#ems ask box: chan
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WE'RE NEVER, EVER, EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER | bcn
🧸 pairing. bang chan + gn!reader
synopsis. after a terrible argument with your long-time boyfriend, you decided to pack your things and move out of your shared apartment, since they had become part of your daily routine at that point— but after almost a month apart, you realized you couldn't stand the sight of the gifts he'd bought you while together without crying your eyes out, so hyunjin's birthday party to which you were both invited was just the perfect occasion to give him back his stuff.
🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; exes to lovers; angst; fluffy ending
“Is he gonna be there?” you softly inquired as you placed the heavy shopping bags you'd just carried all the way up the long flight of steps, fumbling within your pockets for your keys.
“Well… yes.” Felix’s low voice mumbled through the phone speaker after a few seconds of awkward silence, his response making you let out a quiet sigh as you finally opened the door and stepped inside, carrying the bags to the kitchen and setting them on the table, slumping down on one of the wooden chairs around it a second later with a groan.
“Great, ‘cause I took some of his things by mistake when I moved out. I can return ‘em to him when we all meet up this weekend for Hyune’s birthday.” you said as you glanced over the small plastic bag you’d tied up and placed next to the couch, which contained all the shirts and sweatshirts of his that you used to wear on a daily basis not long ago, now neatly folded on top of the other, with a small box on top, the necklace he’d gifted you on your first anniversary inside.
“Oh.” your friend pursed his lips, “So… Is it like— Officially over then?”
You let out a stifled laugh, “Lix. I literally packed my shit and left the apartment I shared with him three weeks ago, how much more official than this can it get?” you scoffed, getting up from your seat and starting to take out of the bags the food and other kitchen essentials you’d bought from the market to stock up the cabinets and fridge of your empty apartment. Completely devoid of personality, of memories— of him. You let out a shaky breath, “H-How is he doing?” you muttered, biting your bottom lip.
“I don’t know, he barely talks to us anymore. He just…” Felix’s voice cracked. The whole situation— the whole break up affected not only you and him, but also your friends, “He’s not Chan anymore.” he finished, taking out of the oven a tray full of freshly baked chocolate cookies, and set it on the nearby counter. A few seconds of complete silence passed, until Felix just HAD to ask you— “Look. I know I shouldn't mingle in your business, but… would you ever consider giving him another chance?”
Your whole body stiffened, the bag of dried pasta in your hands falling on the floor loudly. You clenched your jaw, a stray tear running down your cheek, “You’re right. You shouldn't mingle in my business.”
You hung up.
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“No, I can’t fucking do it.” you grabbed your phone from the passenger’s seat and opened up KakaoTalk, your trembling hands quickly typing out a ‘So so sorry Hyune, I can’t do it. Could you please come outside so I can at least give you your gift?’ before gulping down the big, heavy lump that bubbled up in your throat the second you parked your car in front of his dorm a few minutes earlier, staring straight at the big window right in front of you, which showed off what seemed to be a packed, lively birthday party. You didn’t expect any less from them though, they always went all out on parties.
Tap tap.
Your head shot to your side when someone loudly tapped on your car window, a big smile forming on your lips when you noticed a grinning Changbin and Hyunjin leaning on your car. “Happy birthday, old man!” you exclaimed as you stepped out into the cold night, and engulfed the younger one in a warm hug, before kissing the older’s cheek as a greeting.
Changbin lightly pushed you, a big pout on his lips, “It’s not the same without you constantly around. We miss you.” he said, pulling at your heartstrings.
It all felt so strange— going from seeing the boys every other day, be it you going to their dorms just to hang out or them visiting you and Chan in your old apartment to have lunch or dinner together, to barely even texting them back, “I miss you all so much and I’d love to come in and see the others as well, but… I’m so sorry I just can’t.” you smiled bitterly at them, rushing to open your car door and grab the box on the backseat containing his present, giving it to him with a small smile, “I know how much you’ve been wanting this.” you said, nervously waiting to see his reaction.
He shook the box in an attempt to guess what it was only from the sound, but when it didn’t make any, he frowned, quickly placing the box on the hood of your car to open it more easily. You let out a big sigh of relief when he squealed, throwing himself between your arms to squeeze the life out of you with a hug, while Changbin inspected his younger member’s gift, “Woah, thank you so much! It’s— how’d you know? I don’t think I even ever mentioned it in front of you. Or did I?” Hyunjin asked, still tightly hugging you.
You giggled at how excited he was, but scowled soon after, “No. Uhm, actually, it was him that suggested it so…” you mumbled, and your friend’s bodies visibly stiffened, “But I don’t wanna ruin your mood and party with my disastrous love life. Go inside and have fun!” you broke the hug and distanced yourself, opening the car door once more to grab the bag you’d filled with his stuff from the backseat, handing it out to Changbin as your eyes stayed fixed on the ground, “Just… could you please give this to him? I wanted to do it myself, but—”
“Of course! No need to ask twice!” Changbin interrupted you, taking the bag from your hands with a reassuring smile and sneakily taking a peek inside of it, quietly gasping when he noticed a clear sack on top of a pile of clothes filled with jewellery he knew his Hyung had gifted you in the course of your 4-year long relationship.
You cleared your throat, “Well! Thank you for keeping me company. I’ll send you my new address once I get home so you can come over whenever you want— tell the others too!” you smiled, quickly hugging the both of them and hopping inside of your car as soon as you felt a pair of eyes you knew too well following your every step. You may have been the one to break up with him, but you sure as hell were NOT ready to face him just yet.
You’d started backing out of the parking lot, when suddenly— “WAIT!” someone shouted, and you immediately hit the brakes, scrutinising the darkness around you confused, until you saw him. You saw Chan.
Your heartbeat sped up, “What—” you whispered, your eyes following his figure running towards you and stopping next to your car door, the bag you’d given Changbin a few minutes ago tightly clutched in his grip.
He rested his free hand against your half-open window, heavily panting as he looked you in the eyes with his dark ones, which were covered by a thick layer of tears; under, the heaviest eyebags you’d ever seen him have, “P—Please, can we talk?” his voice shook, his pleading tone making you want to exit your vehicle and wrap him in your arms to tell him that everything was okay, that everything could go back to how it was. But that would be far from the truth.
“I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about.” you sniffled, your bottom lip trembling as you gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying with all your might to not break down in front of him.
“Please, please.” he begged, tears running down his cheeks as he wiped some off with the sleeves of his favourite black hoodie. Seeing how much distress he was in broke your heart all over again, and without even realising, your hand had started reaching up to hold his hand, but you quickly retracted it, turning your head away from him, “At least… At least tell me why— why do you want to return my shirts? And gifts? They’re for you, I—I bought them thinking about you, I—” he stumbled on his words, running a hand through his messy, dark hair while his other one tried to pass you the bag through the window.
You shook your head, pushing it back out with trembling hands as you stopped the car, knowing you wouldn’t be going home anytime soon at that point. You took in a deep breath and got out of the car, stepping once again out in the cold night, which made you shiver— he had to hold himself back from zipping down his hoodie and giving it to you. Seeing you after a whole month apart made his heart do cartwheels in his chest. He unconsciously blushed, and you mirrored it; not because you were flustered like him, but because of anger and frustration, “Why do you think I returned every single thing you’ve ever gifted me, Chan? It PAINS me to see them. To be CONSTANTLY reminded of what we had, but couldn’t keep.” your voice cracked at the last part, sniffling and staring in his deep brown eyes you loved so much, “I still l—love you so fucking much it hurts. I think about you from the moment I wake up until I fall asleep, you’re constantly on my mind, but I just— I couldn’t keep on being miserable like that.” you finished, biting your bottom lip until you drew blood out of it, but you couldn’t care less at that moment.
He hesitantly took your freezing hands between his warm ones, stroking your fingers slowly with a hopeful look in his eyes, “I can change things, I—I can—” he tried to say with a smile on his lips, which dropped when you interrupted him.
“I want this so bad too, but I don’t think—” you sobbed, squeezing his hands with yours.
He took a step closer to you, resting your left hand against his warm cheek, lingering on your soft touch he’d missed like oxygen, “Please, I love you so much. Letting you walk out was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life— no, wait. Being a shitty, barely present boyfriend was the biggest mistake I could ever make. I—I should've never allowed my career to get in between us.” he admitted, sweetly kissing your palm, “Baby, please… I—I know we’re worth a second shot.” he stuttered out, chewing his bottom lip nervously when you didn’t respond immediately, which he took as a sign to distance himself and leave you alone, “That is only— only if you want to too, of course…” he mumbled, slowly letting your hands go, afraid he’d made you uncomfortable.
But you surprised him when you took his hands in your own once again, pulling him closer to you with your lips curved in a smile, “Let’s… Let’s try again, okay? Let’s start fresh.”
“Wait, you’re— you’re serious?” he widened his eyes and blushed, biting his cheek as hard as he could just to check if that was a dream, since he refused in any way, shape or form to untangle your now intertwined fingers.
You nodded, placing a peck on his jaw, “Yes. Just… promise me we won’t make the same mistakes as last time—” you plead.
“Promise!” he interrupted, wrapping his hands around you and picking you up to spin you around, which made you both giggle, smiling from the heart for the first time since you’d broken up, “God, I can’t believe you’re back.” he chortled, ultimately pressing his warm lips on yours.
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Promo?
The street was dead silent as you came around the corner, pausing when you overheard a conversation between two very sinister individuals. A girl was smoking a cigarette, and bouncing around from side to side, and a boy was leaning against the stone wall behind them.
"Oh, heya, Kichi! What're you doing here? This is usually Ibuki's corner!"
"Don't call me that. My name is Kokichi. Nicknames are reserved for my partner and my family. And you are neither of the above. And as for what I'm doing here, I'm waiting for a client who wants a contract killing. What's your excuse?"
"Out here selling drugs, just like every other day! I can always pick up on who wants some goodies versus who'd just rat me out to the feds! Besides, watching 'em zoink out makes Ibuki's day full of laughter!"
"Whatever. Hey, give me one."
The girl nodded and reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out of the box, and threw it to the boy, who quickly caught it. His reflexes must be on point in order to catch something so small so easily.
"God, that'll be better. I won't want to vomit half as hard."
"Hm? What do you mean by that?"
The girl tilted her head, swaying a little bit as she tucked her arms behind her back in a display of faux curiosity.
"Nevermind, it's nothing. Just let me focus on whacking someone and get in the zone before you ruin what relatively good mood I was in before this godawful conversation."
He lifts the cigarette to his lips, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and lighting the end of the object as he takes a long drag.
"Hm? Ibuki thinks she's super fun and not awful! Kichi-Chan is just a big ol' meanie who's too focused on his crime career to even think about just letting loose and having fun!"
"Shh. Quiet. We have an audience."
He rounds the corner, facing you as the girl follows him. The second they spot you, the boy scowls and the girl appears giddy.
"Gah, great."
The boy reaches into his back pocket and aims a pistol at you, while the girl draws a knife from her jacket with an elated expression.
"Right, well. Can't have this getting back to the feds. No hard feelings. So... any last words?"
Perhaps he can be reasoned with... What do you do?
