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I'm absolutely team "just fucking redesign the character yourself if you don't like how they look". I despised the character design for Kiku, Night's Flower so much, I was like "naw, she's my character now, kick rocks" and created some of my favorite designs.
(The second is a New Capenna variant)
Anybody else do this?
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Here’s our MTGinktober for “Bluff,” starring Kiku, Night's Flower and Atris, Oracle of Half-Truths! Fingers crossed that breaking up isn't more like slicing up.
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Hi! I really really love your kaleidoscope series! Kiku and sai are just SO SO CUTEEEE!! Theyre making me have a baby fever
I just really love seeing Satoru protective of his daughter! Cant imagine what will happen if someone from sai's class or some boy decides to get close to her! Or what will happen when sai's first heartbreak!
Thank you so much sweetheart! And yes I'm also being affected by the baby fever. This is not proofread coz at this point I'm basically just writing what my fingers tap on 😭 will proofread later
Satoru believes he's a reasonable father. So reasonable it's natural he will wreck a riot when he finds out a boy... A BOY! is trying to make a move on his princess.
"This is not a kindergarten. I swear, my daughter is still a baby! Last night she still asked me to read her a bedtime story." He rambled on and on.
You could tell he is genuinely freaking out with how he's pacing around so much you're starting to get dizzy.
"She's just eight Satoru. What do eight years old do? Puppy loves can't be overruled, she's still so young." You tried to assure him but Satoru's face only grew more hopeless, running to your knees.
"What if she gets married early? What am I gonna do? Honey! Do something! I can't just give away my daughter to some wolf like boy who will snatch her away from me after I protected her since she was just 'this small'..." Satoru made a size of a baby from his hand.
You've had enough. Bringing him to face you and flicking his forehead. Someone needs to wake up.
"Calm. Down." There's firmness in your voice prompting Satoru to stop and breathe.
You sighed and patted his head.
"Saika is a reasonable girl, you've taught her more how to kick a boy's groin than to entertain one, okay? Besides she's a logical girl, and all her decision will teach her a lesson she needs to learn, so calm down and watch over her."
Satoru looks at you and finally nods. You sound calm, making him calm too. But still it makes him sad that his daughter has a crush already. He doesn't think he can let her have a boyfriend even in 18.
The next day...
The doorbell rang and Satoru went to get it since you're still eating breakfast. When he opened the door, he wasn't expecting a lost puppy...
"Stop looking at him like a stray Papa." Kouki remarked blankly. "For the record, he is Cat's classmate."
Classmate, huh?
"Oh?" Satoru finally understood from his firstborn's tone. "Really now? Got some bravery in you young man eh?"
The boy, quite tall for an eight-year-old looked at Satoru.
"Good morning Sir, I'm Chiba Masaki. Gojo Saika-san is my classmate and I really like her." The boy looked at Satoru without any hesitance in his eyes.
A vein popped in Satoru's temples.
"You got guts young man." This boy wants a fight or somethin'? Satoru was close to growling. Kouki leered at the two of them, casually leaning on the couch backrest.
"I really like her smile, she's very kind and yet brave enough to never back down. I'm here to tell you, I will take care of her and keep her safe."
Do eight-year-old do this shit? Satoru remembers plucking the flowers in his mom's vase and chasing around cats as an eight years old. Not coming on the front door of his crush and acting like an old man being sizzled under a father's gaze. What's wrong with these kids?
"Do you have a job?" Satoru crossed his arms.
"I will find one!" Masaki answered immediately.
"Do you see this house?" Satoru motioned to the huge house he built for you. "You can come back and ask my permission to court my daughter if you have a house bigger than this. If you have a stable job that can provide her anything she wants. If you have what it takes to make her happy. Until then you're not allowed to touch her, court her, or even think of making her your girlfriend. I only give my daughter the best of the best. This is a man-to-man thing. Do you understand?" Satoru's voice thundered with finality.
The boy squared up and opened his mouth to say something but you appeared, putting a finger over his lips.
"I suggest you don't make that promise yet, young man." You crouched and smiled to the surprised boy. "You're so young... And if you make that promise out of urgency without thinking of it more thoroughly you might break your word. The second you break your promise, your words cannot be trusted anymore."
You smiled and patted his head.
"Don't hurt our Saika alright? If you hurt her, you'll hurt us too." You made a sad face.
"I won't hurt her Ma'am. This much I can promise you."
Masaki's determined face somehow reminds you of someone who chased after you left him and he had to get through your father's anger just to talk to you again.
They're still so young... Time will tell.
"Mama? Papa? What are you doing?" Saika came down the stairs with her backpack ready to go. "Oh, Saki-chan. I told you Kiku-nii can walk me to school."
Masaki look at Saika ang visibly soften. "We talked for a bit. It's an important thing."
"Important thing?" Saika turned to her brother for an explanation.
Kouki shrugged and grab his bag too.
Saika kissed you and Satoru goodbye. But Satoru was still concerned while you held on his arms. Until Kouki pat his Papa's shoulder.
"I got it Pa, don't worry too much." Kouki grinned and walked behind the two eight-years-old, keeping an eye on them.
"He reminds me of someone." You smiled and then back to the kitchen.
"Oh gosh..." Satoru ran his hand over his face realizing who you meant, and close the door. "No, I'm just dreaming... Honey please, that squirt is nothing like me!"
You laughed from the kitchen and hugged him to calm his heart down.
—Grey,
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l'amour de ma vie — myg
L'AMOUR DE MA VIE | Love of my Life | Requested by anon.
Plot: Insecurities pile up in Yoongi's marriage after months of distance and neglect.
Pairing: Pianist!Yoongi x Ballet Teacher!OC (Name: Kiku)
Genre: Music & Ballet | Marriage on the Rocks
Type: One-shot
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 4.6k+
Warnings: marital insecurities, unintentional neglect, jealousy, mentions of divorce, mild mentions of injury from ballet, explicit sexual content (rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting).
Author’s Note: new one-shot, friends! i really hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! be sure to let me know what you think!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Send your ideas in by August 1st before it closes!
Yoongi was a serious man. Kiku knew this well in the years she knew him. Their marriage didn’t flourish like fresh romances with many kisses and open affection but quiet trust helped their relationship stand strong.
When the doors closed, Yoongi often made up for his silence with soft kisses on her skin, calloused finger pads running down her neck and sneaking in between her core until she soaked the sheets.
However, things changed as the concerts began to pile up. When they were touring together as equal performers, Yoongi was active in ensuring that she heard compliments whispered in her ear. That he stared her way when she was on stage and she would sneak a look back whenever able.
Now Kiku wasn’t an equal performer and Yoongi’s attention on her was. . .low. Though Kiku understood why. It was concert season. Of course. That’s the only reason.
Of course, Yoongi was active and his face brightened like stars when he performed but lost the light in his eyes when he looked at her. It was exhaustion. It must’ve been. He would tell her if something was wrong.
Tonight was the same as the previous nights for. . .how long had it been? Two months, maybe three. Yoongi thrilled the audience with his performance, fingers dancing over the ivory keys like they were an extension of his own digits. Like the music was the air he breathed, exuding out of him. Kiku found it deliciously mesmerizing.
