Todays super cringe, edgy flaveurd au is angel hunter Ace looking to dismantle the hold heaven has over humanity all because his mother was a half angel human who fell in love with the demon king and they killed her for it

Marco being an archangel finds he’s the next in line to be challenged by the successor to the demon throne

They fight!!! But then they fall in love :0

𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ༊

Alejandro & Horangi react to Meeting a chubby!fem!reader who is a Butterfly Fairy 🦋

✧ Notes : This was also the continuation from the two other fairy fanfics with different character that you can find on my masterlist that i have been pinned. i really love Horangi but theres not a lot of them that i were found so i decided to take him in this part instead. i will for sure make one for Gaz & Rodolfo and maybe Valeria in the future. and yes the reader skin in here is not Announced so Enjoy my fairies <33 ༊

✧ Quick Explanation : both Alejandro and Horangi was just trying to take a break from the Military duty, some were given and some were trying to find the corner to have some break. only later they found the most beautiful young chubby maiden with butterfly wings that had them lovestruck.

✧ Warnings : Some broken Spanish and Korean.. (shout out to google translate tho 😓🙏🏻) & maybe some misspelled word.. and actually this is just almost pure pure fluff. at horangi's part Reader has an owner who is a Witch (hip owner)

Remember : This Fanfic is a Fantasy Sprinkle on a Military Genre ༊ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ✧ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ 🦋

Alejandro ༊

this man is a passionate one. at that time the Military give him a day off so he could lay down a little bit. he decided to enjoy the time in some Traditional Villa that is Surrounding by forest and one of the most beautiful landscape you've ever seen with flowers and other pretty butterflies. he was already in love with that place and he had a dream where he would do his honeymoon with his partner in that place. when he was enjoying the place, he decided to lay down in the middle of the landscape, enjoying the sound of the Mother Nature gaves him. and he enjoyed every last bit of it. until he heard something off, something strange. he heard some butterfly flutter that felt bigger than the usual one. he then get up and look around only to find a shyly face behind one of the trees, trying to look at him. Alejandro eyes is wider as he try to see who is it, and when he see your face and your wings he felt his heart fluttering. he felt like his soul and his heart were suffocating from the butterflies that gathering around it, and he felt his cheek getting hotter, he then clear his throat, and try to introduce himself. slowly but surely, while he was doing his introduction with you, you tried to come closer to him from the trees, he felt his heart more fluttering than he should too. after you get close enough he then investigate you, he look at your face, your body, your wings, and your beautiful eyes and hair, oh god he almost cant handle it. he ask you "What are you?" in which you replied "Fairy, or thats what folks told me what i am." you smiled at him brightly and he felt his heart was about to explode! he cant even get the chance to hide the red cheeks on him! and he ask you again "Do you have any Name?" "well i do have. folks named me Y/N" you replied. after that he went to full conversation with you, getting to know about each others live and stories. it went from afternoon to almost midnight. when he was already a sleep you told him to just go asleep to his room. that day was the last day off the Military gave him so he ask you if he can ever meet you again in which you replied "Why Not?" he then go to his villa and before he'd go, he waved his hand while saying "hasta luego hermosa hada." [ hasta luego hermosa hada : see you later beautiful fairy. ] and dissapear from your sight. he felt his whole body, soul, and heart was melting after meeting you and talk to you, oh he cant just wait until the vacation is coming and he can visit you again.

Horangi ༊

horangi at that time was just done training and decided to get some rest by taking a walk in some Village. he look at every house, every corner, hearing what people talk and stuff, he go to the bookstore to borrow some books to he read. after that he went to some cafe and drink some coffee, eating the fluffiest pancake and stuff until when he was about to go back he see some of the most beautiful green house he'd ever seen in his entire life, so he paid himself to visit and see whats inside, only to when he was on the inside he get surprised after seeing some Chubby!Maiden with fairy butterly wings and some weird ears. he cant lie but he find you kinda creepy in some whimsical and ethereal way but he also find you beautiful at the same time. your appereance making him stutter about what to say, until he said "못쓰게 만들다!.. S-sorry for disturbing.." [ 못쓰게 만들다 : fuck ] he went to the exit only until he stop because he just heard you shout "Ssstt if you walk around in this village with that expression, my owner will get caught and her business will be bankrupt!" he stop in his tracks and see you. "your owner business?" he ask, and you only nodd. "what about it?" he ask again. and which you replied "my owner is a witch, and she saved me from hunter and i love her with all of my life, and i dont want her to get caught because she had a fairy in her home!" and horangi, he doesnt know how to feel.. i mean he just met with the most strangest yet also the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen so clearly he dont know how to react and how to act. but he wouldnt mind tho. instead he ask you "are you a fairy?" "yes." you replied. he cant believe himself that he just met a real fucking life fairy when he was on a break! this feels like dream, and he start to find your appereance more attractive and more beautiful even. so he ask you "what your name?" and you replied "my owner named me Y/N so you can call me that :)" "Y/N? beautiful." he smiled at you in which you smiled at him. before he could get any longer conversation he gets a call from one of his comrades saying that he is getting late and the commander is annoyed with him. he almost shit in his pants while hearing that so he run literally the fastest shit you could ever imagine. and in result he already arrived at the Military Office with just 6 minutes while his commander gave him the most intense death stare you could ever imagine. his commander ask him about why is he getting so fucking late in which he replied "i got lovestruck by some beautiful creature." the commander is just shaking his head and told Horangi to be more focused. and he tried tho, but he just cant seem to forget you, he already clarified that you are the most beautiful chubby fairy maiden he'd ever seen. he wished that tomorrow he can still visit you and see you smile brightly at him and continuing the hanged conversation you had with him.