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hey hey heyy!! i have a question about your first impressions of your moots and anons?
i did a few of my mutuals and my active anons 🥹
@ncteez was literally going to pee myself when she followed me. the first time we talked, we were doing a pc trade and i was lit RALLY so fucking terrified of her but now i love her and i miss her and she makes me feel better when i have an issue with anything. my hon <3
@rubyreduji i rmbr one of our first convos was months after we became mutuals— i was really drunk at a party and i told him everything that was happening. he’s the only person im not terrified to talk to because i alrdy know he hates me 🤗. fun fact: jj has seen me in my truest form bc he follows my finsta (everyone keep him in ur thoughts)
@agustdiv1ne ashlee, aur my god. my first thought abt tumblr user agustdiv1ne was ‘wow, this theme is so cute’ and my second thought was ‘wow, ashlee is so kind and chill and i think i would like her to be my best friend’ and now i hit her up at least once a week on some bullshit and i make her pick my next read or i tell her abt this bitch that owes me $500 <3 she understands me bc we were cut from the same cloth
@etherealyoungk i thought skye’s account was so cute 🥹🥹 omfg i remember the first time we interacted was on our birthday (april 30th, nobody forget) and ever since then she’ll come into my inbox and check in on me and it’s so endearing and makes my whole day. i also love hearing abt how she’s doing T-T NOW me and skye are lowkey bffls. we just buddy read a book together and it was saurrrr much fun, i love her sm 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
@majestyjun MILLIE WAS ONE OF MY FIRST TXT MOOTS. i love her so much omfg, i’ve always thought she was the coolest ever like 😵💫😵💫 i am kinda just her fan at this point like it’s so embarrassing. i get all blushy when she replies to my asks
@hwanghyunjinenthusiast i was kinda intimidated bc rj uses punctuation (which is literally fine and normal) and i thought she was mad every time i’d be in her ask box. now i think shes the funniest person alive and she’s my favorite person to annoy the shit out of.
@heesbaby MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF CINNA WAS THAT SHE WAS THE SWEETEST ANGEL EVER. i still think this by the way. i will literally get on one knee and propose and love her forever /srs.
@gyuswhore i think i thought em was really nice and quiet and i was so wrong. em is so fucking funny and unhinged in the best way possible. she’s probably the only person that will call me a bitch and an irresponsible spender (she’s never wrong)
@toruro my first thought of mika was adorable and i thought she was a really great writer. literally have her manhandling with chan tattooed on my brain. she is so nice to me and our brief biweekly interactions are very endearing to me <3
@homerunhansol J MY WORLD, i think ive always thought she was an angel in disguise and she’s ALWAYS been someone i want to be happy forever and ever and ever. i also think i thought her love for vernon was so cute bc i dont come across dolly’s very often and it’s just so endearing when i do bcos they are literally a gift from the gods. i love j ⭐️
@sunnylovespickles i thought sunny was so cute actually. i remember our first conversation and she was making me so nervous liejwheheb so cute and sweet like i’ll never get over the way she flattered me. (how to get to my heart: validate me the way sunny did)
@taekurai MY FIRST IMPRESSION OF MAX IS SO FRESH BC WE JUST BECAME MOOTS BUT OFNSHSBE I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH HER? love at first sight seriously. i thought she was so kind and i love the pink on her theme and i just love her sm fr.
🪴 dead plant nonnie T-T ive always been obsessed w them. they told me they liked my desk set up and ive been whipped ever since. no but fr, getting an ask from dead plant nonnie is the highlight of my day. they are someone i feel like i’d be really good friends with irl 🫂 dare i say bffs
🍀 lucky charm nonnie!!! i genuinely think they are my lucky charm bcos every time i’d get an ask from them, i’d literally get a boost of serotonin and my day would significantly improve :,( i love and miss them dearly and i will kill for them. (and make them tea whenever they lose their voice in rehearsal)
🛼 roller blade nonnie <333 I THOUGHT THEY WERE SO FUNNY (i still think theyre hilarious ofc) but they reminded me a lot of myself and i felt like every time i received an ask from them, id laugh to myself and be like “this is some shit i’d say” 😭 i enjoy they’re book reviews and im waiting for them to send an ask so i can talk about acotar with them 🤗 (cough cough, come home nonnie im on book three cough cough)
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Hihi Helloo~~
May I request Kou, Hanako, Tsukasa and Shijima who are having a panic attack and Y/n finds em , They try and reasure them that they’re fine but they know what’s happening because of past experiences???
Hope ya can do it! ^^ Love yaas!! 💖💖💖💖💖
i actually cant think of Tsukasa having a panic attack in any way so i will write for yashiro instead i hope its okay for you 😭
" don't worry , im here ! "
; yashiro :
you knew your girlfriend worked as an assistant for the number 7 of the 7 School Mysteries , though she won’t let you know anything about what she does , saying that it’s better if you don’t know ; but how can you comfort your lover if you don’t even know what stresses her ? Today you decided to surprise her and go to her house to have fun together , you even made cookies for her , hoping that it would make her happy. When you arrived at her door yashiro’s mom opened the door for you “ Oh , [ name ] it’s good to see you ; are you here for Nene ? “ you smiled at her “ yes ma’am !! “ you entered the house knowing already she was in her room ; what you didn’t expect was finding partner shaking and crying , sitted down on the floor. The box of cookies you had in your hands got on the floor , making her flinch and looking up , she saw you with a blank expression on your face ; you immediately ran to her and gave her a big hug “ what’s wrong nene - chan are you hurt !? “ everything she could say were muffled words without a logic sense , instead of asking more questions , you waited so she could calm herself down. She explained what happened with Hanako and Aoi , the burden she has to bringe on her shoulders to save her friends , everything that had to do with supernaturals , it was just too much for her “ nene - chan , i know it’s hard for you right now , and if you want to quit from what happened nobody will blame you , but please , let me help you in your next mission , as your lover i want to help you in any way possible , even if it’s just hugging you for hours or being beside you. Let me have half of your burdens on me … “ she started crying again at your words , she was completely overwhelmed that she didn’t even figured out that she had you at her side , ready to help her with anything.
; hanako :
the people from different clubs were heading home , you stayed a little longer to take Yashiro place from cleaning the bathrooms , though its from this morning that Hanako wasn't seen ; from now he should be with you cheering you up and motivating you for cleaning the bathrooms ; today you and Yashiro have met Hanako's sibling , Tsukasa , who he killed. It seems Hanako isn't in good relations with him. After cleaning you wanted to say bye to him so you started searching for him ; you opened the door to the roof and found him there : he was sitting on the iron bars , watching the sky " Hanako !! Finally i found you , i wanted to say bye before i go ho- " Hanako turned his head towards you , he was shaking , his eyes red and puffy , signs that he was crying " hanako ...? " you approached him slowly " is everything okay ? " he didn't said anything , just held you in his arms , though you knew the one who needed to be held the most was him. You didn't pressured him into saying what was wrong , he would've said it with time , even though you already knew why he was like that. Let's say you went home later.
; kou :
everything went down hill after saving Aoi and Hanako with Teru , Yashiro , Akane and Kou. Teru wanted to exorcise Hanako without Yashiro knowing it , though Kou helped Yashiro so that she could run away with Hanako , because as he said to you , he promised her he would be by her side everytime , and you respected it , unlike Teru ... they had a fight and Teru said bad things to his little brother , this shook him a lot. He seems fine but you can see he's still hurt by his big brother's words ; you wanted to say something but knew that you had nothing to do with it , though watching Kou this low on energy was terrible. Teru wasn't at home so you decided to stay with your boyfriend and Tiara , you opened the door and noticed that the house was in so much silence ; you checked up on Tiara , finding her already asleep. Next was Kou ; you knocked on his door but there was no answer " Kou , im entering in the room !! " opening the door you found your lover sitting on the bed , with his raiteijou ( his weapon ) in his hands , head lowered down " Kou , are you okay ?? What are you doing .. " he didn't even moved , he just replied " [ name ] ... do you think im as weak as Nii-san says ?... " his head got up , revealing his eyes full of tears " Kou ... " seeing your boyfriend sad was bad , but seeing him crying was even worse " of course you're not weak kou ! Your brother was already strong at a young age , but that doesn't mean you have too , i've always thought you were an extraordinary exorcist , and i still think it , please don't ever look down on yourself .. " he looked at you , blushing by your words and crying worse than before. You two ended up sleeping on his bed , both exhausted.
; shijima :
( this takes part after the picture perfect arc ) Something was off with Mei after she let Yashiro and the others escape her painting , of course she's wont tell you nothing , keeping to live her after life like always ; something must have been happened for sure. It's not much to know how to make her like this , she's more calm then before .. but that's not your shijima , so that's why you decided to confront her face to face. Lessons were over and you sprinted over to the art room , where she's usually to paint something , though she wasn't painting at all , she was staring at the last painting she made before she died , it wasn't like her to be watching that painting , wasn't that the cause of her rumor ?? " Mei !! What are you doing ? " she took a while to finally face you , she had a blank expression on her face " oh [ name ] .. did you come to visit me ... " " mhm ... actually , it's from a few weeks i see you spacing out easily , is everything alright with you Mei ? " she smiled weakly at you " of course im alright ! ". Mei was in fact not alright , after talking with her past self , her vision of herself changed completely , taking her to a crisis ; she didn't want you to get involved with her troubles tho. The only way you can comfort her is by staying by her side when you think she's at her worst ; she's the best at telling lies , but she's not good at hiding her feelings.
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“Fuuka! Good to see you again!”
Aki steps aside, a familiar face walking through the door.
Fuuka walks in, bearing gifts and a smile. “Hello, Akihiko. Hello Shinjiro! Where’s Ken?”
Shinji relieves her of her burden- seriously, that girl works way too hard to begin with-, setting the (meticulously wrapped) presents on the table. “Upstairs with Goro, I think. Give me a sec, I’ll call ‘em down.”
Before he can, however, Ken comes bounding downstairs, Goro close behind. “Fuuka! Fuuka, you’re here!”
Ken wraps his tiny arms around Fuuka’s waist, Goro lingering by Shinji’s side. Fuuka smiles and hugs him, ruffling his hair.
“Hello, Ken. I missed you! Is that your brother?”
Ken steps away, nodding and grabbing Goro’s hand.
“Mhm! This is Goro! Goro, this is Fuuka. She was part of SEES with us.”
Goro raises a hand timidly, shrinking into himself. Fuuka gives a little half-bow, still smiling. “It’s lovely to meet you, Goro-kun,” she said. Goro wrinkles his nose.
“You don’t have to call me that....” He mumbles, and Fuuka turns a faint shade of pink.
“I’m sorry. An old habit, I’m afraid. Oh! By the way, Yukari and Mitsuru should be here soon. I saw them in the northern shopping district on my way here.”
Aki grins, giving a little nod. “I’m surprised Mitsu could make it, with how busy she seems to be lately. I hope Yuka is reminding her to take breaks.”
Shinji rolls his eyes, nudging Aki in the side. “Sounds familiar. Wonder why.”
Aki doesn’t rise to the bait- gives him a sidelong glance that Shinji knows far too well to mean ‘later’- and instead brings Fuuka into a hug of his own.
“How have you been holding up, by the way? It’s been a little while since we’ve talked,” he asks, resting his forehead on hers. A love language that’s entirely Aki’- forehead touches.
Fuuka smiles, and parts. Aki lets her. “I’ve been well. I made a friend with my neighbor! She has a son. His name is Ryuji- he’s right around Goro’s age, I think. He reminds me of you, Akihiko.”
Aki laughs, and his hand finds Shinji’s. They entwine their fingers, as they offen do nowadays. A constant reminder to each other. A promise.
There’s a knock on the door, and Yukari and Mitsuru walk in- also bearing gifts. Shinji can’t help but wonder if Junpei and the twins are going to bring gifts, too. It isn’t even Christmas.
“Hey, everyone!” Yukari says, ever cheerful and ever lacking in sophistication. Shinji finds it a bit endearing, though.
“Hello, Yukari-chan!” Fuuka says brightly, her and Shinji both helping their friends with their burdens.
“Hello everyone,” says Mitsuru, calmer- though she’s definitely still excited. The smile on her face says it all to Shinji and Aki, who have known her since they were children.
