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mheerdraws · 1 month

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Azula redraw commission 2/3

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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May I Kiss You?

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

A quick little thing I wrote inspired by this post

Warnings: none

Word Count: 493

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"May I kiss you?"

It's a question you've asked him perhaps a hundred times now. At every opportunity, whether that be relaxing at camp, fresh from battle, or while exploring the area, you have found any and every moment to ask.

And every time he smiles, trying to be flirtatious, but it's entirely too adoring, and usually he says yes. When he declines, you always smile and tell him that you love him. And every time, warmth floods his body and mind.

You are a wonder, truly.

He chuckles softly as he lays his book in his lap, looking up at you with entirely too much fondness and smiling to the point his fangs peeked from behind his lips. "Of course, my sweet."

He must have missed the twinkle in the corner of your eye. You kneel beside his spot amongst his pile of cushions, and he tilts his head back to accept the kiss. Only, you don't lean down to meet him.

Your hand gently brushes stray curls behind his ears before cupping the back of his head. He's confused. His brows pull together slightly and that pout starts to form on his lips.

With almost no effort, you tilt his head forward, lean down, and press a kiss to his forehead. It's quick, simple. But it makes Astarion's undead heart absolutely soar.

An involuntary sigh slips from his lips. He can't understand why it's so shaky, or why his chest is so tight with emotions. Before you can pull away, let him go and step back, go back to your duties, he holds your wrist and keeps you there. Not by force - you could easily slip away at any moment.

Once he knows you're not going to leave, his muscles completely relax, from his hand loosening around your wrist to his shoulders slumping. He closes his eyes and sits there, terribly reminiscent of when he basks in the sun.

You press another kiss to his forehead and he smiles, just a slight uptick of his lips. He turns his head to press a kiss to your inner wrist. He can feel your pulse thrum against his lips, sense the blood flowing just beneath your skin.

He chuckles, trying to recover, but it's quiet and weak. "I..." The words die in his throat. Whatever quick line his brain threw at him to distance himself from his reaction. It's... hard to be sincere, even with you, sometimes. It's even harder, he thinks, without creating that buffer. But it feels wrong to remove himself from this. From your fingers combing through what hair you could reach, from your eyes patiently taking in his reaction for any sign he may be overwhelmed, from that sweet smile on your lips. So he tries again. And all he can muster is, "Thank you."

You guide his head to tilt back slightly, and he watches half-lidded as you lean in to kiss his cheek. "Of course, my love."

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thespookymoth · 11 months

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Roads Untraveled

BokuAka & IwaOi Band AU

◻ ongoing

◻ rated M

feat.

◼ famous violinist Oikawa Tōru,

◼ stressed student Akaashi Keiji,

◼ the band OwlCat,

◼and many more!

with a fic poster by the amazing @mheerdraws 💗💗💗

~*~*~

Chapter 1: Each breath that you take has a thounderous sound

"In search of himself, he dares to jump again. One last time hoping not to fall this time.

And if he does, he hopes not to lose everything again.

Especially not his heart."

#spooky's stories #haikyuu!!#band au #bokuaka #iwaoi #akaashi keiji #bokuto kotaro #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa toru #kuroo tetsuro #kozume kenma #shirofuku yukie #fanfic #fanart

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shade-without-color · 10 months

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I wish that I knew what I know now (Haikyuu Short fic)

A/N: So lately for this short story, I am inspired by @mheerdraws Papa Miya drawing and my own experience on moving on to a different path, to some extent Osamu Miya is my comfort character and to write his voice on doubt of choosing a different path is a good way to let this out.

Osamu came back after school, feet dragging from practice, it is not that he hated volleyball, his mind is writhed by the ever-so-hungry second year volleyball player- the mystical No. 10 that blew away the finals in the Spring High school, and this year- Inarizaki High- the crafty foxes now have that real bite from the foxes, under the leadership of Atsumu, his hungry brother to pass through the finals.

Osamu cannot help but to stare at no 10’s anger- he still remains so hungry- like he wanted to pass through that round, but they are formidable in that round.

So is Atsumu.

Osamu excused himself early from practice, as his heart slowly drift away from doing endless tosses and spikes with the ravenous monsters, and he lack that ‘hunger’ that Atsumu and the rest of his team mates held. Perhaps his fangs are slowly blunted by that reality that he never possessed that love.