Special thanks to @gyarunie for correcting the horangi part, big thanks! ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

Prompt: Joffrey reveals himself to be a monster to her towards the start of the stay at Winterfell .Knowing that her parents cant reject the match between herself and the Crown Prince without repercussions,she stages a kidnapping and slips herself into the group heading to the Wall. Maybe she cuts off her hair/dyes her hair/steals some of Brans clothes.Kinda like a Mulan AU I guess?

OOOOOH WOW

this is one of those asks that i have to scroll for a minute to get to!!! but i got to it!!! IM SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO VERY LONG but inspiration strikes when it strikes. anyways, i might come out with a part 2 / dont tempt me to make this into another au i never finish but man the idea is GOOD.

anyways

i hope it was worth the wait.

As the night begins to dawn, Sansa Stark finds it hard to keep both feet on the ground.

She's lovestruck, falling hard for the golden haired Baratheon prince that's been put before her. With his charming good looks and regal posture, he's enough to make any maiden's heart flutter. In truth, even now with Joffrey and his parents, the King and Queen of the Iron Throne there in her own home, she's finding it hard to believe that she, she, of all people, will be the one to marry the prince. That someday she might be a queen as beautiful as his mother, Cersei Lannister, who smiles so sweetly whenever they meet, who speaks so tenderly, who upon after the betrothal was made official, calls her daughter, as if she so truly were.

"Come my lady, let us take one last walk." It's Joffrey now, bending over his arm in a bow as he approaches where she sits among the other young ladies of Winterfell. They erupt in giggles around her as she blushes to the roots of her hair but nods all the same, reaching out her hand to take his, allowing him to help her up onto her feet. Though she glances towards her mother, who sits engaged in conversation with her father and the King himself, Joffrey tugs on her hand and she can do nothing else besides follow after him. She knows it's inappropriate for her and the prince to sneak off alone like this, but she can't help but to excitedly wonder if he means only to steal her away for a private kiss. Besides, they are to be married in only a few short weeks, so what harm would it do?

They walk together out into the moonlit night, a surprising chill to the air that sends a shiver down her spine. If Joffrey notices, he does not speak on it, rather he continues to lead her through the courtyard where only a handful of guards and nobility mingle. It was astonishing just how many people came along with the King and his family and Sansa isn't certain there would ever be a way to remember all of their names. Along the back, they step into the gardens, the darkening sky pierced by the soft white light of the moon. "I will miss the moonlight of the North," she says as they fall to a stop before the brimming fountain, her lips curving with a smile. "But I suppose I will love it all the more whenever we return."

At her words, Joffrey turns, his expression not one she's seen before. It's not confusion, but rather, it looks like anger. No, it is something far beyond anger, and it frightens her down to her very core. Startled, Sansa begins to stammer an apology, but Joffrey silences her with a wave of his hand. "Return?" He scoffs, looking from her back towards Winterfell and back again. "We'll not be returning here once we leave," he goes on, shaking his head with a scathing sort of laugh that is far more chilling than the wind had been.

"Y-your pardon, I only meant... When we visit..."

"Did you not hear me, my lady... Once we leave here in two days, we shall not be returning. Not you and certainly not me. You will be my queen and you will stay South, where you belong." A strange feeling is creeping up within her; it's cold, it's deep, and it's so very dark. There is something about the way Joffrey says this that she knows it to be true. She realizes then, quite suddenly, that if she leaves with him as intended, she will never again return to Winterfell. She swallows. This isn't right, she thinks, he musn't mean it.

"I know the North is not entirely to your pleasure, but it is my home... I can't imagine never returning," she smiles, hoping her easy going tone is not lost to the shaking of her voice. "You may even grow to enjoy it here, if you give it a chance..." To her horror, Joffrey's hands shoot up and for a single instance, she thinks he means to strike her, but rather he takes hold of her by the upper arms, his grip like a vice. "M-my lord, you're h-hurting me," she whimpers, staring up into Joffrey's blazing eyes.

