Bakugou immediately stood up a little too eager to accompany Y/N, on the inside he was absolutely ecstatic that she agreed to go out with him, like a child opening presents on Christmas day kind of excited.

"can I...?" Bakugou gestured wrapping his hand around her waist, silently Y/N gently grabbed his arm and wrapped it around herself and blushed at the contact.

The two of you walked while discussing various dates and events you could go to and laughed about how the two of you were so oblivious reagarding the mutual pining.

Little did you both know that Mina and Denki were hiding under Aizawa Senseis desk listening to the whole confession.

[yujo-nishimura]

Red Hair or Red Nose? - Part 4

You guys are all amazing; thank you for reading and therefore motivating me to continue writing. This all starts off very slow, but I enjoy the tension between the characters and the slow development of this triangle... Part 5 coming tomorrow!

Feeling overwhelmed by the dominating presence of both Shanks and Buggy and their brainless masculinity, you instinctively attempt to break free from their grasp. Sensing your resistance, Shanks swiftly releases his hold on you, recognizing your denial. However, Buggy, less attuned to your boundaries, continues to hold onto your face, his grip remaining firm.

“You are both quite annoying. Nothing has changed. Me leaving the ship had no impact on both of you!”, you assert, directing your words squarely at Buggy while a laugh escapes your lips.

Shanks joins in with laughter, and as the sound fills the air, a moment of realization dawns upon Buggy. For a moment his clown face is frozen in shock. The signs of recognition and understanding become evident.

“Y/N!” he exclaims, immediately letting go of your face, detaching his body parts in surprise again. Shanks continues to laugh uncontrollably, clutching onto his glass and ordering three more drinks from the perplexed bartender, not following the communication at all. 

“Y/N! It is really you! Oh my god, why didn't you tell me, Shanks, you bastard?”

“How could you not realize, Buggy?” 

"But Y/N... you've grown so much!" Buggy exclaims, his gaze lingering on your chest, causing you to blush in embarrassment. Reacting swiftly to his inappropriate comment, you slap him across the face, much to Shanks' amusement, enjoying himself to the fullest.

"Just because I am a woman doesn't make me any less of a strong pirate captain compared to the two of you!" you exclaim, your words laced with determination and a hint of frustration. Memories of the past resurface, reminding you of the gender-based assignments you were often given aboard Gold D. Roger's ship, where cleaning and cooking tasks were expected of you. However, you refuse to let men judge your strength and power based on your appearance. You have a loyal crew, you've made it to the Grand Line, and your gender will not hinder you from competing with these renowned captains seated beside you. Especially if one of them was just a pervy clown!

Shanks, who finally has stopped laughing and already consumed a considerable amount of  Whiskey in a short span of time, speaks now in his usual calm manner: 

 “I am so glad to see you again, Y/N. And you appear like you have made remarkable progress.. I never doubted your potential, but I couldn't help but worry about you, venturing out there all on your own.”

"I have a crew," you retort firmly, your voice brimming with conviction. "We are a team of five at this point!"

Now it is Buggy who erupts into laughter at your response, his amusement echoing in the air. 

"Five people?" That's even fewer than that damned Straw Hat crew! How on earth are you still alive, sweetheart?" he jeers, his words stinging deep within you, striking a chord of defeat.

Yes, it was true that not many were willing to follow a female captain, and five may not have been a large number. But you had just embarked on your journey, and you were grateful for the loyal men who stood by your side.

The effects of the alcohol, combined with the emotional sting of Buggy's comment, overwhelmed you. Without uttering another word, you rose from your seat, determined to put an end to their childish behavior. You are fed up.  You've moved on from the past, and it's time they understood that.

As you turn towards the door, a sudden touch on your wrist startles you. Buggy's detached hand firmly grasps your wrist, refusing to let you go.

"I am sorry..." Buggy's apology sounds strained, his voice carrying a scratch of regret. 

As you turn around, you witness Shanks holding his sword, pointing it directly at Buggy. Shanks, ever the voice of reason, has stepped in to maintain control over Buggy's volatile temper. He does not want you to leave. 

“He is sorry. And so am I. Have one more drink with us and tell us about your adventures, Y/N!”

With a sigh, you come around and slowly return to your seat. The calm and rational demeanor of Shanks has once again persuaded you to reconsider your decision to leave. 

As the evening progresses into the late hours, the effects of the alcohol intensify, and the atmosphere grows increasingly noisy and lively. The three of you become intoxicated, with Shanks proving to be the most resilient drinker among the group. The pub is filled with laughter and animated storytelling. In this state, the barriers between you begin to dissolve, allowing the bonds of the friendship you shared since childhood to be rekindled.

As the clock approaches 3 am, the three of you finally stumble out of the pub. The tired barkeeper, happy about all the money you spent on his place, but exhausted by your laughter and singing, kicks you finally out. 

In a state of lightheartedness, Shanks, Buggy and you begin to sing sea shanties, filling the air with cheerful and drunken melodies as you make your way back to the harbor. To maintain balance and out of affection, you hold onto each other tightly, ensuring that no one stumbles. You feel wonderful. You had missed these two men in your life and you realize this now in your drunken state more than ever. Why did you leave them in the first place? The love and affection you feel for them seems endless at this moment, you remember you have always felt for them like this but now it mixes with a feeling of excitement since these two strong handsome men are holding you in their midst. What a bliss!

Shanks, making sure to walk slowly, holding you tightly and steadily, his shoulder gently pressing against yours. 

Meanwhile, Buggy's hands rest around your hips, his touch radiating heat and conveying a sense of intimacy and desire that contrasts with Shanks' more gentle demeanor. The combination of their touches leaves you feeling lightheaded, overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and excitement. 

"Hey guys, what if we kissed now?" you chuckle, your gaze shifting between Buggy and Shanks, attempting to decipher their reactions. You do not know, why you actually said that.

Buggy's expression morphs into surprise and his eyes widen, while Shanks, taken aback momentarily, raises an eyebrow with a curious glimmer in his eyes. The air around you becomes charged with an unexpected tension as you wait for their response.

To be continued..

