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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 5 months ago

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hello! i want to request something 🙏🏻

I want to request what bleach male think when y/n wearing formal suit (covered completely)but the skirt is too short and so tight

Fandom: Bleach

Genre: Headcanons

Rated: 18+ maaayyybeeee 16+ since it isn't too inappropriate.

warnings: slight nsfw

Admin Wisteria🐯: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for requesting!

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Various Bleach Men's Reaction to s/o wearing a very short skirt headcanons:

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Byakuya Kuchiki:

● At first, Byakuya wouldn’t notice a thing that is, until you dropped something and he happened to look over to see *gasp* Your panties!

● Does a complete double take.

● In his mind he is thinking, ‘What the actual hell?’

● But he is nice to you on the outside because he is a gentleman.

●”Dear, isn’t that skirt a bit too…short?”

● He is blushing to say the least. It’s even worse that your buttocks was a jumpscare to him.

● Your answer to his question will depend on his mood.

● If you apologize and put on a longer skirt then he will be happy but if you tease him and ignore it then he will be salty for the rest of the night.

● But the best of both worlds is you teasing him and then just change your skirt to a longer one because there is nothing wrong with teasing him.

● I highly recommend it myself.

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Sosuke Aizen:

● His eyes will go slightly wide, when he sees you in a tight skirt.

● He’s taking in your perfect body in it.

● Will act as a gentleman as much as possible.

●”But deep down he is like, ‘AWOOGA’

● Won’t ask you to change your skirt, but instead will get a little protective if you are around other people.

● He will be staring at you all night long.

● And if you catch him and wink at him then you both already know how the night is going to end.

● He will sneak in touches and squeeze your bum.

● Then later, he is going to take that sexy skirt off and -*insert profanities here*

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Ichigo Kurosaki:

● Even as an adult he still gets a bit flustered when you are wearing a short skirt.

● I personally would wear the short skirt to further tease him because he is so fun to tease.

● Like, purposely bend over so he can see your ass in those cute panties that he loves.

●His face will be red as a strawberry.

● Him: “W-what? W-why are you wearing that short skirt?!”

You: “Because it’s cute, Duh Ichi!”

● He will kindly ask you to wear a longer skirt, of course he will say because he doesn’t want others to see you like that but I think we all know what he means.

● It’s more for his sake rather than yours.

●Once he cools down and you do put on a longer skirt I encourage you to tease him.

● Yeah, he will be blushy and grumbily for a bit but it makes it all the more funny.

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Toshiro Hitsugaya:

●”No.” That is the end of the conversation between you and him.

● He doesn’t want to play parent but no. He isn’t going to let you go out dressing like that.

● He is 100% sure Rangiku dared you or to do this crazy thing because you should have known he would not allow this.

● “Come on Toshi, it’s just a skirt nothing more, nothing less.”

●”No.” Short, simple and to the point. He will not argue about it because he knows you have sense that’s why he is dating you.

● You weren’t going to say anything but you totally notice how red he was through the whole conversation.

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Kenpachi Zaraki:

● Honestly, My mans has no shame.

●He loves how the skirt looks on you.

●And those thighs… and your ass…

●He is grinning from ear to ear.

●Will definitely tease you for wearing something so riskay.

●”Are you trying to get my attention? Because you certainly did, you’re so naughty~.”

● Be prepared to be spanked, and grabbed all night.

● No shame. No shame. No shame.

● Will totally let you go out like that, because if anyone does something to you, he can just kill them.

● And now he has something to stare at all night.

●Will probably make you leave the event early so you guys can- *censored* *Censored* *censored*.

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Ulquiorra Cifer:

●Honestly he has no idea what to think about the skirt.

●At first he sees nothing wrong with it.

●Even if you bent over to show him your panties. Nothing.

●Honestly you finally get a reaction when someone else actually touches you.

● That’s when he his mind goes, ‘Wait- that’s illegal.’

●Will kill the offender in question without remorse for touching you like that.

●After killing them he will walk up straight up to you and says sternly to never wear anything like that again.

●And he will go on and on about how it is only for your protection and you will have to more than that to get him to...”be aroused”.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez:

●He will be very confused.

●He probably will wonder why your skirt is so short or too tight.

● If you tell him it’s something you want to try out for fashion or whatever then he will just be like, okay, and move on.

●But if you perfectly bend over and he sees your panties he would not know how to react.

●Not because of arousal, just pure confusion.

●”Why is your underwear showing…?”

● You would have to explain to him why you did it on purpose.

●Still wouldn’t understand the big deal until something similar happens just like with ulquiorra.

●The offender touches you and Grimmjow kills them.

●Will tell you to never wear anything like that infront of anyone else again.

● But hey, he didn’t say you couldn’t wear anything like that with just him. wink wonk.

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hayakawalove · 8 months ago

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Wisteria and Ciabatta

Part Two

Summary: Traveling merchant Suguru has led a relatively tame life thus far. Growing his flowers, baking his bread. One day, when he ventures out further than normal he comes across something more beautiful than all the flowers in the world. You.

A/N: I'm not really sure where this came from. I don't expect it to get a huge reaction, just because it's like way niche. But I couldn't get this out of my head. I am like pretty certain there will be a part two with smut, but this first chapter is just very sweet. This chapter can be read alone, you won't need to read the next one if you don't want to. Suguru is a loserboy in this but I like him that way. Enjoy!

CW: SFW, food, fluff

W/C: 5,608

The forest was quieter than usual today, he couldn’t help but notice. Suguru had become well acquainted with the sounds of the forest over the years. He traversed them for work often, always traveling from town to town to sell his flowers and bread. Flowers from his own backyard, and bread made to perfection from his own two hands. He enjoyed the way people's faces lit up when they saw the beautiful flora or when the food passed their lips. Suguru had to go out of his way today, venturing out further than normal. He didn’t sell as much as he wanted to in the towns near his home, so he figured he may as well see if anyone else would be interested.

Lavender, Hydrangea, Yarrow.

Suguru ran the list through his mind repeatedly. The basket he carried beside him held heaps of flowers, all trimmed to perfection. Along with the flowers he had several loaves of bread.

Dutch, Rye, French.

His footsteps slow when he notices a cluster of homes come into view. It was a small town, one he had never been to before. There couldn’t have been more than 50 buildings, but they were all full evident by the smoke rising from each chimney. His feet fall onto the stone path as he makes his way to the first house. When he knocks, he plasters a smile on his face. He had danced this routine many times before, always donning a careful mask when interacting with potential customers.

“Hello?” An old man opens the door carefully. He must have been twice as short as Suguru.

“Hello, I’m selling flowers and bread. Would you be interested in buying any?”

The man opens his mouth to decline when a woman’s voice sounds out behind him.

“Who is that?”

She hobbles into view, situating herself beside what Suguru can only assume is her husband.

“This fellow is selling flowers and bread, I was just going to-“

“You never buy me flowers anymore!”

Suguru averts his gaze, training them on the floor below. He doesn’t mind being there while they argue, but he’s learned that an unwanted ear can make people uncomfortable.

The old man grumbles before walking away further into the house to grab his money. Suguru can feel her eyes wandering over him. He digs his hand into his basket and produces a Hydrangea.

“On the house.” He speaks quietly, winking at her.

Her face flushes as she takes the flower, admiring the color. Her husband comes back and counts his cash before handing it to Suguru who doesn’t bother counting it. He grabs a heap of flowers, all three types tossed in, before handing them to the man.

“Thank you, sir.” Suguru smiles before stepping back, watching him give the flowers to his wife.

An adorable moment by nature. It almost feels too vulnerable to see the look of love on the old woman’s face as she receives the gift.

Suguru continues on to the next house, selling flowers and bread as he goes. He went to every house in town until there was only one remaining.

He walks up to the dwelling, knocking on the door and waits patiently for whoever’s living there.

The door opens, your body standing there.

If you asked Suguru a day ago what he thought the most beautiful thing was he would say a dicentra or maybe even tulips. That was before he saw you. Your cheeks like petals, soft and plump. You also had eyes that shined brighter than the early morning dew that clung to his garden. You were magnificent. You were the most beautiful flower he had ever seen.

“Hello?”

Suguru never found himself speechless. Throughout his life he had found himself in a multitude of situations that would warrant it, but he wasn’t, not even once. He had trained himself on how to smile and talk to people, he prided himself on it. No one was too hard to talk to.

Until he met you.

His lips refused to cooperate with him, throat muddled up. You look up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

“I’m selling homemade bread and flowers.”

Idiot.

That’s what he decided to say? Not even a proper hello first?

“Oh, lovely. I was hoping to make something for dinner but didn’t have anything around the house. How much for the bread?” You ask, digging in your pocket for money.