He leans in close to her, as close as he might have done for the kiss she had once hoped he'd bestow upon her, and breathes a simple reply. "Bid your home farewell, sweetheart, for we ride south in the morning." His grip lessens and then, he lets go entirely, taking a single step back from where she stands. The morning? She thinks, these words sinking in, realizing now that though she'd been told it would be another day before leaving... Evidently, someone had decided that there was no need to stay another night and no one had chosen to tell her. She wonders if this is cruelty on Joffrey's part or kindness of her parents, hoping to spare her the pain of knowing it was her last night home. Either way, it matters not, because she knows there's no way she can go South.

Not ever.

[ x x x ]

As she lays in bed, Sansa can do little else but stare at the ceiling above her bed and wish to be someone else. If she were anybody else, she would not be marrying the prince, and she would not be leaving home. Sansa had tried to explain her feelings to her mother, who had merely laughed and said it was nervous jitters. I had them, too, before I married your father, Cat Stark had said as she brushed out her daughter's hair for bed one last time. The next time she brushed this head of hair, it would be for her wedding day. The longer she spent with her mother that evening, the more Sansa realized she could not simply back out of this wedding. Sansa was not a stupid girl, though Arya might have argued differently, and she knew of the trouble brewing between the families. Between the kingdoms. She's overheard enough whispers and listened to enough speculation between her brothers to know that war was a very real possibility- some said only the good friendship between the Baratheon king and their father was what kept them safe. Sansa also knows, even just from the words spoken during their betrothal, that her marriage with Joffrey solidified the peace between them.

And yet...

The longer she thinks about it, the more she knows that despite it all, she cannot ride South. She knows of the stories, the ones of what happens to Stark men that go to King's Landing... What was stopping something terrible from happening to her as well? There had to be a way, there just had to be a way to free her from this wedding and ultimately, the prison King's Landing was certain to be.

It's just as she's resigning herself to her misery that something comes to her.

One of the stories she had read as a young girl, a story of a princess taken in the dead of night by an evil lord. Said princess was to be rescued by her true love, a shining knight of virtue that rides in on his white horse. And more is coming- it's not just her that is to leave on the morrow- but Jon, as well. Jon, her bastard brother, was being sent to the wall to join the Knight's Watch. He certainly would not be her knight, but if she could somehow slip in among him and the others heading out... Yes, it might possibly work.

But if it's going to work, she must work fast, as she knows the men are set to leave before morning light. And so she leaps from her bed and pulls on her dressing robe. It is late into the night, hours still from the morning call, but there is always the fear of a guard or even her father discovering her out of bed at such an hour. But she says a silent prayer to the Old Gods and then tiptoes from her room.

[ x x x ]

When the morning call comes, she's already gone, a single note hastily scratched in writing she hopes looks entirely unlike her own penmanship.

She's been gone well over an hour by then, for just as she had planned, she manages to slip away among those leaving for the Knight's Watch. With an old cloak draped over her shoulders, she keeps the hood up, shielding from those around her the red hair she's so well known for. Before leaving, she managed to snag some old breeches and shirt from the laundry, and she's braided her hair and tucked it up as much as she could. Luckily for her, she's mostly ignored by the other men, aside from one man who growls at her when she bumps into him halfway into the morning that first day.

The group walks for hours; far longer than she's certainly ever walked at one time. She's tired and she's hungry and she hurts in places she's never hurt before. But, there is a strange sense of warmth comes over her as she settles into a place of her own, away from the others, nearer to the river that runs through the forest. With no knowledge of how to build a fire, Sansa is thankful for the warmth of the summer night and hungry as she is, realizes she's far more tired than anything else. After a sleepless night and endless walking, she will forgo food if only it means she can sleep.

And so she wanders closer to the water's edge, where there beneath the canopy of darkness, she finally lowers her hood.

From where he watches, Jon finds himself intrigued by what he sees.

He can't really say what draws him to follow the hooded figure out to the river beyond simple curioisity. But now as he watches, he sees hands pulling what certainly must be pins from hair and to his shock, long hair comes tumbling down. Now he's really curious.

And just then, a cloud above them shifts and the moonlight illuminates her.

The red hair is vibrant, the pale moonlight weaving between the strands like ribbons. He's stunned, but his foot snaps a twig all the same. When she whips around, it's steel blue eyes he finds himself staring into and Jon wonders, despite sixteen years beneath the same roof as her, he's never noticed that look within her eyes. "Sansa..." Her name is on his lips before he can stop it and he realizes now that she is quite like a deer in the crosshairs, a creature torn between fight and flight.

She can't believe this.

Her fleeting sense of safety has fled, vanished into the night the moment those Stark gray eyes settled upon her. Of course, she can't now understand how she ever expected to avoid Jon forever, but she had hoped to at least be further out than this when they did meet. "Jon," she greets, taking a step away from the river and closer to where he stands. The moonlight is bright and it illuminates Jon in a way that makes her blink, makes her think. "Please..." It's the only plea she can offer, the only words that in this moment, seem right to say.