[weskipooo]

GHOSTFACE X NON READER

TW gore, harsh language, suggested content

This is my first post i really hope you like it, my best friend grammer checked me and helped me go check out their work they are amazing! @shotoyami

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me- my mouth dry, my legs sore; everyone was dead on hook beside me- and Ghostface is actively hot on my tail in a desperate pursuit. I wipe the blood off my lips, from his previous stab, as I run. My back aches in pain, but not too much because of the adrenaline. “Please, I’m almost there!” I mumble to myself in desperation, slamming a pallet between myself and the bloody killer, stunning him good. “Fucking bitch,” he cursed through his teeth, leaving me feeling prideful. 

I ran and jumped through the hatch, a great, big smile on my face. My team pats my back, giving me praises, though I winced, my back still in pain from the stab wound. Sable noticed my wound, helping me sit down on a fallen log near our camp, “Here, let me patch you up.” I gave Sable a weak smile, relaxing around the familiar presence, sort of laughing for some form of easing my mental stress, “Thank you, I took a rough hit out there today.” She laughed and lifted my shirt while grabbing a medkit. “I’m glad you’re alright. It was tough today, and Ghostface wasn’t too happy about losing you.” I raised a brow, glancing up at the night sky. “What? …why would he be angry?” She gave a soft, pensive sigh, rubbing alcohol on my wound. The action causing me to both wince and let out a huff. “Sorry,” she mutters, though I quickly reassure her. “It’s alright- why so upset?” She focused on my back while speaking, “No one knows. All we witnessed is him storming out of the challenge cursing and throwing things all while saying your name.” A shiver ran up my spine, though that was most likely due to Sable beginning to stitch up my back. “You might want to steer clear of him,” she warns with a worried face. The thoughtfulness makes me smile a bit. “Thank you, Sable. I appreciate the concern.” 

I slowly pull my shirt back over the rest of my body, so as not to hurt or put pressure on my back. I then walk further into the woods, where my tent resides, with a tinier campfire and a change of clothes and food to the side. I sigh out of relief, changing my blood-stained shirt and pants; the cold wind brushing against my skin makes me shiver. Once I was done, I rubbed my hands above the fire- huffing hot air into my hands. A sudden snap catches my attention, causing me to avert my eyes, scanning over every single tree, bush, and even to the sky, but… nothing. I calmed my breathing, mentally reassuring myself that it was simply the wind, which would be a reasonable thing to expect. 

However, before I could scream, my body is suddenly slammed against a tree near my camp, causing me to cry out in agonizing pain- feeling my stitches open up again. A hand comes to my throat, squeezing and cutting my airflow short. There’s a dark laugh that cuts through the air, “I got you now…I’ve been looking everywhere for you after your little getaway. What’s wrong, hm?” My face goes pale as a ghost- my brain racks as I try to grasp if he’s angry or enjoying this sick situation. “Fuck you” I rasped out, gasping and clawing at his hand. He quickly moved me back and forth, slamming me against the tree again- which earns him another agonizing scream. “Looks like my stab did a number on you…aww, poor thing. You gonna cry?” I felt like I was being humiliated, even with no one around. My eyes started to tear up, though all it seemed to do was rile him up more, “Don’t look so sad, I wouldn’t dare lay another hand on you…at least, not in a way you wouldn’t like.” My face suddenly feels hot, though I kicked at him for some sort of attempt at freedom. “Squirming gets you nowhere, sweetheart. You really hurt my feelings by slamming that pallet in my face back during the challenge. Shame on you.” By now, I could feel my blood running down my back. “Looks like Sable will have to patch you up again.” My eyes widened–‘he was watching?’ I thought to myself, searching his body language for some sort of further clues. “I just came for an apology.” I glared at him despite wincing “I won’t apol-“ My back is slammed again, earning yet another, even more painful, cry. My body goes weak, my vision seeping black into my line of sight. “Apologizing is fun, isn’t it? Come on, apologize to me.” He taunts, though I could tell, without even seeing under his mask, the immense joy in his voice. “I’m sorry..” I wheeze out, still grasping for air. He finally relents his grip on my throat, my lungs sucking in air greedily, then he crouches in front of me. “Let’s not make the same mistake next time, yeah?” I nod my head desperately. “Good. I’ll leave you alone, so go back to Sable to get patched up again. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” He left, my mind foggy. How did I end up in this situation…

[lost-in-azalea-forest]

VASSAGOOOOOOOOOO YOU SPEAK AND I DELIVER

I tried to write Neuvillete's lines about you, I imagined it as him talking to the traveller :0 hope these are alright!

...

About Vassago I

"An actor from Snezhnaya, you say? Oh, it must be the one from the show that got crowded the other day. I had the opportunity to be part of the public and I must admit my opinion doesn't differ from what you've heard: they are very talented indeed. Thanks to them, I felt like I was witnessing the birth of both aggressive storms and calm lakes on stage. Theatre can be that powerful, huh...?"

About Vassago II

"I recently started receiving some extra help at my office. Are you surprised? I had never considered the idea of having someone around while I work, but Vassago's presence has been very helpful and soothing. I feel grateful I have them. Days seem to go faster thanks to their words, really. Perhaps I should get them a special glass to share water with them from now on."

About Vassago III

"Vassago is my partner, yes. I believe you are aware of how nice they are now that you have met them. It's... hard to describe all they make me feel, I don't think I've ever appreciated a person this much. For as long as I can, I will always try to be of comfort to them just like they have been like a sun to me. So bright, so warm. Hm, they are as beautiful as a rainbow that appears between drops of rain, and I've been meaning to tell them so since very long ago. I feel very lucky that we found each other here in Fountaine."

...

THANK U AGAIN FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE!!!!!!!🙏🙏 Asra's got a message for you too

"You really went and captured all our beauty in secret, huh? And of course you would do it perfectly. This is amazing, Vas, I would trust that artist in you with anything. If I could hug you right now, you bet you would have to beg for me to let you go. I will treasure your drawing in my heart, a drawing of one of my favourite days made by one of my favorite people ever. Sounds great to me. Come visit us soon and let's bake something the three of us. Or four, if Nadia happens to be free to also pass by;) Love ya<3"

broooo???? BROOOOO???? BROOOOO?!?!? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 game really needs those voicelines fr fr 🙏🙏🙏 oughhh;; you made my day with this one TT ily bro thank you so muchhhh

oughh this makes me so emotional ahhh TT bro thank you again so muchhh 🥺🥺💖💕💝 and you dont need to thank me so much for the art, im glad it could make both of you happy :>

[fizziewhizzel]

@somerandomdudelmao Oops my hand slipped-

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When Raph died the first time, he hadn’t expected to be brought back to life. But before he could take Karai’s hand and pass on, Mikey’s ninpo dragged him back into the mortal world. There, he’d lived the rest of his days as a robot built by Donnie. He didn’t mind if he could continue to help and protect his family.