Suguru tears his eyes from you, a painful task, and opens his basket. Most of his inventory was gone. He did have a loaf of Dutch bread at the bottom of the basket, the sight of it mocking him. He couldn’t give you that. It was no longer fresh, and it was cold to the touch. He couldn’t give you it.

You pull out your hand, palm cupped with money.

“I’m out of bread.” He finds himself saying.

Your brow raises. A beat passes before you speak.

“Okay, what about flowers?”

He wordlessly thanks your graciousness. In his basket he finds two Yarrows. All of his flowers were beautiful, but he found himself cursing God for not making anything more beautiful.

Suguru holds them up to you, fighting back a whimper when your hand grazes him as you pluck the stems from his grasp.

“How much?”

“You don’t have to pay.”

He would never force you to pay for anything, especially not something that could never rival your beauty.

He watches your lips slowly morph into a smile.

“You’re an interesting merchant.”

He’s sure you’re making fun of him, but he doesn’t care. His cheeks feel hot as he looks into your eyes.

“I was planning on visiting this village again tomorrow, I will bring more bread then.”

He wasn’t planning on visiting this village again until now. It had been a random stop he never was going to make again.

Your eyes flit down to the Yarrow, admiring them.

“You know where to find me.”

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Suguru’s feet hurt when he finally arrives back home. He wants to go to bed but he can’t. Not when he needs to make bread for you. Usually he had extra dough laying around, but he didn’t. Even if he did, he would’ve preferred to make it fresh. He works tirelessly as he prepares the dough, pouring all his love into it. Flour cakes under his fingernails, his palms hurting from kneading the dough for so long.

He wouldn’t dream of complaining. Not when he knew who this was for. He didn’t even catch your name. Once he knew it, he would spell it in the stars so everyone did too.

Suguru barely gets any sleep. It was a concoction of baking and nerves. His house smells like bread while he walks around, preparing for his long journey ahead. He searched in his kitchen before finding a small jar of homemade strawberry jam. One of his neighbors, a kind elderly widow, had made it for him. They often traded breads and jams, occasionally sharing them outside when the weather was right.

Once everything was ready, he placed it all in his basket before setting off into the forest again.

The walk was way faster than he remembered it being. His mind was too clouded with thoughts of you. He enters the town, making his way directly to your house first thing. He wasn’t even really sure if he was going to go to the other houses after.

The door rattles with his fist, and he wills the butterflies going off in his body to settle down.

If he had at all been worried your beauty was a fluke, which he wasn’t, his worries certainly died down the moment he looked at you for a second time.

You’re just as beautiful the second time around as you were the first.

Your chest was heaving with sweat lining your forehead. You must’ve been hard at work. Doing what, he wondered?

“It’s you.”

“It’s me.” He responds with a smile. ��Much more prepared this time, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t want to tell you he stayed up until the sun rose to prepare your bread.

A sly grin breaks across your face. You lean against the door frame, your eyes sliding down his figure. Suguru can feel his skin tingling with each inch your eyes covered.

“What have you brought for me today?”

Suguru holds up his basket and reveals the fresh bread. It was a simple loaf of wheat bread, and although it was basic, it was renowned as his best selling one. He feels his heart flutter the second the scent reaches your nose, your face lightening up.

“That smells wonderful.”

“Tastes wonderful too, or so I’ve been told.”

You open the door a bit more, revealing the rest of the house behind you. It was humble, an aboad that was probably common in these parts of town.

“Why don’t you come in and share it with me?”

The offer stops Suguru in his tracks. Out of all the things you could have said to him, he wasn’t expecting that.

The first thought that crosses his mind is flattery. You want to eat with him?

The second feeling that follows after is worry. You want to eat with him, and he’s a stranger.

“You hardly know me.” He speaks.

The idea that you would open your door to just anyone frightened him a bit. What if it was someone with bad intentions?

“What’s your name?”

You don’t look afraid, even though Suguru feels you should be.

“Suguru.”

You toss his name across your brain several times. You say your name back and step away, letting him come in.

“Now you know my name and I know yours. Share it with me?”

He's touched by your kindness, but still mildly unnerved at the idea you might do this for someone with unsavory motives.

It’s hard to refuse your offer, so he finds himself stepping in after you. The close proximity whisks his breath away but you hardly notice. You don’t even spare him a glance as you head over to your table.

You sit down and look up at him, waiting for him to join you. He places the basket on the table before rummaging around, pulling the loaf out.

“I also brought more flowers, in case you were interested.”

“Will you let me pay this time?”

“Maybe.” No, he wouldn’t.

Suguru didn’t need any form of payment. As long as he got to see the joy on your face again, that was all he needed.

You grab a knife and begin to slide through the loaf, slicing several pieces for the two of you. He wondered if you were able to tell he made the bread fresh for you. Did the warmth of it tingle your fingers? Could you feel the love that seeped from it?

Suguru pulls out the jam and sets it aside.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“My neighbor made it. It’s strawberry.”

You pick up the jar, eyes gliding across the glass in amazement.

“Where do you live? The people in this town don’t bake bread or make jam. Maybe I should move to your town.” You joke.

Don’t say that, he thinks. If you say that, he might beg you to.

He hardly knows you, yet he’s finding himself completely entranced by you. He aches to learn more.

“A town further South. A couple hours at most.” He keeps his eyes trained down on your hands, watching as you spread the jam on the bread.

Only when the silence stretches on for too long does he rip his eyes from your fingers, looking up.

He doesn’t know whether he should be startled or not at the face you’re making. Your eyes are open wide, like you’re looking through him.

“Hours?” You repeat.

Suguru nods, his brows raising.

“I didn’t see a horse.”

“I walked.”

You stutter a bit before placing the knife down, pushing the plate in the middle of the table. Suguru’s eyes drift down, the intimacy of sharing a dish not lost on him.

“I could never walk that long.” You murmur, picking up a piece of bread, raising it to your lips.

Suguru tries not to stare at the way your lips part, but it’s difficult.

“It’s not that bad.” He pulls his piece up to him, taking a bite.

“Not everyone has such long legs.” You say around the food.

Suguru’s mouth perks up, a smile gracing his features. He was used to people commenting on his height, but he felt an extra ounce of pride when you were the one saying it.

You mumble around the food, hand flying up to cover your mouth.

“Suguru, this is wonderful!” Excitement seeps from your words and Suguru’s heart jumps.

“Thank you.” He dips his head down, suddenly bashful.

The two of you share the meal, words flowing flawlessly between you.

“It’s a shame that my father isn’t here, I’m sure he would love this as much as I do.” You comment.

Suguru leans back, not sure if this is a touchy subject.

“He’s just out of town today, I’ll share some with him when he comes back. Maybe.” You smirk.

“What does he do for work?”

“He helps people get their farms up and running. I think he traveled to help a young couple get theirs set up.”

Suguru begins to daydream about owning a farm with you. Would you adore his flowers as much as he did? Would you let him do all the work? He wouldn’t mind it, he preferred it.

He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help the infatuation that grew in his heart.

Besides, Suguru never was one to love normally or calmly.

“I was trying to clean the house before he returns, but I must admit I’m having a hard time reaching things.”

“Would you allow me to help? I’ve got long legs, you know.”

A song floats over to his ears, a song built on your laughter. He could get used to that.

“I couldn’t make you do that. I already dragged you inside to eat with me. I’m sure you have much more important things to be doing.”

Never, he thinks. Nothing would be more important than this.

“It’s okay.” He says plainly.

He watches as you seem to be debating inside your head. You give up, standing up to carry the dishes to the sink.

“I would love help changing out the candles.” You say sheepishly.

Suguru waits as you leave to go find the extra candles, his head racing with thoughts. After you finished, there would be no reason for him to stay. He would have to go back home. He wanted to stay and talk with you more. Your words facisnated him. He felt like a child, the way he longed to hear you tell him stories. He didn’t want to go home. Not when being with you felt more like home than his own ever did.

“I found them.” You speak, snapping him out of it.

You guide him around the house, showing him every spot that needed a new candle.

It should be a simple task for him. He finds it increasingly difficult, however. He feels your eyes bore into him each time he reaches up, making his heart pound. Even though it’s easy to do, he’s just replacing old candles, he almost feels like he’s never done anything so hard before. He can feel the way your eyes track his movement, almost making it impossible to focus. His linen shirt suddenly feels too hot, as he tries to keep his eyes on his hands.

“There, how does that look?”

You stare at the metal candle holder for a minute before nodding, a soft hum coming from your lips.

“It looks wonderful, Suguru.”

He decides no one has ever said his name as beautifully as you do.

He steps back, following you towards the kitchen. He can tell that he needs to leave, but a small part of him is upset at that fact.