The audience roared with applause as the performance ended.
Yoongi bowed to the crowd, roses thrown his way before he walked backstage. Sweat slick on his forehead, pearling at the jawline. His grin disappeared immediately when he reached here. Kiku felt the weight of the lost smile but she leaned in and kissed his cheek anyway to congratulate him.
Yoongi barely leaned into it and rushed to change his clothes.
It was just exhaustion. Just exhaustion. Nothing more.
***
Today turned for the better. At least Kiku hoped as Yoongi received his first free day away from practices or concerts so he can enjoy the Italian sights for a while. The day was beautiful indeed, sun blazing gold amongst the sandstone buildings and flowers beds at the cafes burst in vibrant colour.
Kiku even wore her favourite silk corset dress with a thin cardigan over top for the spring breeze. Her black waves reached down to the small of her back and her enthusiasm thrumming to excitement. She felt as if she was waiting for a first date.
Yoongi finally entered the living room, wearing a white shirt and trousers.
“Did you want to go out to a café today?” Kiku asked, her voice kept soft and sweet. “It’s a beautiful day.”
Yoongi barely looked her way. “I have a small meeting with the producer. He wants some changes to the later performances,” he said. His tone was rushed and serious. As always. Everytime he began thinking of work, that was his tone.
Kiku knew this and she told herself this the moment her heart started squeezing unbearably. “When will you be back? Maybe we can go later.”
“I’m not sure. You can go by yourself and enjoy,” Yoongi said before rushing out without waiting for a response.
Breathing through the aches in her chest, Kiku did pick herself up and enjoy Italy. It was concert season. It was concert season. Everything will be back to normal once they’re home. It’ll be fine.
***
France was the next destination. This time, Kiku was invited to a ballet studio in Paris to teach some classes and have a studio room of her own to practice if she needed. It kept her distracted. Italy emptied Kiku and even the plane ride to France was Yoongi discussing things with his producer, Minho while she sat alone in her corner.
The dance studio brought her full of life again, the golden vines consuming the marble building like a living organism. The varnished wood floors, silk shoes and flowing dresses that returned Kiku to past days. To. . .happier days, she thought with a pain inside her.
Kiku and Yoongi fell in love during a different France tour years ago. Kiku was a prima ballerina in her early twenties. Lovely and enchanting, they called her. Yoongi played all her songs for her, watching her every move as if catering to her own movements and not the choreography itself. There was an intimacy behind that cohesion, that connection that not even six years of marriage managed to create. Perhaps that was a bad thought to have. To romanticise the first year of love as opposed to the commitment they were in now.
She should be happier now. She was happy. Happy, yes.
Was Yoongi happy? Was he happy that he watched her perform? Was it okay that Kiku was no longer that prima ballerina? She was no longer quite as lovely or enchanting.
Kiku danced every now and then but after an injury, her doctor encouraged her not to do performances like she used to. Otherwise it may lead to permanent damage. Yoongi supported her through her strained muscles, helping her through her exercises and reassuring her. But perhaps Yoongi didn’t plan on needing to take care of her. Perhaps the thought of her never being that ballerina again dawned on him and he grew distant.
No, it was silly. Silly to think it so. They were happy. Happy. Happy.
***
Kiku made her way to the stadium where Yoongi had his practice and performance later in the night. She brought fresh food from a nearby café with a small spring in her step. Sweet notes of the piano echoed in her ears. Even the tonality and energy of the notes made her know that it was Yoongi. It gave her both this nostalgia and fresh nuance of something new, like a first kiss or a sneaky touch on the back of her hand.
Kiku smiled at the people backstage, placing the food on the table.
“This’ll be good for the newer performances,” she heard Minho say as they looked out to the stage.
Kiku followed their gaze and saw the new addition. The reason why Minho wanted to have so many meetings. A young ballerina was on the stage, dancing freely to the notes played by Yoongi.
Her grin was bright and energetic, understanding completely the importance of her performance carried out. Lovely and enchanting.
Kiku knew it was normal for pianists to do this. To have different performances showcase creativity and enthusiasm. But the sight of it felt like stones crushing her slowly. It was normal for this to happen, she told herself. Yet Kiku felt it deep in her heart, deep in her gut, this unbearable pain when the reality sank in.
Kiku didn’t belong to his world anymore.
She was a wife who tried to be part of his world but not in his world.
Perhaps Yoongi knew this and stayed silent to protect her feelings. He never liked confrontation. Or it just didn’t matter and he would get rid of her after the tour.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Minho asked. “Back to his roots?”
Kiku attempted a smile as she always did. Attempting a smile. Maintaining an energy to make sure everyone else felt good. To make sure Yoongi felt good, without burden.
“I’m feeling a bit unwell,” Kiku said. “I’ll be going home.”
“Don’t you want to wait until he finishes?” Minho asked, confused. Kiku never left once she got to Yoongi’s practice, not even when she was sick.
How silly she was. Constantly leering at the edges of a place she didn’t belong to anymore. Trying to squeeze into a place in Yoongi’s heart that was probably getting smaller and smaller. He had no time for her. Kiku couldn’t force him.
Oh, the thought of it burned her eyes. Her stomach felt like it was singed.
Frustration pricked at her. “I’ll talk to him when he gets home.” She lied. He’ll be fine without me.
***
Yoongi adored having more performances linked to his piano pieces. While he enjoyed having his solo acts, it was nice to be in the background for a moment and allow for his music to be interconnected with dance or a story. The exhaustion and boredom that begun to linger in the past performances rejuvenated back into a sense of excitement. At least the final shows of the tour were something of energy and new light.
The ballerina bowed elegantly after the practice performance. Yoongi returned backstage with his heart pumping through his ribcages at asking Kiku whether she liked the new addition. She had grown a bit quiet towards the end of the Italy leg. Perhaps seeing some of her own art showcased on stage would bring her spirits up.
Except Kiku wasn’t there.
“Did Kiku not come yet?” Yoongi asked before gulping a bottle of water.
Minho, his producer, shrugged. “She said she felt unwell. But you have food.” He gestured to the apricot pastry, sandwich and coffee on the table.
Yoongi was used to having Kiku sit there with him as he ate or eat with him. Having the chair next to him empty felt cold and unwelcoming. She must’ve been really sick. “I can go early to check on her.”
Minho hummed. “I mean you can but it’d be safe to do another practice run.”
Yoongi stared at the empty chair for a while. Maybe she was asleep and he would only be disturbing. Besides, he had a few shows left. Might as well get it all out of the way.
***
Night already fell into a deep dark abyss by the time Yoongi was done with practice. He wanted to come back home in the afternoon but he got distracted at work. It was a habit of his, long rotting inside him yet hard to rip away. Moonlight painted their hotel room in a pale silver before Yoongi turned the light on for a splash of warm apricot light against the crème couches and opulent lamps.
“Kiku?” Yoongi asked.
There was no response for longer than Yoongi was comfortable.