But when Leo dropped the question, he knew that was it. Raph was never going to refuse it. The thought didn’t even cross his mind. Their generator was failing and the only other one left was the one in his chest. 

If the Resistance was to survive, then they needed it.

Even as Leo begged him to refuse, even as Mikey cried, even as Casey plead for him to not go through with it, he knew that his days on the mortal plane were over.

Ascension to the spirit realm was a lot easier this time. He could watch for a while as the engineers hooked the robot's body up with powerlines and distributors. He watched until he sensed a presence behind him. When he turned, his Gram Gram was standing there.

She offered him her hand. “Are you ready to go?”

Raph chuckled wistfully. “I’m a bit overdue, ain’t I?” He took her hand. The pair floated away from the scene, scattering into light particles. He could still sense her. “There is someone waiting for you, child.”

Donnie.

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Life as a spirit was quite… interesting. At least, according to Hamtato Donatello. He could watch over his brothers whenever he wanted. See, but never speak.

Yes, he had been trying to reach his brothers’ ninpo. However, something was messing with his connection. No matter how hard he focused or tried to manifest himself, it just wasn’t enough.

So when he witnessed the events surrounding Raph, he’d almost felt… relieved. He didn’t wish death upon any of his brothers, but to be able to see one of them again and actually touch him filled him with a sense of longing.

When Karai returned with his brother in tow, Donnie was already waiting. And he knew that Raph knew.

He and the snapper locked gazes. There was one beat of silence and then he felt Raph’s arms around him. And he was warm.

The genius cried. He cried his eyes out, sobbing against Raph’s shoulder. It had genuinely amazed him that spirits were able to cry, but here he was. Raph just hugged him tightly, even lifting him into the air.

After a moment that could’ve lasted years or just a heartbeat, he chuckled and patted Raph’s arm. “Okay, big guy. Can you put me down now?”

Raph stared at him, seemingly taking that in offense, but obliged. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Don. I promised Mikey that I would.”

Donnie looked Raph over. His brother looked so… normal. He’d returned to the Raph they all knew and loved before the incident and the consequent robot ordeal. It was almost as if the apocalypse never happened. Gone was the Raph-chasm, his worry lines having been reduced to a less intimidating size. He had his snaggle-toothed grin back and it was lighting up the entire realm.

Before the two could even calm down from the experience, a third spirit joined their side. And while Donnie had had time to adjust to this all, Raph certainly had not.

“Dad…?”

Splinter looked the same, but at the same time, he looked so much younger than Raph could ever remember him to be. Their father smiled at him and patted his leg. “Hello Red,” he said gently.

Raph kneeled and took his dad in a proper, tight, hug. He squeezed him happily. Luckily spirits couldn’t feel pain. Splinter laughed like he always did and hugged him back with his tiny rat arms. “I’m glad to see you again,” he said softly.

Raph was crying now too, an onslaught of emotions overwhelming him. For a while, he just listened to the soothing whispers of his father and focused on the gentle sensation of Donnie rubbing his shell.

It was safe to say that they didn’t let go for a while.

[clockwayswrites]

Forty-three Days, Seventeen Hours

Promnis Week 2023 Day 3: Streamer AU Part 1

Prompto was nervous. He’d been nervous for forty-three days and a handful of hours. Okay, forty-three days and seventeen hours. He knew the length he’d been nervous down to the hour. (He refused to give in to calculating it down to the minute.) The hour was easy to remember; the nerves had come barreling in and settled in his stomach right after one of his standard Tuesday streams. Even now, on the train to Insomnia, Prompto couldn’t believe that his ‘standard’ Tuesday streams now included Ignite’s very own Ignis Scientia.

It had all started off innocently enough. Prompto had doing a casual AMA one Saturday while playing ‘Satisfactory’, and it had gotten on the topic of Prompto’s favorite content creators to watch. He had a handful of other gamers that enjoyed and collabed with often. His audience knew about his photography work so the few art or tech channels he enjoyed weren’t a surprised. Then there was Ignite.

Prompto wasn’t a cook, he confessed as much, but had gone on about how encouraging Ignite was. Prompto loved the absolutely insane things that Ignis could create on his channel when he dedicated himself to his monthly masterpiece. Ignis exploring old, lost recipes and trying to recreate them in his other series was fascinating. But, Prompto admitted, some of his favorites were the weekly episodes where Ignis covered a basic topic and then walked his viewers through using it in a dish.

And maybe, maybe Prompto had gone on a bit long about how helpful he found those videos and how he loved that Ignis always approached it without judgment or impatience.

So someone, of course, had clipped it and suddenly Ignite was being tagged in it across social media and Prompto just wanted to die of embarrassment. One could practically see the hearts in his eyes as he talked about Ignis which, like, parasocial much? The dude didn’t usually show more than his hands (and those really, really nice vests) in the videos. And maybe Prompto was a little too fond of the times that Ignis rolled up the sleeves of his crisp button down and secured them with stays, but no one else needed to know that. He didn’t want to be a creep. Mostly he just loved the guy’s content.

A few days later, the clip of Prompto turning beat red when Ignis had actually shown up to see one of his streams had also been clipped. It was a meme for all of a week. Worst week ever.

But also the best week ever. It turned out that Ignis was just as polite and put together as in his videos— something Prompto found out when Ignis popped into this DMs after the stream to apologize for making a scene. Apparently, he had underestimated how much of an effect his presence would have. Prompto was quick to reassure him that it was all good; he was glad that Ignis stopped by.

Then they talked again next week.

And the next.

