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[ffeelann]

DESSIGNER — SOUL EATER EVANS SHORT FANFIC

un fanfic cortito para hacer bien al corazón y al alma, ¡próximamente en inglés!

y si no hablas español, podés practicar leyendo mis fanfics, ya que mi estilo es... bastante sencillito, CREO

HAGO COMISIONES DE ESCRITURA Y TRADUCCIÓN EN INGLÉS Y ESPAÑOL

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CAPÍTULO UNO:

Odiaba con todo su corazón el cambiar la ropa de verano por la ropa de invierno. Porque esas cosas son divertidas cuando tu responsabilidad es ir a la escuela, aprobar un examen, volver a casa y salir con tus amigos a verte genial.

La cosa es que, siendo estudiante de la academia más... bueno, ¿Responsable por la vida de miles de personas al rededor del mundo? No tienes tiempo de verte demasiado genial. Algunos usaban siempre la misma ropa, otros usaban un traje que hiciese de su vestir más serio, otros usaban la misma camiseta de promoción de la feria de los estudiantes en Death City.

Pero a Soul le gustaba ser una obra de arte a sus ojos, y a los de los demás. Mentiría si no dijera que es él el que más tiempo llevaba pensando cada uno de los conjuntos que utilizaba en diversas ocasiones, siempre debía existir algo interesante en sus conjuntos, algo que lo marcara como él.

Estaba casi enamorado de su propio sentido del estilo. Y a veces, en las misiones, los malos más malos de todo el mundo, le parecían mala gente especialmente porque cometían crímenes.

Entre ellos, el más importante y peor penado, con pena de muerte para variar: arruinar una prenda que le gustase.

En el último encuentro con un kishin en el norte, un idiota había arruinado su chaqueta favorita, le había costado cara en su momento, así que el valor debía haberse duplicado. Y eso le molestaba, porque le gustaba la ropa que había ingresado a los mercados locales de la ciudad, pero era un poco cara, por más que se dividiese el dinero de la renta con Maka.

Había estado todo el viaje con el ceño totalmente fruncido, harto. Inclusive se había lastimado el brazo y la había manchado de sangre. Estaba horriblemente enojado por ello, porque no había otra chaqueta que combinara con esas prendas específicas, y se estaba dando cuenta ahora que sacaba toda su ropa apta para el frío.

Shinigami-sama había estado pendiente tanto de él como de su compañera por cuestiones logísticas de... ataques de las brujas, además de parecerle un poquito gracioso el hecho de haber tomado el alma que no era. Así que cuando los vio entrar, y a él lo vio tan herido en cuerpo como en el estilo, le había hecho un comentario al respecto.

Había mencionado un nombre que no le interesaba en lo más mínimo, estando totalmente negado a sentirse parte de una conversación aquel día.

Pero estaba empezando a molestarle.

—Maka, ¿Te acuerdas de lo que dijo Shinigami-sama?

—Es el director, dice muchas cosas. Se más específico— ella dejó el libro a un lado por un momento.

—Cuando el bicho imbécil que me cortó el brazo hizo ésto— enseñó la chaqueta con la manga medio rasgada— ¿Recuerdas? Bueno, él dijo algo de alguien, pero no sé quién era, ya se me olvidó.

—Ah... ¿Para que lo arregle? Habló de ______ ______.

—¿Es de la escuela?

—No, es de una tienda de ropa, es una chica muy bonita. Se viste como... no lo sé, es raro.

—¿Crees que lo arreglará?

—Ah, sí. Como trabaja allí en forma permanente, no siempre tiene formas de darse a conocer, por eso arregla ropa también. Mi papá es estúpido y engancha cosas todo el tiempo, y se las lleva a ella.

Soul alzó una ceja, incrédulo.

—¿No que te cae mal tu papá? ¿Cómo sabes tanto de eso?— Maka se desplomó nuevamente en el sillón para intentar finalizar la conversación ante la pregunta de Soul, que sí que le había molestado un poco.

—Porque ella es genial y me cuenta cosas, me cae mal él, no ella. Ella me cae bien porque dijo expresamente que no me parezco demasiado a papá.

Como fuere, el muchacho consiguió el contacto de tu persona, halagado por la idea de que alguien pudiese y si que quisiera arreglarle esa chaqueta que tanto amaba.

Aunque, siendose honesto, él no estaba ni seguro de que la prenda tuviese arreglo en sí.

Al final sí que logró verse de pie frente a una tienda que no parecía nada especial por fuera, cosa que le causó cierta sospecha y se inclinó a mirar a Maka con una mueca de incredulidad.

—¿Segura de que es aquí? Dijiste que era un lugar increíblemente llamativo.

—¿Y no lo es?

—Hay literalmente una pared de ladrillos con una puerta negra en frente de mi cara, lo único llamativo es que dice abierto en ese cartelito.

Maka lo miró sin responderle, con una ceja en alto llena de aburrimiento ante la reacción ignorante del más alto.

Lo tomó de la muñeca y lo condujo dentro.

Un pie en el local y su cuerpo había tenido miles de sensaciones encontradas y sentimientos que lo removían como una fuerza superior que lo consumía. No sólo habían colores, sino también personas, era lo más impresionante y genuinamente llamativo que había visto.

Era lo más maravilloso que sus ojos habían presenciado.

—¡_______!— alzó la voz, Maka.

Al principio, el pianista dudó un poco en qué Maka de verdad conociese a alguien tan genial como decían, en un lugar tan impresionante como el que estaba viendo. La mas baja, de hecho, no iba a decírselo nunca, pero jamás lo había visto teniendo esa cara de idiota embobado con absolutamente nadie ni nada.

Y, realmente estaba enamorado de todo allí. La iluminación era inesperadamente genial, contando con un primer piso con más filas interminables de estilo hecho tela.

Ah, por dios.

Si hubiese traído más dinero no lo sacaba nadie de allí.

[yourteght]

» AISHITE (あいして) — capa teste

⟅12.05.2024 — eu vi um dia desses um vídeo das melhores mamães do universo dos desenhos e assim, só apareceu peça boa, gente supimpa que da até vontade de, nossa, nem sei explicar. Lembrei desse vídeo depois que acabei ficando em casa sozinho e fui pensar em um projeto de gente pra zoar como nesse vídeo que vi, não teria alguém melhor que essa grande querida aqui. Pra quem assistiu soul eater vai saber pq esse projeto de mãe está nessa capa, pra quem não viu, eu peço que considere um ser desprezível (única qualidade dessa criatura é que a bixa é bonita, que ódio).

P. S.: essa capa ta tão delicada, tão fofa, tão meiga 🩷 o que torna minha zoação com essa capa ainda melhor! Medusa, te odeio!

[firedragonx]

Crona Meets Hawks

Looking for this?" Crona and the last thug turned to see a man  flying above them with large red wings. He is of average height with a  slim and narrow build. He has feathery ash blonde hair swept messily  backward with some of the front tufts sticking up in arcs above his  head, noticeable thick eyelashes, and some faint stubble on his chin. "The  pro-hero Hawks?" The thug said as he took a step back. Crona cursed  under her breath. She was usually careful to avoid heroes during her  vigilante activities. But she guessed that she lost track of the hero's  fight and her beating up the thugs. Scene from my fanfic where you can read here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13633519/1/I-Don-t-Know-How-To-Deal-With-UA https://archiveofourown.org/works/25073974/chapters/60735166

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Persuasion

A Soul Eater fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

A/N: Monthly OTP prompt fills from this list for Spirit and Stein, because I cannot stop writing about them. I'm happy to hear recommendations each month for which prompt to write next. This month's chosen prompt: 1. First Kiss Shamelessly inspired by the fanfic "Feeling Needed" by NothingSoDivine. (@asymmetryestablished) Wrote this all in one evening while half asleep, straight through, no edits or even proofread (yikes oh well). And placeholder title is...a placeholder, if you have a better one, give it to me! And it was still January in my timezone, this still counts! Enjoy some academy babies.

Persuasion

Persuasion

Stein straightened from his lean against the wall at the corner of the courtyard when he realized he'd been crossing his arms. Spying on his weapon was bad enough without making it too obvious that he disapproved of his activities when the older teen would inevitably wander his way.

Spirit was currently occupied with another weapon from their class, nearer to Stein's age if he was remembering correctly. Her hair was blonde and caught the sun in the way that one couldn't help but look, and Stein had to admit that its radiance even outshone the heartblood red of Spirit's. Her eyelashes were dark like her leather jacket and mini-skirt, and the red of her lips matched the soft, low-cut shirt she wore that was just visible through the open front of the jacket.

Spirit was clearly enthralled by her appearance, but the only thing Stein found truly of note was the cigarette that dangled precariously from the girl's lips as she laughed at whatever Spirit was saying. Stein had watched her skill three times at keeping the small stick in its proper place when she flashed her teeth, and he was starting to wonder if it had anti-gravitational properties.

Spirit abruptly straightened, and Stein unthinkingly did the same, the older teen's posture putting him on alert. Some form of goodbye was about to take place, and then Stein would have his weapon back until the next time a member of the curvier sex caught his eye. Which was more and more frequent as of late.

But then the girl did something that caused Stein to startle forward a step, his eyes widening on the pair. She took a long drag from her cigarette, and then held it away from her as she set her other hand on Spirit's shoulder and rose up on her toes. Spirit's fingers hovered near her waist when her mouth found his, and Stein watched the girl's lips part, surround Spirit's, and his eyes go wide before closing in reaction to whatever appealed about the physicality of the moment.

But it was more than a kiss, as Stein watched the girl finally pull away with a smirk. Spirit blinked, looking surprised, and then slowly blew the smoke out from between his lips, watching it curl upward and away. Stein was also blinking repeatedly, having never conceived of an exchange like that.

He was still processing the mechanics of it when Spirit waved goodbye to his date, the cigarette now between his fingers as she turned to cross the courtyard toward the girls' dormitories. The redhead turned a moment later to head in the path that would lead back to the nicer student apartments. Stein was still too stunned by what he had seen to move to either depart or make greeting, simply watching the weapon approach wearing an expression that was something between dreamy and utterly stunned.

"Oh! Stein!" Spirit exclaimed when he practically bumped into the meister. "What are... Were you watching me?"

"Yes," Stein said simply as he moved to stand at his weapon's side and match his pace.

Spirit sighed shakily. "That's creepy, you know. Most people would be really put off by that."

"I know. So what was this one's name?"

A huff was Spirit's initial response, and then a brightening of his eyes as he frowned down in the meister's direction. Stein's smirk didn't reach his lips, but he knew Spirit could see it in his eyes.

"I know her name! It's..."

Stein did smile then as Spirit floundered, mumbling pieces of words and names to himself as his brow twisted in confusion. Ever since the first time the red-haired weapon had come home and been unable to recall the name of his date, Stein had teased him on the topic.