But then Kiku walked through the bedroom door, wearing a soft cotton lace nightdress with her hair, a little messy from a nap. Her eyes were soft and glossed, her cheeks sweet and a little puffed. Kiku didn’t move from her spot, looking at him carefully.
A small part of Yoongi’s body had gotten prepared for her to walk to him and kiss him on the cheek. A more selfish part of him expected her to wait for him because she always did, even when she was sniffling from sickness. “You weren’t feeling well?”
Kiku stared at him, as if confused by Yoongi’s concern like it was foreign to her. Yoongi hadn’t seen that look on her face and something about it hurt her. “I’m feeling better,” she said softly.
“Is it your legs?” Yoongi asked, a little more careful this time.
Kiku still looked at him like that. Like Yoongi hadn’t spoken to her of such intimacy in a long time.
Well. . .he didn’t, did he? When was the last time Yoongi asked her if she ate well? Or slept well? Or even how she was? Yoongi tried his best to remember. He must’ve had asked her how she was this morning. Or kissed her. But he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember the last time he had any conversation with her.
“I’m alright, Yoongi,” Kiku said. “Get some rest, it’s okay.”
Yoongi wanted to argue that he could give her a massage or help her get better but Kiku already walked back into the room. Without a smile or a kiss. The air grew cold again and Yoongi worried that his habits may have touched a nerve too delicate for his own good.
***
“An extension?” Yoongi had a single finger tapping softly on a D note, not pressing it for sound but thinking as Minho announced that he wanted to have a few more weeks of shows. “The tour has already gone on for months. We all need rest.”
Minho hummed, waving his hand. “You can rest later. This’ll be good for your career.”
It would be. Especially with ballet studios from France wishing to administer their own ballerinas into the mix, it would be so good for his career. But a shadow loomed over him. Kiku’s distance wasn’t going unnoticed by Yoongi. She hadn’t been to any of his practices since that day and it had been a week already.
Kiku wasn’t sick anymore. Something else was wrong.
“Kiku and I’s anniversary is in two weeks. I don’t want to be busy in a concert during that time, we’ve never worked on anniversaries.” Yoongi shook his head. He remembered how she worked around her training schedules to ensure that their anniversary was always free. Something was already wrong and for Yoongi to break a tradition along with it was stupid.
“Well, Kiku can come along with you.” Minho smiled. “She can even train the ballerinas herself, she’s a qualified teacher. Spend your anniversary in Paris.”
Yoongi could try to get a free day during the tour again. He had a free day in Italy, which he used to have a work meeting. Maybe this time, they could explore France. “Alright, I’ll talk to her.”
***
Kiku was at a ballet studio, Yoongi was told. Not by Kiku but the hotel receptionist who was asked to send a message if Yoongi tried to look for her. Kiku always texted him directly if she wanted to communicate something but they’ve resorted to this now, he supposed. Yoongi made his way to the ballet studio, the smell of wood and perfume wafting in the air as he walked up the stairs to the top level practice area.
Kiku was there, wearing a flowy white skirt, transparent, crème with a black top. Her hair was open as she always kept it when practicing dances on her own. Even after the injury, her every move was precise, the pointe of her toes like an ethereal being and her form like a swan.
Yoongi remembered watching her all day. He had become so used to her presence, close to him like his own extension. After all this distance, he was once again the humble pianist watching a prima ballerina conjuring magic with her dance.
Dark, pretty eyes flickered to him then and Kiku stopped, her expression neutral again.
Yoongi tried to push down the squeeze in his chest. He wanted her to smile at him again, to rush to him and kiss him. But she stood there, distant and unmoving. “I—Minho wants to extend the tour.” He wanted to make a more personal introduction but the room turned cold so quickly, he couldn’t muster the right tender words.
Kiku stared at him, a twitch in her eye. So she was uncomfortable. “It’s alright. It’s good for your career.”
Now she was keeping her feelings hidden from him.
Hurt turned to a flash of frustration. “You weren’t at the practice.”
“I figured you didn’t need me hovering over you all the time,” Kiku said plainly.
“You’re my wife, I want you there.”
“Well, you haven’t exactly been doing a good job at showing it.”
Ah. His bad habit. Still rotting inside him and now it was rotting at the seams of his marriage. Kiku’s neutral expression flashed with truth now, making Yoongi wish she was hiding it again. It wasn’t anger. Not really. It was deep hurt and helplessness. “Kiku.” His voice was meek. It made him feel stupider that he realized it immediately yet too late.
The hurt solidified behind Kiku’s expression.
“I wasn’t doing it on purpose, I was—”
“Busy, I know. Believe me, it was the only word I’ve hinged on to. . .gain strength.” Kiku let out a long sigh, soft and weary and slow.
Yoongi knew it was to hide her voice shaking as her eyes turned glossier. He hated it. Hated that he was the reason. Hated that he didn’t even know it because he never felt he had to. Kiku always had herself put together, always a sturdy foundation. So much so that Yoongi grew too lax. Too careless. And now it was coming back to haunt him in the flesh.
“You can continue the tour without me,” Kiku said.
“No.”
“It’s stupid to cancel the tour on my accord. You’ve come this far.” She shook her head.
“I am not leaving you.” Yoongi’s voice raised a little, desperate and pleading. “Kiku. I wanted you to be with me, spend our anniversary in France.”
“I don’t want to be in France.” Kiku’s throat bobbed up and down. “It reminds me too much of what I’m not anymore. Of what I can’t be.”
“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked.
“I’m not the wonderful ballerina I used to be,” Kiku whispered. “People look straight through me and it never bothered me but now. . .you do too.”
Yoongi’s heart dropped. “Kiku, I never. . .I don’t care if you’re a ballerina or not, it doesn’t matter to me.”
“It doesn’t matter to you because you can always put a new one on stage.” Her voice cracked then, unable to hold herself together. “I can’t find some other person who will think I’m worth keeping.”
“I’m keeping you,” Yoongi argued. “I know I’ve been wrong to distance myself from you but that will never change the fact that you’re mine. And I’m yours. All of it, always.”
Kiku stayed silent, finally letting out a shaky sigh. It was that slightest glimpse of vulnerability that gave Yoongi hope. The wall wasn’t cement, it was a curtain still, giving him to room to walk closer so he could catch the faint waft of a tea and jasmine in her aura.
Yoongi held onto her fingers gently at first. He waited for her to slowly curl and clasp back, giving him another chance to walk even closer. His hand reached up her arm, cupping her cheeks and kissed her. A fire roared inside him, feeling her warm kiss back again. It had been too long. Feeling the soft strands of her hair through his fingers, the taste of her and her warmth pressed against him soared through him with sweetness.
Yoongi leaned Kiku against the barre, lifting her enough to rest against her back against the mirror. Yoongi kissed her neck, suckled on the softest part of her skin and bit into it. The slight ache on her skin awakened her nerves.
Kiku ran her fingers through his hair, tugged at the scalp to ground her to reality. That this wasn’t a dream but her own beloved husband, tasting her skin after so long. Her hips desperately rubbed against the bulge forming on his pants, the weight of her body already pressing down against the barre but she didn’t care.