Jon studies her for a long moment; all things considered, she must have had a good reason to come. Sansa Stark wasn't the type to just... Throw it all away without a reason. Her dream of marriage to a prince was to come true, after all. Her golden haired Prince Joffrey had arrived in Winterfell only days before; a smug, ugly sort of kid that had grown tall, taller than even Robb, but one that had stolen Sansa's heart all the same. Jon wonders what could have made her do what she'd done. "I won't," he promises suddenly, earnestly.

Her face relaxes, she smiles.

She feels safe once again and it is far warmer than it was before.

Baker’s Dozen, Part 2

Final day, final day, final day!

Day 8: Free Day @taiqrowweek

Rating: K

Words: 1,800

Summary: When a desperate escape from fans leaves Qrow seeking shelter in a nearby restaurant, he expects little of the rundown, failing business that offers him a table. One bite is all it takes to change his mind. [Actor and Chef AU]

Ao3 Link: Part 2

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Mornings at the Qrow’s Nest were blissfully silent. With opening still hours away and the kitchen completely empty, Taiyang had all the time and space he needed to do the various prep work that would carry the lunch and dinner teams throughout the day. The things like soups, breads and desserts that needed a more delicate and mindful touch that would easily be lost under the hustle and bustle of the rush crowds.

It also gave him plenty of opportunity to experiment. He wasn’t used to the more trend-following patrons his new restaurant tended to draw in, but as head chef, it was his job to decide what went on the menu, while also finding new, exciting things to cycle in every season to stray from a stagnating selection. It was a challenge to imagine up different recipes rather than fall into his old, tried-and-true routines, but he’d never been one to quit when things got difficult and instead jumped headfirst into the work.

Thankfully, his business partner was a rather inspiring muse, with an entire filmography page to pull ideas from. Designing meals around whatever hotshot flick or program Qrow happened to be appearing in worked like a charm for both of them. There was less chance his creativity would tank and it drummed up excitement for the upcoming release.

This Fall would see the premiere of The Grimm Adventure, a dark and gritty fantasy-action flick. Though he wasn’t taking a leading role, Qrow still seemed positively beside himself for it to come out (Tai suspected it had something to do with the fact he got to run around for two-thirds of the film with a sword). From what he understood, the story took place in a dystopian world ruled by shadow creatures and followed the journey of a young maiden tasked with saving her dying world. Qrow would appear in it as her mentor, guiding her during her more difficult trials.

The low-lit sets seen in the trailers belayed a morose, almost gothic aesthetic, and had Tai leaning towards garnishes that matched, such as brisket and black-bean chili, forbidden rice and chicken stir fry, southern pork with a side of black-eyed peas and blackberry cobbler and black forest ham with leafy asparagus and roasted potatoes peppered with black garlic. He was most proud of that last one, as it was meant to match the fire-burnt thickets Qrow would save his apprentice from.

The menu was mostly complete and ready to be revealed. The only thing he had left to decide on was the final dessert.

So, Tai flipped on his old cassette player, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

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Two hours later found him flourishing on the final touches to the cake he’d crafted while belting out the lyrics to whatever western-inspired ditty was managing to come out of the ancient machine.

“Country roooads, take me hooome, to the place I belooong. West Virginia, mountain llama. Oh take me home, country roads.”

No one was around to hear the lyrics he didn’t quite remember right.

So, of course that was the moment someone decided to walk through the door.

“Mountain llama?”

Tai jumped, completely butchering the strawberry he was trying to cut precisely in half. He swiveled around, greeted by the amused smile of his partner. “God’s almighty Qrow! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

He chuckled, holding up his hands in peaceful surrender. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s just – llama??”

“Oh put a sock in it.” He turned off his player before reaching for another strawberry. As he chopped down, he said, “Surprised to see you here. I thought you were staying in New Zealand a few more days?”

“The reshoots went better than expected, so I caught an early flight.” Qrow explained. “Though I would kill for some coffee right now.”

“Pot’s on for the taking.”

The offer was graciously accepted, and soon enough the other man had a mug in his hand and a seat on the counter, watching as Tai shaped the strawberry halves into hearts. He took a sip of his coffee – black with barely enough cream to color – and asked, “What are you working on?”  

Focused on getting the cut just right this time, his response was distracted. “Dessert, for you.”

“Ah, you shouldn’t have.” Like the thespian he was, Qrow absolutely played it up, putting a hand to his heart and fluttering his eyelashes like a lovestruck debutante.

“You know, they say the first sign of an actor’s career going south is when they start to overact.” He ‘tsk’ed pityingly. “And you were still so young too.”

“Hm, funny,” There was a clear smirk in Qrow’s voice, “Because the only way ‘south’ I intend to go is with you.”

Tai missed the next cut too. Ears burning red, he shot the other a look. The only response he was offered was one brow raised in challenge as he smugly drank his coffee.

As much as he wanted to give back as good as he was given, nothing decent would form in his mind. So, he just grumbled, “Snake”. He’d have felt defeated, if not for how nice on the ears Qrow’s chuckles were. “If you’re all done with your games, I’d appreciate it if you’d have a taste of this cake.”