“Will you be in town anytime soon? I’d love to purchase more bread, if that’s alright.” You stare at him as he gathers his things.

He nods, and looks down at you.

“I can come back in several days.”

“Fantastic, I’ll be looking forward to it.” You say happily.

So will I, Suguru thinks.

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Suguru leans back, watching you chew a new recipe he tried for bread. So far, so good, he thinks. Your lips are played in a smile as you taste it, swallowing it with a sigh.

“I don't think you can make something bad.”

“Is that a challenge?” Suguru jokes.

“One you’d fail, I’m sure.”

Your flattery causes his heart to race, a throb settling deep in his chest.

“I wish I could bake like you.” You say.

“I could teach you, if you’d like. It isn’t that hard.”

Your eyes flash with excitement and Suguru has to swallow the knot that forms in his throat.

“You can?”

Yes, anything for you.

“Sure. I can bring the ingredients tomorrow.”

You jump up and down in your seat, chattering away to him about all that you want to do with the bread. Are you aware of how you make his stomach twist? He thinks there’s no way you are.

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When Suguru comes the next morning he has a burlap sack filled to the brim with ingredients, all for your bread. You open the door the second he knocks it, taking him by surprise.

“I apologize, I didn’t sleep much last night.” You say all giddy, opening up the door more.

Suguru steps inside and follows you to your table. You already have it set up according to how he told you. There’s bowls and spoons, all perfectly set. His hair is already tied back, so all he needs to do is roll up his sleeves.

He stands next to you, reading out what ingredients to add next. He watches over your shoulder as you eagerly mix, chuckling to himself when some of it spills out the sides.

“Slowly, sweetheart.” He murmurs.

You apologize quietly, following his order of slowing your hand down.

It was looking good, but now was the time to start getting your hands dirty.

“The next step is to knead it. You do this by placing it on the table, and pressing your hands into it.” Suguru explains, watching you scrap the bowl and plop the dough in front of you.

“Mmm like this?” You ask, folding it over itself.

“Just like that, a little more pressure.” He adds.

Without even thinking, he reaches his arms on either side of you, correcting your form to knead it harder. His hands hover over yours, pressing your palms down more against the plush dough.

“You have big hands.” You chuckle, and suddenly Suguru’s aware of what he’s doing.

“Oh, my bad. I shouldn’t have-“

“No, it’s okay. You should keep your hands there, so I don't mess up.” You correct him.

You turn your head over your shoulder, looking at him. His face is unbearingly close to yours, heat from your cheeks radiating off and scorching his face. He looks deep into your eyes before you’re quickly looking back down, watching the bread below your hands.

Suguru berates his heart as he helps you, hoping it slows down. That moment with you kept repeating in his mind, over and over again.

He snaps out of it when you squeal, pulling the bread from the oven. The top of it is perfectly golden, the smell of it filling your tiny kitchen.

“Look, Suguru!” You say, placing it down.

He looks over the top of your head and smiles.

“It looks good, let’s wait for it to cool before we try it.”

He would have liked to wait a little longer, afraid it would burn your tongue, but he couldn’t say no with the way you were tilting back and forth, begging to cut into it. Suguru takes the liberty, pouring the bread from the pan before sliding a knife down the side of it. It cuts smoother than butter, steam wafting up from it.

“Okay, let’s try it.” Suguru raises a small piece, holding it in his hand as he lifts it to your mouth.

The heat soaks into the pads of his finger tips, but he’d much rather get burned than you. You look down and blow on the bread, Suguru has to force himself not to gasp at the air caressing his skin. You look up at him and take a bite, smiling as crumbs dust your lips.

“It’s so good!” You murmur around the mouth full of food.

Suguru uses his other hand to lift up a separate piece, taking a slight nibble. It was fantastic. Sweeter than the bread he made, he wondered if that was just because you were the one who created it.

“You may put me out of business.” He jokes.

You pull your piece from his hand, holding it tightly next to your face. A shame, he thinks. He would’ve preferred for you to keep eating from his palm. Did that say something about him?

“I might, you better watch over your back.” You say, eating the rest of your bread with a grin.

“I will.” Suguru says back, treasuring the way the food melts on his tongue.

~~~

“Hey Suguru?”

The two of you have settled into a comfortable routine, as he had visited a couple of more times, always sitting in your kitchen to share a plate of bread with you.

He flicks his eyes up to you before looking back down.

“Is the forest dangerous?” You finish.

Suguru takes a moment to think. He’s never thought about it before. His feet have carried him through the trees for countless years.

“Not really. The only thing you have to look out for is bandits.”

He takes a moment to appreciate the way you’re gaping at him.

“I’ve never seen any though. Just know they’re out there.”

“They’d be a fool to try to rob you.” You mutter under your breath.

Suguru lets out a quiet chuckle. Any reason to point out his height, you’d take it.

“As children we’re warned not to go in too deep.” You mumble.

“I can bring you if you like? They have some Gardenia’s there, not too deep in. We can go and get them if you want?”

“You’d keep me safe from bandits?”

Yes, you don’t even have to ask. He’d go toe to toe for you.

“Of course.”

The more he got to know you, the more Suguru grew to like you, really like you. It was no longer infatuation, it grew into something more beautiful and large.

He notices you dip your head down at the tone of his soft voice. You have a few habits he’s picked up on. One of them is every reaction you have to his words. You like to poke and prod him, but the second he pushes back or uses a specific tone you look away, teeth nibbling on your lip. It’s adorable, he thinks.

~~~

You both decide to go to the forest tomorrow. He decides to stay in your town overnight because there would be no point in making the long trek back to his only to come back tomorrow morning. You offered a bed in your house, knowing your father would not have it, but Suguru declined. It would be improper, he told you. He had never felt his body fight so hard against him before. Even though it’s hard for him to say no, he doesn’t relent. He ends up staying at the only Inn in town. It was a normal house, with five extra rooms spread out. His host was a sweet older woman who insisted on helping carry his bags to his room. The act pained him, but he knew better than to tell a woman no.

As he lay in bed that night he stared up at the ceiling, thoughts of you curling around his mind.

You were here, in this town.

Suguru wakes up earlier than you do. His eyes crack open the second the sun shines through, his body restless. There was so much to show you, he didn’t know where to begin. Along with that, he felt the early onsets of fear begin to take hold. He had never thought about bandits before, but now that you mention it he couldn’t shake the idea. What if there were some when you went out? He wasn’t afraid of taking care of you. He knew he could do that. He just didn’t want you to see something ugly. He feared he would never forgive himself.

Suguru walks to your house, stopping a short ways away outside to linger near a bunch of trees. He didn’t want to intrude, and he had no idea what you’ve told your father about your relationship with him.

What was your relationship with him?

Friendly, he thought. You had always welcomed him with a smile. However there were lingering touches and stolen glances over fresh bread, conversations floating across your tongues easily. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. There was a chance you thought nothing of him, treating him as you would anyone else.

“Suguru!”

His head shoots up the second his name falls from your lips.

“I apologize for making you wait.” You say, stopping short in front of him.

You look like you got together hastily, sleep marks imbedded in your flesh with several of your hairs out of place.

Did you know how perfect you were?

“I wasn’t waiting long, are you ready to go?”

Suguru smiles at the excitement spreading across your face. He knew the flowers were in bloom, but he wasn’t sure they could rival you.

As the two of you walk, you take careful calculated steps as you notice the weather. It was sunny without being too temperamental. You could hear laughter of the village children carrying over the wind to you. Suguru listened to you as you rattled on, occasionally dropping his input, but he much preferred to listen.

When the trees started to get thicker Suguru noticed you start to walk closer to him. It was cute, the way you looked towards him for shelter and protection.

“I think this is where I saw them last time.” Suguru says aloud, stopping to the side and looking around.

“They’re bright red, so they're easy to spot.”

He sees excitement curl in your eyes at the prospect of finding some hidden treasure, even if that treasure was just flowers.

Suguru locates them after several minutes, grabbing your hand and leading you towards it. There were several bushes laid together, all of them overflowing with the red petals.

He smiles to himself at the gasp you let out, your fingers tentatively reaching forward to kiss the leaves.

“Pretty, right? I always think about taking some home with me so I can plant them but I can never bring myself to do it. They look much better out here anyhow.”

Suguru sits next to you as you stare at the bush. He finds it cute that you’re interested in his interests. If you asked, he would tell you anything you wanted to know about plants or baking. Suguru wasn’t an expert in everything, but he was an expert in those.

“Suguru, thank you for showing me these.” Your voice trails off, still focused on what was in front of you.

He smiles and picks a red Gardenia, careful placing it behind your ear.

“Anytime.”

Your hand trembles as you reach up to touch the flower on your ear. The forest was silent, save for the sounds of birds and bugs, complete serenity falling over you.