“Mitsuru! Yukari! Hi!” Ken is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement as he greets the old members of SEES. Shinji has to smile. It’s been a while since he saw the kid this ecstatic.
“...Hello,” Goro murmurs, clinging to Aki’s shirt. Aki places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing once, twice, three times. I love you.
“Is this Goro?” Mitsuru asks, looking at him. Goro shrinks further under her gaze.
“It is,” Shinji confirms, and sees Goro straighten up a bit, a look of determination on his face.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Goro,” she says, nodding her head. Goro mirrors her.
“...You as well, Mitsuru-san,” he replies, his voice tight. Ken rolls his eyes and hugs Goro close.
“You sound like me when I was in elementary school! Hey, Dad, can we open one of our presents? Please?”
Shinji pauses. Would it help calm Goro down?
“Yeah, why not? Throw the paper away when you’re done, though.”
Goro immediately seizes a box from the table labelled with his name, plopping down and working at it, trying to do as little damage to the wrapping as possible. Shinji recognizes the handwriting as Mitsu’s, and wonders what the hell she could possibly have gotten the kids.
Before he can wonder too much, though, there’s more knocking on the door- accompanied by a flurry of barking and laughing.
Yukari opens the door, and there’s more laughing as she and Kotone rush in, Makoto and Junpei coming in a moment after, Koromaru trotting in the back.
Ken immediately hugs everyone, and hands Koromaru a dog biscuit from a jar in the kitchen. Koro barks his appreciation, and Junpei laughs.
“What, he gets a gift but we don’t?” He jokes, bringing Ken into another hug. Ken laughs, squirming away when Junpei starts noogying him.
“Hey, guys. Glad you could make it,” Aki says, and Kotone nods, taking her brother’s hand.
“Of course! We wouldn’t miss a reunion for the world! Would we?”
Makoto squeezes his sister’s hand. “We’re not technically supposed to be here. We’re supposed to be at home resting, but... What the Takamakis don’t know won’t hurt them.”
Kotone rolls her eyes. “You make it sound like we lied to them!”
Makoto gives her a look that Ken once dubbed the Sibling Glance. “We did.”
Kotone just smiles, engages in conversation with Aki and Fuuka. Makoto meets Goro’s gaze, and Shinji knows enough about the two of them to sense mutual understanding.
Makoto nods once, and Goro sits up a bit straighter. Shinji pretends not to notice.
Dinner and gifts pass by without a hitch. Movies are playing, and everyone is either squashed together on the couch, or piled on top of each other on the floor on the Nest.
The Nest is a mass of blankets and pillows from throughout the house that Shinji and Fuuka constructed together, and he thinks it might just be the comfiest damn thing he’s ever laid in.
Maybe it’s because he built it with a friend. Maybe it’s because he’s laying in it with friends.
Maybe it’s because no matter what, he’s alive and happy and loved.
And Shinji thinks this might just be one of the best damn nights he’s ever spent with his family- his entire family- in his life.
THEY'RE A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND THEY'RE HAVING FUN!!! RYUJI AND ANN MENTIONED!!! AND MAKOTO AND KOTONE TWINS!!!!! akechi being timid around the others... im in love with timid akechi as a kid. i just imagine he's a completely different person as a kid than he is now. they're all just happy and living in peace as they deserve. dont get me wrong i love a good character death but its also nice to see that character live and be happy :)
#nero answers#shackle-foes#persona 3#p3#persona#p3 spoilers#persona 3 spoilers#persona 5#p5#akishinji#shinjiaki#family au
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Incorrect Quotes.
Pt2
W Hera and Skz!
Chan: A lot of people have asked me what it’s like living with Hera.
Well, once I asked Hera for a glass of water. She brought me a glass of ice and said, “Wait.”
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Hyunjin: Im taller
Hera: Im cuter
Hyunjin: That’s different
Hera: People prefer dogs over giraffes
Chan: She has a point.
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Lee know: We need more grocery. Who’s coming with?
I.N: Me!
Hera: Me! I call shot gun.
*Proceeds to sit in the back of the car.*
I.N: I thought you wanted shotgun.
Hera: Yeah! Of the shopping cart!
DUH!
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Kids on an international live telecast.
Chan: Please don’t say the f-word.
Felix: The f-word?
Hera: He means Fergalicious.
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Hera: for those who haven’t caught up yet.
The male population of this group is the kind to kiss their homies goodnight.
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Interviewer: What is your love language?
Chan: Booking therapy sessions for my members.
Hera: (Raising her hand across the room) I suggested that one.
Changbin: Not a flex.
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Hyunjin: Why did Hera, dresses in a doctor costume, just enter my room and diagnose me ‘Ugly’?
*Calls Chan*
Chan: What is it Hyunjin? I told you to call me only when something serious happens.
Hyunjin: Well, I was seriously offended.
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Hera: I think felix put something in these brownies. I think Im hallucinating.
I felt like you’re biceps just mocked me.
Changbin: no, that’s possible. My biceps mock a lot of people.
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Hyunjin: A human body is 70% water. We are basically cucumbers with anxiety.
Hera: Well then, with the amount of salt and alcohol Minho and I consume, we are more like an over fermented pickle.
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*Kids’ paying a game where they challenge hera to not get competitive*
Han: What did you say?
Hera: I said whoever threw that piece of paper, you’re mom’s a hoe.
Han:
Han: *Starts crying.*
Hera: Well, my job here is done.
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Changbin: If you have any suggestions regarding our new arrangement, please put them in the suggestion box.
JYPE: That’s the trash can.
Hera: What’s your point?
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Seungmin: What wrong?
Lee know *on the verge of tears, petting two out of three of his cats.*
Lee know: I don’t have enough hands!
Hera in the distance:*Laughs maniacally*
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Han: They don’t make em’ like me anymore. Im the last of my kind.
Hera: Thank fuck.
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Lee know pointing at hera: I like this one, can we take it home?
Hera:* Menacing noises*
Hera's Masterlist!
#skz Hera stray kids 9th member#stray kids#stray kids 9th member#9th member of skz#9th member of stray kids#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix#felix#seungmin#i.n#bang chan imagines#lee know imagines#changbin imagines#seo changbin#hyunjin imagines#han imagines#felix imagines#seungmin imagines#i.n imagine#stray kids oc#stray kids female member#kpop female oc#kpop imagines#skz hera
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task 001 ! *// 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞
dominic has never been particularly decisive about (anything?) the places he lives. he lived in a dorm at a boarding school long before he had opinions about the matter, his random-lottery roommate assignment just so happened to be dipped in gold, and his apartment is paid for, the final say belonging to, his parents. no place has ever, truly belonged to him, but this two-bedroom with @saxifraged comes close.
⋆ the bedroom was simple to arrange. aileen and his mother came to a tidy conclusion: the sports memorabilia she wanted out of her house would have a place in italy, as long as it was kept in frames, on shelves, and with pennants cleanly pressed. on move-in day, dom simply held the hammer while the women he loved most instructed and directed, upholding a silent agreement as they put together the image of their shared interest - dom. the gallery wall they arranged consists of shadow boxes of the lanyards worn by season-pass holders to the capitals, too nostalgic to toss; printed photos of his high-school rowing team; and the map of his first marathon run, accented with the assorted medal or two draped precisely to toe the line between juvenile and prideful.
⋆ his desk sees the most use, often strewn with sticky-notes in a dozen shades and notes on the whiteboard calendar above, tacked with polaroid pictures, movie tickets, flyers. he doesn't keep much, too accustomed to a divided life, but paper trash that previously lived in his wallet now has a properly devoted shrine. while chan could never help in this particular arena, dom is a great studier, and by effect, probably spends most of his time here.
⋆ the rest of the apartment, as far as he's concerned, is emilia's to dictate. if she texted him an amazon link, he bought it. bookcase, art print, tv stand - no questions asked. she knew better than him, this was doubtless, but he also considers it his attempt at making theirs a fair trade. they cook together, but em always leaves him leftovers. they share chores, but em always cleans up before they have the club over. em dusts in places dom didn't know could gather dust, keeps the frames straight, chills his drinking glasses after class, and charges his watch when he accidentally abandons it on the kitchen counters. the least he can do in return is take up a very minimal space in the shower organizer. if, one day, there is a way to return the good fortune he received with emilia medina from batesville, indiana, he will.
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“Fuuka! Good to see you again!”
Aki steps aside, a familiar face walking through the door.
Fuuka walks in, bearing gifts and a smile. “Hello, Akihiko. Hello Shinjiro! Where’s Ken?”
Shinji relieves her of her burden- seriously, that girl works way too hard to begin with-, setting the (meticulously wrapped) presents on the table. “Upstairs with Goro, I think. Give me a sec, I’ll call ‘em down.”
Before he can, however, Ken comes bounding downstairs, Goro close behind. “Fuuka! Fuuka, you’re here!”
Ken wraps his tiny arms around Fuuka’s waist, Goro lingering by Shinji’s side. Fuuka smiles and hugs him, ruffling his hair.
“Hello, Ken. I missed you! Is that your brother?” Ken steps away, nodding and grabbing Goro’s hand.
“Mhm! This is Goro! Goro, this is Fuuka. She was part of SEES with us.”
Goro raises a hand timidly, shrinking into himself. Fuuka gives a little half-bow, still smiling. “It’s lovely to meet you, Goro-kun,” she said. Goro wrinkles his nose.
“You don’t have to call me that....” He mumbles, and Fuuka turns a faint shade of pink.
“I’m sorry. An old habit, I’m afraid. Oh! By the way, Yukari and Mitsuru should be here soon. I saw them in the northern shopping district on my way here.”
Aki grins, giving a little nod. “I’m surprised Mitsu could make it, with how busy she seems to be lately. I hope Yuka is reminding her to take breaks.”
Shinji rolls his eyes, nudging Aki in the side. “Sounds familiar. Wonder why.”
Aki doesn’t rise to the bait- gives him a sidelong glance that Shinji knows far too well to mean ‘later’- and instead brings Fuuka into a hug of his own.
“How have you been holding up, by the way? It’s been a little while since we’ve talked,” he asks, resting his forehead on hers. A love language that’s entirely Aki’- forehead touches.
Fuuka smiles, and parts. Aki lets her. “I’ve been well. I made a friend with my neighbor! She has a son. His name is Ryuji- he’s right around Goro’s age, I think. He reminds me of you, Akihiko.”
Aki laughs, and his hand finds Shinji’s. They entwine their fingers, as they offen do nowadays. A constant reminder to each other. A promise.
There’s a knock on the door, and Yukari and Mitsuru walk in- also bearing gifts. Shinji can’t help but wonder if Junpei and the twins are going to bring gifts, too. It isn’t even Christmas.
“Hey, everyone!” Yukari says, ever cheerful and ever lacking in sophistication. Shinji finds it a bit endearing, though. “Hello, Yukari-chan!” Fuuka says brightly, her and Shinji both helping their friends with their burdens.
“Hello everyone,” says Mitsuru, calmer- though she’s definitely still excited. The smile on her face says it all to Shinji and Aki, who have known her since they were children.
“Mitsuru! Yukari! Hi!” Ken is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement as he greets the old members of SEES. Shinji has to smile. It’s been a while since he saw the kid this ecstatic.
“...Hello,” Goro murmurs, clinging to Aki’s shirt. Aki places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing once, twice, three times. I love you.
“Is this Goro?” Mitsuru asks, looking at him. Goro shrinks further under her gaze. “It is,” Shinji confirms, and sees Goro straighten up a bit, a look of determination on his face.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Goro,” she says, nodding her head. Goro mirrors her.
“...You as well, Mitsuru-san,” he replies, his voice tight. Ken rolls his eyes and hugs Goro close.
“You sound like me when I was in elementary school! Hey, Dad, can we open one of our presents? Please?”