"Kelly!" Spirit suddenly exclaimed in triumph, and then he brought the gifted cigarette to his lips as he grinned.

"So you smoke now?" Stein asked, noting the slight grimace on the taller teen's face as he experimented with an inhale.

"Trying it out. She gave me the rest of her pack."

Stein was curious too, but less about the cigarettes than what he had witnessed in farewell between the two hormone-driven weapons. His heart pounded as his mind raced ahead to the potential conclusion of what he suddenly realized he wanted, but had absolutely no agency to achieve.

"That looked complicated," he ventured as they walked.

"Hmm?"

Stein watched as Spirit blew the smoke out slowly, his brow pinching slightly as he assessed the experience.

"The way she gave you all that smoke."

"Oh," Spirit said, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stared straight ahead. "Yeah."

"How did you know to open your mouth? Did she blow the smoke in?"

"Uh, well...kinda... You're supposed to open your mouth a bit when kissing," Spirit answered, beginning to look uncomfortable. His stride lengthened and Stein kept pace, having already anticipated his partner's nerves.

"I don't understand how any of it could be pleasurable."

Spirit was looking a bit more perplexed as their steps took them toward their apartment. The sun had begun to set, and its rays shining off of Spirit's hair gave the red locks a vibrant, golden hue. Stein felt an urgency about what he was after as he watched the cigarette burn down below halfway, but he knew he was just as likely to frustrate and anger the weapon by his persistent questioning. But as he didn't think he would ever have it within him to voice the words 'kiss me,' his chosen method would have to suffice.

"Doesn't it trigger the gag reflex to have something put in your mouth?"

Spirit's brow furrowed. They had just reached the entry of the apartment complex, and the weapon had pushed through the first set of double-doors into the security vestibule.

"And doesn't the smoke burn?" Stein continued, trying to keep any cynicism out of his tone. He knew that as soon as the weapon had an escape into his bedroom, he'd have lost his chance. But it was probably a futile effort to begin with. There wasn't any type of psychology Stein could use to make his weapon understand his desire without giving away too much, and he was certain beyond a doubt that Spirit Albarn had never entertained the idea of kissing a boy.

The weapon had been repeatedly silent in response, and Stein's mind was racing for another leading question so anxiously that he hadn't noticed Spirit had stopped walking until the redhead turned to face him. Stein's thoughts slowed at the look on his weapon's face, regarding him with nervous resignation.

"You want to try it, don't you."

Stein processed Spirit's tone before the actual words, his voice low and the words breathy as he seemed to sigh them out. Stein hadn't anticipated success, and blood was suddenly hammering in his ears as the teal of the weapon's eyes remained fixed on his, awaiting a response.

A curt nod was the most Stein could manage as he attempted to swallow the lump that was suddenly in his throat. Spirit's brow rose in curiosity, and Stein hoped that whatever was written on his face was less than the panic that had suddenly swept his entire being.

Spirit sighed again. "I'd say find someone else for your experiments, but...I know how that would turn out."

Spirit glanced from left to right through the glass doors, and then lifted the cigarette to his lips and inhaled long and slow.

Stein suddenly realized that this was no longer a barely-formed idea in his mind, but it was actually happening. Protests and questions rushed across his brain half-formed, none able to be spoken as the words wouldn't come together. He wanted to tell Spirit to wait, to ask how to begin. But every thought fled when the weapon's fingers rested feather-light on his cheek, his pinky finger under Stein's jaw and pulling slightly to tilt his face upward.

Spirit took a step closer, and then leaned down. Stein was certain his eyes were wide with the fright he suddenly felt as they darted between Spirit's half-lidded teal ones and the approach of lips. But the weapon had committed to the action, and in the moment Stein resolved he couldn't back down, Spirit's mouth met his.

The touch was hot like fire, and soft like nothing Stein had ever felt. He wanted to pull away, yet he wanted to fall into the warmth that radiated off his partner and seemed to be welcoming him into safety. His skin was tingling all over as if it was more than his lips Spirit was touching, and a peace he'd never known began to fall over him, slowly offering relief like shelter from a storm.

Stein was about to close his eyes and surrender to the sensations that were beginning to overwhelm him, but then unfocused in front of him, Spirit's eyes opened. In a rush, he remembered the purpose of badgering his weapon into intimacy, and then cautiously let the tension he'd unknowingly put into his jaw fall slack. Spirit's fingers became more firm against his cheek, and then his lips were sealing gently over the slight parting of Stein's. The pressure of Spirit's lips against his own sent a fresh rush of heat across his senses, and then the smoke poured hot into his mouth, pooled across his tongue and hit high in the back of his throat.

It wasn't an immediate pleasure, and he pinched his eyes closed as he fought against the instinct to gag. But then he felt a different type of rush as the drug entered his system, bringing an artificial lightness that he couldn't decide in the moment if he cared for or not. Especially not when there were far more interesting sensations, like Spirit's lips beginning to close and pull softly upon his own.

When he felt the weapon pulling away, Stein's fingers found Spirit's elbow in blind pursuit of an anchor, and to his dismay a soft sound like a whimper escaped his throat. He opened his eyes again as Spirit's lips finally left his, a feeling of cold abandonment taking the place of the fire. The redhead's brow twisted in confusion, and Stein just barely had the presence of mind to close his lips to prevent the smoke's escape even as his lungs felt near to bursting from lack of oxygen.

The latter need took over, and Stein felt the sensitive membranes of his nasal passages burn as he blew most of the smoke out through his nose and then let the rest escape his mouth without grace, a few uncontrolled coughs following. His grip on Spirit's elbow tightened, and the redhead gave a single hum of a laugh as he smiled and let his hand fall to rest on Stein's shoulder.

"What do you think?" Spirit asked quietly.

Stein's head was reeling, and beyond the fixed point of Spirit's bright eyes and hair it felt like the room was sat upon a roiling ocean. He stared up at Spirit as he willed his senses back to calm, as he tried to catch his breath and bring his heart rate back to human norms. He blinked against reflexive tears as the smoke somehow stung his eyes, and another cough was the only response he was able to manage.

Spirit made another humming sound like a laugh, and his gaze softened even more.

"You'll probably need more experience before you know if you like it or not."

Whether the implication was deliberate or accidental, Stein knew the obvious interpretation had reached his eyes for the way Spirit's own widened and stared back at him, his skin suddenly flushing pink. Stein was sure his own pale cheeks were, for once, equally awash with color.

"Uh... I mean..." Spirit said stumbling, his breaths quickening.

"So..." a deep voice sounded from the doorway.

The sound of the new presence intruding upon the world Stein was still spinning within wasn't quite startling enough to bring his senses back to earth, but it caused Spirit to jump and back away from Stein as if he'd been struck by lightning. And for the heat still prickling soft over his lips, Stein wasn't so sure he hadn't been.

"Sid!" Spirit cried, voice high with panic. "What, uh...uh... D-Don't sneak up on people like that!"

"So..." the younger teen repeated, "if anybody asks me, you two weren't just—"

"No!" Spirit fairly shrieked, his voice going high.

"And you're not smoking on Academy property."

Stein suddenly found the smoldering butt of the cigarette pushed between his fingers as Spirit sputtered something else in protest that Stein didn't bother listening to. He was focused on the flush over Spirit's cheeks and the peace that seemed to have wrapped itself around him like a blanket—a feeling he was determined to hold on to for as long as it would stay.

Sid walked past them and into the building and Spirit followed, babbling his frustrations all the while. Stein trailed just a step behind, watching the red of Spirit's hair as they continued the journey to their apartment.

He brought the cigarette up and took a tentative inhale, leaving his fingers against his lips. If anyone asked, he wasn't trying to hold that tingling sensation as long as possible. He wasn't trying to memorize the way Spirit's mouth had shaped itself to his.

And he definitely wasn't planning on further experiments.

[badlucksav]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @nyamadermont for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 199. I don’t know what the 200th will be yet 😅

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,836,320. That’s a whole lot of characters kissing.

3. What fandoms do you write for? My most common ones are Avatar: The Last Airbender and Avatar: Legend of Korra, but I’ve also written fics for The 100, Six of Crows, Law & Order: SVU, Spiderman (Tom Holland), Harry Potter, MCU, The Last of Us, Soul Eater, Spy x Family, Stranger Things, and Twilight.

Honestly though I haven’t been writing much fanfic. I’ve shifted what focus I have for writing to poetry and original fiction.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. The Proposal — a Zutara AU based on the 2009 Sandra Bullock & Ryan Reynolds movie of the same name.

2. An Unlikely Alliance — a Zutara season 2 divergence fic where they find themselves traveling together

3. Your Number 1 Fan — a NSFW Zutara AU where Katara is a cam girl and Zuko is a subscriber

4. Perks of Being Your Neighbor — a Zutara modern AU with fluffy good “neighbors” tropes as well as big brother Zuko to an orphaned Kiyi.

5. Play with Fire — yet another Zutara modern AU. This time, they’re in college. Slowburn, tons of pining.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Comments are a writer’s lifeblood. The only time I usually don’t is if the comment is rude or demanding of an update.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would hands down be The Conduit, if only because I left it on one hell of a cliffhanger and then never wrote the sequel.

My bad yo

Second angstiest (sort of?) would be The Ghost of You (iykyk)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I like happy endings, so I feel like most of my fics have one. I’d say, for the level of pining and enemies-to-lovers aspect, The Proposal probably takes that cake.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Can’t get hate if you write rare pairs or rarely post

But yes, I used to. It actually drove me away from posting on ffn, and also drove me away from the Zutara fandom for a long time (and even still, I’ve never really come back).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh yes, oh yes I have. And I write everything from soft vanilla first time sex to dirty kinky hot sex. Fully depends on my mood.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t write them much, but the crackiest one was definitely the drabble I wrote throwing Rocket from Guardians of the Galaxy, Joel from The Last of Us, and Kaz Brekker from Six of Crows into an elevator together.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think I’ve had a few requests for permission to translate, but I’m not sure if anything was ever actually translated.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I co-wrote with @idklolwot!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oofers, what a loaded question. All time favorite? Like I have to pick one?? Impossible.

It’s a tie between Irosami and Zutara.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof, at this point like all of them 💀 at least as fanfic. I’m considering taking some and turning them into original fiction.

16. What are your writing strengths?

People seem to like the character interactions I write as well as how i describe settings and the character’s inner monologues.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I definitely find the climax/conclusion to be the hardest. Maybe that’s why I never finish fics.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I spoke other languages fluently, I think I’d give it a try. But I don’t, so I won’t.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I wrote and posted for was Avatar: The Last Airbender. But I recently unlocked memories of writing super cringe Twilight fanfic in middle school that never saw the light of day.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This answer changes often. There are so many fics I love for different reasons (The Conduit is some of my most creative work, The Fire and the Flood is some of my best writing, The Proposal is actually finished…) but as of right now, it’s The Fire and the Flood. Maybe because I’m rereading it and falling in love with it again.