The only way Suguru’s able to tell that time is passing is by the view of the sun, now completely overhead, shining through the canopy of trees around you. Neither of you wanted to leave, so instead you lay on your backs, looking at the trees above you. The leaves and sun paint beautiful pictures, yellow shapes being shined upon your skin.

“Hey Suguru?”

Suguru hums, turning his head to the side to look at you.

Your arm is outstretched, holding the flower he gave you in front of you. Your fingers are twirling it around, spinning the flower over and over. Suguru’s dizzy at the sight, but he can’t tell if it’s because of your beauty or the the spinning.

“They say flowers have a language of their own, don't they?”

Suguru’s lashes flit as he memorizes the lines on your face, wanting to capture this moment.

“They do.”

“Do you know the meanings of flowers?”

“Some of them.”

Suguru sits up and pulls the tie from his hair, letting the black silk cacoon him. He looks over his shoulder back at you, but you’re too preoccupied with the sight of the twirling.

“What does this one mean?”

Suguru ponders for a moment, unsure whether or not he should tell you. Would it come off too strong? He couldn’t bare the thought of lying to you though. He’s a strong man so he fights the urge to look away from you when he says,

“Secret love.”

He swears the forest ceases all sound at that moment, that or the beating of his heart is far louder than anything else.

“Is that so?” You ask, peeking around the bright flower to look at him.

He hums, waiting to see if you would have a negative reaction. Would you get up and leave him here, never to allow him back into your home? He wouldn’t blame you.

A demure smile spreads across your face, sitting up until you’re laying on your elbow. You bring the flower to your face, taking in a deep breath before you sit up completely. Suguru tracks your movements carefully.

“In that case,” you say, sliding the flower behind Suguru’s ear, the bright pop of red constrasting with his dark hair.

Suguru swears his heart stops beating in that moment, his body completely rigid with surprise. You knew the meaning of the flower, and you were giving it to him?

A silent understanding flows between you two, Suguru no longer on edge as the seconds pass. You both are aware now, your feelings as out in the open as they could be without physically saying it. It was funny, the flower meant secret love but his admiration for you was no longer a secret.

“It’s a shame we can’t stay out here forever.” You say.

You lay back down, closing your eyes.

Suguru silently agrees, leaning back until he’s laying next to you, much closer this time. He wonders what’s going to happen next. Would he be able to court you properly, would your father accept him?

He hears you shuffle around before your face pops into view, blocking out the sun above him. His brows raise in surprise as he looks at you. You looked nothing short of an Angel, golden light haloing around your head as you smile down at him.

“I know you’re busy where you live, but why don't we meet in this forest once a week?” You say.

“Or I can walk down and meet you closer to your village, that might be easier.”

No, he couldn’t handle the idea of you walking these forests alone, or walking that long at all.

“Let’s meet here.” Suguru agrees, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek.

Neither of you want to be the one to look away first. So instead, you just continue to gaze into the others eyes.

Suguru hears an older man call your name just outside the sanctity of the forest. It must be your father, and by the sounds of it he was angry. Probably upset that dinner hadn’t been made yet, if Suguru had to come up with a reason. He didn’t want to dislike your father, after all he had a hand in creating you, but he didn’t appreciate the way he treated you.

“I suppose I’ll have to leave now…” you trail off, your voice caked in sadness.

Suguru’s grip on your cheek tightens, and he resolves to do something he’s never done before, yet dreamed of countless times.

He sits up and leans in, his lips ghosting yours.

“Suguru…” You whisper, looking into his eyes, the movement of your lips tickling his.

“May I?” Just this once, he wants to beg. Let me taste you just this once.

He waits for an answer that doesn’t come. Instead, you’re meeting him halfway, kissing him softly. It was everything he had dreamed of. Your lips were soft, the lingering taste of the sweet strawberry jam he always brought to you mingling with his own.

If only he could stop time.

If only nothing existed but the two of you.

As soon as it starts, it’s over. You’re pulling away, your eyes flickering open to look at him. He can hardly breathe under your gaze. His fingers itch with the need to grab you, press you against him, show the love he’s been feeling all this time but has been too afraid to say aloud.

Suguru’s lips tingle as he watches you slowly rise to your feet. You dip your head in acknowledgment, tossing over your shoulder.

“Coming, father!”

Stay, he thinks. Stay.

“Goodbye Suguru.” You murmur, giving him a smile.

He watches you scamper out of the forest, feeling like you took his heart with you.

He isn’t sure he’s ever going to want it back.

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toxiccluvvv · 1 year ago

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Caught;

Pairing: (adult)Muichiro Tokito x reader

Content warning: Adult content (smut)

Word count: 856 words

Readers sex: Female

This is an anonymous request!

Masterlist

You were one of the kindest hashiras in the core; your presence alone could comfort a grieving soul. You take pride in your craft, and you’ve sharpened it to the fullest extent. Your boyfriend of 5 years is named Muichiro.

He joined the core when he was the young age of 13, and he has stayed there for many years later. He is just as passionate about his craft and he has worked with you to help you sharpen your technique. He can seem cold to people, but he has pure intentions. He is slowly gaining his memory back, but some days are worse than others.

A few days ago you were paired with Giyuu to go investigate a demon infestation in a town a few cities away, your mission was successful, but you dear boyfriend couldn’t help but run through all the possibilities in his mind… the possibility that a fellow hashira would get to handsy or do something that would cause him to endanger his life. He was pacing around the masters mansion awaiting your return..

You walked through the beautiful wisteria trees surrounding the masters mansion having a shockingly peaceful conversation with your comrade. He was speaking to you about his concerns about the insect piller knowing that the two of you were close, you giggled listening to him go on and on about the woman without realizing.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you have a crush on one of our great and mighty hashira” you spoke playfully bending down to see his reaction as he turned his face from you. At that exact moment you felt a similar presence that you have longed for while you were away, you turned your head with a bright smile.

“Mui!” You spoke excitedly running to your significant other. He just held a stone cold face as he looked past you at the water piller as he watched the scene play infront of him.

You stopped infront of your boyfriend standing on your tippy toes, “mui? What are you looking at?” You asked sweetly turning every which way trying to see what had your boyfriend’s attention.

“I’ll leave the two of you be, I’ll report to the master for you y/n” Giyuu spoke excusing himself from an uncomfortable situation.

“What was so funny?” Muichiro asked you, now turning his attention to you his cold blue eyes meeting your bright eyes. “What do you mean? I was just teasing him about his crush.” You spoke turning your face so you weren’t looking into his ice cold eyes, he gently put a finger on your chin turning your head to face his.

“Since you thought that was so funny, let’s see how funny this is..” he spoke quietly as he grabbed your wrist roughly pulling you behind some trees, slightly out of sight from the trail you just stood on.

Muichiro yanked your hair as he slammed you against a tree, he began to feel all over you, missing the touch of your body. You whimpered quietly as you let him touch you all over, “mui… we are going to get caught.” You whisper yelled at your boyfriend as you hit his back.

He chuckled lifting your leg, “let them catch us.” He whispered in your ear as he slid your panties aside that were easy to access due to the short skirt you were assigned. He gently rubbed his tip against your folds, teasing you just as you had your friend.

“It doesn’t feel good to be teased does it?” He whispered in your ear as he hovered over your dripping hole, you arched your back slightly against the tree hoping that it would bring you closer to his aching tip. “Please mui… I’m begging you..” you pleaded with your boyfriend as he felt himself getting harder at your begging.

He bit his lip as he slid into your wet hole, you went to moan aloud, but was stopped by a big hand clapping over your mouth. “I thought you didn’t want to get caught pretty.” He whispered as he thrusted into you slowly. You whimpers were covered by his large hand as he began to feel himself get lost in your guts.

You were now scratching at his back feeling your hole throb wrapped around his big dick, “stop squeezing Babygirl.. it’s been too long since I’ve been in you, you’re going to make me…” he groaned in your ear as you felt his thrust begin to get sloppy, you screamed in his hand as you felt your legs begin to give out from under you.

“You were such a good girl..” Muichiro spoke cleaning the two of you up, he kissed your head softly pulling your now soaked underwear off. He placed them in a bag he brought along, he redressed you in some clothes from home that you wear to bed. As you felt yourself dosing in and out of consciousness, mostly due to your boyfriends big size, but also from being so tired from the previous mission. He picked you up carrying you home.

“You’re so beautiful, my love..”

#adult muichiro #muichiro x you #muichiro smut #tokitō muichirō #kimetsu muichiro #kny muichiro #demon slayer muichiro #kny smut #kny x y/n #demon slayer smut #demon slayer

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 4 months ago

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Can you do a future story for Jin or Luca?