“You sure you want my opinion on that? You know I’m not much of a dessert guy.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure to temper the sweetness for your tender palate.” He said as fetched the cake from the adjacent workstation’s display shelf. Beyond its stark black frosting, the two-layered cake did not look like much. The decoration was left simple, only a standard spiral design bordering the top and bottom edges. Even the addition of the strawberry slices in a simple ring on top only added a bare hint of color.

The trick was within.

As Tai sliced through the cake, it revealed the marble design inside. Made with a mixture of chocolate and red velvet, the two batters blended together in a swirl like pattern. The layers were neatly divided by a scarlet-bright raspberry filling, bringing all the dark colors and bright reds together. He might not be the most outstanding baker there was – that honor had gone to his late wife – but he still felt a sense of pride as he held out the slice to his partner.

Qrow whistled as he got a proper gander at it. “You really outdid yourself this time.”

“The truth is in the taste, not the view.” Tai handed him a fork next.

“Beg to differ.” He said, eyes never leaving him even as he dug in. “The view’s pretty nice from where I’m looking.”

The flush was back, spreading like a fever across his cheeks.

When they had first met, he had told Qrow he was no fool, unblinded by the trickery of the successful and silver-tongued. He’d like to maintain that eighteen months later, that was still the case. But the game Qrow was playing now was more devious than his first – and one Tai didn’t entirely mind losing.

He could not say quite when it started, all the flirting that grew bolder by the day and lewd comments that left him redder than a rose. At first, it had overwhelmed him; yet before long, he had found himself trying to return those notions. It had been quite some time since anyone had taken a fancy of him but settling down had not left him entirely rusty. Every time he managed to leave Qrow speechless or shy left a pleasant warmth in his belly, like a fire just starting to burn.

So yes, he absolutely knew where all this hemming and hawing was leading them. He just never fathomed in his wildest dreams he’d be heading there with someone like Qrow. On a surface level, he could never imagine they were even compatible.

Like the cake, the trick was on the inside.

As was typical for a man of his class, Qrow hid a lot to save face and that was what most saw. A successful, rich, socialite who barely had time to look down his nose at the common folk. Yet, Tai had learned the compassion he truly held. The gesture that saved his restaurant was only one act of many. He saw it again, when Qrow quietly requested if Tai would apprentice Lie Ren, the son of his driver who wished for a future in the kitchen. And again, in his visits to the children’s hospital to read them stories whenever he was in town. Once more with the various gift and food donations he’d make around the holidays so fewer homes had to go without.

That isn’t to say the man didn’t have his edges. He could be too caustic at times and if politics was even hinted at as a topic of conversation, Qrow’s voice was louder than anyone’s in just what he thought about their current president’s policies. He liked to drink, sometimes in excess, and when he was in a poor mood he either took to isolating himself or just sulked about like a teenager.

Yet for all his bad, the good still shined through. His smiles and laughter were treasures. He declined to live in excess, finding peace in the quietness of a quaint home. He was strict in never telling lies to those he trusted. He was brilliant, and funny, and hard-working. It was also a plus that Qrow was nicer to gaze upon than any fancy painting in the most prestigious museum.

There was so much Tai had grown to appreciate about the man behind the actor. With it, his feelings were starting to bud, close to blooming. He knew it was much the same for Qrow – though he knew not how precisely he viewed him, he at least could determine with confidence that it was a mutual romance beginning between them.

The real question was, which of them would be the one to make the final play on this game they’d started?

“Mmm, this is really good.” Qrow’s voice broke him from his thoughts, already halfway through the cake. “You’re right, it’s not too sweet.”

“And the berries add that tartness you like.” Tai added.

He chuckled, forking another piece. “You keeping track of my food preferences?”

That was, perhaps, the best hand he was ever gonna get dealt.

“A’course.” He lent his hip against the counter, “How else will I make your favorites when I invite you to dinner?”

Qrow froze, utensil halfway to his mouth as he stared beyond it and right at him. After a heated second of silence, he asked, “Is that a request for a date?”

Tai hid the shake of his hands by crossing his arms. “It is, if you’ll have me for one.”

“Believe me, I’d happily have you for dinner any day of the week.”

“Yeah?” A laugh mixed with embarrassment and pleasure left him. “How ‘bout Thursday then?”

Qrow smiled one of those treasured smiles and blushed one of those gut-warming blushes, and said, “Sounds just perfect.”

About Love - Yona x F!Reader

About Love [Akatsuki no Yona oneshot] Ship: Yona/F!Reader Word count: 1,801 Warnings: Near death ?

        Darkness.  That was all that permeated your vision, and you tried to move your limbs in confusion.  At once, a bright light flashed in your eyes, and you blinked a couple times as you took in your surroundings.

        You were back at Castle Hiryuu.  What was this?  A dream?  The last thing you remembered was being on one of the pirate ships with Yona.  You were fighting to free the captured maidens.  And then...  And then...