Tagging some of my favorite writer folks. If you’ve already been tagged, feel free to ignore 🤣

@orangepanic @neva-borne @mycomfortblanket @krastbannert @authorjoydragon

[onyourowndaisymae]

Your writing style is just unmatched. What inspires your style??

i've been toying around with answering this since i saw it bc i want to make sure i answer it right-- so first of all, thank you for the compliment! this blog has been the main factor in me taking pride in my writing and it's in part due to lovely people like you who compliment me in such lovely ways ♡

as for my writing style, here is some of my best advice/information about my personal journey for anyone curious:

first of all: i have been writing for nearly a decade. some things take practice. you don't need a lot of experience to be a good writer, but doing it for awhile helps you get some perspective on what you like and what seems awkward to you. you don't have to write good, quality prose either. i started out writing soul eater and creepypasta fanfic and now here i am, on a throne made of fictional demons with attachment issues ;)

read!! all sorts of genres too!! and i'm not just talking books-- video games, poetry, comics, whatever has words and tells a story. each genre has its own conventions and flow. reading helps you identify what you like and what feels awkward. it also helps you pick up vocab naturally that can be integrated into your writing.

prose is often disregarded as something that's not poetic or pretty, but i strongly disagree. write poetically. write with varying sentence length, with commas, with all sorts of gramtically (in)correct run-ons and metaphors and whatever it takes to paint the picture you want. writing is music, too.

more practically: avoid using the same words and descriptions too often. find new ways to describe the mundane. and then describe it as mundane sometimes, too. fingertips can ghost delicately over the soft expanse of someone's silky skin the same way they can brush against someone's arm. life is poetic and boring all at once. but don't overcorrect, either.

i like to focus a lot on physical gestures, especially in romatic scenes. people are constantly moving and twitching-- noticing that adds a level of care that makes you seem like you know what you're doing, even when you don't.

on that note: PLEASE try out your dialouge and the gestures you write first. sometimes you write something, read it aloud, and think "no one would ever say that shit ever" and that's okay!! you have time to change it around. doing the gestures can help you make sure you're not having someone move in ways that don't make sense/are unintentionally awkward

proofread your work. i don't personally do this but i hear it's a good habit to get into lol

i think this is all the advice i have for tonight. let me know if you all are curious about any other parts of the process, from inspiration to logistics. i promise i don't bite strangers in my inbox ;)

[pageofcoins]

So I wrote a fanfic about my recent favorite monsterfucking books, the Monstrous Series by Lily Mayne!

I just wanted some soft Wyn being absolutely besotted with Danny. It’s more a fluffy character study drabble than anything substantial, but it exists so yay? Yay!

Anyway check it out if you want to! Leave a kudos or a comment if you enjoyed it!

[duckieland7]

Rant number one

Albus Dumbledore is a manipulative, cheating bastard. He not only left harry to be abused by his relatives (which he could have handled better, for fucks sake) but he managed to create an army of soldiers with 17 year olds, sometimes 16 and even 15. In the marauders era I´m certain that he chose the marauders as his to be part of the order at some point between their 5th year to their 7th year. We know Sirius ran away in 1975 to the Potters and honestly, I think as a fandom we decided that the Blacks were way more abusive than they were portraited as, even if mentioned at all. Am I the only one curious as fuck to know if Bellatrix was as insane before Azkaban, if it rooted in what her family could have done to her to indoctrinate her? Nobody can discuss that Bellatrix was one hell of a dueler, there´s a reason besides her blood lust of why she was Voldemort´s second on command. She was insane, yes but she was also smart as fuck, there was no reason for her to live as long as she did without getting arrested before 1981 if she wasn’t clever.

A lot of people think Bellatrix should be in hufflepuff and it´s not that I exactly disagree, it´s just that I think being a hufflepuff is so much more than the loyalty mentioned in the books.

One of the things I´m ranting about here and why tf not, is the sorting. How does that damn hat works?? It just looks inside your soul and then is like “well, you are a ravenclaw” like honestly wtf. Every time a do a test it appears either Ravenclaw or SLytherin, depending on the questions so how does it exactly works? There is a lot more to each house than the stereotypes given by Rowling (who, I must say, can very much go and fuck herself, thank you) but the point is that, beyond the ships that may be the base of a fanfic, the resorting trope makes a lot of sense if you think about it.

I mean, you spend 7 years in a house that may become very well your friends for the rest of your life if you know how to work those friendships into becoming that, friendships. I don´t know if I´m the only one who thinks that a basic example of personalities and how a house may influence them are the Black brothers. Sirius was sorted in Gryffindor when he was eleven and I genuinely don´t think the hat was mistaken with him, I just think that he took his rebellious straw to a next level namely to get a reaction out of his parents while Regulus, who canonically is described by Sirius as “soft enough to believe them” was the perfect son, the preferred one. Also Said by Sirius.

Please tell me what you think but I really think Sirius wasn´t loud and brash since he was a kid. He wasn´t a “slytherin” and really, how could you know what house is a six year old gonna sort? Childhoods can and will change people. But anyway, I think being in Gryffindor didn´t necessarily meant he stopped talking with Regulus or left him behind that exact moment or changed his whole personality from night to day but I do think it changed how he view behaved. I don´t think he was the perfect heir but I think he was responsible enough to know that rebellion would just get him punishment (and please share what you think about the blacks being physically abusive to him, I don´t think they were extreme at the point of Crucios but they were more towards emotional and psychological abuse, in the Order of the Phoenix it is clear that although Sirius hated his parents when he ran away he also kind of found solace on Walburga´s bedroom and why Is that if she was such a bitch?) so, once sorted a lion, I think Sirius needed an outlet and he found It bullying slytherins, Severus Snape, to be specific (who in the marauders era could be redeemable enough but in the golden trio era was just plain abusive, and I´d like to get into that too in another post, maybe) Snape wasn´t a known name, he was a penniless halfblood with no status and Sirius, eventhough never became a death eater, was cruel but smart. A parallel to Bellatrix, if you will.

Sirius became rebellious and his outlet to his fear of rejection and the constant disappointment he was made by his parents (and that Is what I´m talking about when I say psychologically abusive) was Snape, he was portrayed as a bully who messed with the slytherins and while I do not think it was a lie, I don´t think he messed with other, more important slytherins. The pureblooded ones, the ones who came from an old family and had resources. Again, Sirius could be cruel, as proved by the prank (and that is a whole another matter) but he was smart. Gryffindor influenced him to look for freedom because it became a synonym to him of rebelliousness and therefore, of being different to the rest of his family, the death eathers and blood purists.

Now Regulus, I´ve read a lot of fanfiction so I´m biased, I totally accept it but I don´t think it really was easy for him when Sirius became loud, brash and started acting impulsive, specially if they grew up together and him knowing Sirius before Hogwarts and Gryffindor. He was a slytherin and please don´t come at me I don´t say it as something bad or anything but reading Harry Potter as a raverin was so fucking stressing. They were kids, yes and that makes it worse but there was so much more that could have been explored regarding Harry´s personality beyond trying to frame him into the reincarnation one James Potter.

Anyway, Regulus was a slytherin and one thing to notice throughout the series is that in war, a fight is a noble way to die. Which is pretty and all but really, not all react to it the same way. I think he didn´t want to die by being tortured or kidnapped by neither side so he died in his own way, which as a fellow snake, I can understand and respect but also see through. He indeed was the unspoken hero of slytherin but he also went to the cave knowing he was gonna die and nobody can convince me otherwise. He wasn´t and didn´t want to fight anymore if he even fought at all, he was just 18 when he died and that hits hard. Do I think he should have been a ravenclaw? Nah, absolutely no. I think it was a possibility for him but not his choice; Hence, slytherin. Being smart isn´t a synonym of ravenclaw, that´s a stereotype and if you look at it, Regulus retrieved the locket in a most slytherin way. I think ravenclaws and slytherins can be confused because of principles and morals in each one. Is the way of living what decided each one, not a sorting being an eleven year old kid.

I think Slytherin trained more profusely in matters of learning how to survive and cope at the same time, it trained in a way that even if you noticed it became useful to him later in life to learn and be quiet and honestly? Understandable. If I had a brother who liked to argue thinking if they didn´t they weren´t enough of a lion I would like to present myself as soft enough to believe in bulllshit and still keep my image with whoever necessary. Let´s debate this, the guy found out about horocruxes when he was probably 17 if a timeline is to be followed, with what I believe were nor enough meetings with one dark lord. Just Bellatrix fancy on him and random clues from Voldemort´s boasting. He was clever in a quiet way, I do not think he was the blood purist Sirius believed him to be but I am not saying he wasn´t prejudiced. He was indoctrinated at home and school, that is basically 24/7 and even then, he turned without anyone knowing. I believe he wanted to protect his family, Sirius included, when he went alone for the horcrux and it actually worked, which, woah.

IF you disccover a horcrux based on casual boasting and Bellatrix fan case, I refuse to believe he was stupid enough to believe in blood purism any more than he believed his parents were a justified case of parental love. Like, come on.

Back to my first point tho, I think sorting and leaving everyone 7 years in a house is really, really unhealthy for kids in development. Nobody is the same when they were eleven to when they are 14-15 which is why I think a resorting would have made sense in either the marauder or the golden trio era (tell me which house do you think they would be. Hermione is hufflepuff for me, Harry slytherin and Ron would have stayed in Gryffindor. Sirius would have sorted Gryffindor or hufflepuff, James canon Gryffindor, james fanon too but with the chance of hufflepuff, Remus Lupin I have a conflict of emotions regarding him but I´d say Ravenclaw, didn´t see Gryffindor anywhere tbh and Peter was a goddamn Gryffindor too, I´ll explain if you want me to?)

Just imagine the world of possibilities, please imagine the quality content.

Thank you for coming to my ted Talk :D

[monkey-d-addy9000]

Hey~ some young EraserMic fanfics.

First of all, sorry for my english, it's not my native language

Since I don't find many young Erasermic fanfics, I decided to share with you some of the ones I liked the most and, who knows, with this encouragement, some writers feel inspired and decide to write some more? I don't know, I think it's just an appeal from a disaster girl.

Anyway~

Summary: As far as camping goes, it’s probably within Yamada’s Top Three Least Favorite Things To Do list.

But maybe this camping trip wouldn’t turn out so bad, so long as he has Aizawa by his side.

Second part:

Hizashi apologizing to Aizawa for making him insecure. Read Murphy's law first to understand.

Written by @tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land

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Summary: “I thought you might wanna hang around someone who didn’t hate your guts!” Yamada yells. “But I guess you just get off on everyone hating you!”