Shinji pauses. Would it help calm Goro down?
“Yeah, why not? Throw the paper away when you’re done, though.”
Goro immediately seizes a box from the table labelled with his name, plopping down and working at it, trying to do as little damage to the wrapping as possible. Shinji recognizes the handwriting as Mitsu’s, and wonders what the hell she could possibly have gotten the kids.
Before he can wonder too much, though, there’s more knocking on the door- accompanied by a flurry of barking and laughing.
Yukari opens the door, and there’s more laughing as she and Kotone rush in, Makoto and Junpei coming in a moment after, Koromaru trotting in the back.
Ken immediately hugs everyone, and hands Koromaru a dog biscuit from a jar in the kitchen. Koro barks his appreciation, and Junpei laughs.
“What, he gets a gift but we don’t?” He jokes, bringing Ken into another hug. Ken laughs, squirming away when Junpei starts noogying him.
“Hey, guys. Glad you could make it,” Aki says, and Kotone nods, taking her brother’s hand.
“Of course! We wouldn’t miss a reunion for the world! Would we?”
Makoto squeezes his sister’s hand. “We’re not technically supposed to be here. We’re supposed to be at home resting, but... What the Takamakis don’t know won’t hurt them.”
Kotone rolls her eyes. “You make it sound like we lied to them!”
Makoto gives her a look that Ken once dubbed the Sibling Glance. “We did.”
Kotone just smiles, engages in conversation with Aki and Fuuka. Apparently, Aigis couldn’t make it due to a malfunction in her system. Shinji quells the rush of worry that threatens to choke him. Aigis is tough, he reminds himself. She can handle a few technical issues.
Makoto meets Goro’s gaze, and Shinji knows enough about the two of them to sense mutual understanding. Makoto nods once, and Goro sits up a bit straighter. Shinji pretends not to notice.
Dinner and gifts pass by without a hitch. Movies are playing, and everyone is either squashed together on the couch, or piled on top of each other on the floor on what Goro and Kotone dubbed the Nest.
The Nest is a mass of blankets and pillows from throughout the house that Shinji and Fuuka constructed together, and he thinks it might just be the comfiest damn thing he’s ever laid in.
Maybe it’s because he built it with a friend. Maybe it’s because he’s laying in it with friends.
Maybe it’s because no matter what, he’s alive and happy and loved.
And Shinji thinks this might just be one of the best damn nights he’s ever spent with his family- his family- in his life.
WIudevh??!,,?,?,?,?.?.?.? AUSHQUAGHAH?????? EHEEM??!!,?,,?,?.?,?.?.?.?. MAVERICKSVCBXBDBXBSHXHDBX A
WAIAUAGH
TH. FUCKEIGN REUNION. AUGH. WHAT IF I DIED RIGHT NOW
#ALL THE LIK INTERACTIONS#I AM GOING TO DIE#no aigis tho…… pounding the wall screaming crying etc….#where is the silly…#asks#adventures-of-turnabout#inbox fic
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Tri-Arame - Esoteric Equipment
Primary Pairing: N/A
Starring: Flash Pyre, Nullsilver Luna
Secondary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu
Rating: T
Words: 656
Fandom: D&D, Love Live Nijigasaki
Time Frame: D&D, ??? / Niji, sometime during their 1st (?) year of college
Event: Promptober 2023
Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord
Prompt: Esoteric
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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 6th
Summary: Flash and Nullsilver shop for some unusual items
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“Eh? Whadaya want, kid?”
Flash inhaled and was about to open his mouth when a hand touched his. A silent reminder not to lose his cool. Thus, he bit down on the retort he had been about to issue.
“Give ya ten platinum fer the forged.” The grizzled shopkeep grumbled.
Flash blinked. He hadn’t expected that.
“Cayos is not for sale.” Nullsilver stated.
Anyone familiar with the elven girl would have been able to detect some irritation under her monotone.
“So again, whadaya kids want?”
“We heard this shop was the best place to find some… how shall we say, esoteric equipment.” Flash explained.
“Oh?” The man seemed to lighten a little.
“Yes, we were told we could find keys to the drop zone here.”
“Aye,” The man nodded, “just got a shipment of ‘em last week.”
“Blinker fluid.”
“By cask or flask.”
“A box of grid squares.”
“Might take a bit a searchin’ in the back room.”
“And winter air for windmills.”
“A popular item this time a year. Inventory’s runnin’ low. Better buy quick.”
“And that’s our list.”
“Right.” The shopkeep stooped behind his counter for a moment. “Here we have a fine selection of keys to all manner of zones.” A sizable ring of keys jangled in his hand.
“Drop zones, specifically.” Flash reminded.
“Right.” He shuffled through the keys. “Ah, yes, here.” He indicated one that appeared to have been intricately inlaid with gold. “Drop Zone Alpha, the finest of them all. Seven gold.”
“Five.” Flash countered.
“Six.”
“Sold.”
Flash reached for his coin pouch but noticed a subtle signal from Nullsilver. Oh, thank the gods, finally.
“On second thought,” he smirked, “I think we should just collect your bounty.”
“What?” The man growled.
“Surely you didn’t think the local nobility was unaware of your fraudulent activities. Cayosin,” He turned to the warforged behind him, “if you would be so kind.”
Cayosin produced a set of manacles and began to step around the counter.
The shopkeep shouted something in a language Flash did not know. A door burst open and several armed figures filed out. Weapons already drawn, they charged.
Flash smirked and sent a fireball past them to take care of further reinforcements.
“What the…” The shopkeep sputtered at the explosion in his backroom. “How?”
“I had Weyog Kornari disable your antimagic device.” Nullsilver explained, naming her spider-like automaton companion.
She dropped a pair of metallic spheres. One shifted into a cat-like automaton that pounced at the closest guard. The other sprouted wings and shot into the air before firing small thunderbolts from its beak at another guard.
For his part, Flash wasted no time in sending a cone of flame into a pair of nearby opponents. All the while, Cayosin subdued and manacled the shopkeeper.
Nearly as quickly as it started, the fight was over. Unprepared to face the magical might of a sorcerer, the mechanical menaces of an artificer and the strength of a warforged, the fraudster and his goons swiftly surrendered.
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“I think I know which character Setsuna-chan is going to play next.” Yuu said as she looked up from the draft she had been given to review.
Setsuna smiled. “Flash Pyre has been fun to write so far. And I think playing a caster might be a nice change of pace. Although I will still miss playing Lacey Rayshun…”
“I’m sure Shizuku-chan would be willing to run a game from the earlier time.” Yuu assured.
“Is Rina-chan is up still playing Luna?” Ayumu inquired.
“She said yes when I asked.” Setsuna replied. “And since Nullsilver Luna is an elf, she would still be alive in this time frame and available for her to play.”
“What characters do you have for me and Ayumu to play?” Yuu asked.
“Well, there’s Keltahk Cayosin, the warforged fighter from this chapter… as well as…” Setsuna reached for her notes and began to explain her roster of prebuilt potential player characters.
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Author's Note Continued: I made a joke in the IFH event channel about how for this prompt I should write references to my old unpublished D&D stories that none of my current readers would understand. Then I spent wa~y too much time rereading said old works to remind myself of a few things, only to get distracted and end up rereading other chapters as well.
But if I learned anything from the venture, it's that I'm glad I haven't published any of it. If I do ever decide to start posting those stories, I will have to either write entirely new stuff, like this event entry, or do some serious revamping of the old stuff. Either way, LL has the lions share of my attention, so I have no intention of redirecting too much of my efforts away from it at this time.
Anyway, if any my current readers remember, the first stories I posted here on tumblr were not Love Live fanfics. Instead, I had tried my hand at participating in a sort of event over on the fansite Sukutomo. The theme was to create "idolsonas" and draw or write about them in the Love Live universe. I translated a handful of my D&D characters into this world, and Flash and Luna were among those chosen. Ryqoshay, my screen namesake, and Yozakura also starred in some of the chapters. So there is some meta esoteric stuff for the prompt.
Edit: Almost forgot, got both prior prompts in again, Thunderbolt from '21 and Seven from '22.
#Flash Pyre#Nullsilver Luna#Tri-Arame#Love Live Nijigasaki#fanfic#Takasaki Yuu#Yuki Setsuna#Uehara Ayumu#Promptober 2023
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sending you some love and hugs for the anxiousness today em! if you ever need to talk or get things off your chest my dms or ask box is always open (for priv asks i mean). love you lots!! i came to give you a gif request since you said that's what you said you wanted to try and put your focus on
i've come with this chris cam ^^ if you've done it recently tho then by all means pass on this one
love u izzy thank you <33333
this was literally the perfect distraction bc chan from this performance hits sooooooooooooo different .. anyways here you gooooo!!
#izzy tag#i will be giffing the close up cam ver of this performance next i think.... i cant resist#replies#decembermoonskz
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White Roses (A 4+1 Fic)
did i write this to give riddle more friends? maybe. do i regret it? not at all
read on ao3 here!
major chapter 6 spoilers ahead!!
It’d been a day since Riddle returned from STYX, and he’d jumped right back into daily school life. Going back to classes had been as easy as he thought it’d be, and with the teachers’ lenience towards him and those who’d been kidnapped, he’d quickly caught up to his other classmates. The horses in the stables were overjoyed to see him, Vorpal especially, and he’d taken care of them just like he always had. But though he’d tried his best to go back to his earlier life, it seemed like he’d never be the same again.
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i. let’s paint the roses red!
Riddle tilted his head as he gazed at his own reflection, fiddling with a strand of his now-white hair. Cater had assured him that it looked fine, even taking a picture of them both to prove his point, but Riddle couldn’t deny that it still felt different to him. The whispers in the school hallways and around the dorm had only served as a constant reminder of his sudden change, and he absently wondered whether he could ask Malleus to change it back like the fae had done with Vil.
A sudden knock made Riddle tear his gaze away from the mirror, and when he turned, Trey had opened the door and let Cater, Ace, and Deuce in alongside him. Trey came over and gently patted Riddle’s head, smiling warmly the whole time. “It looks good on you,” Trey murmured. “Don’t worry about it.”
“H-how did you-” Riddle sputtered, trying to come up with a response. “That’s not-”
“You’re an easy person to read, dorm head,” Ace said, grinning as he walked over. “Besides, you’re still in front of the mirror. Doesn’t take a genius like you to figure it out.”
“We won’t judge if that’s what you were really thinking, Riddle-kun. It’s not wrong to have bad thoughts once in a while, y’know.” Cater placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling as he turned Riddle back towards the mirror. “If you want my opinion, I think you’re still totes adorable like this! Perfectly Magicamable, just like usual.”
“Wait! If we changed the color of his hair with magic, would that count as painting the roses? Since dorm head Rosehearts is like this now, and he has ‘rose’ in his name…”
Riddle laughed at the thought of Cater and Trey taking a paintbrush to him like they would with the roses. “Deuce, though I appreciate the effort, I hardly think those rules would apply to me at all.”
Cater clapped a hand over Riddle’s mouth with a mischievous smirk. “What a great idea, Deuce-chan! I’ll go get the paint~”
Riddle pried Cater’s hand off and glared at him, though it held no real anger. “You will do no such thing. Sit down, Cater.”
“Too late!” Cater plucked his pen out of his pocket and tapped it against Riddle’s head, turning white into a bright blue. “Whoops, wrong color! The roses shouldn’t be anything but red, or it’ll be off with my head~”
“Careful, Cater. I’ll cover for you, but just this once, alright?” Trey laughed at Riddle’s incredulous look and cast a spell, and blue melted into the vibrant red it had been before. “There. All ready for an Unbirthday party. Wouldn’t you say so, Riddle?”