Melodies from the future

Jin slips to the future for the length of a nap

Wc: 1,2k

Notes: I really like this even if it's short (let's say it's short because it's supposed to just be a nap m'kay?)

The soft melody of a piano slips in the young master's ears, changing his dreams to distorted memories of his childhood. His first piano lesson was not later than a little after his fourth birthday, when a tall man approached him after tutoring so start teaching the basics of reading music and his very first song.

The first few lessons he was such a brat, sneaking away to play with his toys until he saw his mother in the music room playing her violin alone, she usually would lull him to sleep after nightmares with a song. Back then he didn't notice it but her little sad comment about wanting someone to duet with her was so obviously a way to get him to sit through his lessons, it's almost embarrassing to recognize it did work and he learned many songs for his mom's sake.

The slight sliver of conscience the sound opened was just enough to remember that in Frostheim there are no pianos, and even if there were, his own room was soundproof so he wouldn't know if anyone was playing.

That realization plus the horrid noise of the off tempo and very obviously wrong key, strikes Jin out of his sleep, nerves crisp against the soft silk bed sheets.

The half mind that he managed to gather allowed him to recognize how different this room was to his own at Frostheim, an L shaped room with the bed facing a wardrobe on the sharp angle.

Walking out of the bed and to the wardrobe trying to find the exit he catches for a second the reflection of his face on the full length mirror adjacent to the wardrobe and sticky disgust lingers on the base of his tongue and back of his throat for a minute. His white hair dusted with a few stray gray hairs just behind his ears, and some wrinkles starting to carve themselves around his eyes and his forehead. It's not the sudden aging causing him to step away from the reflection but just how much he looked like his father, as a child and even now, he always got told that he looked just like his dad but he never managed to see it beyond sharing hair and eye color until now, a splitting image.

Deciding to not mull over that, there is a lot of time before this mess happens, something inside him insists. He watches some photos hung around the wall and wrapping around the corner, most are of white haired children uncannily similar to himself during different milestones, like walking or school graduations or a few ones where they were dressed formally enough for a gala.

Following the flow of the photos around the wall, he finds himself mesmerized briefly for no more than one second with each and every photo, but the biggest picture and possibly centerpiece of the homemade gallery was one with with him and the honor student posing inside an old catedral, both wearing white wedding attire, wisteria and white roses adorning the venue. Was it Clementia? It's unlikely, it looked too clean and tidy, unlike how it looks after the incident.

In as much of a trance he found himself beholding the picture, a golden glimmer captured his attention. It's a gold wedding band, almost on instinct he puts it in his left ring finger and maybe it was something embedded inside his being after years of cohabitation… where did that even come from? The closest thing to cohabitation is how much time Thoma spends around him.

As he turns around to leave he notes there are two doors, one leading to a balcony and the other he supposes leads to the rest of the house.

Walking through the marble tiles, his feet fall at the same time that the inexperienced rhythm of twinkle twinkle little star is played. Following the sound he finds himself in the family music room where he learned to play. Was he in his family home? The floor lay out did seem somewhat similar but the paint and furniture changed quite a bit. He guesses it's natural, if he himself aged for things to not remain the same, maybe should be even offsetting if they did.

A white haired child is seated in front of the big tail piano playing nervously for the audience that was his parent and baby brother. His nerves were so noticeable that it seeped into the music, an apprentice’s first but green attempts.

“Do it again, but this time with confidence” his voice echoes into the room, scaring the child into playing the wrong key.

“Looks like dad finally woke up, huh?” A teasing voice speaks from the couch and as their head turns around to face him Jin sees your face once again, a few years older than the photo in the bedroom and a lot older than your academy self he is used to, but still you after all “his grampa got him a piano teacher and wanted to show me what he learned. Maybe you could refresh on your own skills”

“Really, dad plays?” The child jumps in interest and tugs him by the hand towards the piano. Was it honest interest or did he simply not want to play anymore? “Play something for me!”

“What about what you chose for our first dance?”

“Salut d'amour” his words slip from between his lips before even thinking about a wedding. He did seem to be correct as you smiled complacently while hugging the year old in your lap.

Did he truly choose that? Even thinking about that song playing during his wedding and being the one who chose it made him feel like he was a whipped sappy loser like that blond second year yet at the expectant look of ‘his son’ and yours he obliges, it's a short piece after all, he reasons.

It isn't far after he starts playing that the five year old sits down next to him and perches himself on his arm, eyeing how he moves his hands majestically, even after all those years without training.

“don’t pull on your dad's arm” without a noise you stand behind him while holding the kid he saw in one of the family photos.

Breathing in, his eyes close and the unusual burn in his lungs itches from the inside but like sand slipping from his hand with the wind, the next time he opens his eyes he is seated on the couch looming over the coffee table. Almost at the same time Thoma enters with a tray and teapot.

“Abusing bhavishy incense again? I don't think you need another excuse to sleep more” and almost as if Thoma’s words were what he needed to puzzle it together and not the very clearly lit powdered incense holder letting off a pinkish mist “you should open a window, you are going choke on fumes”

He got his hands on a new batch of an artisan's mix and wanted to try it out, he remembers his simple motive of being bored and it being more interesting than annoying Thoma with tasking him to find some musician that never existed.

His thoughts get stringed together slowly and carefully, still a bit out of it thanks to the fumes but it gets easier to think as Thoma opens the balcony door wide open, letting in Frostheim notoriously cold breeze to clean out the strawberry scent.

“I never took the captain for someone to be interested in love affairs, but at last it seems I have a lot to learn about you”

“Just shut it, you are making my head hurt”

“Are you flustered?”

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker jin #tokyo debunker x reader #jin kamurai #tdb #tdb jin

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hp-hcs · 1 year ago

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(Fine, I’ll do it my damn self: part 10 of my silly lil mlm stories <3)

luna (Chapter Two of Watercolors) — tom riddle x male! artistic! hufflepuff! reader

there’s no romantic relationship between luna and tom just fyi <33

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The next thing the wonderful watercolor boy made Tom was a lake. There was no way to tell time inside the diary—it might’ve been an hour since the Watercolor Boy painted Tom the little hut, it might’ve been a year, who’s to say?

But eventually, the color maker returned. Tom sat back against the low stone fence surrounding his hut, watching with rapt fascination as the paintbrush reappeared, moving with wide, confident sweeps as it created a small lake just at the bottom of the hill. He watched, mouth slightly agape, as the brush hesitated, before slowly painting in a wisteria tree that wept dusty lilac petals all over the ground. A petal fell onto the surface of the lake, staying stationary for a moment before sinking below the surface.

It was beautiful.

Tom laughed, loudly and genuinely, as he sprinted down the hill towards the newest treasure, barely stopping to kick off his shoes before leaping into the lake.

It was freezing. As Tom resurfaced, his teeth clacked and chattered. His robes were heavy with water (real water!) and he had to slowly drag himself out of the depths. He laid on the bank, breathing heavily and shivering.

As he looked up at the never-changing paper sky, he wondered (not for the first time) what would happen if he asked the Watercolor boy to paint him something specific.

What if he got scared off?

What if he stopped painting?

No, Tom couldn’t risk that.

So he kept silent.

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The first living thing the Watercolor Boy painted in the diary was a girl. Barely reaching his shoulder in height, she had long, wavy blonde hair and a perpetually faraway look in her eyes. At first, Tom had wondered if Watercolor Boy had made a mistake while painting her to get such a dreamy look on her face, but then she’d introduced herself as a Lovegood. It all made sense then.

Luna.

Her name was Luna.

Tom thought that was the most beautiful name in the world.

Or at least he did.

“Luna?” Tom whispered, his voice cracking from decades of disuse.

“Yes, Thomas?”

They both laid on their backs underneath the wisteria tree, watching the petals fall and the stars glimmer.

(Stars. Stars! Watercolor Boy had gifted them with stars.)

“The Artist. The Creator. Who is it?”

“Who made me?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N,” Luna trailed off, her voice a comforting dreamy sound. Thick like honey, but too light to touch.

(Tom should ask Watercolor Boy to paint him honey. It would go well with the biscuits from the painted feast.)

“Y/N?”

“Oh, he’s lovely. You would quite well get along,” Luna murmured, closing her eyes and humming some unknown song.

“Y/N…” Tom mumbled under his breath.

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“Thomas,” Luna sings, spinning around barefoot in the center of his hut. Her wand (that doesn’t work inside the diary, as it turns out) is tucked behind her ear, threatening to fall with every movement.

“Yes, Luna?” Tom looks up from his copy of the Quibbler. (The issue was from 1997. 1997!)

“There’s a door.”

Tom blinked. “A door?”

“Yes,” Luna murmured, her earrings swinging as she spun around again. “It’s not painted. It just appeared. Right there,” she slows her spin to point at the wall, where sure enough, there is a door. It’s not a true door, though. It looks cut, like someone took scissors to his beautiful hut and left a jagged doorway.