“I don’t care what people think about me,” Aizawa hisses back, just as coldly.

Or

Yamada's relationship with Aizawa is on thin ice, to say the least. Too bad class trips, technical mishaps, and simulated natural disasters don't consider personal vendettas when putting a damper on your day.

I highly recommend this story as it is a twist of feelings and emotions. I could feel on my skin every sensation I read. All the effort the author puts into their stories is almost magical.

Written by @tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land

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5 times Hizashi drops everything to take Shōta somewhere where he can rest comfortably, and 1 time Shōta picks everything up to allow Hizashi some repose

Hizashi being cute and careful with his "friend".

Written by @tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land

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I smiled on every line of this story. Just two cute boys being cute.

Written by @ill-go-with-that-then

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Just a warning: it's hot.

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Summary: 8-year-old Hitoshi Shinsou is Quirkless—at least, that’s what his foster dads have been told by the orphanage. Hitoshi never speaks, he signs, although there were no mentioned disabilities or medical conditions on his file to explain this. He’s seemingly capable of speaking, but it’s a mystery as to why he doesn’t. One day, however, a ruthless gang member breaks into the Aizawa-Yamada residence, intent on revenge for Shouta's capture of their brother, and upon seeing his foster dads in trouble, Hitoshi is left with no choice but to reveal his ‘villainous’ Quirk to save them.

I was so moved by this story that I had to reread it 4 times in less than a month to relive every good feeling that was transmitted to me.

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“What are you, scared, Aizawa?” Kayama leered, leaning in too close and poking at his side.

Shouta swatted her hand away. “Why would I be scared?” he scoffed. “They’re just mirrors.”

Hizashi fidgeted, leaning closer in a way that would be imperceptible if Shouta weren’t ridiculously over-aware of him. “The place looked deserted when we came in… maybe we should leave? We could still make it to the party!”

“We can’t leave without solving the maze,” Shouta said, irritably.

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Don't trust your eyes...

Ma babys are scared and in love

Written by @ill-go-with-that-then

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He tries to put all the enthusiasm he feels into it, to reassure Shouta that this step in their friendship is wanted and welcome.

It seems to work. Shouta’s shoulders relax, and he grins up at Hizashi, wiping his hair out of his eyes. He misses a piece, and Hizashi has to shove his hands into his pockets to keep from giving in to the strange impulse to tuck it behind Shouta’s ear.

It’s different, after that.

Another point of view.

Ah, young love. These boys are so soft. I can't handle that anymore. If you want to scream because you can't handle the amount of cuteness, you must read this.

Written by @ill-go-with-that-then

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One In A Billion summary: Mic as a weapon is too much to handle. Aizawa as a meister is difficult to get along with. What will happen when these two odd souls are forced into taking on one of the names at the top of

Death's hit list?

It's Soul Eater AU time!!

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Clarity summary: Mic had his secrets, this Shouta knew. Even after all this time, when their souls resonated, there were places Shouta felt he couldn’t go, places Mic blocked from him. Shouta had these places within his own soul, too, but whenever something was truly important, Mic always seemed to know how to gently tug the truth out of him. Shouta, unfortunately, had no such similar tact, and usually he didn’t need to; Mic was open about so much.

How bad could Mic's secrets really be?

I was fine, until Yami quotes the song Clarity, and Yamada enjoying the song claiming to remember Shota when he hears it? I almost screamed. I love this fanfic from the bottom of my soul.

Written by @yamiheart and @nartothelar

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Those were the cutest young Erasermic stories I've read. I just wanted to share with you a little bit of my daily dose of love.

And yes, I reread them every day because they are the ones I liked the most. It's so well written that it really makes me feel every emotion as I read this.

Oh! And I will be updating as I find new good fanfics

[ffeelann]

DESIGNER — Soul Eater Evans x femReader Short Fanfic (Chapter One)

I have open writing commissions!!!

A soul eater short fanfic bc I absolutely love them uwu, enjoyyy

WRITING AND TRANSLATING COMMISSIONS

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He hated replacing his summer clothes with his winter ones, specially because those things are just fun when your responsability is going to school, pass exams, go home and hang out with friends while you look cool with them.

The thing is, if you were a student at this academy where, well, you were just responsable of everyones in the world life, you probably wouldn´t have much time to look that cool everytime. Some students would always wear the same clothes, others would wear things that made them look more serious… and some of them would keep wearing that weird looking promotion shirt from that Death City students market.

But Soul loved to be a single peace of art at his own, and everyones, eyes. He would be lying if he said he didn´t planned each and every outfit just to have something that made him tick, something interesting would always be in his clothes just to make him look like him.

He was almost in love with his own fashion sense. And sometimes, in some missions, he tought bad guys were bad just because they commited crimes… one of them, and the worst: was ruining his loved clothes.

In their last unpleasant meeting with a kishin in noth, this idiot had ruined his favorite jacket, and that thing was expensive when he bought it, so now the price was at least twice than the last time he looked for it.

And that made him upset. He liked some clothes from the local market but, in general, they were a bit expensive, even when he divided his money with Maka´s to pay rent.

Soul was completely annoyed the entire trip back home. The kishin even hurted his arm so now, the jacket had blood in it. He was horribly upset for that, because he didn´t had any piece that combined just fine with his clothes, and he was finding this out just now that he was organizing his winter clothes.

Lord Shinigami had his eye on him and his meister, in case of things were going bad, and because the last time he wasn´t looking, they took the wrong soul. So when he saw them, and Lord Shinigami saw Soul that hurted both phisically and in style way, he said something about it.

He mentioned someone that, in that moment, was meaningless, because he was so mad he didn´t want to be a part of that conversation at all.

But now, that name could mean something.

—Maka, do you remember what Lord Shinigami said?

—He´s the principal, he says lots of things all the time. Be more specific— she left her book for a minute.

—When the kishin hurted my arm and ruined my jacket— he showed her his ripped up jacket— Remember? Well, he mentioned someone, but I can´t remember who.

—Oh, to fix it? He was talking about _____ ______.

—From school?

—No, she is from a clothes store. A pretty girl. She dresses like… I don´t know, weird.

—So you think she will fix this?

—Yes. She works everyday so, she doesn´t always have ways to make herself more known, so she fixes clothes too. My dad is dumb and always gives her lots of his clothes to fix.

Soul looked at her, not believing what he was hearing.

—Don´t you hate your dad? Why would you know that?— Maka practically jumped to the coach to end the conversation, that cuestion was a little… unpleasant to her.

—Because she is cool and she tells me stuff, I like her, not him. She is loevly preciseley because she said I don´t look much like my dad,

Soul didn´t asked much, and he just got your contact, happy because someone wanting and waiting to fix his loved jacket.

At the end, he found himself outside of a store that did not appear to be special at all, and that made him suspect a little bit. So he looked at Maka with an ¨are you sure?¨ look.

—Are we in the right place? You said this was an incredibly amazing place.

—Isn´t it?

—We are literally in front of a white brick wall with just a black door. The only thing that catches my eye is that little ¨we´re open¨ sign.

Maka stared at him without any answer, boring about that extremely ignorant answer.

She took his hand and quickly directed him inside the store.

With just one foot into the store, he started to feel a completely different vibe inside him, as a superior force was consuming him and make his soul giggle somehow. There weren´t just colors, but people, and they were the most genuinely impressive he had ever seen.

It was the most wonderful place his eyes have ever seen.

—____!— Maka said loudly, looking for you.

At first, the pianist doubted a little bit about Maka being friends or even know someone as cool as they said you were, and worked in that amazingly stylish place. The short one, would never said it, but she had never saw Soul with such an enchanted stare and absorted face before, with no one, and with nothing.

And he was really in love with everything there. The illumination was unexpectedly nice, having a first floor with more endless rows of clothes made of pure style.

Ah, God.

If he had more money with him at time, no one could ever get him out of there.

[yourteght]

» NUVENS DE ALGODÃO DOCE — capa teste

⟅02.04.2024 — tem horas que eu sinto saudade de fazer uma capa rosinha* frufru e dessa vez, eu sinto no mais íntimo do meu ser que acertei FINALMENTE na fofura. Eu fiz essa capa ao som de Lana Del Rey – mais especificamente Summertime Sadness e Margaret – e juro, foi a uma hora que amei separar do meu dia para adocicar mais a minha vida pq estava precisando, eu estava sedento por algo mais leve. Aproveitando essa onda de pessoas aparecendo do boeiro pra dizer que conhece Soul Eater, eu tinha que dar as caras pq amo esse anime. Eu só tinha uma imagem de Crona e Maka e um sonho. Que bom que não desisti da capa, o começo dessa capa era horrível mas Laninha guiou minhas mãos e essa fofura nasceu, estou muito happy happy happy gente, não escondo e é sobre isso <3

Uma coisa legal que gostaria de dizer: Crona é um dos personagens que mais me confundiu quando eu comecei a ver anime e isso se deve pelo fato de que ninguém sabia que gênero desta criatura e foi justamente nesse personagem que criei meus primeiros headcanons de anime/mangá, um marco.

*Eu sei que não tá rosa rosa de verdade, e que essa cor é só um vermelho bem claro MAS eu vou dizer que é rosa sim, seguem o baile e finjam comigo pra minha felicidade.

[lordtraco-fanfics]

Soft Reassurances based on my current fanfics:

A Vessel Was Needed: Repressed emotions are difficult to unpack, be gentle, take things slow, and all will be alright.

And He Paid the Price: Reach out, even if you think your mistakes have made you unworthy of the help you need.

Call Ended: They care and they'll miss you if you left. Leave if you need to, find your own way, but don't think you're unloved.

Unnamed Soul Eater AU: It's ok to open up, it's ok to hurt together. Not every day will be easy, but a resolve built on trust and care is commendable.

[bcbdrums]

Caress

A Soul Eater fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the Rare_Kink_Buffet collection.

A/N: If you found your way to this story from the Kink Prompt Event, this is written from the perspective that one is familiar with this fandom. So if you're not acquainted with Soul Eater, my apologies. Recommend googling pics of the two characters as babies (episode 23) for context. Takes place a long, long time pre-canon. Absolute baby Stein and Spirit, fresh partners less than two full months of acquaintance. Spirit is 13, Stein is 10. CW: mild gore, blood, non-sexual nudity. Trust me, it both fits the prompt and makes sense with the fandom/characters. I guess I added in a fair bit of blood kink to this too? Hmm. Enjoy maybe.

Caress

For a moment, Spirit could see the whole of the desert battlefield. Swung high above Stein's head, he could see the rapid approach of their enemy, the angle the creature was taking as it closed in, and the potential strategies it might use to catch the pair off-balance. But before Spirit could even shout a warning, his vision blurred and he refocused his sight in the strange way weapons do, listening to the air sing past his blade as he was brought swiftly down and around toward the approaching opponent.