“I thought I said that I really don’t mind if the roses are white. And I…” Riddle glanced between his friends’ faces, then smiled as he undid both spells with a flick of his fingers. “I suppose that also applies to myself as well.”
“Theeere’s our proud, red sovereign!” Ace snickered as he ruffled Riddle’s hair. “Though I guess we can’t call you the ‘red’ sovereign if your hair’s all white, huh? How about ‘rose king’? Cause the dorm’s full of roses anyway, and they can be any color!”
“And we can decorate Riddle-kun’s hair, just like we do the roses! I have a box of hair accessories my sisters made me take, and I bet a ton of ‘em would look great on you!” A mischievous grin grew on Cater’s face as he leapt up and grabbed the two first-years. “But first we need to get ready to paint the roses in the gardens~! Come on, Ace-chan, Deuce-chan!”
The three ran off, and Trey could only smile sympathetically at Riddle as he slowly followed. “I suggest wearing something you don’t mind getting paint on. Just in case.”
As soon as Riddle stepped into the garden, a ball of liquid crashed into his side, splattering him with orange. He yelped and quickly cleaned it off his face, but when he examined it further, he realized that it was watered-down paint. Riddle heard distinctive cackling from the rose maze, and it was then that he noticed the can of red at his feet.
Though he usually would’ve been appalled at the blatant waste of materials, some childish part of him was ecstatic at finally being able to play tag again, and he knew the dorm wouldn’t miss a few cans anyway. Riddle scooped his can up with one hand and ran into the maze, smiling as he pulled his magic pen out. A quick magical scan revealed Deuce crouching behind the corner, and Riddle laughed as he shot a ball of red paint at the first-year and ran in the opposite direction. Deuce quickly gave chase, shooting blue paint towards him, and Riddle vaguely registered something hitting his back before he turned another corner.
He leaned against the rose bushes, trying to catch his breath, but his reprieve was soon cut short as Ace came at him from the left. “I’ve gotcha now, dorm head!” Ace shouted gleefully, hitting Riddle with multiple shots of orange despite the latter’s frantic attempts at defense.
More footsteps came from the right, and Deuce grinned victoriously. “Sorry for the dual attack, dorm head, but you’re going down!” Riddle squealed with laughter as he raised his arms to protect himself, paint splattering over both his arms. He gathered red paint at the tip of his pen and let it loose, blasting the first-years away so he could make his escape. With Ace and Deuce successfully thwarted, Riddle made his way to the center of the rose maze, but he stopped short once he saw Trey and Cater standing near the fountain with paint cans of their own.
Ace and Deuce came up from behind and they all stared at each other before Cater launched a paintball at Trey with a battle cry. “Not so fast, Cater! Doodle Suit!” Trey exclaimed, and the paint turned into a leaf as it fell harmlessly onto the ground.
“Eh~ that’s cheating, Trey! You can’t just use Doodle Suit like that,” Cater complained, crossing his arms.
“Heh, it’s magic, isn’t it? Haven’t you been using Split Card too?” A ball of red suddenly hit them both, and they both yelped.
Riddle smiled smugly from where he stood. “Got you. Do I need to remind you all of what my unique magic is?”
“You could, dorm head. But then I’d still be able to do this!” Ace grabbed a handful of orange paint and shoved it into Riddle’s chest, and Trey took that opportunity to fire paint at Deuce. Soon, both paint and magic were flying, and the game turned into a playful battle that lasted until the sun went down.
As the hairdryer hummed in the background and Ace ran his hands through Riddle’s now-pristine white hair, the second-year fondly gazed at the paint-splashed shirt currently drying on his balcony. Just seeing it was enough to bring a smile to his face, even though he was completely exhausted from the day’s events. “You had fun, didn’t you? You haven’t stopped smiling this whole time,” Ace said lovingly, chuckling as he kissed the top of Riddle’s head. “I didn’t even know you could run like that.”
“Trust me, I didn’t either,” Riddle sighed, leaning into Ace’s touch. “I haven’t done that since Trey and Chenya snuck me out of the house to play tag, so it was quite nostalgic. I never thought such a simple game could feel any better than it did when I was young, but apparently, having more people just adds to it.”
“That’s how group games work, dorm head! Alright, your hair’s dry, so lemme just put this back.” Ace turned the hairdryer off and stood, but Riddle caught his arm before the first-year could go anywhere. “Mm? What is it?”
Riddle swiftly pulled Ace in for a kiss, then smiled softly at him when they broke apart. “Today was a lot of fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”
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ii. let’s fly among the clouds!
Every time Riddle visited Scarabia, it never ceased to amaze him. Even now as he walked towards the door with a number of books tucked under his arm, he couldn’t help but glance around at the lavish buildings scattered around the desert, almost like it’d come right from the books he used to read. As Riddle gazed at the buildings in wonder, the door clicked open in front of him and Jamil appeared on the other side.
“Thank you again for agreeing to tutor Kalim on such short notice,” he sighed, stepping aside to let the other in. “I would’ve called Azul as well, but he seems preoccupied with the lounge right now and I’d hate to bother him.”
“It’s no problem at all, I assure you,” Riddle replied, sighing contentedly when he felt cool air on his skin. “But don’t you usually tutor Kalim yourself?”
“You’re the best student in the second-year class. I can at least trust you to help Kalim while I do some studying myself.”
Suddenly, there was a loud gasp, and Kalim came bounding down the hallways. “Is that Riddle?! Come in, come in!” Kalim gushed happily. “Oh, you were kidnapped alongside Jamil too, right? I’m glad to see you’re okay! Something about you seems different though…” He tilted his head, then his eyes lit up as he realized. “Oh, your hair! It’s the same color as mine now, that’s so cool! Look, Jamil, Riddle and I match!”
Jamil gazed at the two of them, eyes narrowing as he looked at Riddle. “So you do. But please try to focus while he’s teaching you, alright Kalim? You can goof off later, after you’re finished studying.”
“I’ll try my best! See you later!” Jamil nodded, disappearing into the hallways soon after, and once he was gone, Kalim grabbed Riddle’s hands and took him to the lounge. “Ok, so I have all my math stuff spread out already, and I prepared snacks for us with Jamil’s help!”
“Ah, so that’s what you need help with?” Riddle glanced at the books he held and thankfully, his math notebook was part of the bunch.
“Yep! Look, I tried to pay attention, I really did, but…” Kalim’s face fell, and he turned away from Riddle as he plopped down besides his open books on the floor. “The class reminded me of how Jamil would help me with this stuff. And then when I thought about Jamil, I remembered what Jade told me about how no one ever comes back from Sage’s Island and before I knew it, I’d spent the whole period wondering if you were all alive.”
“...I suppose I can’t blame you. Still, we do have quite a lot to catch you up on.” Riddle sat next to Kalim, setting the rest of his books aside as he opened his notebook. “Well then, shall we get started?”
“...and after that, you plug this number into the equation we found back here. That should get you the proper answer.”
“Whoa, you’re right! You’re so good at this!” Kalim scribbled the answer down on his paper and sighed happily as he leaned back on the pillows. “That’s it, that was the last question! Thanks so much, Riddle!”
“You’re welcome, Kalim. Are you sure you understand everything now?”
“Of course! You’re just as good a tutor as Jamil is, how could I not! And now that we’re done, I can take you on a carpet ride and stuff! Come on, let’s go!”
“Shouldn’t we at least clean up first-” But it was too late; Kalim had already leapt to his feet, tugging Riddle up from his spot, and was excitedly dashing towards the storehouse.
“Come on, come on! The sun’s going to set soon, and it’s super beautiful if we see it from above! Trust me, you don’t wanna miss this!” Kalim briefly let go of Riddle to throw the storehouse doors open, and the carpet came zooming towards them. “Haha, did you miss me? Don’t worry, I’ll be taking you out to fly soon!”
“We’re not even going to tell Jamil about this?”
“Don’t worry! I do this all the time, and Jamil doesn’t mind! Now climb on, we have to get moving before the sun goes down!” Kalim climbed onto the carpet and extended his hand towards the other. Riddle hesitated as a familiar voice wormed its way into his head, but he quickly took the hand and sat himself behind Kalim.
“Alright, let’s go! It’s up, up, and away for us! Hold on tight!”
“W-what do I hold on to?! Wait-” The carpet shot out the window, and Riddle yelped as wind rushed around him and he grabbed onto the other's shoulders. In front of him, Kalim was whooping excitedly as he grabbed hold of the carpet’s reins and steered them upwards. Scarabia was quickly getting smaller and smaller as they rose through the air, and Riddle squeezed his eyes shut as the clouds grew closer. They broke through the cloud cover with a burst of mist, and Kalim laughed as he patted Riddle’s hand.
“Haha, nervous? It’s alright, you can let go of me now! Look, we’re above all the clouds, and just in time!” Riddle slowly opened his eyes, and the tension in his body disappeared as he gazed at the sunset; everything was awash in vivid pinks and deep oranges and even the clouds were covered in hues of yellow and crimson. He found himself mesmerized by the sight as the sun slowly sank down, and when the sky finally turned dark blue, Riddle tore his gaze away from the horizon.
“That was gorgeous… I’ve never seen anything like it in my life!”
“I know, right! And the best part? It’s not over when the sun goes down. Look up!”
“Up..?” Looking up gave Riddle a perfect view of countless twinkling stars, and he couldn’t help but laugh as he gazed at them all. “There’s so many of them! Is the sky always like this in Scarabia?”
“Only if you go above the clouds! Or there aren’t any in the first place, but I think going up is part of the experience.”
“It’s absolutely incredible! If the sky was like this in Heartslabyul, I could come up here everyday.” A stiff breeze suddenly blew past them, and Riddle shivered. “Or maybe not. It’s rather cold up here.”
“Oh, whoops! I forgot you’re not used to the Scarabian climate. We should probably go back to the dorm now, huh? I bet Jamil is looking for us. Okay, hold on tight! Down we go!”
As soon as they landed in the lounge, Jamil came running up to them. “I hope you finished everything before taking Riddle on that carpet flight,” he sighed, shaking his head. “And you could’ve at least told me first. I come into the lounge, and the only thing I find is all your scattered books. I thought you’d been kidnapped!”
“Aha, sorry Jamil! It’s just that the sun was almost about to set, and you know how pretty it is from above,” Kalim laughed. “Plus, I haven’t been out on a flight in a while! Thought it’d be a good idea to take it out and show Riddle how beautiful our sky is!”
“Have you forgotten he’s not part of Scarabia? Riddle needs to go back to Heartslabyul.”
“Oh, right!” Kalim grabbed Riddle’s hands, a wide grin on his face. “I hope you had fun! Come back again and I’ll take you on another carpet ride! And thank you for tutoring me!”
“Of course. If you need any more help, feel free to ask me at any time.” With a flick of his pen, the books floated into Riddle’s arms, and Jamil accompanied him as he walked towards the entrance of the dorm. But right as he was about to leave the building, Riddle turned to face Jamil.
“You were looking at me strangely earlier, before I started tutoring Kalim. Why?”
Jamil blinked as he tried to come up with a response. “Ah. So you noticed.”
“It would've been rather hard for me not to. Is there something wrong?”
“Well… I thought you’d seen already, but clearly not.” Jamil summoned a ball of light in his hands and held it closer to Riddle’s head. “Your hair is regaining its red color. When it seemed light pink to me instead of white, I thought I was seeing things, but now it’s rather obvious.”
“Ah! I hadn’t even realized…” Riddle drew closer to the light and examined a strand of it further. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? At least I know this won’t be permanent.”
Jamil smiled and nodded, letting his light fade. “Indeed. I wish you a swift recovery. Have a good evening, Riddle.”
“You as well, Jamil.”
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iii. let’s visit the lounge!