        Eyes widening at the memory, you quickly checked your stomach in panic, expecting to see a gaping hole where the sword had slashed you, to see the red staining your clothes.  Instead, you saw nothing, your outfit being normal.  Oh dear Hiryuu, you weren't dead, right?  Right?!

        Hearing shouting, you looked up, clear confusion written all over your face.  You were safe and dry underneath one of the castle hangar's, but it was night time, and pouring out to boot.  However, you recognized the one voice that cried out so painfully, and you ran down the hall in panic, coming to a sliding stop as you peered in the room the noise came from.  Your stomach turned at the sight, sorrow gripping your heart painful.

        This wasn't a dream.  It was a memory.

        Collapsed on the ground in shock was a woman you were all-too-familiar with, Princess Yona and former heir to the throne.  Staring ahead in shock, you could see why she had cried out.  On the ground, deceased, was her father, King Il.  And the perpetrator?

        None other than the man you had sworn your life to serve, Soo-won.  Even as his lady-in-waiting were you shocked, and your throat seized up as his eyes went from Yona to you, his face hard.

        "[Y/n]...  Yona...  Neither of you should be out."

        You rushed forward to shield Yona from the grisly sight before her.  You wanted to curse him into oblivion.  To cry and scream and ask why.  You had no control of your voice though, for you could not change the past.

        "Soo-won... How could you?"

        A few guards came into the room, but you knew they would not help you as they pointed their swords at you.  No, they needed to get rid of the evidence - evidence being you and Yona.

        Forcing the younger princess to her feet, you had rushed out, in search of a weapon you could protect yourselves with.  The princess was stumbling behind you, clearly dissociating from the scene before her.  If it had been any other time, you'd be attentive and try to calm her down, but you didn't have the luxury or time to stall for even a moment.  A moment of hesitation would lead to your downfall.

        Feeling tears prick your eyes, soon enough you and Yona were cornered in the courtyard, and Yona collapsed onto the muddy ground, clearly giving up.  You tried to go back to her, but you were seized in an instant, a sword threateningly held up to your neck to prevent any movement.

        Yona...

        You felt rage well in you.  How could they do this to somebody so sweet?  How could Soo-won, the man you thought you knew best, do this?!  A scream ripped through your entire being, and you bashed your head back, hitting the soldier who had you in his grasp square in the face.  It was with enough force to cause him to fall back, his nose a bloody mess, and you grabbed the sword from him, spinning it around once before going to save Yona.

        "[Y/n], get her out of here!"

        A new voice joined the fray, and you spared Hak a glance and nodded, rushing to Yona and gently bringing her to a stand.  For a moment, she tried to pull away, clear distrust of you and confusion, and you made an attempt to calm her down.

        "I'm here for you, princess.  I'll keep you safe, even if it means laying my life down for your own."

        Slowly, your surroundings began to fade into blackness, but not before your eyes met her purple ones, sad and defeated, but still trusting of you.

        And you only had one thought.

        I'll always fight for you.

        She was crying.  Hovering over the battered and injured body of [Y/n], her most trusted friend, Yona couldn't help the tears and worry that racked her body, even with Yoon's reassurance that you would be okay.  After all, wasn't it her fault in the first place that this happened?  Her fault that you were injured?  Her fault that you were even here?  By all intents and purposes, you weren't even supposed to leave Castle Hiryuu with her.  You had been Soo-won's lady-in-waiting, after all.  Would he had spared you if you had stayed?

        "Please...  Please, [Y/n]...  Wake up..."

        You stirred lightly, feeling something wet drop down onto your face, and you winced as a sharp pain reverberated throughout your entire body.  Somebody was crying for you, a voice that sounded familiar, but who?

        "Mm..."

        You tried to speak but your throat felt drier than cotton.  The small noise was enough to grab the person's attention, though, and they quickly left, presumably to go get somebody else.  Moments later, a cool compress was pressed to your forehead, and you found the strength to flutter your eyes open.  Standing over you was Yona and Yoon, Ao perched comfortably on the former's head.

        "How are you feeling?"

        You blinked once at Yoon, slowly processing his words.  ". . . I've been better," you rasped, wincing at the way your voice sounded.  How long had you been out?

        As if reading your mind, Yoon helped prop your head up, giving you a sip of water from his flask.  "You've been out for 3 days.  You worried us all, you idiot!"

        While his words were brash, you could tell they were sincere, and you offered a wobbly smile, grateful for the water.  "It's fine.  I would do it all over again if it meant the princess made it out unscathed."

        On cue, Yona started to sniffle again, taking your hands earnestly.  "No!  You can't put yourself into danger like that again!  Let the other's fight, but you and Hak...  I can't lose either of you."

        You felt a pang in your heart, and bitterly smiled.  "I cannot just stand aside while our allies fight, princess."