It was a surprise when the expected impact didn't come, and Spirit felt the crackle of electricity across his wavelength as Stein's palm met empty air in a follow-up attack. He gaze darted around rapidly as he found the creature missing, and Stein's snarl of frustration was but background noise as he realized they no longer had the upper-hand.

Some instinct drew his weapon-eyes upward, and he realized with a pang of fear probably far too late. But in their resonance his meister was already responding, his own gaze rising at the same time Spirit felt the shift in Stein's stance, his grip on the snath adjusting to turn the blade as suddenly the creature filled their vision from above, coming down with a wicked, toothy grin and even more extended claws to match.

"Stein!" Spirit shrieked in fright even as his blade was harshly brought upward. He didn't know how much of the forceful lunge was his desperation to protect his meister and how much was the boy's own quick reflexes. But it was a blessed relief followed by stark shock as his blade effortlessly cleaved straight through the enemy, ending the shell of its life.

Shock, as the physical remains of their opponent rained down upon and around them both.

Spirit closed his eyes, but that only made the soft, wet sounds of entrails and body parts impacting the earth more prominent, and he held his breath until all he could hear were the ragged breaths of his meister.  He was getting used to the feel and smell of blood, but to have the rest of the creature in pieces around him made his stomach turn somehow even while still in weapon form. And then a confusion joined his distress as Stein's breath hitched and then was released in a tiny giggle. And then another. And another.

Spirit had never heard Stein laugh before.

He transformed and immediately regretted the action. Even appearing directly in front of and facing his meister, one of his feet landed in something soft and unstable, and when he looked down to correct his footing he gagged again.

Stein's laughter grew and finally Spirit looked at him, and his breath caught. The boy was positively drenched in blood.

"Stein..." Spirit said breathlessly, tasting iron on his lips. He grimaced. "Are you...are you...all right?"

The shorter boy reined in his laughter, which was seemingly a struggle, and looked up to meet Spirit's eyes. He was grinning—another new sight—and his gaze appeared strangely distant even as his green irises seemed brighter from within the wash of red.

"We did it, Spirit!"

Spirit blinked.

"Our third soul!"

Spirit had never seen Stein so excited. In fact, he had never seen Stein excited at all. His heart was still pounding with adrenaline from the fight and its gory aftermath, but he couldn't help the reciprocal smile that parted his lips seeing his meister's elation.

"Heheh... Yeah," he said softly, turning carefully to look at the glowing red orb that hovered above what remained of the deceased creature's chest. "Most kids in our class don't even have one yet."

As Spirit took a step toward the prize he realized he was in hardly a better state of cleanliness than Stein was. It was no real surprise that he was covered in blood too, the whole of his blade having practically skewered the creature from its groin to the top of its skull.  But he tried to put that out of his mind as he reached forward and grabbed the slippery soul out of the air.

Stein was at his side in a moment, the grin mostly having vanished from his face as he watched Spirit with wide eyes. This was something Spirit had noticed with the first two souls as well— that his very young partner seemed to be studying him as he did his duty in the consumption of the kishin egg.

"Can I hold it?"

"What does it feel like going down?"

"Can you feel it inside of you?"

"Does it make you feel different?"

Some of the various questions Stein had asked before ran through Spirit's mind as he gave a nervous chuckle and brought the weightless orb to his lips. He could feel it, and it was definitely doing something to him. But what exactly he couldn't describe, so he kept silent on the matter as he quickly fulfilled his weapon-purpose. The way Stein watched him made him wonder if the meister wouldn't try consuming the soul himself if it was offered. But Spirit didn't want to consider any potential consequences of that.

When he had swallowed the thing he studied his sleeve to find a clean spot before carefully wiping his lips. And when he looked back at Stein, the boy was no longer looking at him but at the pieces of the corpse surrounding them.

"I wonder how the madness transforms them..." the boy wondered aloud.

Spirit stared at his meister, at the way he seemed unfazed by the gory mess. He was perhaps even more interested in the aftermath than he had been in the fight itself. And then Spirit noticed something else.

"Ah, Stein... You have a...thing on your shoulder."

Stein glanced down and then with a sardonic grin flicked a large piece of viscera down to the ground. He looked up and met Spirit's eyes, his gaze distant and elated once more.

"Ahh... L-Let's go home," Spirit said anxiously, hoping the shake in his voice wasn't obvious.

Stein's grin fell, and Spirit realized at once that he'd both been afraid of that sight, and also that he immediately missed it.

Why had this victory caused Stein to laugh and smile?

"All right," Stein agreed, and together they turned back toward the haven of Death City.

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The abode of the Grim Reaper was no stranger to the grotesque, but still the sight of the two blood-covered boys walking the streets at midday had drawn a few stares and mutters of conversation as the pair made their way back to the dormitory at the academy. The sky had grown overcast and the air a bit chilled as an unexpected weather front began to move in across the desert, and it hastened their pace.

They had said little on the walk back, Spirit too distracted by their physical state and Stein having reverted to his usual silence once they had left the field of battle behind. Spirit didn't know how grateful he was for their small, private dorm until the door closed behind them and he was carefully balancing on one foot at a time over the doormat to take off his shoes and socks before walking across the carpeted floor.

"Do you—?"

Spirit stopped abruptly as he realized Stein was no longer beside him. He looked down, and his eyes followed small scuffs of red across light gray carpeting that led straight into the bathroom. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he hurried after his meister.

"Do you want to shower first? You took the worst of it," Spirit said once he'd passed through the door.

There was no response from Stein who was staring into the mirror above the sink, his eyes wide. Spirit pursed his lips. He'd gotten used to the sight on their way back, but it was probably terrifying to his young partner to suddenly see himself covered in the drying blood of their enemy.

Spirit realized at once he didn't want to see the same of himself, but the clothes hamper was next to the tub, and he'd have to pass the mirror to get to it. So after a few moments of steeling himself, he crossed the space in two steps and stood behind Stein.

He wasn't nearly as badly off as the meister, his face only splattered in a few places and any blood in his hair blending in. It was his clothing that had received the brunt of it, and even that was hardly noticeable for his choice of black.

Stein however, looked like a different person. He'd been fairly drenched from head to toe in the creature's blood, and it was all the worse for his choice of white clothing. His face was streaked in thin, dried lines of dark red, and the silver of his hair couldn't even be seen for how much blood had soaked into it.

It was hard to discern the meister's expression in the gray light from the high window above the shower, but Stein hadn't even seemed to notice Spirit come up behind him. His gaze was distant again, but not in the way it had been immediately after they had defeated the opponent. Before he'd seemed almost euphoric, like he was about to fall off of an edge into something joyous. Now he seemed to be on a different edge, and it frightened Spirit just the same.

He cleared his throat softly.

"Look," he said, and Stein blinked and met his eyes through the mirror, "we match."

Spirit lifted his free hand and touched the ends of Stein's hair next to his ear where some of the blood had dried. Stein followed his gaze and fixed it where Spirit's fingers pressed apart the strands, dark flakes falling down to land on his shoulder.

"I'm, uh...just going to put my clothes in the hamper and then you can shower first, all right? I'll run the water for you."

Stein slowly reached up to touch the ends of his hair where Spirit's hand had been. He winced slightly in pain, but Spirit had already turned away and didn't see.

The red-head dropped his shoes next to the tub and quickly divested himself of everything except t-shirt and boxer shorts, being careful to let as little of the bloody evidence as possible end up on the tile. He supposed the hamper may have to be thrown away in the end, too, if it got too bloody.

He started the shower running and was about to leave when something occurred to him.

"Where do you put your shower stuff anyway? You can just leave it in there when you're done, it won't be in my way."

Stein turned slowly from the mirror to face Spirit, saying nothing. His face had returned to the blank mask that Spirit had become accustomed to over the last several weeks since they'd met, and all at once the weapon had a realization.

"Stein... Is this like the meal card thing* all over again?"

A flicker in Stein's gaze told Spirit that was the truth, and he sighed.

"You...don't have any shampoo or anything, do you..."

Stein remained silent in response, reaching up to undo one of the ties on his shirt. But he halted abruptly with a wince of pain, his hand and fingers freezing as if he'd lost control of them.

"Stein?" Spirit said urgently. "Are you okay?"

Spirit stepped closer as he watched Stein flex his fingers, reach again, and then seem to suddenly lose feeling in his hand. Spirit watched the boy's features tense in pain, and his heart raced in alarm.

"What's wrong?"

"My shoulder," Stein finally said, almost absently. Spirit could see thoughts racing behind the meister's eyes, probably trying to determine just as Spirit was when the injury had occurred. And as much blood as Stein was covered in, they wouldn't have been able to see anything.

"Ah... Can I help you?"

Stein seemed to take a moment to process the meaning of Spirit's question, his eyes revealing a spiraling of emotions that happened far too fast for Spirit to begin to identify any of them before the impassive expression was back on the meister's face.

"All right," Stein agreed quietly, sounding uncertain.

Spirit moved slowly as he began undoing the ties on Stein's shirt, at first not entirely understanding how they worked nor able to see them clearly under the blood, and then because he knew his meister wasn't comfortable with the situation. Stein didn't take over partway through as Spirit had expected, and he wondered if his shoulder was hurting worse than it appeared.

With the ties undone, Stein shrugged out of one sleeve and let Spirit pull the other one down. The relief Spirit may have felt at seeing his meister not covered in blood, at least in part, was halted by the sight of a large, blackening bruise across the whole of Stein's shoulder.

"When did that happen?" Spirit asked, running over the fight in his mind. This third monster had been the toughest so far, but he didn't recall when it had gotten the hit in on Stein.

"I don't remember," Stein said, staring down at the bruise.

He tried moving his arm again, bending it at the elbow and turning it slowly in various ways, testing its range. Different things caused pain, and it was clear that he couldn't lift his arm at all. Not that it stopped him from trying, and when he was visibly grimacing from the effort, Spirit intervened.

"Stop," he said anxiously, far preferring his meister's usual impassive expression than seeing him in pain. Stein reached up with his other hand and wiped his brow. Spirit saw the red of the dried blood streak with moisture, and it was then he realized the room was filling with steam from the running shower.

"I... I'll, ah...just... Ah..." Spirit stammered as he arrived at some more realizations.

With Stein's shoulder hurt the way it was, it wasn't likely he'd be able to get himself clean properly. Or at least, not his hair. Which considering the revelation of Stein's lack of toiletries, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised by. Was this why Stein's hair never quite looked clean?

He wondered suddenly if Stein had been using his toothpaste.

Stein reached with his uninjured arm and quickly pulled the toilet lid down and sat heavily upon it, seeming to catch his breath. He finally lifted his eyes to meet Spirit's. He looked tired.