And then suddenly Iginis was joining Prompto for streams. It started with them playing ‘PlateUp!’ together (they failed, a lot) and moved to other cooking games and then into whatever interested them that week. Ignis wasn’t a gamer, he was up front about that, but the dude had amazing hand eye coordination and learned quickly. Really, it was just fun to play with him. His dry wit left Prompto in stitches and there was always something to fill dead air with. Prompto especially treasured the times when Ignis would linger after the stream ended and they would just talk.

It was a nice, easy rhythm until forty-three days ago. Then someone had asked when the two of them were going to collaborate the other way and have Prompto cook something. Prompto had laughed it off, saying no one wanted to see the mess he made of a kitchen, but after stream Ignis brought it up again.

“If you came here to film, I would keep you from making too much of a mess. It would be no trouble to look after you,” Ignis had said in that buttery smooth voice of his, as if that didn’t make Prompto’s heart skip a beat.

And before Prompto knew it they had a charity stream planned with the reward that Prompto would fly to Lucius and film a series of cooking videos with Ignis. Some would go up on Ignite, some they’d stream, and they even agreed to do a live AMA when they blew their original goal out of the water.

So forty-three days and seventeen hours (give or take some minutes) Ignis had casually suggested they meet, and Prompto’s nerves hadn’t calmed down since.

Prompto gripped the arms of his seat as the train’s breaks hissed under them. His grip had been incrementally tightening since the lights of Insomnia had first com into view. The city really did earn its name, he figured, with how it shown out of the dark.

After the first wave of people had hurried off the train, Prompto slung his backpack on, dragged his suitcase down from the overhead, and headed out onto the platform.

For a moment Prompto was struck by the rush of everything. Gralea was no small city, but Insomnia had a whole different feeling about it and Prompto felt caught up in the flow of the crowd. Before he knew it he was into the stations central hub and the creeping nerves were swiftly turning into panic.

“Prompto.” His name cut through the cacophony of the station.

Prompto spun and his eyes caught on a sign. His name written on it in crisp, black letters and it was held in a very, very familiar pair of hands. After a breath, Prompto managed his eyes up from the nimble fingers to the rest of Ignis, and immediately lost the ability to breath all over again.

Ignis was gorgeous.

Prompto really regretted not stopping by the bathroom first to try to get rid of the worst of the travel weariness that clung to him. He had to look like an absolute mess in comparison.

“I didn’t know that you wore glasses.”

Fuck if that little subtle smile of Ignis’ wasn’t going to do Prompto in.

“I um, yeah,” Prompto said, stumbling over his words. He forced himself to finally suck in a breath. “I mean, I wear contacts normally but I wanted to be able to catch some sleep on the trains and ferry and not have to worry about it.”

“You should wear them more, they suit you.”

Oh. Yeah, yep, Ignis was going to be the death of him.

Prompto ducked his head. He hoped wasn’t blushing as much as he feared he was blushing. “Um, thank you.”

“Of course. I was thinking that we would continue to my place first, so that we could drop off your things, before continuing on to find somewhere to eat? If you wouldn’t be opposed, I have some places that I would like to show you,” Ignis said. He reached out and took Prompto’s roller bag from him before he had any chance to protest.

“I, yes, anywhere you think is good,” Prompto said, working to keep up with Ignis’ long strides any the easy way that he navigated the busy station.

If he was honest with himself, Prompto had been wondering how much of the other’s easy elegance was just his on camera persona, but Ignis really did just move like that. It was a bit distracting to watch the other out of the corner of his eye.

Ignis flashed him a smile and Prompto found himself ducking his head again.

“It is lovely to finally be able to meet you in person, Prompto.”

“I think that’s my line,” Prompto said. “I still can’t believe I’m here. I’ve always wanted to come to Insomnia. And… it’s even better that I get to meet you.”

“Well,” Ignis said. Prompto could almost believe that the other was faintly blushing. “I hope that I can help make this trip everything you wanted and more.”

“It’s going to be great, I know it,” Prompto assured him. “Where are we going today?”

As they wove their way out of the station, Ignis explained the restaurant that Ignis had a reservation at. And then about cafe that he wanted to take Prompto to tomorrow— as well as some of the sights they would see along the way. More than a bit of it went over Prompto’s head, without the context and history to place some of the information, but he hardly cared when he could just listen to Ignis talk.

He was so far gone, he knew that, but he refused to make things awkward. He refused to make Ignis uncomfortable. He could behave.

He had to.

Confessing his crush wasn’t worth losing Ignis as a friend.

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AN: Aaah I wanted this all done and up on ao3 for today, but alas, I've been ill and haven't been able to handle screens well the last week or so. So have the first part! Hopefully it won't be too long before I can do the second part~

Done for @promnis-week!

[thedeathdeelers]

https://www.tumblr.com/xiaofengs/751645650747326464?source=share

Helloo! I just finished lovely runner like 2 days ago and the way it has grabbed me by the throat uffff

I just wanted to talk about this scene and the way he calls out for Sol (also how it's someone else but he thinks it's Sol eeeeeeekkkkkk!!!!) Just the pure devastation on his face, like look at his eyes man!!! I'm trying so hard not to start my rewatch right away 😭😭

(Also i just went through your blog and liked a bunch of stuff because I'm obsessed with the show and I need to cope 😂😅)

My friend was pushing me to watch it for a while but I just couldn't find the time to watch it. And I was a bit apprehensive at the first episode but then- but then, they showed how he liked her firsttttt!!!!!!! And then it just kept getting better and better!!! Sun jae was just such a cutie and an absolute loserrr (affectionate) and then threw in some good angst 🥹😭😭 it was just amazing!!

And then I decided, oh I need more, so i decided to look up the drama on here and see people (like you!!) writing such amazing commentary on the show that it's making me even more obsessed whew! 😆😅

This is getting long I'm sorry, but that salon drip youtube interview where the host is just squealing is literally me, they're super cute together, i hope they do more projects where they're the leads together!!! I need it!!!