Kiku snuck her hand in between them, rubbing his hardened bulge before unbuttoning his pants. Her fingers wrapped gently around his thick member, twitching against the soft skin of her palm. Her index traced up the angry vein, teasing the slick tip until he let out a moan against her collarbone.
Yoongi lifted to look at her. Kiku smiled and sucked his arousal off her index, keeping her dark lust-blown eyes fixed on him. Yoongi gripped onto her jaw, pushing her cheeks in until her lips protruded. He kissed her again, harder this time as he reached under her skirt and ripped her thin panties, the delicate cloth soaked in her own arousal.
Kiku laughed, drunk with lust as she grabbed onto Yoongis length and aimed it at her sodden cunt. Time showed in the way Kiku felt so snug. She let out a small shaky whimper as if Yoongi entered her for the first time. Kiku gripped onto the barre as Yoongi gently pushed through the tightness, letting her adjust to him again.
Kiku grazed her nails against the fabric of his shirt, yanking off the buttons so her fingertips could trace his skin. She let out a pleased sigh as his entire length sunk inside her, his body flush against hers until they were one.
“I love you,” Yoongi whispered.
Kiku let out a small whimper, forehead pressed against his as tears burned in her eyes. Both an overwhelming flash of love and pleasure soared through her deliciously. “I love you too.”
As the declaration left her sweet lips, Yoongi began to thrust into her. Slow at first, ensuring that she felt the tip of him at her cervix and every ridge inside her remembered him sliding out. She dripped with arousal, making the wooden barre glisten. Yoongis hips moved faster, pistoning in a pattern that maddened Kiku.
Yoongi pulled at the sleeves of her top, sneaking it down until her nipples popped from their covering. The cold air of the ballet studio made them erect. Yoongi leaned and wrapped his lips around one of them, lapping his tongue on the tip until he felt her clench around his cock.
Kiku threw her head back against the mirror before kissing his temple. Yoongi was patient in his attention, moving to her right nipple and giving it the same love. Such affection. His pace quickened as her pleasure began to swell to its limit.
Yoongi gripped onto the back of her thighs, locking her against the wall and pounding into her. Without mercy and with the most delicious desperation that forced a string of moans out of Kiku. Never had she felt so free to let out all the noises she wanted.
His thrusts got harsher, her wet cunt slammed over and over again until even the barre began to squeak under the pressure. Then he paused suddenly with a pant. Kiku let out a choked scream as Yoongi buried himself deep, shaping himself inside her and carrying her off the barre. Kiku spewed another whimper, muffled against his shirt.
Yoongi let out an excited breath as he placed her shaking feet on the floor. Turned Kiku around and had her face her flushed, tear-stained and pleased expression in the mirror. Her hair had turned dishevelled, the front strand matted to her forehead. Yoongi gently placed his fingers over her neck, nose buried in her hair, the lovely scent of jasmine and her sweet arousal suffusing the air. “You’re mine. My love.” He whispered.
Kiku smiled, swaying her hips before he started pushing himself in again. This time much easier, wet and welcoming. “I’m yours.” She caressed his sweat slick cheek. “Yours. All yours.”
Yoongi hummed, thrusting into her again. Deep and hard. Each thrust felt like a shake through her whole body, making the memory of him linger until she dreamt about it days later. “Am I yours?”
Kiku let out a soft chuckle. “You’re mine.” Another rough thrust had her nearly sobbing as it hit her sensitive spot. He still knew where it was.
Yoongi panted, using her noise to thrust in that same position. Kiku bent over against the barre with a whimper, her knees nearly buckling but still wanting more. “Does it feel good, baby?”
Kiku stammered a response as he fucked into her again, her lower belly felt full, ready to roll over the edge. Yoongi pistoned into her ensuring that the same spot touched again and again. “Feels good, baby, don’t stop.” She cried out.
Yoongi groaned, leaning in and sneaking one of his hands between her legs. His calloused fingers rubbed her clit as his own orgasm rushed to the edge. “I’m gonna cum.”
Kiku let out a trembling breath, gripping on his forearm as her lower belly. Begging to release. “Cum inside me.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. Then the coil sprung. Spurts of sweet nectar had her whimpering, a light choked scream as a light gush splashed on the floor.
Yoongi panted as his orgasm burst into madness, thick and warm as it filled Kiku’s womb. Messy and beautiful. Their thighs slick with the most wonderful arousal as he held his love in his hands, most of her weight rested on his grip as she trembled through her high. “Fuck, I missed you.”
Kiku chuckled, the tingles of ecstasy flooding through her like a blind bliss. “I missed you too,” she whispered, touching his cheek again. “Don’t be away from me.”
“Never. Never again.” And Yoongi held to that promise just as he held her. He would never let this go again.
***
Minho never hid his disappointments when it came to him. Except Yoongi wasn’t quite the same as all his other rookie musicians, who would fall back in line once they saw the displeased purse of his lips. “It would’ve been good for your career. Your wife should understand that much, she’s done the same with her career.’
“Kiku made her career without sacrificing time in our marriage,” Yoongi said. “I should be held to that same standard.”
Minho hummed, raising his hands in defense. “I mean if that’s what you want.”
“You did want to go to Greece for another tour so if that’s in the cards.” Yoongi already expected the sudden brightness in Minho’s face. He didn’t like disappointment but he did like something to do. Perhaps preparing for a future tour in Greece would allow for Yoongi to spend more time with Kiku.
Minho clapped his hands. “Greece and a few more dates in Japan as well. Kiku’s home country, that could make her happy.” He waved his hands, smiling to himself as if he wasn’t just ready to have a tantrum a few minutes ago. “Enjoy your anniversary.”
Yoongi smiled, feeling a wave of relief that he was appeased. No more tour dates anytime soon. Which meant he could go home when the sun was high in the sky and he had comfort waiting for him at home.
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They took a plane back to their apartment in Korea the next day. The familiar dark wood, ferns and home-grown lettuce were well-tended to by their friends while they were gone. Kiku recognized the smell was different after a few months. Sadness pricked at her but it was bittersweet, not all bad. She was home again.
Kiku and Yoongi made dinner together to revive the smell of home. Warm rice soup, spinach salad, fresh steamed rice and spiced mapo tofu to fill their bellies.
“I’m thinking of opening a ballet studio,” Kiku said.
Yoongi’s brows raised mid-chew. “You want to teach?”
Kiku nodded with a smile. “I still want to dance and the doctor said just not to do performances. So teaching.”
“If you want a part-time piano player, I’m free.” Yoongi grinned.
“Without an interview?” Kiku frowned playfully. “My ballet studio would have more standards than that.”
“I mean I am sleeping with the owner, you could pull a few strings.” Yoongi shrugged.
Kiku’s lips parted in slight shock. “That’s highly inappropriate. You would have to show me your talents.”
As they put away the dishes for their lunch, Yoongi walked over to the grand piano perched on the space between the kitchen and living room. He reached out to his work bag and pulled out a few pieces of paper with hand-written music notes.
Yoongi played with the ease of breathing as he always did, except this music was the softest it had ever sounded. Delicate and sweet. Even the way his fingers moved on the keys were floating like a swan. A ballerina.