        Clearing his throat, Yoon stood up, going to exit the tent.  You could easily tell he didn't want to be present for the fight that was brewing between the two of you, and he quickly made a half-hearted excuse about how he had to go see to the cooking so the "exotic beasts" would stop complaining.  Ao scurried after him, leaving you and Yona completely alone.

        She started to cry again, and you felt your heart drop at causing her so much pain.  Struggling to sit up, and ignoring the pain in your abdomen, you cupped her face.  "Princess Yona," you started, causing her to cry more.  "I'm fine, aren't I?  Just let me protect you.  Please."

        She shook her head, her hand going up to hold your own.  "But why?  Why do you want to protect me so much?"

        You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled past your lips at her own obliviousness.  "Why did I leave Soo-won to protect you in the first place?"  You retorted, before sighing.  Now was as good a time as any, right?  "I want to protect you because I love you, you big dummy.  I'm already at a disadvantage considering I'm a girl, and I don't care if it's taboo, but I love you and will lay down my life for you if I have to."

        Your confession had stopped the flow of tears, and she blinked in shock at you.  You could already feel disheartened.  Who were you, after all, compared to Hak, or Jae-ha, or even Ki-ja?

        Averting your eyes, you let your hand drop down to your lap.  "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, princess.  I won't speak of it again if it bothers you."

        "No."

        The word came out so defiantly that you reeled for a moment, eyes going back to meet her purple ones.  "Wh...  'No'?"

        "No," Yona repeated, a newfound fire taking place of the sorrow she had previously been feeling.  Your heart sunk.  Oh dear Hiryuu, she was going to ridicule you for your feelings, wasn't she?  After all, a woman loving another woman?  If only society was that progressive.  She pressed on, seeing your heartbroken face.  "It's not...  You didn't make me uncomfortable."

        Wait, what?

        She fumbled for her words for another moment, her face slowly growing into a shade of red that rivaled her infamous hair.  "I...  I mean, it's just.  I don't want to lose you."  Her words came out in a rush.  "I just...  Agh!"  Growing frustrated, she grabbed both of your hands and tugged you forward, nearly causing you to topple as you winced from the movement.  "Sorry, [Y/n]!" She hastily apologized.  "It's just, I love you too, which is why when I see you behave so recklessly it hurts me!  Especially when you say it's for me!"

        For a moment, the world stopped moving.  You looked at her with wide eyes, a light pink blooming over your face too.  Were you hallucinating?  Was it possible you were still passed out and this was a dream?  Perhaps, maybe, you really had died and this was heaven.

        "You...  Love me?"

        Yona nodded sharply, and you leaned forward hesitantly to place a short and sweet kiss on her lips, just to confirm that this was real.  While the action took her by surprise, she had only just started to respond before you pulled away, a goofy smile on your face.

        "Does this mean you're going to be my own personal nurse as I recover, princess?"

        Yona immediately pulled away and smacked you on the head, blushing profusely.  "Y-you're just as bad as Hak!"

        You giggled, clearly lovestruck and happy with the change in events as you pulled her down again.  "That's only one of the reasons why you love me though, right?"

        The two of you started to kiss again, soft and gentle, before the tent flap opened.

        "[Y/n], Yoon told me you had recovered and that the Princess was seeing to your - AH!"

        Ki-ja, the unfortunate sap, jerked away violently and hit the ground as you and Yona pulled away slightly.  Curiosity clearly had hold of the others, and soon Jae-ha and Hak were both peeking in, a smirk on the former's face.

        "And what do we have here?  I do believe, Thunder Beast, that you owe me money."

        "Wait, you bet on us?!"

National Kiss day Drabbles- Seniors Ver.