Okay have a lovely day/evening! 😁

hi hello!! welcome to the “holy crap that was the best kdrama im going to be obsessed with this for a WHILE” club!

ugh yes that scene!!!! byeon woo-seok did such a good job at portraying so much just through his eyes!! it’s years and decades and timelines of memories just fully pouring in all at once — all the feelings he couldn’t explain and the weird scenes he kept seeing and the dreams!! all of them finally making sense! every puzzle piece falling into place

and then he gets hit with the emotions - falling for sol for the first time, witnessing the first timeline where he doesn’t save her on time, where she hates him and doesn’t want to live

to then jumping to the next timeline where she’s hugging him out of nowhere and knows his name- to falling for her even more and more. to more timelines and more precious moments with his sol; to confessing once twice three times and finally getting that reciprocated. it’s just-

he’s been living his entire life (4th timeline) walking this earth not realising this precious thing he’s been missing out on…even tho deep down he’s known. something was missing, was somehow longing for something but he just didn’t know what

and suddenly it all makes sense!! because of course it’s sol!!! ofc it’s her. she’s the reason. she’s what’s been missing

and he’s happy he’s remembering and devastated he ever forgot and lived 34 years without her without her memories or presence or existence. he’s so conflicted and everything is a mess but all he does know is he needs to go to her immediately. he needs to find her and hold her and never let her go.

no but honestly this show has grabbed me like no other show has in a looooong time- i know what you mean by the rewatch hahah! i tried to delay it as much as possible (i lied to myself) thinking it would feel more like watching it for the first time..but i caved so quickly

(also hahah i love that!! glad my slightly unhinged posts could help! 😂 it’s what they’re there for!)

yeah the first couple episodes are bit questionable when you don’t know what’s happening but as soon as they hit you with the end of ep2 plot twist…..you’re hooked. there’s no going back- and it’s so so worth it! so glad you kept going

please never apologise for coming into my inbox to talk about LR i’m here 24/7/365 for this

(sorry for the essay :$)

[cinnamonm00n]

Skate on the Melted Ice

Chuuya x (fem)reader

Chapter I <<< Chapter II >>> Chapter III

This Skater Mess Is a Game of Chess

Third person P. O. V

[Armed Skater Agency] 

"Aa-aah~"

"Dazai stop moaning and stretch properly we're behind schedule because of you!" Kunikida yelled, slapping Dazai's head with the back of his clipboard.

Dazai got up from his splits with a saddened face.

"No need to be soo cruel Kunikida-kuunn"

"Stop whining, you good-for-nothing! It's because of you that the rest are waiting!"

Their bickering continued like this even as both of them got onto the ice. 

"Kunikida-san, where is the president?" asked Yosano, interrupting thir shineningans.

This snapped the focus in Kunikida back to life, turning back to her with a serious expression.

"He won't be joining us today. I was asked to take over this time" he put his clipboard down on the edge of to rink. Thus freeing his hands.

He clapped them loudly to get the attention of the skaters, scattered around him across the rink.

"Alright everyone, come close!"

And so the group of skaters did, waiting for his further instructions. 

"Today we begin your improved programs with the usage of abilities. We'll go over the old ones and see where we can improve. Yosano-san you're up first."

Reader P. O. V

Yosano spins with a thick layer od elegance wrapping around her, so peaceful yet strong.

My eyes relax as I drink in her mysterious presence.

Then she pulled out a machete half her size.

The pupils of my eyes shot wide open.

She became treffying.

I couldn't stop looking at her. 

Between sharp jumps and swings with her ginormous knife, her peacfull grace came back near the end of her performance. When her final panting arabesque was revealed by glowing butterflies leaving her blood soaked clothes. 

"Wow... " withered out of me. 

She joins me near the edge, wipping sweat on her brow, as the rest applaud her.

I would have talked to her and expressed my amazement if didn' t have to shift my focus back on the ice and Ranpo's performance. 

He was among the most popular skaters... And one of the laziest, just like Dazai. 

His skating was sepping of sheer wit. Unexpected flickers of movement never failing to make audiences swoon. Ranpo never once slipped while skating, bringing good name to our Agency. 

It's like he didn't need an ability to make a great show. 

After Ranpo, Dazai and his charm were next.

I highlight charm, for it was that charm combined with his amazing talent and looks that got him heeps of fangirls. 

Sometimes we couldn't fight them off. 

I wonder what will they think of him now after they see him with with a blue whirlwind of light around him. 

Soon after Dazai's performance we saw Kunikida and his flawless timing to every beat.

It was my turn next.

My limbs slowly started to melt under high stakes I just saw. 

"I'm fucked" pumped through my thoughts as I got on the ice. 

My hot muscles hit the cold wind as I move. 

Spinning I get up, strings of concrete fibers of pain pulling me backwards. 

I struggle against them knowing it makes me look stiff. 

The fight persisted with every jump and axel up until my last move. Which I ended with a thud on the ground, out of breath. 

Blinking away the shame rising in my gut, I walk back to the edge where the rest stood quietly.

I'm met with Kunikida's hand waiting to give me several notes. 

"You need work Y/N... Lots of it"

If he had hit me with a bag of bricks it would have hurt less. 

Third person P. O. V

[The Port skaters] 

Loud bang of a body hitting the ice could be heard throughout the rink. 

A tired lot of aching muscles stretched out on the ground breathed with difficulty. 

"Glad to see you practicing without me Chuuya-kun~"

Chuuya hurriedly got up. White dots sparking in his vision.

"Apologies for not waiting, Boss" 

Mori giggled off the name "Boss" his skaters used as a joke. 

"It's fine, but I am obliged to warn you that you'll need to save some of that energy for the future... "

"Huh?!" 

"Your program is full of moments that require ballet level strength, hence that's why I'm entrusting you to Kyouyu-san."

The famous ballerina walked out of the shadows. 

"Good to see you again, lad" 

Chuuya bowed "Good to see you again too, big sis... "

Mori spoke again "Chuuya you have already come from Kyoyou-san's ballet school, so I'm sure you are well aware of how things shall progress further... But this time for the sake of the competition you will have to go through it again... Only this time it will be 10 times more rigorous. "

Behinde Chuuya's strong nod was hidden a scared shiver of remembrance of how strict that program was in the past. 

Mori's willingness to train Chuuya... Pushing him to the limits...

All of this pushed a single thought into Chuuya's consciousness.

He really was an important pawn in this game of chess Mori was unfolding. 

[pedropascalsx]

Happy birthday week, @radiowallet!

Posting this early because quite frankly one day isn’t long enough to celebrate the wonder that is you.