Tom stood. “Do we- should we go in?”

“I can’t leave, Thomas,” Luna smiles. “I already know. I can see it. I’m not real, so I can’t leave. But you’re real.”

“You- it leads to outside the diary?”

“Yes. I’m just a painting, so I am afraid I cannot accompany you. It was lovely meeting you, Thomas. I’ve much appreciated our friendship, however short lived.”

Tom touched the jagged edge of the door and gasped when the paper cut his fingertips. “I can’t just leave you, Luna. I’ll- I’ll miss you.”

“I won’t be truly gone,” she smiles again, that lovely dreamy smile. “If I never existed, then I can’t ever really be gone.”

Her words hit him hard.

“I’ll miss you anyways,” he said stubbornly, feeling a bit like a child again.

Luna stopped spinning entirely, stepping forward to grab ahold of Tom’s hand, and maneuvering it palm up in front of them.

Tom gasped.

His palm and fingers were streaked with blood from the paper cuts.

Red.

Blood.

Not ink. Blood.

Tom was alive.

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x male reader #tom riddle x reader #i love him #gay #these bitches gay good for them

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burnthoneydrops · 1 year ago

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I have a possible fic request! What about Benedict with a reader who gets easily flustered. He’s such a flirt and I feel like if he flirted with me, I would be so nervous and flushed that I couldn’t speak. No rush on the fic, and only if you want to!

Lots of love! :)

Subtle(tea)

A/N: Hey love! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like it and sorry it took me so long!!

Word Count: 851

Warnings: none

Tea with the Bridgertons was not an unusual event for you and was something that made Sunday your favourite day of the week. The familiar wisteria comes into view as your carriage pulls in front of their house, signalling you were soon to be reunited with your favourite family- though you wouldn’t dare let your mother hear you say that. You spot Hyacinth ducking her head away from one of the upper level windows, her chestnut curls twirling behind her as she undoubtedly raced to alert her mother of your arrival. Their front door opens as one of the footmen lends you a hand for descending the short carriage stairs, and Hyacinth and Eloise are quick to meet you on their front steps.

“Y/N you’re here! We thought you were never going to make it!” Hyacinth announces as she grabs your hand, pulling you faster up the steps.

“Hyacinth Bridgerton, I will not have you bombarding our guest before they even have the chance to step foot inside,” Lady Bridgerton makes herself known from just outside the front door, giving a harsh look to Hyacinth before smiling at you. “It is always wonderful to see you dear,” she remarks as she leans in to give you a hug, forcing Hyacinth to let go of your arm.

You laugh as you return her hug, “I’m simply glad you all find me entertaining enough that I keep receiving the invite”.

“It would be so incredibly boring without you,” Eloise adds as the group of you walk through the house to the drawing room.

“Tell me, is Anthony still pushing away every young lady of the ton?” You ask with a smile as you sit across from Hyacinth and Lady Bridgerton, with Eloise beside you.

Lady Bridgerton rolls her eyes, “unfortunately so. He seems determined to make this much more difficult than need be. It appears to be a family trend”.

“Talking ill about us again, Mother?” Benedict jokes with a tilt of his head as he leans against the drawing room door, sketchbook under his arm as normal.

“Benedict!” Hyacinth smiles.

“Oh Hyacinth, I believe Gregory was looking for you to test out his new marble set with him,” he passes on the information from his younger brother who had raced past him earlier. She lets out a gasp of excitement and runs off, waving a quick goodbye before dashing down the hall. Benedict makes his way behind the couch upon which you and Eloise were sitting and standing beside you. “Had I known we were to be having such appealing company, I might have scrubbed up better for the occasion,” he comments in a low voice, trying to avoid the two other pairs of ears in the room.

You keep your head directed at the carpeted floor, hoping the blush growing on your cheeks was not so incredibly obvious. “So, is your father still away on his business overseas?” Lady Bridgerton asks you, bringing you back to the conversation at hand.

“Indeed he is,” you nod, “he has about a month left abroad from what I gathered in his latest letter.

“Well, if you and your mother find yourselves in need of companionship, you are more than welcome here at any time,” she offers you a warm smile.

“For my sake if nothing else,” Benedict mutters, again keeping it between you two. You would be lying if you said you did not find the second son attractive, and the current attention was only making that more apparent. You clear your throat, hoping that it might disrupt your current train of thought.

“Is everything alright dear?” Lady Bridgerton asks, and you hear Benedict chuckle quietly beside you. You can just about feel the slightly proud smirk on his face.

“If I knew your reaction to me would be this strong, I would have acted like this sooner”. This man and his hypotheticals will be the death of you.

“Yes, I’m just fine,” you nod, giving Lady Bridgerton the least awkward smile you can imagine as you feel your cheeks grow hotter by the second.

“Every artist needs his muse, does he not?” Benedict whispers, pretending to adjust the sleeves of coat. Your breath stops, and you try your hardest to continue making eye contact with Lady Bridgerton, hoping she’s not too aware of the situation unfolding in front of her. “Well, I suppose I shall be off. Let you enjoy your tea and whatnot,” Benedict begins to walk back to the door.

“You’re not going to stay for a cup dearest?” His mother asks, looking confused.

“Not today, Mother. I believe I have accomplished all that I needed to do here,” he looks directly at you. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I had some painting to catch up on”. And with that, he is gone.

“Did he seem strange to you, Eloise?” Lady Bridgerton asks her middle daughter.

“Not any stranger than usual,” she shoots you a quick glance with a mischievous smirk on her face before looking back at her mother. Perhaps you were not as subtle as you once thought.

#bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #the viscount who loved me #bridgerton x reader #daphne bridgerton #the duke and i #an offer from a gentleman

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soramachaii · 1 year ago

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#qrcatzz #dream cat paradise #male #and white #caramelized #locket #snowman #locket snowman #silver pupils #crescent pupils #ametrine #wisteria tail #stray cat short ears #ultra softy body #fabulous eyelashes #crescent eyebrows

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xcerizex · 3 months ago

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"I don't know what yearning is."

A doozy trip to the future confuses Cael more than it frightens him.

(young Cael, Cael x little painter, suggestive, super short, self-indulgent, 1k+ words.)

Cael has never quite liked dreaming. He has no control over it, and more often than not they leave him confused. Thankfully, here in the Infinite Empire, dreams are less than scarce.

Still, he can't always avoid them.

So when he opens his eyes to an unfamiliar room, he can't stop his chest twisting in slight annoyance. But when he soon realizes that he can move around with ease and at will, he calms down.

He tries to get out of this dream, searching for a quick way for his spirit to escape, but quickly finds out that he can't do that. Some other spirit seems to be tying his own to this dream. So instead of getting frustrated, Cael takes the opportunity to look around. At least this time, he has the freedom of movement, he is grateful for that at least.

Scanning the area, he takes the liberty to take in his surroundings. It's early in the morning, and the room is decorated with and abundance of trivial and unnecessary things, such as the wind-chime hanging on the ceiling, the vase of blue roses on a coffee table, and a biological being he has identified as a "cat".

As if sensing his gaze, the cat gives him one glance over, stretches itself, and falls down the couch with a loud "THUMP".

The cat yowls at him as if demanding comfort, but Cael ignores it.

He looks up at the ceiling, sensing that his spirit has been tied to whatever is up there. Climbing up the stairs, he makes his way to the upper floor to investigate his current situation. He doubts it's a dangerous one, but it can't hurt to know.

The upper floor is less spacious, and the owner's sense of personality seems to shine throughout the entire house even more. He deduces they must be the carefree and cheerful sort, but when he catches the whiff of wisterias, he figures that there must be more than one person living here.

He reaches the bedroom, sensing that the spirit is here, and he hesitates in front of the door before pushing it open.

...Or at least he tries too, it doesn't work and he falls through the solid instead.

'That's right, I almost forgot this was a dream.'

That was rather careless of him.

He catches himself right before he falls flat on his face, and adjusts himself awkwardly. Mistakes like that while as insignificant as they are, are a sign of impropriety and lack of discipline in the Empire. Had he been back at the base, he surely would have suffered more than a scolding from his supervisors.

But when he looks over at the other side of the room, Cael throat bobs as he can't help but swallow hard.

He recognizes the people sleeping on the bed.

Cael, a seemingly older version of him, has his arms wrapped around a young woman with dark purple hair. He watches as "he" tightens his hold over her, embracing her, and pulling her closer in his sleep almost as if his body couldn't bear to be apart from her even unconsciously. And the woman in turn holds him with as much longing as his older self does, nuzzling closer into the crook of his neck.

But what has him startled are the lack of clothes they wear.