"Would you like some more help?" Spirit finally blurted out.

Stein's brow furrowed.

"What?"

Spirit swallowed anxiously and he grabbed at the bottom of his t-shirt, twisting it as he tried to find the right words.

"I could... Help you wash your hair," he said in a rush, gesturing briefly before grabbing at his shirt again. It was even more strange to see his meister's face and hair coated in blood while his torso was mostly clean, save the horrible bruise.

Stein seemed distracted by something as he thought over the question, his gaze falling away and toward the tub.

"Okay," he agreed, sooner and with more resolve—or perhaps resignation—than Spirit had expected.

Stein stepped over to the tub and with his uninjured arm reached in and pulled the diverter pin. Spirit's brow rose slightly as the shower instantly quieted and was replaced with the roar of the water from the tub faucet.

His brow further rose, and he quickly averted his eyes when without warning Stein thumbed both his pants and underwear down in one motion. Spirit hadn't expected that, but wondered just what he had expected after offering to wash his meister's hair. Spirit glanced back again after hearing what sounded like Stein settling down into the tub and saw the boy adjusting the water's temperature.

Spirit pursed his lips and huffed out a soft breath through his nose. All the boys in their class showered together after their martial arts lessons, among others. But on those occasions there was often a lot of teasing, snapping of wet towels, and among the oldest boys some chatter about girls. It hadn't escaped Spirit's notice that Stein always kept very much to himself in that setting, but he also wasn't really watching.

The small tub was rapidly filling with water, and Spirit focused his gaze when Stein turned his head to look up at him. He quickly pulled off his t-shirt, and when Stein turned away he pushed his boxers down and got into the behind him.

"You like baths?" Spirit said, grabbing his shampoo from the corner.

"Yes."

Spirit was reminded again of his partner's youth and wondered if the boy had ever really used a shower until the academy.

"You took them a lot at home?"

Stein hesitated. "There wasn't a tub."

"Oh."

Spirit looked at Stein's shoulder. The bruise had wrapped around under his armpit and was blooming toward his shoulder blade. He resolved to take his partner to the infirmary after they were both clean and had had a little rest. Then he looked up to Stein's blood-soaked hair.

He had envisioned a quick scrub and a rinse under the powerful stream of the shower, but in the tub it would take much longer. He set the shampoo bottle down again and considered how to proceed.

"I'm going to get your hair wet, okay?"

Stein didn't reply, so Spirit cupped water into his hands and poured it over his meister's head. Stein barely flinched, and Spirit watched as the blood started to come off of the boy in streams of red, pouring down his pale back and into the rising water. The water had already begun to redden just from the blood coming off their skin when they sat down, but now the color bloomed outward across the surface away from Stein's body in wavering tendrils, dissipating into nothing. But it kept coming as Spirit scooped more and more water over Stein's head, and before long the water, while not distinctly a color, was no longer clear.

Stein started reaching for the bar of soap in its caddy, and then glanced back to look at Spirit.

"It's fine. You can use anything of mine you need, Stein."

Spirit continued watching the blood run out of his meister's hair, finally beginning to show some of the silver beneath, as Stein lathered soap over his uninjured arm and his chest and face. When he began cupping water up to rinse his face, Spirit realized he needed to speed up. He poured a little shampoo into his palm, and then hesitated.

"I'm going to shampoo your hair," he said, and Stein had no reaction again until Spirit began trying to build a lather by rubbing his palms across Stein's head. The boy tensed, halting his own cleaning actions as Spirit began rather unskillfully. He suddenly couldn't recall how to wash hair as he watched the suds turning different shades of red under his fingers. He brought up another small scoop of water, and closed his eyes and imagined how he did his own hair. And then going by feel he started working the shampoo through the stained and greasy strands.

After a long moment he felt Stein relax again, and when Spirit opened his eyes the entirety of Stein's head appeared as a solid mass of red-pink. He grinned and pursed his lips to hold back any laughter.

"What?"

His throat seized in embarrassment. He'd been caught.

"Your hair looks like...watermelon bubblegum," Spirit said, lowering a hand so Stein could see the red-pink suds.

If Stein had any reaction, it was unknown to Spirit, and his mirth faded slightly as he resumed lathering the shampoo into the boy's hair. The water around them was turning red and soapy, and Stein apparently realized before Spirit did that the faucet needed to be shut off before the tub became overfull.  Spirit's lips had parted in question when Stein switched the water off, but he closed them and continued his task.

Immediately after the only sounds were the tiny poppings of soap bubbles as Spirit's fingers continued to work through Stein's dirty hair, and then the pouring of water as he tried to rinse it. He went back again for shampoo and poured more directly onto Stein's head this time, realizing the offer to wash wouldn't have been a quick process even with the shower.

"What scent of shampoo do you like?" Spirit asked to break the silence that had fallen with the faucet turned off.

There was a pause as Stein thought. "I don't know."

Spirit scooped more water up and continued working his hands over and through the hair still stained red. He scrubbed his fingers against Stein's scalp in a methodical pattern, moving from front to back and from the sides toward the center, trying to get shampoo all the way to the hair's roots and to get a full coverage since it was clear Stein probably hadn't had a proper washing of his hair after joining the academy.

He rinsed one hand and carefully pulled Stein's hair back from his forehead, not wanting any soap to fall into the boy's eyes.

"Stein... If you're not sure about something, anything at all. Just ask me, all right?"

Stein was silent, and Spirit cupped more water into his hand to pour over the boy's head.

"If you're embarrassed to ask, or something... I'll never make fun of you. And I want you to be happy here. We're in this together."

Spirit cupped more water over Stein's head, but he'd worked the shampoo so thickly into Stein's hair that it was hardly making any difference. He was about to suggest turning the shower on, when Stein turned to look back at him.

"I usually dunk my head."

"Oh."

Spirit had expected Stein to bend forward, but he braced himself on his uninjured arm and then leaned back. Spirit hurriedly scooted toward the rear of the tub to give Stein more space, and then a moment later his meister's face was directly below him and looking up. Spirit swallowed the flutter of nerves that had risen when Stein's hair touched his lap beneath the water, but they were quickly replaced with mirth as the red-orange suds completely surrounded Stein's face in the water like the wig of a clown.

When a chuckle burst from his lips Stein frowned, and Spirit quickly cleared his throat.

"Sorry. Here, you still have blood on your face."

Spirit reached for the bar of soap and put a little on his fingers before reaching down to softly rub at the spots on Stein's cheeks and chin. The meister's lips parted in a clear expression of surprise, but he didn't move and simply received the treatment. He'd lain his injured arm across his stomach, and Spirit noticed him flinch when he tried to lift the limb to assist.

"I'll get it. Don't hurt your shoulder anymore."

Spirit turned the faucet on again in a tiny stream and used the water to wipe the boy's face clean of the last of the evidence that they had brutally slain a monster that day. When he finished Stein looked like he was preparing to move, but Spirit reached his fingers back under Stein's head to resume rinsing his the lather-laden hair.

Stein's lips parted again, and this time his eyes remained focused on Spirit's as the weapon pushed his fingers through Stein's hair in a similar pattern to what he'd done before.

Cleaner now, and floating freely in the water, Spirit noticed that Stein's hair was thinner in texture than his own. He pressed the individual strands through the fingers of one hand as his other raked past the roots of the hair at Stein's scalp. It grew thickly, but was definitely thinner and perhaps softer as well. But that could simply be the water.

On the wall high above, light began falling through the window as the clouds outside must have moved. Stein squinted as the sunbeam fell across his face, and Spirit noticed not for the first time that under bright light the silver of Stein's hair appeared almost translucent in some spots and tinged with lavender in others.

He considered asking if Stein would like his hair conditioned, but for some reason the thought caused nerves to flutter in his chest again so he kept silent and simply pushed the red-pink suds out of the way and continued the effort to rinse Stein's hair, running his fingers gently through the soft strands.

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Both of Stein's shoulders ached, the one from the unexplained injury and the other from the effort it was taking to hold himself up while leaning so far back. He desperately needed to sit forward, but when Spirit had touched his hair again under the water nearly all other thoughts went silent in his mind.

He still couldn't quite shake the unease he felt at being touched so much, but it was a secondary sensation due to the fact the touch itself was so...good.

He couldn't presently recall any time in his life he'd actually wanted someone touching him, and in the past couple of years he'd actively avoided and loathed the thought of anyone doing so. But with his new weapon partner somehow, it was different.

From the first time Spirit had offered him his hand and Stein had taken it, he realized it was something unique. When Spirit had first transformed and the heavy weight of the scythe fell into Stein's sure grip, he realized it was right. And while Spirit had somehow recognized his dislike of being touched outside of when it was necessary in classes or battle, it was still different than anything Stein had experienced in the past.

And Spirit's fingers pressing circles into his scalp, running over and through his hair, had set off something in Stein he'd not known existed before. The touch was soothing a need that rose from somewhere in his chest and extended to every extremity, and after getting past the initial shock, he found himself yearning for the touch, almost panicking that it had ended if Spirit let his hands fall to scoop up water.

Part of him was still on edge, and he assumed that part of him could never be quieted. But even when Spirit had wiped the blood from his cheeks he had wanted to press into it, to tell Spirit to keep doing it and touch more of him even though the thought brought a familiar fear along with it.

He settled for what was offered, not sure if he should ask for more or what the weapon would think if he did. And he was practically grateful too, as the effort to move his shoulder before had made him dizzy and Spirit had probably been entirely correct in assuming he would need help.

Spirit pressed his fingers together into Stein's scalp beneath the water, spread them out and moved them in circles across the whole of his head, and then drew them outward through his hair. He gently shook his fingers in a waving pattern, to rinse the shampoo Stein assumed, and if it weren't for the ache he felt from the effort to keep himself up he wondered if he couldn't have fallen asleep under the soothing touch.

Spirit's expression was focused yet kind as he alternated between looking to his task and then looking back to Stein's face, seemingly to check how he was doing from the slight pinch of concern in his brow. Stein realized he should tell Spirit to take care of himself, the older boy's face still caked in dried blood and his hair tangled and unkempt. But as he was putting together the words in his mind to do so and preparing to relinquish the attention the weapon was giving him, light broke through the window high above and sent a sunbeam directly down onto his face.

Stein was dumbstruck. He could still make out Spirit's smile and the blue of his eyes, but his partner's face was now silhouetted above him, the sun brightly illuminating one side of his head and leaving the other in darkness.

Stein licked his lips and still tasted the faint tang of iron, which sent a different rush across his nerves as the sight of Spirit's hair suddenly made present again that which he'd been giving such effort to washing away.

Dark on his left where the sun couldn't reach, and made darker for being in shadow. A symbol of something finite, and something mortal; something that could be controlled. Dark, like the blood spilled when a life was nearing its end. When it became its base components and nothing more.