I just wanted to take a few moments to wish you a very Happy Birthday for the 17th and thank you for being such a beacon of light in this fandom.

You give out love and support to so many so freely, and expect nothing in return and we are so lucky to have someone with a heart of kind as yours here with us.

On top of your genuine kindness you have the most phenomenal writing talent and you bless us with so many of your stories and I know that so many, myself included, are so grateful to have discovered you and your brilliant mind through your writing.

Thank you so much for everything you do, thank you so much for being here and most of all; thank you for being you.

And now I just want to take a second to share all of your wonderful work.

@radiowallet | @catepagewrites​ | Masterlist | AO3

We love you so much and a few of your friends have kindly sent in some messages to wish you the happiest of birthdays which I have posted underneath this cut.

Most darling Cat,

Your birthday merits celebrations of the highest order, so I hope you take some time this week to honor the wonderful person that you are. Your incredible talents, your brilliant wit, and your observant insights are just a few of the things I’ve come to appreciate about you so, so much. Most of all, I’m so happy to have your friendship. Whether it’s talking ourselves through long, thankless days at work, worldbuilding within our DMs, or sending each other silly TikToks, my days are infinitely better with you in them. Here’s to another trip around the sun—let’s make it a good one!

Happy Birthday!

All my love,

Jess - @jazzelsaur

"Happy birthday to the best Cat of ''em all, you're the greatest friend a clown can ask for, and I hope you have the best day, month and year because nobody deserves it more.  Love CiCi"

CiCi - @astroboots

cat ❤️

happiest of birthdays to you. you truly are one of the brightest lights in my life. thank you for your support and love and kindness and of course your willingness to whore around whenever. I love you

❤️

Kirby - @write-and-buried

“Dearest Cat, Thank you for always being such a warm and supportive presence! You are truly such a bright spot and I am so happy that you were born. Wishing you a year of wonderful things ahead. Happy birthday!! Love, Ren”

Ren - @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Happy birthday, Cat! I am so endlessly proud of you and your talent. Have a lovely day 💚💚💚

Maia - @honestly-shite

Happiest of birthdays, Cat! Your writing has meant a great deal to so many people, myself included. PWC was one of the first stories I really got into when I joined the fandom. It is so inspiring to see someone so dedicated to storytelling and writing characters who are beautifully flawed. I hope that you have a relaxing celebration surrounded by those you love, and know that all of your internet friends wish they could be there as well!

Laura - @lowlights

“Happiest of happy birthdays to one of the most talented writers I’ve gotten the chance to know. Every story, new and old, speaks so clearly to me, and each time I get to dive in I know I’m in for a treat. Thank you for sharing your immense talent and for being a kind, thoughtful person in our fandom! Enjoy your day!”

LJ - @prolix-yuy

Happy birthday to my Catigail! You are not only incredibly talented but a sweet friend and support! I am so glad our paths crossed in this wild fandom! 💚hazel

Hazel - @grogusmom

Happy birthday, Cat! I love you and I love your kind and brilliant mind. Love Penny.

Penny - @whataperfectwasteoftime

“Cat my love, my pumpkin wife!! Your friendship means the literal world to me and I’m so so happy to be one of many people wishing you the very happiest of birthdays. You are an incredible writer and an amazing friend, and I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you very much!! I hope you have the best day!”

Emma - @magpie-to-the-morning

Happy Happy Birthday, Cat!

I've loved following you on your writing journey. You're so talented and I look forward to reading more of your work in 2023. XOXO Charnie

Charnie - @charnelhouse

"Happy birthday Cat! I don’t say this enough but you’re one of the kindest, most talented people I know and you inspire me daily. I’m so happy that we’ve met and I hope you have the best birthday ever! ❤️🍾"

Sil - @psychedelic-ink

Happy Birthday Cat!!! You’re one of my most favorite people here and I feel so honored to be able to call you a friend. You’ve always been immensely supportive and kind towards everyone, and seeing you on my dash every day truly is so lovely. On top of being one of the kindest people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, you are undoubtedly one of those most creative and talented as well. Reading your fics is always a pleasure and a masterclass in writing all in one. Thank you so much for sharing your works and your presence with us all. I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Miranda - @pennyserenade

Tell her a secret admirer in Austin loooooooooves Funny Girl! 💖💜💖

"Happiest of birthdays to you, Cat! I hope it comes with all the love, all the fun, all the joy that you bring to my life and to the many many people here on Tumblr that love you just like I do. You're an incredible friend, a huge inspiration, and if I could I would hire Pedro to hide in cake for you!"

Kelly - @chaoticgeminate

Cat,

I hope you have the most wonderful birthday! I have to tell you that you are amazing. A wonderfully talented addition to our little fandom and it makes me grin every time I see your posts roll across my dash. ❤️❤️❤️

Keri - @absurdthirst

If Cat were a cat she’d be my kind of cat, bright and purring and playful, a nice kind of cat. She’d wake me in the morning with a pat of her paw and sleep in the sunshine along the north wall. But Cat’s not a cat, she’s a wonderful pal, sweet and supportive, full of talent et al. Sometimes she’s sad, and of course that’s okay, we all have our feelings and our very bad days. But mostly she writes like her heart is on fire, tales of heroes and lovers and things poorly wired. I get lost in her moments and wander her tales, I often feel that next to her my writing pales. But how can one hold one art next to another? Cat is unique—writer, author, and mother. The way that her stories can stir up the feels, I make her my queen, to this Cat I kneel. Please all raise a glass to our Cat, birthday queen! The loveliest, kindest, most amusing and brilliant, balanced and giving Cat I’ve ever seen. <3

Adira - @oonajaeadira​ 

Happiest of birthdays Cat! If you asked me, you have no business being so sweet, so kind and so talented all at once. I hope you have the most amazing day and a wonderful Christmas ❤️

Cee - @fuckyeahdindjarin​ 

"Dear wonderful Cat, thankyou for being such a lovely pal and an a+ human. Lots of love, Kitty xx"

Kitty - @yespolkadotkitty​

Cat!! I hope you have the very best of birthdays! Seeing you on my dash never fails to put a smile on my face, and it has been a true honor to watch your writing grow and flourish over the last year and a half that I’ve been following you. Thank you for sharing your work with us, and thank you for being the wonderful person you are💗

Ash - @mandoblowmybackout​

[twstinginthewind]

Well Howdy Nette! Don’t mind me dropping in for some good ol’ fashioned interactions!