It had been a while since Riddle had last set foot into Mostro Lounge. That wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the place; the atmosphere was amazing, the food was even better, and something inside him always enjoyed gazing at the sea life swimming just beyond the glass. No, what made his visits so rare were the people in it- or rather, the staff. “Ah, it’s lil’ Rice Fish~!” Riddle tensed as he heard Floyd’s happy voice, and before he knew it, the eel had sauntered right in front of him. “Whatcha doin’ outside your dorm?”
“I came to see Azul. And you don’t have to change your nickname for me, you know.”
“Eh, you like being Goldfishie? That’s sweet-”
“I do not like the name, I’m just used to it by now!”
“-but I can’t call you that! Y’see, goldfish are small and red, and even though you’re still small, you’re not all that red anymore. Actually, your hair is more pink than white now, but it still isn’t red!”
“Ngh…” Riddle took a deep breath, slowly counting to five in his head and pushing his anger down. “Goldfish can be different colors, Floyd. Now, please get Azul for me.”
“Aha, ok ok! I’ll go tell Azul you’re here to see him~!” Floyd ran into a nearby hallway, but he quickly popped his head back out and gestured for Riddle to come closer. “While lil’ goldfish is waiting, you want anything? On the house for ya~”
“...a strawberry milkshake would be nice.”
“Ehe, ok~ I’ll be sure to put lots of strawberries so Goldfishie can get his red color back!” Riddle scowled and opened his mouth to yell at Floyd, but the eel had already ducked into the hallway and disappeared. He found an empty table nearby and sat there, patiently waiting for both his milkshake and Azul. Before long, Floyd came out again, grinning from ear to eat as he set a tall glass down in front of Riddle. The eel happily pointed at the sliced strawberries on top, tucked the tray under his arm, and made his way back into the kitchen.
Riddle closed his eyes as he ate a strawberry slice and took a long sip of his drink, and he had to begrudgingly admit that as annoying as Floyd was, he certainly knew his way around the kitchen. When he opened his eyes again, three students were standing menacingly in front of him, and Riddle immediately recognized them as former Heartslabyul students who’d transferred out after he’d become dorm head. “Well well well, if it isn’t Heartslabyul’s infamous boss baby!” The one in the Scarabian uniform sneered. “Finally giving the dorm a break?”
“I don’t understand. The dorm’s been fine.”
Another in Savanaclaw garb leaned on the table and looked down at him. “Oh, you know full well what we mean! Just ‘cause you saved the world or whatever doesn’t mean we can overlook what you did to us!”
“And it sure as hell doesn’t erase the age of the Crimson Tyrant!” The Pomefiore one shouted.
“I understand that, but perhaps if you’d stayed in Heartslabyul, you would see how I’m trying to make amends with everyone.
The one in the Scarabian uniform forcefully grabbed Riddle’s head, turning it with an evil smile. “Save me your spiel, crimson tyrant! Though he ain’t real crimson right now, is he? The way he is now, might as well call him the Peach-Pink Tyrant! I mean, just look at his hair!” They let him go, and the three of them cackled as one. “Hey boys, why don’t we do him a favor and get the rest of that color back?” Riddle clenched his fist as his hand twitched towards his magic pen; he longed to take all their heads, but Azul had expressly said that there was to be no fighting-
“Whatever is going on here, gentlemen?” Azul strode towards them, eyes sharp and cold as he glared at the three. “I sincerely hope you weren’t thinking of causing a fight in my lounge.”
The Pomefiore one smiled sweetly, all traces of malice gone. “We wouldn’t dream of it, sir!”
Azul raised an eyebrow, and his voice was stern as he spoke. “Really? Because from the way you were speaking to Riddle-san, it seemed like you were either bullying him or getting ready to fight him. I heard it all, so don’t try to talk your way out of this.”
Jade came up from behind Azul with a smile, but from the way he was baring his teeth, Riddle could tell that he too had heard every word. “Oh dear, Azul. What has you all worked up?”
“Ah, Jade! Wonderful timing. If you could escort these three out, please.”
“H-hey! What did we do wrong?!”
Azul grinned, cold and calculated. “If you’d bothered reading the full set of rules, you would know that the lounge has a no-tolerance policy on bullying as well as fighting. Of course, no one’s dared do such a thing until now, which is why it’s never come up.”
“Well, you heard Azul.” Jade flashed his teeth menacingly as he grabbed their arms. “Out you go.”
Just as Jade left, Floyd emerged from the hallway and smiled lazily, but he also had a cold glint in his eyes. “Hiya, Azul~ I’m just here to tell ya I’m skippin’ the rest of work.” Floyd’s smile quickly turned threatening as he glanced at the door. “I gotta squeeze everyone who was mean to goldfishie~”
“By all means, go right ahead. Consider it paid leave.” Floyd cackled and left, leaving them alone, and Azul sat in the other chair. “Now then, what did you want to see me for?”
Riddle sighed and glanced at his drink. “You didn’t have to do all that on my behalf.”
Azul clasped his hands on the table and looked at the other. “You know, after our little adventure down to the underworld, Riddle-san, I feel that I’ve come to understand you a lot better. I sincerely hope you also share those sentiments.” Riddle nodded as he sipped from his milkshake, and Azul smiled. “Wonderful. You are one of the only people who knows my past, so surely you can understand why I refuse to simply stand on the side and watch as someone else is mocked for something they had no control over.”
“I chose to fully power the lightning spear, Azul. It wasn’t something I walked blindly into, and I knew that I’d have to accept some form of consequence for it.”
“But did you know that this specifically would happen to you?” Riddle shook his head in response. “There it is. You did not know what form that consequence would take, and therefore, you had no control over it and making fun of you for that is indefensible. However, you still haven’t answered my question. What did you come to see me for?”
A light blush appeared on Riddle’s cheeks, and he averted his eyes away from Azul. “I just wanted to see if you were alright after what happened at STYX. That’s all.”
A brief look of surprise crossed Azul’s face, but it soon gave way to an amused grin. “My, my! Did exposure to the underworld make you go soft along with your color change?” Riddle’s blush grew darker, and he groaned as Azul laughed. “I assure you, I’ve been completely fine since then- nothing a few days of rest couldn’t fix. Except this time, know that I will be competing with you academically. You’d best be ready.”
“Bold of you to assume that I'm not. Regardless, I’ll certainly be looking forward to it, Azul.”
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iv. let’s switch it up!
“So let me get this straight… you want me to style your hair?” Vil asked, clearly surprised at the question. Riddle nodded, and Vil glanced at him questioningly. “Why is that? Your usual one suits you rather well.”
“Yes, when my hair was dark red and not pink like it is now. Cater saw that I was a bit… upset about it, and he suggested I come to you for advice.”
“People have been bothering you because of the color, haven’t they? You wouldn’t have come to me otherwise.”
Riddle’s response was immediate, almost like it’d been thought up beforehand. “It was only a few remarks here and there.”
“It’s more than that. I can tell.” Riddle’s eyes widened in surprise, and Vil smiled. “You forget that I’ve been acting for a very long time now, and it would take nothing less than a flawless performance to fool me. So I will ask you again- have people been bothering you because of your hair?”
“...yes. At first, they weren’t as bad, but when there are people saying that I belong more to Royal Sword Academy than Night Raven College now, simply because of my hair color…” Riddle lowered his head. “It does take its toll eventually.”
“Nonsense. Clearly, whoever is saying that doesn’t know a thing about true beauty. And it better not be my dorm students that are saying such things about you.”
“There are quite a few Pomefiore students in my class… perhaps it’s them, but not everyone in my class has been so antagonistic. Jade, for the most part, has been quite understanding of it, and surprisingly, he actively stops people from saying what they do. Unfortunately for me, he took the day off today to help Azul with the lounge, and that just opened the door to harsher words.”
“Hmph. I will be sure to have a very stern talk with everyone tonight about commenting on others’ appearances. I, for one, believe you should stay as is, but should you still wish to change it, I’d be more than happy to.”
“If you would. Even if I know they probably won't, I just… want to see if they'll stop.”
“When I’m the one helping your true beauty shine through? Of course it will.”
“I must say, I’m certainly eager to see what you can do as the dorm head of Pomefiore, Vil. Cater has showed me a few of your Magicam pictures, and they all look stunning.”
“You flatter me. I settle for no less than perfection and I know you do as well. I’ll be sure to come up with something that suits your taste, so let’s begin.”
As per Vil’s request to keep his work a surprise until he was done, Riddle had dutifully closed his eyes as the third-year wove strands of hair in and around each other. A few things were put in his hair- likely pins of some sort- and Riddle heard the shuffling of fabric as Vil hummed in satisfaction.
“There. It’s a bit too short for me to try much else, but I think this works rather well,” Vil said. “Alright, open your eyes and look at the mirror.” Riddle blinked as he looked at the mirror, gazing at the way his bangs had become a little crown of braids with silk roses and leaves woven into it. He leaned closer to the mirror, tilting his head as he tried to look at every angle of it, and his hand slowly traced the edges of his newfound crown in wonder.
“It’s beautiful, just as I expected. But… I still look like someone from the Academy, do I not?”
“Would someone from Royal Sword Academy have thorns?” Vil moved the mirror so Riddle could see the back of his head, and to his surprise, there were thorns lining the back of his crown. “Trust me, I can think of no one from the Academy who’d have something like this. And yet, the thorns give their own charm, do they not?”
Riddle smiled as he glanced at it again. “I suppose so. Thank you for-”
“Roi du Poison! I have come with your tea!” Rook cheerfully burst through the door of Vil’s room, tray in hand, and he gasped delightedly when he saw Riddle. “Ah, and the Roi des Roses as well! My, but he looks absolutely beaute! Have you been working your magic on him, my beautiful Vil?”
“At his request, of course. Rook, before you go, could you help me with something?”
“I am ever at your command, Roi du Poison! Just state your desires, and I will help you achieve them.”
Vil pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and gave it to Rook with a smile. “Do showcase our beauty together. Let the whole world know that despite what we have been through, we are more beautiful than ever.”
Riddle glanced confusedly between the two third-years. “I’m sorry, Vil, but where did ‘we’ come from?”
“The two of us were both affected by the gate to the underworld, were we not? Let this serve as a reminder that no matter your physical appearance, you will always be Riddle Rosehearts. And I will always be Vil Schoenheit, regardless of age or appearance.”
A grin spread on Rook’s face. “And yet you still cried the whole journey back from STYX, even with your lasting beauty in that form.”
“I-it was a shock, alright?! I thought it was permanent and I couldn’t get over how many opportunities I missed… ugh, just take the picture, Rook.”
“Very well. Smile, both of you!” Vil stood behind Riddle and placed his hands on the smaller boy’s shoulders, and they both smiled as Rook pointed the camera at them. Once the flash went off, Rook handed the phone back and the two of them gazed at the picture.
Vil was smiling delicately, with one hand held in a peace sign as the other rested on Riddle’s shoulder. Riddle, on the other hand, was smiling widely as magic roses floated around the both of them. Vil hummed in satisfaction as he tapped a few buttons and a little ding signalled the successful image post to Magicam.
“There. I hope you don’t mind me posting it, Riddle.”
“Of course not. If anything, I’m honored to be in one of your pictures.” Riddle smiled again, the roses disappearing. “And thank you again, Vil, for finding the time to help me this way.”
“You’re very welcome. This should stop all those who’ve been… bothering you.”
Rook clapped his hands in delight. “Ah, it is such a wonderful thing when one’s true beauty shines through! I am sure the entire world will be amazed!”
“Quite so. Care to join us for tea time, Riddle?”
“I’d be happy to. Thank you both.”
(Later that night, the dorm welcomed him back, and many of them were in awe of his new appearance. Ace had jokingly said that they were prepared if the fairies came for the school again, while Cater complained about how Riddle appeared on Vil’s Magicam before he did. Surrounded by the love from his friends, Riddle realized that he really didn’t care what all the others said.)