Kiku padded over to the piano, stood behind him and leaned her chin against his shoulder. She peered over the title and saw L’amour de me Vie. Love of my Life. Her heart burst with joy as she rested against the crook of his neck. “Who’s it about?”
Yoongi laughed, playing softer. “Depends, do I get the job?”
Kiku smiled and kissed his cheek. “Fine. You’re hired.”
“Then it’s you,” Yoongi said, smirking. It will always be you.
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#yoongi#suga#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts angst#bts fanfiction#yoongi fanfic#yoongi angst#yoongi smut#marriage au#pianist au#yoongi fic#yoongi x oc
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Flavor Text Highlights - Champions of Kamigawa
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Kamigawa block is my favorite block when it comes to flavor, so as a personal treat I'm giving this set double the amount of cards!
Cool - Mana Seism | Reach Through Mists
“It is the nature of humanity not to worry about tomorrow, especially when there’s a good chance they won’t live to see the end of today.”
—Kiku, Night’s Flower
“Know one part of the name, obsession begins. Know two parts, paranoia sets in. Know three parts, madness descends. Know all, and only the kami know what will become of you.”
—Lady Azami
Funny - Akki Underminer | Hold the Line
“Deep inside the Sokenzan Mountains, a band of akki discovered a cache of ancient items of power. Their ensuing spree of destruction became known as ‘The Three Days of Fun.’”
—Observations of the Kami War
“Forgive me, Master Kami, but in the interest of my people I must halt your advance.”
Worldbuilding - Unnatural Speed | Eiganjo Castle
“How can we hope to match the speed of lightning? The fury of storms? The power of mountains? The answer is simple. We cannot. I advise against this war.”
—Sensei Hisoka, letter to Lord Konda
Since the war began, the castle’s walls mark the only place on Kamigawa where no kami has ever set foot.
Emotional - Guardian of Solitude | Wandering Ones
“It seemed an easy thing, to step into the nothingness, to fall, to die. But then, for an instant, I saw it, eyes filled with endless sorrow, and I turned back to face my pain.”
—Snow-Fur, kitsune poet
“I saw them once, when I was a child. They led me to my parents’ arms when I was lost. Why have they abandoned me now? Why won’t they take me home again?”
—Unnamed beggar
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Hi, may I request some romantic hcs with Nami, Uta, & Kiku with a gn!reader? tysm! :3
Here you go Anon! Sorry this took so long, hope you like them 😊
Nami:
Will both charge you interest, and then immediately turn around and spoil you with gifts.
Even if you're not a fashionista - well now you are.
She found you sleeping under the Mikan trees one day, and sat staring at you fondly until you woke up.
Sunbathing.
Her kisses are firm and mischievous, often taking you by surprise and running away before you can react.
You like to make things she might like out of Mikan's - perfume, soap, candles - whether they turn out good or bad, it always turns her cheeks red.
Perhaps you'd think Sanji would be jealous of you - but quite the contrary! If Nami-swan likes you, then you must be perfect, and that is what he wants for his pretty ladies.
Though she might be jealous of how much Zeus likes you. You can't help it, snuggling with a literal cloud is a dream.
Perhaps … one day you might present a ring? It would be a beautifully crafted thing with the help of Usopp and Franky, gold in color and carved with intricate designs of leaves and Mikan blossoms, with little citrines at the center.
Uta:
She sings. You dance. The same way her voice travels and traverses dimensions, your soul leaves the husk of your body, flying, dancing, gracing the skies as high as her singing.
Laying side by side, you enter your shared world. A place no one else can enter. This place is warm, always sunny, with a breeze, lying under a single tree in a meadow. The grass is as soft as plush fabric, and a creek flows with pristine water, tickling your toes.
On lonely nights, she'll sit on the window nook, gazing out the panes. It doesn't matter what time it is. You're always there, sitting behind her in a warm embrace with your head on her shoulder.
Her kisses are soft and chaste, but emotional and loving. She leans her forehead against yours and smiles.
With effortless ease, you can do each other's hair day by day.
You often link pinkies, and so one day, you both tie a ribbon around each other's fingers, so you'll never forget your promise, and no matter what may separate you, you’ll always find your way back to one another.
"You and me - we can change this world. I really think we can pull it off." Both of you share twin acts of godly power. All those who can hear her sing will fall peacefully to her dreams. Anyone who can see you dance will succumb as well.
She is the princess of this land, and you'll always be her knight.
You'll make sure that this concert goes off without a hitch. A New Genesis will be born.
Kiku:
With Wano finally free again, you both open a tea house in the Flower Capital, close enough to the palace, and near enough to be within the hustle and bustle of the crowds.
No matter how hard you try, you just can't get makeup right - no need to worry though. One of her favorite pastimes is applying makeup to your face.
You can't help but drool when she practices with her katana. Someone is elbowing you to stop simping.
The simping is worse when she dons her Mengu armor.
Her kisses are soft and loving - but she always must fix your lipstick afterwards to your amusement.
The first fire festival free of Kaidou’s rule - all are making merry in the name of the Kozuki clan, and the raid on Onigashima the year prior. Lantern’s light with wishes of joy rather than anguish and disparity - fireworks shoot off and silhouette Kiku’s face as you both sit on one of the palace rooftops, eating all manners of snacks and goodies you splurged on in the lively market, but it’s nice to get away from the thick of the crowds and party on your own.
How does she make everything she wears look perfect? How does she always look perfect?
She pulls you close, resting your heads on one another as the sky shines as bright as the day in rainbow light.
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a quiet moment
pairing: asakiku | word count: 538
"So, when can you come by?"
"Hmm..." The sound of dishes clattering against each other as they were placed to dry echoed through the call, punctuating Kiku’s musings. "I'll have to check, but I think I'll be free next week. Is that okay with you?"
"I think next week is fine, yeah," Arthur replied, quickly glancing at his calendar. There were days circled in the following week– he was actually busy, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be rescheduled. Surely. "We should do something. If the weather is nice, that is."
Kiku chuckled softly as he took notice of the antsy edge in Arthur’s voice. "Do you want to go to that restaurant again?"
"No, I was thinking of something more... outdoorsy. It's almost spring."
"お花見とか?"
"Maybe, I don’t know…” Arthur hummed as he absentmindedly twirled his fork around his food. Looking through the window, all he could see was grey– both the sky and the buildings, an almost shapeless grey mass. It was all so dull and depressing… and suddenly going out to see flowers seemed truly appealing. “Actually, that's brilliant. You stay there and I'll go. There's nothing to do here anyway."
"Don't be mean to yourself," Kiku jokingly scolded, "There's plenty of things to do at your place. But if you want to come, that's fine."
"I'll be there on Monday."
Kiku nodded, and although Arthur could not see it, he imagined it when no verbal answer came, and with that, they fell into silence. Arthur ate and mindlessly scrolled through social media while Kiku washed the rest of his dishes, as if they had simply forgotten to hang up once the conversation died out.
But they definitely did not forget.