Try as he might to keep a straight face, his ears start to flush a vibrant red, and Cael can practically hear the blood thrumming in his head, distracting him in earnest.

Still, at least he knows why he's here now. He braves a sneak peek at his older self, and again resists from running out of the room. The more he looks at them, the more uncomfortable he feels, and he'd like to get out as soon as possible.

Cael hears the unnaturally annoying biological specimen from downstairs cry like a banshee, which causes the couple to stir in their sleep.

"Hm..."

The girl mumbles incoherently, pressing closer to "him", and Cael feels his waist tingle with some strange feeling he would rather forget, the skin on his body warming at the same spot she touched on a person that wasn't him, even though it technically is. In contrast, the older him doesn't seem to mind at all, and pulls the blanket over them closer, as if to protect the warmth of their closeness, creating a cocoon of affection.

Still, the amount of indecency his older self has indulged in is absolutely blasphemous. Such a clear lack of indecency makes him want to yell out in frustration, in response to all the discipline the Empire has beaten down into his bones.

Cael wonders what sort of future is this, a future where the he can hold someone else with such care and adoration. Is this person free? Bewitched? The latter seems unlikely, knowing how well his mentality has developed a resistance against such attacks.

He almost feels jealous, envy stewing on the inside for a bird that has broken out of its cage.

Cael hears the cat scream again and the other him finally starts to wake, opening his eyes blearily. His loosened grip in turn only makes the girl clutch him harder, as she too starts to gain consciousness.

Whether they could see him or not in his dream form, he doesn't want to find out and finally makes up his mind to flee from the room. As the older him starts to regain his bearings slowly, Cael slowly feels his spirit being unbound, going back to the place where his corporeal form resides. Back to the Infinite Empire.

It contrast to the dream he just had, the room he wakes up to is cold and empty. Empty in a sense that there is not a trace of warmth to be found, not even on the bed he lays.

No surprises there, his body has always been cold to begin with. But maybe that's not the problem.

When Cael finally awakens fully, he is startled. Hands reaching upwards as if trying to grasp something intangible, but he doesn't know what exactly.

He feels an unfamiliar feeling stir in his chest, making him feel hollow, aching, and thinks it may be human desire.

Desire for what?

#lovebrush chronicles #for all time #cael anselm #ye xuan #for all time~☆#yexuan #i should play his sw route #i know im disappointed in myself too

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lawsofchaos1 · 1 year ago

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SH Promplet: Trust

Magnus doesn't realize how deeply and how rapidly Alec decided to trust him until long after they've been together.

Since nearly the beginning of their relationship, Magnus has been snapping up drinks and morsels for Alec to try, loving the thrill of getting it right. It's perhaps this attention to figuring out what Alexander enjoys that makes Magnus realize Alec never, ever consumes the food or drink other people hand him.

Jace and Izzy are exceptions to this of course (unless Izzy prepared the food herself), but it's not uncommon for there to be drinks or snacks set out at Cabinet meetings or for one of Alec's subordinates to toss him a water bottle when he's taking a short break from training. Maia has sent over beers to their table and warlocks at some of the hidden parties that Magnus takes Alec to will often hand them both a glass of wine at the door.

Never once has Alec taken a sip.

Oh he thanks them all politely and a few nuts make their way into a pocket or a thrown away napkin, maybe a little wine goes missing every time Alec passes by Ibram's potted wisteria. The water bottle is brought to his lips, but he never actually swallows.

Magnus doesn't realize why until perhaps six months after he first notices the pattern. Not until one night at a Clave function where he's accompanying Alec as his partner for once instead of as a member of Alec's Downworld cabinet.

The Institute Head for Singapore is handed a glass when he calls the room's attention to him while making a toast before opening the banquet. He sips along with the crowd and Magnus thinks for half a moment that he, like Alec, simply hates the taste of alcohol and hasn't yet managed to mask his disgust.

And then the man crumples to the ground, limbs twitching and eyes glazing over in eventual death. Alec is already tracing the path of Inquisitor's guards where they're running after the Shadowhunter who'd offered the poisoned cup. His sharp eyes find the culprit long before the guards do and Alec shakes his head.

"Idiotic and incompetent," he whispers for Magnus' ears alone. "What possessed him to take a drink from a stranger?"

Understanding dawns like a flood.

Alec had made Magnus a promise when he'd Ascended as Head, just weeks after the wedding-that-wasn't. He promised that he would protect himself- promised that he wouldn't be one of the Heads who fell early in battle or to a blade in the dark. Magnus hadn't understood until now that the blade Alec mentioned could also be a champagne glass from a stranger.

Assassination.

And yet. Alec had downed the drink Magnus had handed him the very day that they'd met.

#shadowhunters #promptlet #lawsofchaos rambles #malec #alexander lightwood deserves nice things #Clave politics

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rosebudprincess · 5 months ago

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🪽royal musings

it’s the eve of the Queen’s birthday and a grand ball is in order. With this, plans to find the princess an eligible suitor is set as well. The dearest princess dances, one suitor after another. Only to get bored and retire to the refreshment table, sparing polite glances and short acknowledgments to nobles from all across the kingdom.

In the corner of her eye, she spots them. Her knight in shining armour, but only she is aware of this title. Her knight, always on guard and on watch around their princess. The knight spares their princess a glance, a subtle nod before looking back away into the ballroom.

The princess isn’t aware of how much they long for her, how underneath their armour they wish to be her last dance of the evening. The knight does not know how much she wants for them to whisk her away into the night, walk around the moonlit gardens and speak softly into each other’s ears.

Dearest princess returns to her throne, next to the King and Queen, releasing a somber sigh as she sits down. Her countenance drawn, her demeanor much more shy and reserved than when the night started. The Queen holds her hand, giving it a squeeze before getting up and slowly making her way towards the knight. Though the ball had been an opportunity to match her daughter with a suitable prince from a neighboring kingdom, she wasn’t blind to the pining that was shared between the two. She could see her own mother whisper down to the knight and watched as she walked back to the throne.

Moments later, the knight arrives to the her side. “Dearest princess, I am to escort you out of the grand ballroom at once. It is quite late in the evening, shall we?” Her mother gives her a knowing glance before she rises and leaves with the knight.

The evening is quiet, and from the large stained glass windows, one could see the moonlight piercing through. No words are exchanged till the princess sighs and turns to them. “I don’t find myself tired yet, may we walk through the gardens?” she asks, “the weather is nice tonight and I’d like to stare at the moon for a while.” The knight only complies, leading them through the castle halls, “of course, my princess.”

In the royal gardens, lined with rows of rosebushes and hydrangeas, surrounded by trees of wisteria, the two find themselves seated inside the glass gazebo. Arms interlinked, the princess sits quietly, watching the moon as if it was speaking to her. The knight watches her, examining just how the moon lights her skin. In this garden, she is the most beautiful flower of them all.

Mustering up their courage, they unlink their arm with hers. “Princess,” they clear their throat as they get up, “a lady of your status has no reason to dance with a lowly guard but…” With this, she looks over at them, standing tall and proud with a shy grin. “May I be your last dance tonight?”

Perhaps the moon had listened and to each other’s delight, find one another exactly where they wished to be. Taking their hand in hers and holding her waist securely, the two dance into the quiet evening. A midnight waltz for the two to enjoy.

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six-eyed-samurai · 8 months ago

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Thinking about being such a Demon Slayer fan that you literally have every merchandise possible: posters, figurines, plushies, magnets, haori and even the character's accessories. You've even dyed your hair in (character)'s iconic colour scheme and style.

But that wasn't enough for you, so you decided to go to Japan. Hey, the tourism was good, and if you got to buy and explore more of your favourite anime, bonus!

So you arrive and wander the streets gawking in awe with full shopping bags in your hands, humming Gurenge under your breath. You were so lost in your daydreams you slam into someone - sorry, two people.

Cue your apologies as you scramble to your feet, but a melodic voice interrupts you with assurances that it was alright as two pairs of hands help pick up your fallen items. You look up to see a pair of petite sisters with matching blue-tinged hair and smiles.

"That's a nice hairpin!" Was what the elder and taller of the two called out as they continued to walk past you, and you self consciously raise a hand to the Kocho family butterfly pin in your hair.

You continue your walk downtown, strolling past screens with the world famous Tenma Uzui's face plastered on it as he lifted his latest medal and advertised products. At the toy store you had paused to look into, three youngsters rushed out with their newfound prizes in hand.

"Sabito! Give it back!"

"Hey, you already said we'd swap!"

"Until Makomo said she'd give me hers!"

You glance at them out of the corner of your eye and laugh seeing them fight over the colours of the warding masks. An old man with a red face mask stepped out of the shop shortly after and began to shepherd the trio away.