Hajime and Shun ; His kisses are full of love, passion, and something indescribable. He feels electricity run through his veins each time their lips connect, and fire in the pit of his stomach when their tongues intertwine. As he pushes the other against the counter he can’t help but wonder how these types of kisses started, or when they became so addictive. How did he manage to become to crave them? Any day he went without them, he would feel the effects the next day. If the days piled up, so did his mild irritation, until eventually he would track the other down for them. He would admit that he hunted Shun down like predator and prey on those days… It seemed to be fine though, the white haired man didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Shun would be just as hungry as Hajime was for these kisses-- he seemed to look forward to the game of cat and mouse. Eventually Hajime knew he was being avoided on purpose in order to build up the suspense. Shun wanted to see Hajime craving him. Well, that was fine with him. He was fine with doing so. After all, Shun being who he is... Hajime expected this type of behavior from his lover. As their kisses became more desperate and heated, Hajime passingly wondered to himself if anything could really compare to the feeling of their lips connecting. Shun’s impossibly soft pink lips which tasted of ice and mint against his own rougher ones-- nothing could really compare to that for him. For either of them.  Hajime and Haru ; Haru smiled softly as he kissed his boyfriend’s cheek. A sign of trust and love, a gentle reassurance. Sometimes a greeting, sometimes a goodbye. Sometimes to tease, just for fun, other times to showed he cared. It could mean many things, a kiss between longtime friends, a kiss between partners-- or a kiss between lovers. Seeing the other look away or try to ignore it was oftentimes cute and would cause him to want to tease Hajime more. His kisses would suddenly increase, small pecks all over Hajime’s face, wanting to overwhelm the other in the type of affection he was so unused to. This type of thing, one day he wanted his friend to become used to the sensation. Though he won’t admit it, Haru’s favorite response was when Hajime would smile warmly, his cheeks pink as he leaned in and returned the favor. The feeling would linger on his skin for the rest of the day, and suddenly he would become the one being teased. Hajime and Kai ; Kai loved kissing Hajime’s shoulders. Broad, strong, maybe not as muscular as his own but the weight they held seemed to be immeasurable. He liked watching the stress slide off of this shoulders as his kisses traveled down his slim neck and towards those muscles. The soft but strained sigh that Hajime would let out let Kai know he was doing a good job, something that always helped him relax more in these types of situations. He liked being able to take the stress and weight off of the leader’s shoulders, and being entrusted to do so was a feeling that warmed his chest as well. He liked kissing his shoulders anywhere he could reach, the top, sides, down his arms, down his back, each one seemed to melt his pain and tension away, and eventually, it would leave Hajime slightly shaken. Kai would grin when he heard the complaints for him to move faster. He loved watching as a different type of tension began to rise up within Hajime’s shoulders. He was itching to watch as his breathing would change and quicken. His kisses would linger and tease for as long as he could until the other got sick of it-- though he knew Hajime enjoyed just as much as he did. 

Haru and Shun ;

Shun watched as Haru lifted his pale white foot, one hand behind his ankle and the other under his heel. He watched as Haru brought his tan and pink lips to his own snow covered skin, smiling fondly as he felt the smooth kiss pressed against the top center of his foot. Haru always made sure to treat him like a princess, and he often felt like a lovestruck maiden in moments like this. He ignored the heat he felt in his ears as he watched the other’s actions closely, smiling wider when he saw the gentle look on Haru’s face as he covered the demon lord in affection. The kisses traveled up his leg, and about midway Shun felt himself shiver. As usual, Haru’s smile changed to a more suggestive and sadistic one, his gaze narrowing as his kisses began to trail up into Shun’s inner thigh, the actions causing his chest to rise and fall with increasing difficulty. His mouth hung open and he almost whimpered before Haru turned his attention towards Shun’s other leg and Shun sighed shakily. These kisses may be torture, but they were still his favorite, he thought to himself as he felt a single innocent kiss on his opposite foot now, the pattern repeating all over again. Kai and Shun ; A kiss on the hand for good luck. For praise, as a rewards, as a sign or love, as a sign of forgiveness-- it meant many things to the both of them. When they were alone and intimate, a kiss to each finger, on each digit. The blush on Shun’s cheeks burned but seeing Kai’s lips press tantalizingly slow and chaste kisses to each part of his hand never failed to cause Shun to melt. In public, a kiss on the hand because they were in need of something to keep them grounded and calm. A reminder of the promises they have made over time.  The darker, chapped lips against his pale white hand used to feel odd, but now it felt normal. He could feel butterflies in his stomach each time, and he would smile at his partner. Sometimes, when the kiss came with a promise from the heart, Kai would even kneel like his knight in shining armor. The dust of pink on Kai’s cheeks was nice too. So was the feeling of a kiss in the palm of his hand, the feeling making him shiver as he felt it trail to his wrist as well. No matter what Kai’s kisses were gentlemanly and showed all the love he held for Shun in a way other kisses couldn’t-- they were his favorite since the feelings and love for him came across so clearly in a way he couldn’t deny. Kai and Haru ; Kai loved making the other senior blush. The best way to have glasses-san turning pink was simple. He would come from behind, gently take a hold of a small section of hair behind Haru’s ear and kiss it. He smirked each time as he watched the other’s ears turn red. It was cute, how easily the other would become flustered by the simple action. He adored seeing different reactions each time. Sometimes a butterfly kiss to the strands of hair would add extra effect to his actions and cause Haru to complain more.  When they were speaking together, holding hands, he would gently take the hair by the other’s cheek and kiss it to tease. He knew how it affected Haru for him so slowly lean in and tilt his head, especially when he saw the blonde lashes fluttering closed behind the man’s glasses. Any time he would come close to Haru’s face it would make the march representative shuffle in place anxiously, having expected something else. He loved watching the other wait impatiently for a kiss on the lips or cheek or neck-- but it wouldn’t come. Not for as long as he could kiss the other’s flowery scented dirty blonde hair instead. He also knew, for as much as Haru complained about it, that he loved it as well.    So uh yeah apparently I heard something about National Kiss Day yesterday. I did actually write this last night but decided to wait to post it until today so that I could edit it properly in a better (more awake) mindset. So, here you go! Middles and Juniors will eventually come. Tell me if I should post these on my ao3 or just keep them here???  Thank you to @54xe for proofing <3