I was wondering what Joker and Lorne think of their dormmates Molly and Marina!

Also finding it funny that Aimée and Hiro is Aphrodite and Kermit, reminds me of Jessica Rabbit and Rodger rabbit

Hello hello! I'm happy to meet your Peter Pan cast-inspired cutiepies; they're both adorable.

Joker's glad to have Molly around; she seems like she'd be a stabilizing presence within the occasional chaos of Heartslabyul. She probably also asks her to come hang out with the knitting and crochet club ("Needlepoint totally counts, you know! We're not gonna be snooty about fiber arts distinctions."), and since they're both partial to wearing bows, they may end up exchanging ribbons sometimes just to have a little extra variety. I could see Molly's know-it-all moments getting a little under Jo's skin (Riddle does sometimes too, for the same reasons) but overall, I think that they'd get along quite well.

Now Lorne, that poor wet himbo of a man, he won't know what to do with Marina. I have a feeling they end up working together at Mostro an awful lot, as entertainment. I can see them having amazing stage chemistry together, and that their voices would work beautifully against each other. But Lorne is not a clever man. He'd be no match for Marina's wit, and he might end up being taken advantage of because of that. Sorry, Marina, he's a dumbass, but at least he's pretty and plays piano well.

~~I picked Aimée partially for the club they had in common and partially because the visual contrast between her and Hiro was so striking!! If I were to assign her a Muppet, she would absolutely match up to the glamour and beauty of a certain Miss Piggy, wouldn't you say?~~

[shxdowvoixes]

Fan Meet (Yechan)

The atmosphere at the Xikers meet and greet was electric, with fans eagerly waiting for their chance to meet the members. Among them was me, excited and a bit nervous to come face-to-face with the charismatic Yechan.

As I approached Yechan for the meet and greet, his warm smile and genuine greeting instantly put me at ease. "Annyeong, it's great to meet you," he said, his eyes sparking a connection that felt surprisingly personal.

"Hi, Yechan! I'm Y/N. I'm a huge fan! Your performances are always amazing."

His eyes sparkled with wonder. "Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy our performances."

Is he holding a conversation with me? I'm going to scream! "Well, I couldn't miss the chance to meet Xikers in person. Your music has been such a big part of my life." 

With a growing smile he met my eyes. "That means a lot. I'm really grateful for fans like you. Do you have a favorite song or performance?"

I felt myself light up "Oh, it's hard to choose, but 'Tricky House' is definitely one of my favorites. The choreography is incredible!"

"I'm glad you like it! The choreography for 'Tricky' was challenging, but we enjoyed every moment of it."

I felt myself fangirling. "I LOVE your choreography in your parts, I've always been curious about your creative process. How do you come up with ideas for your songs?"

"We often draw inspiration from personal experiences and emotions. We also collaborate a lot within the group to bring different perspectives to the table." 

"It really adds depth to your music! Oh! I have to ask, your stage presence is incredible. How do you stay so confident on stage?"

There was a chuckle that escaped his lips. "Thank you! Confidence comes with practice, I think. We spend a lot of time rehearsing and working on our performances to make sure we give our best to the fans. It's also the energy we get from our supporters that keeps us going."

If my love could grow any more for him, it did. "Your hard work definitely shows. Meeting you is a dream come true, Yechan." I beamed up at him.

He gave me a huge hug. "I'm honored to hear that Y/N. It's fans like you who make all of this so special for us. Thanks for coming today, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the meet and greet!"

"Thank you, Yechan! It's been amazing talking to you. You have no idea how much I'll treasure this moment."

Throughout the event, Yechan and I had shared a few laughs and engaged in a genuine conversation. Little did I know that the other members couldn't help but notice. Sumin exchanged a knowing look with Minjae, and the atmosphere within the group seemed to ripple with unspoken intrigue.

As the meet and greet concluded, I couldn't shake the feeling that our interaction had created a ripple effect among Xikers. The members, initially focused on the fans, now found themselves playfully speculating about the connection they had witnessed.

Little did I know that this chance encounter would become a memorable story within Xikers, adding an unexpected twist to their journey in the world of K-pop. The genuine connection forged during the meet and greet became a topic of discussion and curiosity among the members, leaving an indelible mark on that memorable day.

*****************************

After everyone had gone from the meet and greet, the energy in the room had shifted, and the subtle connection between Yechan and Y/N didn't go unnoticed by the observant duo. They decided to approach Yechan, their expressions a mix of playful teasing and genuine interest.

Minjae smirked, "Well, well, Yechan, looks like you had quite the connection with Y/N there during the meet and greet."

Yechan lit up."Yeah, Y/N is really nice. It was a great conversation."

Sumin wanted to keep teasing. "Nice, huh? I saw more than just 'nice.' There was a spark! What's going on, Yechan?"

Cute giggles escaped Yechan's lips, "You guys are reading too much into it. Y/N is just a fan who appreciates our music."

Minjae raised his eyebrow, "Come on, Yechan. We've been through enough fan meets to recognize when something more is happening. Looks like someone is making a new friend. We approve!"

Sumin asked if he thought Yechan would ever see Y/N again.

Honestly who knew if they would ever cross paths again. There was hope, and that was gonna have to be good enough for now.

As the trio shared a laugh and continued discussing the events of the meet and greet, Yechan couldn't help but appreciate the playful support from his fellow Xikers members. Little did they know, the unfolding connection with Y/N was about to add a new chapter to their journey as a group.

**A/N: Check Out "Tricky Boi's (Xikers)" on Wattpad if ya'll want more drabbles

[dyingstarsinyoursky]

Stray Kids London Hyde Park

So I saw Stray Kids at Hyde Park yesterday and it was fucking amazing!

The energy was through the roof! Those boys really know how to put on a show. Their stage presence is insane! The way they give everything and make the crowd give just as much!

I saw them last year at Lollapalooza Paris, they remain the artist that has made me the most hype at a concert.

Like last year at Paris, and because I am 4'10'' (147cm), I couldn't see the stage at all. So I watched the concert via the screens, which this time they were really big, which was great (and I was closer to the stage/screens this time).