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v. +1
Even though he’d been awake for a while now, Riddle was reluctant to get up from the warm embrace he was currently in, despite his tendency to wake up early. Just as he closed his eyes again, Ace let go of him and stretched, rolling to the other side of the bed. “Mornin’, dorm head,” he mumbled, yawning as he ran his hand through his hair. “Hey, your hair’s fully red now! About time we got our little crimson king back.”
Ace reached over to ruffle his hair, and Riddle swatted his hand away with a scowl. “I am not little. Still, I’m glad it’s back to its usual color. I don’t think pink suits me very well.”
“Aw, I liked you with white hair! I thought it was cute.”
“I did as well, for a time, but you know I wouldn’t be able to keep it for long. The Queen’s rules state the roses can’t always be white… but there is no rule that says they can’t keep growing.”
#twisted wonderland#chapter 6 spoilers!!#ridoace#riddle rosehearts#ace trappola#deuce spade#trey clover#cater diamond#kalim al asim#jamil viper#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#listen ok i saw white hair riddle and instantly went SDFLKJSFLJWERCSDUFHARF ARF BARK BARK#at first i thought it looked weird on him but then it grew on me and i went 'oh... cute...'#azul and riddle tower killed me but i think y'all know that already
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Chill Yellow - Chapter 6
Location: Seisou Hall 2nd Floor Passage
Characters: Tsukasa, Hokuto, Keito, Jun & Rinne
Hokuto: …So that’s the story.
Jun: *Sigh* I see. So you were doing this training in order to prep for that audition, huh.
Hokuto: To be precise, I was already rejected in the first audition, so it’s for the second one.
Rinne: Hm? Does that mean you know about this audition too, Jun-Jun?
Jun: Of course, it’s an audition that’s garnered a lot of attention. People at CosPro were arguing over whether to attend or not right until the day of the audition.
Rinne: That so~? I ain’t interested in that kinda thing anyway.
Jun: Well, I understand why you guys were making a fuss now. So that’s why you two were arguing back and forth.
Rinne: Yeah. It’s outta my control. You gotta say something to convince Kita-san too, Jun-Jun.
Hokuto: Hey. Don’t drag Jun into this, he’s got nothing to do with it. You’ll just be causing him trouble.
Rinne: Can’t believe I’m hearin’ that from someone who was literally just about to cause trouble for a lotta people.
Jun: Convince? Hmm. Well, pushing yourself almost to the limit is one correct way of training.
Hokuto: ! Right? Looks like you understand, Jun.
Jun: Oh, not really. I just understand that in order to fully become a character, you really have to immerse yourself, that’s all. I’ve done something like that in the past.
Anyway, you won’t get away with a written apology if you break the dorm's window, you know?
Hokuto: Uuu… But, then… there aren’t many days left until the second audition…
Jun: Hmm…
Oh, how about this? It’s difficult to do bad things, right? That’s why you’ve got to think outside the box.
Hokuto: Think outside the box…?
< One Week Later. Rinne is watching TV. >
Rinne: Ohh. This is the horse I’ve got my eyes on. Its coat is lookin’ good and the body is real tight.
Alright. I’m gonna make this guy the focus and bet ‘em in a trio.
I feel like this guy’s gonna be my lucky goddess. You got this, baby ♪
Alrighty, who’ll be your opponent…?
Keito: I thought a typhoon might hit today seeing as you’re reading the newspaper so seriously, but it’s a horse-racing one, I see. You never change, huh.
Rinne: Hm? Ohh~ Keito-chan, Kita-san and “Ou-sama”-kun.
Tsukasa: Hello.
Rinne: Ah! I remember now. Kita-san, you came at just the right time! Help me out here, will ya~?
It’ll just take a minute. Could ya pick a number from one to sixteen?
Hokuto: A number…? Let’s see. Then… seven. I actually wanted to choose seventeen but you said only up to sixteen.
Rinne: Nice one! Lucky seven! I like that number too~♪ Alright. Imma bet on number five and number seven.
Hokuto: Hm? So this is what you were asking for. It’s a number I chose out of impulse. It’s not my fault if you don’t get a win.
Rinne: I think your name is pretty lucky in itself, Kita-san.
Hokuto: My name?
Rinne: Well, don’t worry ‘bout it. It doesn’t matter.
I don’t really care what the results are. Superstitious numbers like these might just be the right numbers. You never know.
It’s the big autumn race. It’s like the big stage for the horses, so you gotta enjoy it like it’s a festival.
Hm? Speaking of big stages… Wasn’t the second audition today for you guys?
Keito: Yeah. We just came back.
Rinne: So? What’s the result? Did you get to put the fruits of your trainin’ to work?
Tsukasa: Yes! They were perfect! We all received excellent reactions from the director!
Hokuto: Well, it’s not like we were given an answer, so we don’t know if we’ll actually be appearing in the drama, but I do think the fruits of our labour were shown.
Rinne: Yeah? Good on ya. Looks like Jun-Jun’s advice hit the nail on the head.
Hokuto: “Pretend you’re in a simulation game and the bad deeds are options – all you have to do is pick the worst option among them.”
That was certainly easy to ingrain into my body.
Tsukasa: Yes! In order to be conscious of that on a regular level, I went over multiple improvisation Etudes and the behaviours came naturally.
Keito: Maybe I crammed too much within a short amount of time, but there were several times when I was struck with terror because I almost chose the worst option unconsciously in my daily life.
Rinne: (I see. I didn’t know how things would turn out in the beginning ‘cause they were way too serious, but… I guess them being so serious ended up workin’ in their favour.)
(By changing your perspective on things, is it like flippin’ a coin to see if it’ll land on heads or tails? Well, that’s why life’s a gamble and it’s interesting ♪)
Hokuto: Well, even if one of us gets to be in the drama, we’re confident that we won’t be dirtying the ES name by doing our best to work until the very end.
Rinne: Nice ♪
Alright! Let’s celebrate your becoming of villains and head to the racecourse right now!
Keito: You idiot. I’ve said this three times already, but there’s no way on Earth I’ll allow it. Hurry up and remember that.
Rinne: Huh!? Did you actually become a villain? Boring much~...!
Hokuto: I learnt that we don’t actually have to do bad things to act as a villain, after all.
I can’t go with you to the racecourse, but I can cut loose a little and join you for a small celebration for the audition…♪
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@lieu10nant asked:
@ Lieutenant Gin, if you don't mind!
Sitting idly by the engawa at their rendezvous—somewhere within the less festive corner of the 5th, two plain-looking bento boxes laid still on the lady's lap when she felt her company's reiatsu thrusting into her own invisible bubble. Plump snout knotted into a pout in accordance with the frown across her pair of flaxen brows, the young pupil was visibly upset.
"We had a cooking party or some sort at the dorm earlier today and were supposed to exchange meals with each other at the end of it, but the girls didn't seem too eager to eat mine or even give it a try," the cat finally hopped out of the bag; a long, heavy sigh followed along on its dramatic escape, whereas scrawny fingers remained busy fidgeting the outer rim of the containers. "What am I supposed to do with this much leftover now... There's just no way I can finish it all on my own..."
The wide-stretching smile he was wearing dropped; forfeit the second he detected the lamenting tone inside of her pouting, replaced now by a more inquisitive expression. Sure, he'd learned how over-dramatic she could be over time but there was that turning in his gut that still managed to wretch when she was audibly upset in his presence.
"Nani, nani, this won't do, Ran-chan. Perhaps they just ain't got no sense about 'em. Nya? Who passes up a good meal, anyhow? I wouldn't if it were offered." There's a soft yet sly smile along his features, the sort of sincere smile he's oft to share only between the two of them. Like a secret only she could be trusted with.
All along he's doing the best he can not to comment on the unique smell given off of the food she's prepared and packed. Though he may not be able to keep his comments to himself for too long. She really wasn't one who'd taken easily to any cooking but for the time being he's doing what he can to be a supportive if not typically distant friend these days. He really didn't mind giving anything she'd made a try. And the fact she did try was a feat all it's own, this much he knew.
#lieu10nant#muse!gin#lieutenant!gin#oh no it's cuuute!#ahahaha probs not for long#ah these two kids~#thanks for sending this!#answered#unprompted ask#always accepting
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@kismetkiss wished upon a star !
Leviathan was so nervous. But he mustered up his courage and took the gift box up to Kiwa's room. He takes a deep breath, though his hands were still jittery. He knocks on her bedroom door, and once she opens, the demon holds out the gift box.
"H-Happy holidays!!!!" He looked away while giving her the gift box. Wrapped in custom ruri-chan wrapping paper. Inside was matching shirts for them both saying 'gamer gf' and 'gamer bf' and matching gamer headsets, one blue and one pink. Then there was a christmas card that sang the theme song for an anime they watched together, along with a message written inside of Leviathan saying how much he appreciated everything Kiwa has done for him.
"I hope... you like what I got you...." he has a little nervous smile, hopeful that she does like what he got her.
Kiwa wasn’t expecting a knock on her door at this hour, and actually almost missed it— she’d been deep into working on finishing up her custom presents for everyone and managed to get herself a little hyper focused on it. Everything else almost… drowned out. Boy, was she glad she did catch the sound of a knock though! She was never going to be upset about time with Leviathan.
“Hey! Wasn’t expecting you to stop by, Levi! What’s brought you over here this late?” She asked with a bright smile, already standing in her doorway in a way that would easily allow him to enter after they talked if he wanted! What brought him by? A gift box, apparently. A very cute one at that! Oh… he was genuinely just way too sweet for his own good.
“Happy holidays to you too, Levi,” the smile on her face was full of warmth, a happy, fuzzy feeling bubbling in her chest as she carefully unwrapped the box. She’d invite him inside to make a whole thing out of opening it, but he kinda looked like he was going to explode if she didn’t open it right then and there. Couldn’t have that happening!
The contents of the box just… made her cheeks flush and beam even more. She was totally wearing that shirt forever to the point he got tired of seeing it. It was so, so him. This was a gift no one else would ever think to give her, and that’s part of what she adored about it.. it was unique to them. Special to them. “First of all, this headset is awesome! I know we’re gonna get good use out of ‘em… and I am keeping this card forever. It is getting framed and put on my wall.”
“And… I love what you got me. All of it! I, um, I really want to give you a hug and a kiss right now!! Like really bad! You okay with that or still too worked up? I can wait!! I just.. I’m really happy.”
#kismetkiss#kismetkiss ; leviathan#kiwa kitagawa ; ic .#kiwa ; username demonlover entered the chat ; v. obey me .#you’ve got mail ; ask answered .#(thank you for bringing him back exclusive for me.. 🥺)#( i missed the boy !)#( and i missed them )
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Notes: I know no one asked but I have to do this so the prompt list can be finished ^^
Summary: yuta you're long-time boyfriend decided to propose to you, yuta needed help so he asked gojo his old teacher for help, he asked him to keep it a secret but was it a secret?