It may seem wasteful to spend hours on the phone not talking, but they only ever hung up when it was absolutely necessary. That's because, even through the phone, the comfort of a silent presence was always welcome.
The opening and closing of kitchen cabinets and the sound of cutlery scratching against the plate filled the otherwise silent, cold space around them, and it felt as if they weren't really alone.
It was as if their houses were neighbouring apartments, separated only by thin walls instead of the ten thousand leagues of clouds and waves of reality. Momentarily, the longing eased and gave way to a numbing sense of tranquillity.
“Tokyo is too crowded, we should go somewhere else,” Kiku suddenly said, having just remembered how unpleasant a busy metropolis could be.
"True… Why don't we go to your house? The one in Kanazawa."
"That would be nice. I haven't been there in a while."
After minutes passed without either of them saying a word, the dreaded moment that had been creeping up on them finally arrived. Kiku finished washing the dishes and Arthur finished his lunch, which meant that they would have to hang up.
As much as they would like to spend the entire afternoon/night talking to each other, they had matters to attend to, especially if they wanted to have free time next week.
Goodbyes were little more than quiet, loving mumbles, questions about what the other would be doing the next day followed by a soft “see you soon...”
#my writing#hetalia#asakiku#hws england#hws japan#engpan#iggypan#hetalia fanfiction#I wrote this to distract myself sorry if it's not very good
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The Akazaya start a tennis team, what are each of their special moves?
Okay...you know I'm gonna have to take this one way too seriously to the point it's uncomfortable for most of the audience or actually really fun.
See, first we need to understand two things. One, the Akazaya are used to using melee weapons. So ball-and-bat sports of any stripes are in their wheelhouse. Two, they are fiercely competitive with each other. So if we assume the type of team match structure like in Prince of Tennis...
Kiku/Kawamatsu: Second doubles team. The gang likes to lead with a nice, likely win to set the tone and these two are a phenomenal pair. Like Kikumaru/Oishi they're good at the Aussie Formation. Just like in real life, Kiku sits up at the net doing the work of two people with her speed and ridiculous reach...and Kawamatsu is the best at noticing when she's stretching herself too thin. Kiku's specialty is headgames, a big windup that can be absolutely smashing the ball but she can also pull back last second to have it just plop on the other side of the net. Calls it the Fainting Flower. Kawamatsu has his Tsuppari Smash...palms a racket for a sumo thrust that's just a freakin laser.
Kin'emon/Denjiro: First doubles. Kin is a lucky fuckup and Denjiro best knows how to capitalize. Kin's two-sword style makes him a gifted ambidextrous player. But he's not the quickest thinker so he focuses on the serve. His special one is the Foxfire Slice. Flame makes it hard to tell which direction it'll bounce. Denjiro...very skilled. Type to have something like the Tezuka Zone. A defensive pattern where he can really control his opponent. The two will also use Kin's fruit for shenanigans.
Ashura Doji: He had to work really, really hard late nights with Kiku to learn how to hit the ball gently enough it doesn't go out. Third singles, absolute bully on the court. His specialty? Smashing it at his opponent. Always thought tennis was lowkey hardcore for that being a feasible strategy.
Toki: Second singles. She was there when the game was invented. Always seeks it out and was the one who introduced it to Wano. It's a perfectly proper game for a noblewoman to play. She relies on a very refined shot she takes way too much pleasure in naming Togen Topspin.
Raizo: The star, he gets fair treatment in some of these. First singles, doesn't need his fruit to do this but he's the copycat player. Loves beating people with their own moves. Unfortunately, unlike Prince of Tennis's Hiroshi...this does not land Raizo a female fanbase.
Oh...and Neko/Inu. Look, nature wins out sometimes. You can't be good at tennis if your first instinct is to pounce on the ball & bat it around or chomp down and bring it back to your opponent.
#one piece#akazaya nine#kozuki toki#okiku#prince of tennis#akazaya headcanons#rhea's question corner
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Seizan, Perverter of Truth
"If you would taste the wisdom of the oni, be prepared to salt it with your blood." —Kiku, Night's Flower
Artist: Kev Walker
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#mtg#magic the gathering#tcg#$34.38#kev walker#seizan perverter of truth#champions of kamigawa#legendary#creature#demon#spirit
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The tournament is up there, with the rules, my open askbox etc.
Names' ideas from the characters list below (they're examples I've gathered or you submitted, THIS ISN'T A LIST OF CONFIRMED CONTESTANTS. If you want them in the bracket you have to submit them) :
Acerola, Aerith, Ainsley, Almond, Althea, Alyssa, Alyssum, Amaranth, Amarantha, Amaryllis, Amy Rose, Ananas, Anemona, Anemone, Angel Lily, Angelica, Angélique, Anthea, Anthy, Apple Bloom, Araluen, Arum, Asami, Ash, Ashleigh, Ashley, Aster, Artremisia, Ayano, Azalea, Azami
Basil, Begonia, Belladonna, Bellossom, Berry, Bloom, Blooms, Blossom, Bluebell, Botan, Bougainvillea, Briar Rose, Briony, Bryony, Buttercup, Byakuren
Calanthe, Calla (Lily), Camellia, Campion, Carmilla, Carnation, Cassia, Cedar, Celandine, Cerise, Cherry, Cherry Blossom, Chloe, Chrysanthemum, Clove, Clover, Cosmo, Crocus, Cucumber, Cynthia
Dahlia, Daisy, Dandelion, Daphne, Daphnes, Delphine, Delphinium, Dendro, Dendrobium, Diantha, Dianthus
Eglantine, Elanor, Erica, Erika
Fearne, Fields, Ficus, Fig, Fleur, Fleur de Lis, Fleur-de-Lys, Flora, Florence, Flores, Flower, Flower in the Night, Flowey, Flox, Forsythia, Foxglove, Fuchsia, Fuji, Fujiwara, Fuuka
Gardenia, Garlic, Gentian, Geranium, Gladiolus, Gladion, Goldmary, Guzma
Hana, Hanadera, Hanajima, Hanako, Hanami, Hanasaki, Haruka, Hau, Hazel, Heather, Hemlock, Hibiscus, Hinata, Holly, Hollyhock, Hollyleaf, Honeysuckle, Hortense, Hortensia, Hua, Hyacinth, Hyacinthe, Hyacinthus
Iantha, Ianthe, Ibaraki, Iolanthe, Iris, Itsuki, Ivy
Jacinda, Jaskier, Jasmine, Jessamine, Jessamy, Juniper
Kalen, Kalina, Kanon, Kasen, Katniss, Kiku, Kikyo, Kiryu, Kiwi, Kugisaki, Kukui, Kuroba
Laura, Laurel, Lauren, Lavender, Leif, Lemon, Lian, Liana, Lilac, Lili, Lilia, Lilian, LilianaLilium, Liliya, Lilja, Lillian, Lilliana, Lillie, Lillium, Lilly, Lily, Lime, Linnea, Lusamine, Lychee
Magnolia, Mallow, Mandelstam, Maple, Margaret, Marguerite, Marigold, Marlowe, Meadow, Mei, Mentha, Miki, Mimosa, Mint, Minty, Momo, Momoka, Moobloom, Myrrh, Myrrha, Myrtle
Nadeshiko, Narcissus, Nasreen, Nemona, Nepeta,
Orange Blossom, Orchid
Padma, Padmé, Pema, Peasley Peony, Pepper, Periwinkle, Pervinca, Petunia, Pimpernel, Plumeria, Poppy, Posey, Posy, Potpourri, Primrose, Pumpkinhead
Quince
Ran, Rapunzel, Raspberry, Ren, Riko, Ringo, Roisin, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosalina, Rosalind, Rosaline, Rosamund, Rosalyne, Rose, Rosella, Roseluck, Rosemary, Rosemaster, Ronsencrantz, Rosethorn, Rosetta, Rosie, Rosita, Rozaliya, Rue
Sage, Saki, Sakuko, Sakura, Salvia, Samantha, Seagrass, Sensui, Sequoia, Smilax, Sour Grapes, Sprig, Spruce, Strelitzia, Sue, Sumire, Sumireko, Susan, Susannah, Susie, Suzanne, Sweet Grapes, Sylvester, Sylvia, Sylvie
Tamar, Tamara, Tansy, Thalia, Thistlefoot, Thorn, Toph, Tsubaki, Tsubomi, Tulip, Turnip, Twoflower
Utena
Vanilla, Vasily, Venus, Veronica, Viola, Violet, Violetta
Whitley, Willow, Wisteria,
Xion, Xochitl
Yasamin, Yasmin, Yasmina, Yotsuba, Yuri
Zara, Zahra, Zinnia, Zisu, Zhou Xu
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Spring has officially sprung! While the temperatures are still mostly cool in my area, a highly anticipated event in Japan has already begun. For the first time in three years due to the coronavirus outbreak, Japanese parks are open for the annual cherry blossom festival.