But the concert was so much fun, that it doesn't even matter that much that I couldn't see them. Sure I would have loved to be closer and actually see them, but it was still so fucking great!!!

Last year their concert literally healed me. It healed my soul. I had been feeling down for a couple of months. Like it was the saddest I've been in YEARS. But that concert injected so much positive energy into me, that it expelled the bad energy somehow. After that concert I was back to feeling like myself again. It actually banished the shadows that had been chasing me.

Like... Lollapalooza was so special to me for that fact. It holds such a special place in my heart ❤

Yesterday's concert will also hold special place in my heart, but for different reasons haha

Main reason being Felix using a hand held mic hahaha

Like in Paris he used a head mic. Sometimes he would adjust it and I could hear him more clearly, but unfortunately some other times it was not so clear.

This year though, he upgraded to hand mic and I am SO GLAD. It picks up his voice so much better, and I could hear him so clearly basically all the time! Hand held mics do his voice much better justice! I was so happy about it!

All boys were amazing, but to me (and I know this is biased because he is, you know, my bias) Felix takes the MVP award from last night. He was a freaking BEAST yesterday. He was growling left and right. It was glorious (though I was slightly worried for his throat). He was SO HYPE! At the end when he was yelling for "ONE MORE SONG", even the other boys were telling him to calm down and asking if he was okay hahaha I'm sure his blood turned into 100% adrenaline

It was so glorious, and I am so glad I witnessed it.

Like Lollapalooza the setlist was amazing and really targeted to just keep everyone hyped!

They did ITEM again, and I am so happy because it is one of my fav B-sides! That song goes so hard and I am all over it. They ATE. (I have a video from the last lines of ITEM where IN has a single strand of hair standing up due to wind, and it's so endearing)

I did Backdoor this time, which they did not do last year 🥺 I was so happy. That song is such a vibe!

God's Menu is always a fucking riot! People always yell along the "Cooking like a chef I'm a 5 star michelin" line hahaha it's great. And the crowd going wild with the DU-DU-DU-DU-DU-DU-DU's chef's kiss

They did Maniac of course (that's song that made me a Stay!). It's so good with a live band! But from Oddinary, last year they opened with Venom and this year they did Freeze as the second song (they opened with S-class this year). It was amazing. I have a video of Freeze and the highlight is Hyunjin's face expressions. He really is a performer. Oh and Felix's part. That was insane too! I am more partial to Venom as a song, but I am so glad I got see Freeze this time! It was fucking great!

AND CHARMER!! THEY DID CHARMER!!! Of course the crowd went wild when the abs trio (Bang Chan, Felix, IN) showed their abs. Charmer is such a good performance. This is a song I really wished I was close to the stage, so I could witness Lee Know dancing to it with my own two eyes!

Thunderous is one of my fav songs ever, so I will always be so hype during it! SURIKKUN! Hyunjin's iconic "NE SONNIM!", the crowd was so hyped saying that with him that I actually couldn't even hear him say it hahaha

Domino is also fucking insane. I don't think they did Domino last year (not 100% sure). They did Cheese last year for sure (and not yesterday). Cheese is in my top5 B-sides, but Domino is bigger beast live. DAAAAMN they went hard. When they were all headbanging, that was insane. And then the dance break!

LALALALA was new for me as well (it wasn't out last year). It is such a good song live. And excuse to just yell "LALALALA". A song made to be performed! And an excuse for people to yell "oh SHIT" duing Felix's bridge lmao. I also got a video of Han running to the main stage right before the last chorus hits, and I find it so cute! Idk it's just so endearing.

Super Bowl went hard as expected. Felix growling "finger licking yeah we cooking up a super bowl" 👌

Topline is always a fucking beast, because the crowd will always without a doubt yell "CAUSE WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK" and it's glorious. Happened in Paris, happened yesterday. It's such a highlight! I am 100% sure SKZ loved having the crowd yell that back at them, because they played that second a time during the encore LMAO

My Pace is also an insane song live. I was not expecting it last year and I was pleasantly surprised to get it. They did it again this year. It's basically a song made for jumping with the "NANANANANA". Pure energy boost!

Social Path was so good! Since the song is majorly english lyrics, and very singable lyrics, the crowd was singing so loud. It was such a moment! People were singing so loud, I could barely hear the boys!

Miroh is always the perfect song for closing a show (well the "official" close). That song basically turns the concert into a rave and you can't just NOT jump around during it. You just gotta! You gotta jump and you gotta scream "STRAY KIDS UH" Unparalleled. I am always so amazed at Changbin's rap in Miroh. I'm always like is he breathing? Also Felix starting the song with 👹HANDS IN THE AIR 👹 with the most demon voice ever was kinda funny and slightly scary

Bang Chan was the one who talked with the crowd the most. I guess because of english and Felix being too hyped to have conversations beyond trying to hype the crowd back. But Seungmin going "I can't hear you" when the crowd was batshit crazy is so Seungmin coded LMAO

But the show was about to end. They "closed" with Miroh. They did Topline a second time as the encore. And I was like" :(( they didn't do Megaverse :((("

But Stray Kids was like "I got you! 😎"

Felix kept yelling 👹ONE MORE 👹 and the crowd agreeing and screaming of course and Bang Chan was like "I don't think we're allowed" (liar!! it was not time for the programmed end of the show yet) and BOOM MEGAVERSE

The way the crowd yelled the first two verses (Felix's and Chan's verses) SO LOUD. I couldn't even hear Felix I swear. The crowd really went wild with the "UN DEUX TROIS RUN ALONG WITH GODS... (etc)" Megaverse is just so good!! And the crowd ate up those 2 verses

And then the actual close, like in Paris, was Haven! Another song that is so much fun to jump to. Singing to "Do whatever you want" is just so much fun.

Then there was this really funny moment right at the end, when they were stepping off the stage and Felix said "See you next time London" and his voice cracked and it was so funny, and the expression on his face reacting to his voice crack was even funnier. I'm sure people have seen videos of it around. It was legit so funny. Honestly the best way to end the concert hahaha

PS. I really hope they come to London again next year. To a proper arena like O2, where I can get a sit from where I can actually see the stage! (I swear standing concerts is the biggest downside of being so short)