Seeing the Gashapon machines inside the store, you decide to step in too, but before you could the door flew open and a short, purple-haired man tumbled out. Clearly he had been kicked out but he wasn't taking the hint.

Inside the shop an exasperated but still polite voice echoed. "For the last time, Enmu, that toy train is for display only."

"I'll buy it someday!" Enmu declared cheerfully as if this were a regular occurrence and simply brushed himself off and headed to the direction of the nearest station.

You shrug and quit your side eyeing, venturing inside. The red haired shopkeeper looked up from the counter, his formerly poker face transforming into a bright smile that matched the red sun of his hanafuda earrings. "Hi, are you looking for anything? Tourist?"

Sheepishly you replied and casually asked Yoriichi, as he had introduced himself, for any recommendations on where to eat for lunch.

"Oh, you should try the diner down the road! It's family run - Mrs. Iguro is very sweet and they're very famous for their sakura mochi! My wife Uta and I frequent there, so just tell them I sent you."

That sounded good to you, so you thanked him along with your exchange of tokens, then asked for directions.

"It's right on front of where my brother works, Kibutsuji Enterprises. It's a huge office, you can't possibly miss it."

"Kibutsuji Enterprises...? I think I've heard of them, run by Kagaya Ubuyashiki right?"

"Oh, no, don't get confused, they're rival companies actually. The Ubuyashiki company has a wisteria as its logo."

A little confusing, but alright! You thanked him profusely once again and left, making your way through the busy streets to the diner.

You thanked your lucky stars you got there on one piece, for there was a motorbike zooming and booming through the crowds without a care for law or life just now as you were walking. Thankfully you had jumped back just in time before they could mow you down. From what you could see in the racing blur there appeared to be a green-haired young boy dressed in a crimson shirt with a manic smile on his face and a screaming white-haired girl clutching onto him for dear life driving. You hoped the two scarred faced policemen would catch them - no doubt, actually, seeing as they were both already brandishing guns and chasing after the two with furious speed .

"SHABANA, YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET FINED AGAIN!"

"I DON'T GIVE TWO FXXKS, SHINAZUGAWA!"

"Yeah, that's right, Onii-chan!"

You pass a school bus dropping off a bunch of tiny preschoolers, herded and fretted over by their hulking giant of a teacher. His wooden bead necklace matched yours, clacking together as he urged the kids to stay together. How cute... although such a big man being so kindly was a little unnerving.

"Oh? Want to try our signature Eternal Paradise perfume? We guarantee you'll have anyone falling for you with it!'

You ignore the blonde salesman leaning outside his store. He peered over his rainbow tinted sunglasses to catch you rolling your eyes and with a fake gasp of hurt he grabbed his chest. You snort and continue walking.

Mrs. Iguro was just as welcoming as Yoriichi had promised, although you were rather caught off guard by her bright pink and green hair and the fact she was carrying a whole stack of plates and balancing a baby at the same time.

"Hi!!! Welcome, do take a seat, what can I get you? Obanai's special for today is Western food - oh wait, silly me, you're not from around here, are you? I expect you'd want something local! Coming right up!"

You can't help but be buoyed by her bubbly nature, waiting patiently with a contented grin. You look around the diner and while the snake ornament at the counter catches your eye you find yourself studying the other customers instead.

A pair of identical twin boys eat quietly, with a younger boy with rosy cheeks noisily chatting with them; evidently a playdate of some sort.

"Don't forget, Kotetsu, you're paying because you lost the last shoji match."

"Aw, Tokito, you're such a seaweed head. I'm just a beginner!"

"Brother's a seaweed head, not me."

"HEY! WE LOOK THE SAME!"

You chuckle and your gaze strays to the other table, where a family of three ate their ramen. Their son seemed a little paler than normal and you couldn't help but overhear the mother's worrying.

"Darling Rui, don't eat so fast, you might choke and you just recovered!"

Embarrassed at your eavesdropping you duck your head and look at the other table where a group of rowdy students sit and snack.

"YOSHITERU AGATSUMA, HOW DARE YOU BURP LIKE THAT IN PUBLIC!"

"It was an accident, Toko! I can't control it!" Was the whining answer. "KANATA, DEFEND ME! OW! YOU'RE NOT A REAL FRIEND, KAMADO!"

"UMAI!"

Mrs. Iguro - or Mitsuri, as she had insisted you call her - arrived with towering plates and hell lot of topics to converse about. You happily indulged in their famous udon and her delighted talking while her husband glared at you from the window, although the threat was rather marred by the fact he was feeding a toddler at the same time.

You learnt Mitsuri - so cool! Her name was the exact one as the Love Pillar from the series! - had five kids (your head was still spinning over the fact) and that her hair had turned out that way from eating too much sakura mochi, which made you wonder what was happening to you after eating so much (favourite food) over the years.

After your meal you repeatedly thank Mitsuri for her meal and longingly promise to stop by again you leave for the last place on your agenda, Gyokko Art Studio.

The exhibitions mainly displayed brightly painted vases and scupltures; you had a lot of fun taking selfies with the gigantic koi fish statue and the one of a dozen blacksmiths forging swords. The studio also doubled as a pottery school, and when you enter you had immediately spotted the five rowdy teenage boys who were now arguing over a kiln and a broken vase at the back.

"KARAKU, YOU BROKE IT!"

"Hey, Sekido, chill! Zohakuten pushed me!"

"SHUT IT, WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS BLAMING ME? IS IT BECAUSE I'M THE YOUNGEST? AGEIST!

"Guys...quiet down....granddad is sleeping upstairs...."

"Nah, Aizetsu, I wanna see what happens!"

"Enough! All of you just clean that mess up! We have visitors! Your grandfather and I may be friends but I will never know what went wrong when he was raising all of you!"

Out of the back appeared the most flashy man you had ever met, eye catching with his coiffed purple hair and thick makeup, his scale tattoos catching your eye as he shooed the arguing brothers away. Eyes outlined with clashing green and red turned to you and he held out a stained hand. "Managi at your service! I run this humble store and I deeply apologize for the boys. Honestly, the Hantengu brothers are absolute menaces and I speak knowing the Shabana siblings."

Managi gave you a quick private tour of his studio, his arrogant but dramatic way of speech amusing you greatly, especially when he complained about a pair of twins who came in on the weekends, his two workers, children...well, Managi had an opinion on everything.

"Those Tokito whippersnappers have no appreciation for art! The only reason I haven't shooed them out with clay gluing their ill-mannered mouths shut is because their mother is a regular of mine."

"Haganezuka! Absolute concentration in what he does and a prodigy in vase making, but he is absolutely terrible with customer service! I usually leave that to Kanamori but we waste more time preventing Haganezuka from attacking customers than actually selling.

It was definitely a trip you'd like to remember, so you bought a small cup that had caught your eye and waved goodbye to Managi as you left for your final destination, your hotel.

You decide to take the longer way round to enjoy the picturesque walk beneath the sakura trees. Stopping to admire the pink fall you suddenly realize there's a couple beside you taking photos. Embarrassed that you might be unintentionally photo bombing, you move away, but a tap on your shoulder spins you back around.

"Hi, excuse me! Do you mind taking a picture of Hakuji and I? We tried taking a selfie but haha, the shot didn't cover the trees."

You oblige, secretly delighting in observing the young but loving couple interact with each other - especially when the punk-looking, tattoo-covered Hakuji was holding her so gently like that. You take their photo and after their grateful thanks you resumed making your way back.

Upon arriving at the lobby you were annoyed to say the least to find yourself stuck behind an irritatingly loud young man arguing with the poor receptionist. Of course, you couldn't actually see the receptionist's - Nakime, on her name tag, and that sounded rather familiar - face due to her long bangs but anyone would honestly be irritated with how obnoxiously he was talking.

"Sir, I have explained to you already, your booking was cancelled because you were late with your payment-"

"Oh come on, woman, it was just a day late!"

"You too are very late with your excuses."

The tall, tuxedoed man from the sofa had gotten up and was now towering over the younger man after politely excusing himself for getting in your way. "Miss, look for a room registered under Kokushibo. I suspected my fool of a secretary Kaigaku would make yet another mistake."

"HEY, LISTEN HERE, OLD MAN-"

"Kaigaku, I really don't have time for this, my wife is going to be back soon from taking the kids to the zoo. Thank you, miss, and excuse us."

"That guy was irritating you, wasn't he?" You remarked, accidentally blurting out your thoughts. "I mean, I wasn't eavesdropping!"

The receptionist smiled faintly. "Don't worry, I'm used to him. Your name?"

And it was only when you flopped down on your hotel bed and stared at the ceiling did it occur to you that a lot of people had seemed very familiar to you today.

Perhaps fiction and reality weren't that far apart after all.

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