But on Spirit's right where the sun shone bright, his hair practically glowed. Vibrant and dynamic and red, and nothing at all like what Spirit had been working so hard to wash away. Nothing like the stains in the soap suds floating in the water, or what was still dried across Spirit's cheeks. Not even the monster's blood after its destruction, still carrying oxygen, looked like this. Because that creature was still dead.

But Spirit was alive.

Stein blinked and took in the full picture that light and shadow painted with Spirit's hair. Dark and static on one side of the weapon's face, but bright and active on the other, transitioning at his crown where the sun's light shone past the older boy's head. His hair was the perfect picture of the cycle of blood as it moved through a body, and Stein's awareness began to slip away as he wondered not for the first time if something was different on the inside of a weapon.

He was barely aware of the pain in his shoulder as he lifted his hand up toward the feathery strands of hair illuminated by the sun. Blood, and life within, was all he could see until his fingers touched the thick of Spirit's hair. And then Spirit's hand was holding his, and Stein felt the pain in his shoulder and winced.

"Stein?" Spirit asked in concern.

"...You need to clean up too," Stein said to cover his lapse, and he watched as Spirit's gaze moved to his wet fingers that had come away with blood from his partner's hair.

"Oh. Yeah," Spirit said, carefully helping Stein lower his arm. He couldn't conceal that it hurt him, and Spirit's expression grew worried as he watched his face. Then with both hands under his shoulder blades, Spirit aided in assisting Stein's trembling form back to a seated position.

He already missed the feeling of Spirit's fingers against his scalp, but the gift of seeing the weapon's lifeblood-colored hair so illuminated had arrested his focus, and he couldn't help but turn around to look again.

At this angle now Spirit's face was completely backlit by the sun, and his hair did glow in a seeming bright red halo around his head. Strands near his cheeks and forehead were still darker, while the rest shone brighter where it floated away until the very edges looked aflame as the sun shone through. Spirit's eyes stood out from this radiance like two teal-blue gems, and as Stein stared for too long he watched Spirit's cheeks color even beneath the flecks of dried blood to match the shade of his hair.

Stein blinked to keep himself in the present and realized he needed to say something before Spirit started asking questions.

"Thank you," was what he managed. And then Spirit smiled.

Stein's mind fell blank as his weapon stared at him with something so...genuine. But before he could begin to process the older boy's expression or the emotions his smile had elicited within him, Spirit was reaching past him to turn the water back on in full.

"You should still use the shower to finish rinsing off, since the bathwater collects all the grime. And ah...when you're done, then I'll clean up."

Stein ran over the words again, understood Spirit's intentions as he watched him depress the diverter and the stream of warm water suddenly came down from above. Stein turned to face the shower head again and slowly stood up. He felt Spirit stand behind him and then heard him step out of the tub and pull the shower curtain the rest of the way closed. He glanced back, but he was alone in the half-full tub with its red-pink soap suds floating atop darker water. He leaned down to pull the stopper to drain the evidence of the afternoon away, and then looked at Spirit's bar of soap as the harsh streams from the shower dripped over his skin.

Spirit had said it was fine.

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Spirit had wrapped his towel around his waist and sat on the closed toilet seat for a moment before gathering Stein's blood-soaked clothes and depositing them in the hamper and pushing Stein's shoes next to his own. They both may need to buy new shoes, he realized.

He further realized that if he didn't take Stein shoe-shopping himself, the meister was likely to go barefoot.

Spirit's brow furrowed. How much of Stein's ignorance was just due to his youth?

He considered the irregularities he'd discovered so far. Stein had come to the academy with only two identical changes of clothes that were more like pajamas than anything substantial, one pair of shoes, and an old toothbrush. He was absolutely brilliant in class, knew how to take care of himself for the most part, but seemed to either not know or not want to ask questions about practical day to day living that he would have assumed Stein had been taught by his parents.

Spirit considered the lack of any belongings, any toiletries, and how Stein had gone without some meals for almost a week and seemed prepared to continue doing so.

Had Stein's family been very poor?

The shower switched off, and Spirit startled as if the meister could hear his thoughts. He grabbed Stein's towel off the rack and had it held up and open as the boy pulled the curtain back, and despite himself Spirit was blushing again. Stein looked surprised both by Spirit's continued presence and by the sudden offer of the towel, but he accepted it, wrapping it around his waist. This unfortunately still left him dripping from head to toe, and Spirit realized he should have left the room to wait.

"Sorry... Ah, here let me..." He took one of the hand towels and surprised the smaller boy yet again by scrubbing it over his head. Stein reacted a few seconds later, lifting both hands and then dropping the one with the injured shoulder. He snatched the towel from Spirit who took a step back in embarrassment, and then dried his face.

When he lowered the towel, blinking and still seeming shocked, Spirit grinned. Stein's hair was sticking every which way now and shone silver in the sunlight.

"Sorry," Spirit repeated as Stein watched him uncertainly, though his grin stayed in place. "Hey, uh..."

Stein stared at him.

"Later or, this weekend maybe...I could take you shopping so you can get your own shampoo, and anything else you need."

Something flashed through Stein's eyes, but it was gone too quickly for Spirit to begin to identify. Embarrassment?

"And I meant it, really. If you need something or if you're not sure about something... You can ask me... Hey, we're partners after all. We're supposed to help each other."

The meister looked like he was searching for a reply and not finding one, so Spirit relieved him of the obligation by reaching out to ruffle his damp, silvery hair.

"But get some rest now. I'll, ah...meet you out there in a bit."

Spirit realized by Stein's wide-eyed look he should have asked before touching his head again, but he'd already apologized twice in the span of about thirty seconds. He hoped the fresh flush to his cheeks spoke for him as he moved past Stein to step into the shower.

He hung his towel and then turned around to start the water running again. But no sooner had he stepped under the warm and relieving stream, than an uncertain voice broke into the new quiet of his thoughts.

"Spirit?"

"Yeah, Stein?"

"...I don't have anymore clothes."

Spirit kept his eyes closed under the water and sighed, but a smile curled his lips upward anyway.

"You can borrow some of mine."

A/N: I guess this was more blood kink than hair in the end? But that's what happens I guess when you don't get to write an idea immediately upon having it and gotta wait several days. Things change. *meal card thing - this takes place in a fic I have yet to write, actually, so if you don't want spoilers stop reading now. The short, only mildly-spoilery version is: as a new student, being a little kid, and based on his past life experiences, Stein thinks the only meals he has access to are on the provided academy meal card, and so he doesn't eat dinner for about a week since it isn't provided.

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So for AAW this year i decided to explore some QPRs since ive never done that before (does that even qualify for AAW?). So without further ado (i'll try to keep it quick) these are the relationships that give me the strongest QPR vibes theres no particular order just a attempted color gradient

1. Joan Watson and Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)

Ive talked about these two before for AAW 2019(?) so ill touch on them briefly (and i'll put the link in the notes). Disclaimer: This is a show that i watched in bits and pieces, almost primarily from reruns. The longterm focus of this show is clearly these two's relationship. In the beginning they were stuck together, and then they chose to be together but they still had issues, at one point they stop talking to each other (like legit didnt talk one of them moved away and they didnt stay in contact), were together with issues again, and then they were primarily okay, and at one point left/fled the country together even though only one of them had to. Throughout the show there are these spoken moments that really tell the depth of their relationship, from either them or other characters. Off the top of my head theres "you named a species of bee after me," "i think shes the person you love most in this world," "i consider you to be a exceptional person. So i make a exceptional effort to accommodate you," "this is your home," "i'll stay. Of course i'll stay," and that line in the picture. They dont seem to struggle that much when it comes to describing their relationship and believe "partners" sums it up best. They live together, see each other as the most important/favorite person in their lives, and are raising a child together.

2. Aziraphale and Crowley (Good Omens)

Im not sure these two count, being not human and all. In the show and in the fandom (and i assume the book) people, and they themselves, struggle to understand their relationship and on top of that they arent supposed to be on good terms with each other (one is a angel and one is a demon). Are they friends? Enemies? Boyfriends? Best friends? Crowley at one point comes to the conclusion that never having Aziraphale in his life again is worse than the end of the world. One of the definitions for a QPR is "undefinable relationship," which fits nicely here.

3. Mako Mori and Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim)

Disclaimer: i havent seen this movie since it was in theaters and therefore dont remember much. If i had know what a QPR was when i saw this movie it would have made so much more sense. One of the background themes is strong relationships (you cant power the robots without it) which includes familial, platonic, and romantic. These two were left ambiguous, all the shots were framed in that typical "they're gonna end up together by the end" way only for nothing to confirm it at the end. It was wonderful. You follow two different gendered strangers who become super important to each other and share all their darkest secrets and memories and give each other soft looks to not end up dating at the end. Wether or not you see it as a QPR its a movie that doesnt erase m/f friendship and thats just fantastic.

[sorry guys its 2am now these paragraphs are gonna be a little shorter]

4. Carol Danvers and Monica Rambeau (Captain Marvel)

Before Carol disappeared it was clear she was living with Maria, her best friend, and helping her raise Monica, Maria's daughter, from a young age. Its clear her "death" greatly effected them.

5. Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Evans (Soul Eater)

I recently rewatched this show and their relationship on the surface seems like Two Kids Who Are Opposites And Dont Like Each Other Are Forced To Do Group Project type relationship but its actually so much deeper. They're roommates and best friends and each think the other one is the greatest person they know. They both have arcs centered around protecting the other. Soul states on multiple occasions that he's not into Maka, and Maka compares their partnership to her parents' marriage but never actually expects or acts like Soul is her boyfriend. Its clear they're gonna stay together for a long time coming.

6. Clint Barton and Kate Bishop (Marvel Comics)

Okay so i could say so much on this but let me start this off with a big Disclaimer: i have not read these comics, all of my knowledge comes from fan works (like the entirety of ao3 and tumblr) and wiki pages. These two. THESE TWO. Ahhh i dont even know what to say because i dont know if this is a thing where fanon versions are entirely OOC. These guys have something like a 12 year age difference, so from the outside their relationship seems weird. People (real or fictional idr) keep trying to slot them into familial roles (big brother and little sister, uncle and niece, dad and daughter) but the truth is they're friends and partners. Ya its a little weird with their age difference but if they were both 10 years older most people wouldn't even notice the age difference. Clint makes it clear to us just how much he loves Kate. She's super important to him. Just looking for pics for this post i saw so many panels displaying how close they are. Idk if its canon or not but fanfic really gave the impression Kate basically lives part time at his place. These two give me vibes that they have the kind of closeness where they could cuddle on the couch together and it wouldnt be weird. And i mean full horizontal doing a balancing act in order to get them both to stay on the couch between the backrest and the edge so they could nap. Like if one of them was married their spouse wouldnt be surprised to wake up in the morning and find them both eating breakfast in their PJs. Like these two would kiss on the mouth but it wouldnt be romantic at all just a way to express emotion. They just give me this vibe thats led to so many headcanons and idek if its canon

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Soul Hero

Soul Hero by Animesearcher

At The school weapon mister academy were many hero's their main jobs were to stop the evil souls that attacked the innocent, they saved many lives but their goal was to rise to the top to be the number one hero! There was a certain squad that was different from the rest this squad has the hero's midoria who is a mister boy very strong but neither weak by his side his weapon Todoroki and Kirishima who knows what manly truly means by his side Bakugo with ma y troubles facing this squad ahead will they Work together to rise to the top or will only a pair rise find out!