Includes: aged up characters 20+, Christmas proposal, date night, mentions of love story and fluff, ungrammatically errors, cursing, Au, contain spoilers
Christmas masterlist
Marriage was a big thing for you and yuta both of you are busy at work doing sorcerer stuff but you both make sure you have enough time to spend every day off you have
Being given a different task was normal for you both after years of being together, being both of you special grade sorcerers traveling the country from countries
Was now normal for you both although before it was hard especially time management but you made it work
Traveling was now a little boring without yuta if you two are lucky and get assigned to the same mission he would not let you move
It's like a small little vacation with a little work but sometimes you hate it without him
Especially not being assigned together, for example, they send yuta to California while you're in Italy
But this December during your last mission and almost day off you got a message from your lover
You checked your phone after killing the curse you saw Yuta's message and clicked it
Yuta: hello love <3 may I ask what date and time will you come home? You better have a day off it's almost Christmas
Y/n: oh yeah I forgot to tell you I'll be home in two days, did you eat already love?^^
Yuta sign in relief he still has time to prepare your date/proposal
He rushes to get his phone after taking a shower to chat with his grandpa relative gojo his old sensei
“Ohhhhh so you want to propose to My name-chan~~”
“Yes, and she’s not yours”
“oh shhh overprotective huh, cmon I was just joking you know she's like a daughter to me”
Gojo fakes sobs deep inside he does feel hurt it was like yesterday when you two used to bond together and now you're getting married he feels old
“So sensei what's the best proposal for her? Just don't suggest a public proposal she might tense up she-”
“She doesn't like it, I know yuta-Kun~ yeah I pay attention”
“That's nice to hear”
“Mmmmm, how about you take her out on the first date? You had?”
“Oh we went on a picnic that day I remember I booked it for the both of us”
“PICNIC IT IS!!”
“No, it's snowing sensei that's a bad one”
“Oh just take her out on a date, booked it private”
“Sounds great to me, do you perhaps know what's the best place to eat?”
Going home was the best feeling especially when yuta is waiting for you
He usually takes you out on a date or you two cuddle all night while watching movies
But today you feel happy he was going to propose to you and how did you know, of course, great upside-down kakashi had to tell you
He can't keep his mouth shut what would okkotsu say about this if he found out he told you the surprise
Nevertheless, you can feel the excitement all over your body
He invited you
You believed the restaurant where he invited you was one of gojo’s suggestions The food was honestly delicious
Here you are in front of him, he was kneeling with one knee and the other to support his elbow in his hand with a small box that has an expensive ring
You could feel tears streaming down your face with every words he says
“Y/n L/n, I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all I want to be with you the rest of our lives, I experienced young love at a young age sadly fate has its way we separated for a reason, and now it bought me to you, as are relationships get longer I realize you're the one for me, I want you in my future I can't imagine things with someone, not you, so today I want our relationship to be something more, yn, my love will marry me?”
“YES YES! I will marry you, even if I saw this one coming im surprise-”
“Wait how did you know? I only told one person?”
This one is really bad, college shits are annoying
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuta okkotsu#yuta okkotsu x reader#yuta okkotsu fluff#tw: proposals#yuta fic#jjk yuta
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Im obsessed with ur coloring in the boys tattoos works!! Could you do the reverse? Where they color in yours? With whoever u want!
~Tokyo revengers members Coloring Their S/O Tattoos.~
Mikey | Draken | Baji | Chifuyu
{Heya! I didn't put much into it but I hope you like it! And thank you though!}
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M i k e y
You had no hesitation letting him color your tattoos. “Have fun, babe.” You pinched your cheek and relaxed under the big tree you were both sitting under. Today you had thrown all your plans away just to be with mikey all day.
The wings on your forearm was now stained in hues of purple and green with accents of yellow. “So, besides today, how have you been lately?” Your gaze swayed from him to the inside of your eyelids as you were drifting to sleep slowly. “Okay, I suppose. School is annoying.” He laughed and your heart twinged with love.
You chuckled and looked down at your arm. "Mikey you done?" All you could hear was just a "hm".
“Let’s just rest for a little bit I'm tired.” You pushed the markers into the grass and your arm wrapped itself around his waist as you pulled him down and into your side. Mikey couldn’t fight it as his ear was filled with the sound of your mellowing heartbeat. Your fingers danced in his hair till you knew he was fast asleep.
You stayed awake just looking at his angelic features as the sight of your multi-colored arm shifted your focus. It was so meaningless to him but you loved it as you knew that it came from his heart and mind.
It was him– perfect.
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B a j i
“Y/n! ” Baji called as he stepped into the large house. “I believe she's in the gazebo or her office, Mr.” One of the worked associates greeted baji at the front door. He grabbed the bags from baji's arms as he started walking. He was off towards the back of the house to find his fiancee.
“Y/n-!” he called as he rounded the corner of the house and into the back yard. The gazebo was empty. He stopped and stared for a moment. He was sure that this is where she'd be.
“Up here, my love.” A voice said as he looked up to see Y/n at her office balcony. “Hey there” he waved as your eyes squinted in a smile. “How was your day out?” you asked as you brought your teacup up to your lips. “It was okay~I have something to show you!” he called and held up a small shopping bag in his large hand. “I’ll be right up!” he raced back into the house and up the stairs to where you already stood waiting for him in the doorway to your office.
“What’s so amazing that you found today?” your eyebrow raised and he opened the bag quickly. “But first-” You interrupted you as you grabbed his face gently and gave him a passionate kiss. “What’s this for?” he asked as he continued to stare at your face lovingly. “Just happy to see you is all.” You smiled.
“Now, show mee.” he motioned to one of his hands that was stuck in the bag he held. He was brought back to reality and pulled the plastic package out of the bag.
“…Markers?” you asked and your tone of voice made him laugh. “Not just any markers. They’re tattoo markers. They’re safe for the skin.” He corrected you and you rolled your eyes. “You’re still on this?” You asked with an amused expression. “Of course I am! This was the deal and my love for you is way too much so.” he said shoving them into your hands so you could inspect the box.
You read the back and you had to admit he was right.
“You said I could color your tattoos IF I found tattoo markers. Safe for the skin and everything!” You knew he did it and that you had to hold up your part of the deal. “Okay fine.” You sighed as you handed the package back. “Yay! Beautiful Thank you!” He jumped and laid a gentle kiss on your nose.
“We can do it later before dinner.” You agreed.
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“Finally! You take forever.” He sighed as you moved your sunglasses up your nose. The grass tickled your bare legs as baji sat next to you. “I couldn’t help it. Chifuyu that jackass didn’t want to hang up the phone.” he stood on his knees and moved behind you. His hands gently rubbed your shoulders as your head fell in an exasperated manner.
“I hate to burst your bubble, Y/n. But, I called you out here for the deal. Not a massage.” You whined as you flopped down on the grass, your t-shirt lifting on your back.
“If this stains, I will make sure to throw out all color in your life. Your life will be a dull kaleidoscope-” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you big baby.” He laughed and opened his pouch full of the tattoo markers.
He lifted the back of your shirt more till the full picture was revealed. A dragon with demons following was the full picture- a dark reality…that he were going to make colorful. What can he do he loves your tattoos so much.
He sat on his lower back and got to work filling in the different parts of the dragon. Every once in awhile you would spasm and try to make him mess-up. Yet, with a slight tug on your hair, you would become limp and obedient again.
“I’m almost done.” Was the phrase that almost made you weep with joy. “Finally.” You let it slip and you felt a tug on your hair again. “Ow.” You rubbed your head. You could feel him draw and move the felt-tipped weapons on his back.
“Finished.” He cheered and grabbed his phone to take a picture. He showed it to you and ombre scaled decorated the dragon with the demon’s faces were colored red and blue. It looked nice. You saw a couple of smiley faces hidden in there and felt like everything looked complete.
“Okay, my turn now!” You yelled and grabbed his arm. You struggled and pulled him to the ground and grabbed the black marker that was in his hand. “Y/n, no.” he said strictly. “This wasn’t apart of the deal.” He expressed. “Excuse me? Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese.” Your english rambled off quickly from your tongue. He decided to just deal with it as you took your time drawing a mustache on his face along with random doodles you could think of.
You finally stopped your antics and took a picture with your phone to look at afterward. “You look so cute, look!” You pulled up the picture and shoved it in his face. “I look gross man!” He ridiculed but you wrapped him up in your arms quickly,
“My gross man.”
D r a k e n
You were on your period and hell you were pissed, your mood swings were just making the situation more shitty.
Draken on the other hand was just trying to help you but every now and then you'd snap at him for absolute no reason. "Oi, can you stop whining for once?"
He said with pretty much no emotion at all. And that's all it took for you to break down in tears.
Draken was taken aback, "babe hey, hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that please stop crying- I". “Wanna play tic-tac-toe?” He asked and you looked around, surprised he was asking. “Um-” He didn’t wait for an answer and grabbed your legs– pulling you closer to where he sat.
Draken took the permanent markers out which was on the floor for god knows why. You wiped the rest of your tears and grabbed the orange marker out of his hand. He lifted the sleeve of his long shirt and created the grid in black ink. “Wanna go first?” He asked and you took the opportunity to land an 'X’ in the grid.
“Fine. You win this tournament. But, I know I’ll win next time.” You said laying back and closing his eyes.
The bottom of your shirt lifted and he could see the familiar black ink on your side. “Stop staring at me like that, pervert. I have rights.” You pulled your shirt down and he let a laugh rip through your chest.
“Chill. I was just looking at your tattoo.” He said and you shrugged. “What about 'em?” You asked as his eyes closed once more. “Nothing. Just looking,” he sighed, “I wanted to be a tattoo artist before all of this.” One eye peeked open and you looked suspiciously at his figure. “Are you any good?"
Draken just chuckled at your question.
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“Give me one!” You lifted the side of your shirt and waited patiently.
He shrugged, finding nothing else better to do. You already had black ink staining your skin so he decided to add on. It was another simple dragon but it fit your character and personality perfectly.
Time seemed to slow as you tried to take a sneak peek of the masterpiece he were currently working on. You planned to take a picture later and get it done, yet, it would have to be in secret.
All of a sudden, the bedroom door popped open. “Welcome back to Earth.” Mikey greeted. He capped the marker and helped you up.
"Why are you here" You asked while getting up, "Rude Y/n Chan, I'm still gonna answer your question though POLITELY, Ken-chin called us here so that we can go on a short trip or something to make your day better. Right ken-chin". Mikey looked over at draken, "Right whatever, can we go now?" He looked over at you for your response and all you did was kissed his neck because of your damn height and tagged along behind Mikey.
“Woah. You got a new tattoo?” Hina said as she lifted up your shirt and you shooed her hands away.
“Eventually.”
C h i f u y u
"I GONNA THROW UP ON YOU WITH ALL MY MIGHT IF YOU TRY TO GET NEAR MY TATTOOS MISTER " You exclaimed loudly as he started following you like a lost puppy around the kitchen, where you were busy making your 'grilled cheese'.
"Babe C'mom little color won't hurt and it's not like I'm trying to bite your tattoos off-". " See, there you said it, you're exactly gonna bite my tattoos off" Chifuyu sighed having enough of your nothings, he suddenly back hugged you, you can feel his large hands wrapped around your hip.
"What do you think you're doing?". You asked as you turned around to see his face,
"If you're not gonna let me color your tattoos then I prefer to stick with you like a koala, and you sure as hell know I ain't letting go." Chifuyu said and you eventually gave up because you knew nothing will change even if you don't agree with fuyu.
So now here you are sitting on chifuyu's lap as he continued to color the wallflower on your shoulder. "You done?". "Hold on a minute babe it's almost over, -All done" Chifuyu replied.
You sat up and started making your way to the mirror to see what he actually did " Y/N!!! Wait" chifuyu voice said and you turned around to see your boyfriend running over to you.
"Wha-", before you could finish your sentence he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. "The actual fuck chifuyu, what did you do! PUT ME DOWN YOU ASS"
"It's just better if you don't see it ya know, and I'll make sure you don't see it until I leave" Chifuyu chuckled quietly as he continued making his way to your bedroom.
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#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers imagines#tokyo revengers fluff#manjiro sano x reader#draken x reader#chifuyu x reader#chifuyu x y/n#baji x y/n#baji x reader#mikey sano#mitsuya x reader#tokyo revengers anime#takemichi hanagaki#chifuyu imagines#mikey scenarios#anime imagines
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