In Japan, the ancient tradition of enjoying the beautiful but ephemeral blossoms of cherry trees is called hanami, which literally means “flower viewing.” Today, people from across Japanese society congregate under the cherry trees to informally enjoy food, drink, and perhaps music with family, friends, or coworkers while sitting on plastic sheets or picnic mats spread upon the ground.
Customary foods include bento box lunches, hanami dango (sweet tricolored dumplings), and sakura mochi, an iconic confection of pink sticky rice filled with red bean paste and covered with a pickled cherry leaf.
In some locations, the trees are lit with floodlights or lanterns when darkness falls, and the party goes on well into the night. This is called yozakura, or “night sakura.”
This event typically begins in late March to early April, though this year there have been several reports of early blooms. I hope to one day see this festival, but for now, Kiku will enjoy it! She's staked out a spot to gaze at the delicate pink and white flowers, and she's enjoying some sakura treats as well (including the dango)!
Staking out a spot:
Gazing at the beautiful sakura and enjoying the dango:
Time for some sakura snacks!
#My Plastic Life#doll photography#Kiku Ningyo#Azone International#azonejp#Azone Pure Neemo#one sixth scale#hanami#cherry blossom festival#cherry blossoms#sakura#sakura matsuri#anime doll#ani-ME#Re-Ment#dango#myfroggystufffanpics#TenderWolf#Japan
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In-between dying a wretched death by working all opening shifts 10 days in a row, I still take the time to forget I'm in hell with indulgent doodles.
#magic the gathering#the arcana#the wanderer#kaito shizuki#kiku night's flower#toshiro umezawa#jace beleren#julian devorak#sketchbook#sketchbook spread
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Kamigawa reskin of Kiku, Night’s Flower
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Put together a simplified timeline for Acts One & Two of Wano:
First Day
Twelve Days until the Raid.
Act One: 909-924. Reading about the now concluded Reverie, traveling up the waterfall, meeting Tama, Komachiyo, and Hitetsu, meeting Tsuru and Kiku, meeting Speed, rescuing Tama, meeting up with the group at the Ruins of Oden Castle, Kaido attacking Tama, Luffy going to fight him, everyone learning Luffy fought Kaido and lost + was taken to Udon.
Second Day
Eleven Days until the Raid.
924: Act One ends seeing Luffy arrive at Udon Prison the next day.
Act One/Two Break: 925. Blackbeard talks about the RA's rescue of Kuma, their clash with Fujitora and Ryokugyu on the fourth day of the Reverie, and Big Mom being on the way to Wano. These were probably the articles that Sanji and Chopper cut out in 910. As well as likely the news about Cobra, Vivi, Sabo, and Imu.
Act Two: 925-955. Kin, Kiku, Dog, and Ashura meet up, Tama wakes up, the Straw Hats continue/begin their missions. Luffy and Kidd compete in the prison. The Oiran's Procession happens. Led by Kin'emon, the Minks steal food and weapons from Kaido's forces. Kiku takes the kids, Chopper, Momo, and Tama for a walk and they encounter Big Mom on the beach near Amigasa Village.
Komurasaki slaps Orochi then is "killed" by Kyoshiro, things get hectic, Nami zaps the hell out of Orochi and the Straw Hats and their allies escape.
Third Day(it’s a big vague if any time has passed between now and 926, may be the Fifth Day but again, it’s not 100% clear.)
Ten Days until the Raid.
928: Prisoners mention Luffy and Kidd beating up the hippo SMILE prison guard yesterday.
930: Big Mom pirates arrive at the waterfall, outside Wano.
931: Okiku’s group finds Big Mom on the beach of Amigasa Village at night.
Fourth Day
Nine days until the Raid.
933: Next Morning.
Kiku and co meet with Tsuru in Okobore Town, then decide to go rescue Luffy. Those who escaped from the Flower Capital, Nami, Robin, and Shinobu, travel to the snowy region, Ringo.
Usopp, Sanji, Franky, Law make plans in the Flower Capital. Queen arrives at the prison. Zoro fights Onimaru as the big monk to reclaim Shusui, then defends Hiyori and Toko from Killer. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi are captured.
Luffy starts learning Ryuo from Hyogoro. Yasu learns of the plans going awry.
937: Zoro defeats Killer and protects Hiyori and Toko.
940: Night falls as Kiku’s group arrive in he Udon region.
Fifth Day
Eight days until the Raid.
941: Next Morning.
Komurasaki's funeral and Yasu's execution. Hiyori thanks Zoro for protectingher and Toko from Killer, yesterday. Brook meets up with Zoro. A fight breaks out in the Flower Capital after the execution. Big Mom and Queen fight, Luffy takes off his and Hyogoro's explosive collars. Queen knocks Big Mom out. Luffy says he has always been free.
945: Kiku's group enter Udon prison.
Kawamatsu is freed. Awesome group pose with Luffy, Chopper, Kiku, Hyogoro, Kawamatsu, and Raizo in 948. Plague inflicted on the prisoners, Chopper cures it, the prisoners recognize Momo. Udon is captured by the Alliance in 949.
Kin understands the struggle those who had to wait 20 years went through Ashura showing him the graves of those who attacked 10 years too early.
Law turns himself in for his crew to go free. New Raid message is distributed.
951: Big Mom arrives at Onigashima and she and Kaido begin fighting.