(I do not own Boku no hero academia or soul eater I'm just a person that loves writing fanfic, this also contains yaoi, bl , boy x boy if you do not like that your at the wrong place!)

Words: 1382, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kaminari Denki, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: kiribaku, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Cute Kirishima Eijirou, Witch, Evil, Todoroki Shouto is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto are Best Friends, tododeku, izuku, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Battle

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39830400

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Safe And Happy (One Shot)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (Barbara)

Warning: Language. Fluff. Minor Injury. Zombie Apocalypse. Gun shot. Persecution. Please, say if I miss something.

Author's Note: My second fanfic, YAY! Henry is not a celebrity in this fanfic. Duh! It's a zombie apocalypse so it's kinda obvious but I wanted to say it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy it and reblog if you do. I'm all ears to feedback!

Tag List: @lexyvaldez26 @thereisa8ella @natura1phenomenon @mrsavery @number1chonie @themanfromu @littlefreya @legendarywizarddetective @lovingbearherringhairdo @zealoushound @deangal-101 @everydaymultifandom @summersong69 @jgtfvhsg @tellingyouastory @sillyrabbit81 @nuggsmum @pussyverson @oh-for-fic-sake @foodieforthoughts @fanficlover91 @r-t-doll @its--fandom--darling @poledancingdinos @hlkwrites @rmtndew

Summary: The world is a dangerous place now, but in the arms of the man she loves, she always finds security.

Barbara's P.O.V

Shit. I miss when the world used to be good. It was never perfect but no doubt it were way better than now.

An zombie apocalypse, who could have imagined that this could actually happen? Who knew that one day I would be armed, with a "beautiful" wound on my leg, hiding in an abandoned store, running away from a horde of about fifty zombies, crazy and thirsty for some human flesh.

I got hurt entering here, there was a piece of wood that grazed my leg, but luckily I had some bandage on the bag, I tied it to my leg to stop the blood. I looked at my leg and sighed, frustrated with myself.

"What the fuck dressing did you do, huh? My man is going to be pissed"

I live with my boyfriend, well husband, wasn't exactly official but we are together, he's amazing with dressings, but of course, I never pay attention when he tried to explain it to me. I'm hiding, trying to calm my breathing and think of a new plan, I don't know if I'll be able to run with my leg like that, but I think partially, it's really my fault. I'm often on those situations, I have my skills but I might not be the best, I still remember when I meet my boyfriend, on this type of shit cliche situation, today I don't complain for being dumb back there..

We met a year ago, I was running away.. again. I remember going into a dead end street, my gun had only two bullets left, I managed to kill some of those brain eaters, but I had about ten still behind me. I was already out of breath and couldn't think of anything else.

It was all very fast, suddenly my hero appeared, super skilled, I can't say where he came from but he managed to cut the heads of some of them, cut one in half, he stopped in front of me and fired with a super powerful machine gun, spilling a little blood and a disgusting substance on both of us.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

He spoke to me after all those butchers fell dead. I was in shock but in seconds, I regained consciousness and was able to notice the man in front of me.

Broad back, fair skin, incredibly neat curly hair, a sharp jawline that could cut my soul, kissable lips.. a beautiful ax, a weapons in the waistband and at least two powerful shotguns in the back. The sun was setting and the light reflected in his eyes. The brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. There was a small brown part in one of them, I had heard about cases of heterochromia, but it was the first time that I saw it right in front of me.

"Your eyes are so beautiful.."

He laughed softly and a little shy. The sweetest laugh I've heard. Oh God, he's so wonderful, I think I died and went to heaven and that angel came to receive me. Maybe I'm not too unlucky after all.. wait, what did I just said? Oh fuck, what a good way of cause a first impression. First you almost die then act like a dumb ass needy teen. I rolled my eyes realizing what I done and he touched my arm.

"Thank you, you're beautiful too.. but are you hurt? What are you doing all by yourself?"

I nodded looking down and blushing red like a tomato.

"Huh I'm fine. I was searching for a place to stay. I heard on radio there was a small group of survivors around here. I'm always alone, so I decided to look for it but I obviously didn't payed attention on the munition I had before risking my butt."

He giggled and soft touched my cheek, wiping away some of the dirty. Gosh, I'm not going to handle and he's not making it easy..

"So it's your lucky day, pretty girl. I am from that group of survivors. They always told me to go round and look for possible new survivors."

I looked at him frowning.

"Now it's my time to ask. All by yourself? Why?"

And he smirked, looking like a made a silly question. Your hot bastard.

"I'm a prepared person. Not bragging but I always check my munition"

Touchee. I crossed my arms looking at him, trying to keep my posture but I was really melting inside.

We heard a loud noise, making us concerned. He grabbed my hand and started walking.

"It doesn't seem far, we must walk. Let's go"

"Where are you taking me? I.. I don't even know your name?"

I stopped moving and he stopped looking a little mad then he sighed.

"I will take you to our shelter. I saved you, you can trust me. We both need a bath and some rest.. and I'm Henry."

He said smiling and I nodded starting to walk by his side.

That day, he took me to the survivors. There were at least four people, some couples and children, all of whom welcomed me very well. But despite that, I thought about leaving the next day, I was always alone and until then, it was how I wanted to be and I would be like this today, if Henry hadn't insisted that I stay. I said I would stay for some days but during that, he convinced me to stay for more weeks and when I realized, we were closer than ever. Actually, those days made me found love. One of the guys of the shelter was a priest before the world was destroyed, Henry and I decided to get married and so it happened. Simple but a beautiful ceremony.

After a few years, we both decided to leave, maybe it was not a smart idea in the current situation, but we were certain of it, so we did. It was difficult, at first from hiding to hiding, sleeping on uncomfortable places, sometimes without enough food for both, we almost died a few times but together, yes, we were unbeatable. But finally, we got a place, safe enough to call home.

Henry's P.O.V

One hour left. I trust her, she's a little clumsy but my girl knows what to do, I taught her some tricks when we met but still, my heart is desperate. Today I received a radio message, it was Stuart, a partner, we have known each other since I was part of a group of survivors, he provided us with food, ammunition and weapons from time to time, even now that I am no longer part of the group, he's a great friend. I always went to get it, alone, I didn't want to risk seeing my Barbara hurt. But today, Stuart said he couldn't come, because of some injuries, so I would have to go, but Barbara decided that her chance to do it this time.

"Barbara.. baby, you don't have to.."

I remember I said trying don't sound like I was doubting her capacities.

"Well on my mind, I do need. You always do that, I feel useless, I'm no princess in danger, i can do that"

I got closer touching her back while she packed her bag with "travel" supplies. She looked at me, touched my face and smiled. I love this smile.

"I'll be alright, I know that area is dangerous but you know I know the way and I had a good survivor teacher"

She said and wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her feeling defeated. She never had to say much to convince me of anything. I know she was feeling bad about me doing the hard work and I think she deserves a chance. I need to show I really trust her.

"I will be counting the seconds.."

I sighed and she smiled widely packing my lips many times. She grabbed her bag, her gun and went through the door but before leaving she looked at me one last time.

"I love you"

We both said at same time, making our hearts beat at same rhythm.

She gonna be alright, I know.. at least I hope.

Barbara's P.O.V

I heard a small noise that made me wake up. I dozed off for a while when I expected the horde to calm down and preferably leave. I got up and checked outside by one of the windows. Empty. Thank God. My leg didn't hurt so much anymore, but the fact that the street was clean was a relief to m. I wouldn't have to run, just be careful.

I opened my bag and ate a chocolate bar. Stuart wasn't lying when he said that had good things this time, I got things I hadn't ete in years. I left the store quickly after eating and started walking my way back home.

I was almost closer, I smiled seeing my home. Finally, safe house. when I got on the home's street, had three zombies, between me and my house. Great.

I tried to carefully pass behind them, I was almost there, but again, I didn't pay enough attention, I tripped over something and fell to the floor, over my injured leg, I couldn't contain the scream. They heard and were already walking towards me. F U C K M E.

I looked at my house. It's not so far, I can do it. I ran, fast as I could, my leg was hurting a lot, the bandage already red with my blood but I did it. I could climb the special secret passage through the wall and done. I layed in the grass for a second trying to recover my breath, closing my eyes, finally feeling safe then something fell on top of me. I got scared until I could open my eyes. A beast. A fluffy beast.

"Hey Kal, you scared me baby"

I hugged the big black and white American Akita. It's mine and Henry's dog, our loyal companion, our dog son. We found him on our away to find a new safe place, he were a little injured on the front paws. Of course we felt in love with him and took care of him, we had to keep him and we did.

I petted him a little more before getting up.

"Alright, mommy needs a good break now. Promise to play later. Where's daddy? He had a heart attack?"

Oh he will when see my situation. I walked to inside our house and pulled the food supplies on the kitchen. I was focused until I hear the shower on bathroom upstairs. I smiled.

"What a good way of relax, huh?"

I walked upstairs, taking off my clothes though the way. When I opened the bathrooms door, I was fully naked. Oh that vision. My man, all naked.. that furry defined abs, those strong muscles.. that round booty.. and that big veiny dick, shit, even soft he's huge.. I'm so freaking lucky.

I licked my lips and tried to close the door softly but i ended up making noises.

"Thought I had told you need to be stealthy"

When I turned around, he was looking at me, with those gorgeous eyes that left me speachless since first time. Then he's face changed to worried and I realized he were looking at my wounded leg.

"Barbara, what the fuck just happened?"

I rolled my eyes then got into the shower with him. Before he could say something, I kissed him softly. He kissed me back of some type of way that I could feel how worried he were. Was a intense kiss, our tongues battling against each other, oxygen wasn't this necessary for us at this point. He quickly grabbed me tight and gave me a little boost then I had my legs wrapped around his waist. We ended our kisses with soft pecks and smiles. I looked at him. He had one hand around my back and another softly rubbing closer my wound.

"Hey are you alright, princess?"

I smiled way more with his soft voice and nodded.

"Yes, now I'm safe and happy"