Sixth Day
952-954: Seven days until the Raid.
Zoro, Kawamatsu, and Hiyori meet up. Plans are being finalized.
Seventh Day
954: Six days until the Raid.
Law makes an agreement with Drake and is freed from the prison. Hawkins learns that Drake is a traitor.
Eighth Day
954: Five days until the Raid.
Luffy continues training to learn Ryuo. Straw Hats sans Luffy, Minks, and Akazaya and more allies meet in Amigasa Village. Big Mom and Kaido end their fight. 955 Zoro is given Enma.
Tenth Day
955: Three days until the Raid.
Plans are essentially finalized by this point.
Eleventh Day
955: Two days until the Raid.
Chopper and Tama arrive in Amigasa Village from Udon with a sleeping Luffy.
Twelveth Day
955: Day before the Raid!!
Luffy and Kin exchange a greeting, then the Samurai and Momo head out for Tokage Port. That night, some Beast Pirates attack the Sunny, which causes the Straw Hats to be late.
Thirteenth Day
The Raid begins at night.
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hello! i see you’re open for drabble request, i would like to ask for forest bride where they go on a festival date, yoongi buying kiku anything that fascinates her (even tho she’s not really asking for it) and the people are gushing over them. thank you!
SWEET TRINKETS
Information: Forest Bride Drabble | Yoongi x Kiku | Click for original fic here if you're interested
Warnings: none.
Author's Note: sorry for the wait, things got really busy! I will be writing the other drabbles sent to me as well, don't worry <3
.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・． .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．
It was Kiku's first Summer Night festival in the Onyx clan. Merchants from other territories would arrive in the clan with new items, trinkets, food and other goods in order to add interest to the usual routines of their territory. The stalls were vibrant in stalls of all colours. Yun and Nari already lost themselves in the crowd but Yoongi ensured to hold onto her hand.
“Brother’s really not letting go of that hand,” Yun joked. “It might fall off.”
Kiku chuckled as Yoongi only smirked.
Yun pushed Nari gently into the crowd as they rushed to a stall full of rare books.
Kiku and Yoongi padded over to the first stall where the merchant sold embroidered pouches and pieces. A beautiful blue cotton pouch with embroidered honeysuckles caught Kiku’s eye. She brushed her fingers against the soft material.
“It matches you perfectly, madam,” the merchant cheered as he picked up the pouch and brandished it. “Has enough space for all your coins. It can even fit jewellery.”
Kiku grinned. She adored honeysuckle flowers in the summertime, picking them constantly from the forests and filling the stone vases at their house. “It’s very pretty but I’ll keep looking around.” She kept her gaze lingered on the pouch but didn’t want to spend too many coins on little things. Perhaps some clothes or summer fruits may be better.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Master Min,” the merchant bowed.
Kiku looked back curiously to see what Yoongi purchased from the excited and proud merchant. And it was none other than the little pouch. Her cheeks burned. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“You need something to hold all your coins,” Yoongi explained as if it was a smart transaction.
Kiku chuckled, accepting the coin pouch and holding it close to her chest. “Are you trying to spoil me?”
“These markets only happen once a year, we might as well be a little indulgent.”
They walked in front of a silk stall and Kiku noticed a mint green silk dress with delicate gold embroidery that formed into water lilies. She glanced over at Yoongi who was keeping a close eyes. “I’m just looking.”
“If you look too long, who knows my coin will fly.” Yoongi smirked.
Kiku shook her head, brushing her fingers and feeling the soft textures of the embroidery. She bit down her bottom lip but didn’t say anything further. It was mesmerizing. The amount of variety in these stalls were truly majestic.
“You have a clip that matches this,” Yoongi said. “Might go with it.”
“Are you trying to tempt me?” Kiku asked.
“Only stating the facts.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest as he sauntered over to the merchant lady selling the silks.
“Let your husband buy it for you, madam, it’s good luck!” The merchant gestured, clearly trying to make a sale instead of actually showcasing the magical properties of this dress.
“We do need good luck.” Yoongi didn’t wait a second before buying the dress.
“Unbelievable.”
Kiku had a permanent smile fixed on her face as she hooked her arm on Yoongis’. They made their way to the food stalls where different fruits were displayed. Kiku saw the red dragon-fruits and pomegranates, quickly taking her own coins and handing them to the merchant. “I’ll buy the food.”
Yoongi chuckled. Perhaps a small light-hearted race had begun now as Kiku now immediately bought them some pork filled buns.
Kiku split one bun for the moment and shared it with Yoongi as they continued walking. Finally, they reached fragrance and bath stall.
This time, Yoongi bought the rose oil that Kiku was eyeing.
“Very helpful for couples this one,” the merchant called out. “Much pleasure if you put on the right places.” They winked.
Yoongi chuckled nervously, cheeks reddening as he cleared his throat. “Thank you.”
Kiku stifled laughter as she continued walking. “Make sure to put it on the right places.”
drabbles are closed now, sorry!
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as y/n was walking down the aisle looking at the empty side of the podium that was supposed to her family but they disowned her since she came out she was dating a country in which they saw unnatural so he made her drop them in which she gladly did for him since she lost her will to fight him she decided to abide by their rules.
As she arrived down the aisle with her boss handing her off to her now husband. As she looked at her husband with a fake smile as he gently grabbed her hand and made her stand in front of him as they priest look at her and said’ ma’am your oath’ she clear her throat and said’ As i stand here as ________ wife i promise to abide by his rules, i promise to cherish him as he promise to protect me and cherish me as much i do’ as she said her oath as looked her husband in his eyes he said’ i abide’ and then shuts up and looked at her as his pt2 and him are one.
As she smiled at them then the priest looked at the crowd that held no objection and said’ she said her oath and promised to leave her old life behind and now will the groom pick up his fated and take her away’ he nodded and picked y/n up and walked down the aisle. As she giggled happily and he chuckled and said to her ear’ y/n you’re mine’ and she nodded and grabbed him and made them face her and said’ baby i’m yours and your pt2 to since we are married’ he nodded and put her down as she throws her flowers and g/n2 caught them and waved at her and blushed at russia as he growled and grabbed her.
y/n nodded at her husband as he talked to his boss one last time before they went on their honeymoon. As she enter the car and waited the driver winked at her and that made her uncomfortable so she said loudly where her husband heard her’ STOP STARING YOU CREEP’ as her husband rip open the doors and looked at the drive with deadly looked in his eyes she stopped him by saying’ ____ baby look at me’ he looked at her and said’ y/n baby you alright’ she nodded and said’ yes baby he’ll stop if he has a half a brain’ the driver nodded and said' yes ma'am’ her husband nodded and said’ you better’ to the driver.
y/n sat beside her husband and held his hand as she ignored the driver as he tried to ignore _____ death glare.
As they got to the airport and got out. y/n stretched her arms out and looked at_____with love in her eyes and said’ i will abide baby’ and helped him. As he sat her arm around her waist then settled for her hand as she walked them to the private plane and took off to wherever she wanted to go since she spoke first. As she smiled at the man married and he held her hand through out the trip and told her how she belong to him at night as he took her with no mercy at night
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