“I’m…home…”

A taller man-Kashiwawake glanced at Osamu’s glum expression. “Welcome back…” He still held the same thick eyebrows as them, and at meetings in a small izakaya which he knew another friend Isohiro-ojii-san that they complimented his father, for his sons to possess his handsome looks and joked that Atsumu will soon be a lady-killer in his older years.

His son’s amateurish grey is slowly blending out with his black roots, unlike his brother who insist continuously bleaching his hair over and over again. “Dad….you are back home early….”, noticing how he slowly peel the potatoes in the sink, and how the rice cooker slowly erupt bubbles of water “I thought you have…”

“Yeah….” Kashiwawake gave a small grin. “Got myself lucky, because the boss is impressed with my reports, Samu-kun, why not you take a shower and help me make dinner….”

“Yes….”

Osamu lingered his eyes over the neatly framed pictures of their family life, when his father with baggy eyes- smiling sheepishly with their mother holding the twins proudly in his arms, a graduation picture of Atsumu in kindergarten holding his scroll and scholar’s gown, with tears welling in his eyes and himself, the opposite looking at the camera with deadpan eyes, another at summer holiday which they caught a fish in their hands, and that last picture that reached to his and Atsumu’s room, is a younger version of his father standing firmly, holding his high school diploma.

Osamu cracked a small smile.

These memories though insignificant, proves to be the foundation to the siblings. ///// After being refreshed from the shower, and changed in to his loose cotton t-shirts and shorts, Osamu slowly ran down the stairs to see Kashiwawake humming an old Japanese tune in his head. “Samu-kun, do you feel better after that shower….” He spoke in a gentle timbre which eased Osamu’s easing muscles, observing him cleaning his ears with a worn-out towel which he now draped it around his neck

“Mhmm….”

He somehow remind him of his friend- Suzaku wearing it to absorb the sweat at smoky izakayas.

Kashiwawake cracked a cheeky grin. “Samu-kun, lighten a little- can you help me get the curry packets….” Osamu nodded a little, searching over the larder for it. “You know what, Samu-kun, you are a good baby, unlike your rambunctious brother Atsu-kun who keep screaming his head off because I cannot hold him- but you cried when your mum brings your friends, which weirdly I can soothe you by bringing you to the kitchen…..”, grinning at Osamu as he managed to find that said item.

“Dad….”

A pregnant pause filled the air.

“How should I tell Atsumu that my heart no longer hunger for volleyball…” Osamu took small breaths to calm himself. “Well I stick him through and through, and yet, it is not my calling…..”, distracting himself to sneak some ice from the freezer, sucking the ice cubes back and forth in his mouth to calm his nerves. Kashiwawake gave a small laugh. “Samu-kun….”, whilst peeling off the plastic layer from the curry roux, dropping them on the cutting board which he gave a rhythmic chopping back and forth. “It is not the end, that we change paths Samu- I am proud that you tried, and yes you are more capable than Atsu…” Kashiwawake gave a whisper in his ear. “I believe that, you jumped way much higher than him….”

“However, stepping out can be a good thing….like when you tried to cook a recipe many times, and yet you still falter, remember you are begging me to make that pudding Samu-kun, maybe you are 6 years old…”

Shit my dad remembers the most embarrassing things ever, Osamu thought to himself, forcing himself to busy himself, by taking the peeled carrots and potatoes, listening to that anecdote of him trying to make that pudding to see his smile brighten, and taking a pot to put in the carrots and peeled potatoes, to parboil them.

“Paths and methods can be different, I did not force you to stick to that path of ‘volleyball’ Samu-kun, you enjoyed it while it last….maybe after you graduate… you have plans for college, you have plans for university….you may like it, you may hate it, but listen Samu-kun, in the end….” Kashiwawake quickly take out the discounted packet of meat, slowly slicing the pieces of chicken meditatively. “You will find that piece that fits you nicely, like the layer of caramel sticking to the custard…..”

Osamu quickly take over the cutting duties, when hearing the screams of Atsumu- grinning from joy from practice. “OSAMU WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST LEFT PRACTICE, NOW I HAVE….” Osamu gave a mischievous grin, noticing Atsumu walking over the step with his sports shoes on. “Welcome home Atsu-kun….please do not stomp the house without taking off your shoes…”

“Sorry dad…” Atsumu pouted as he haphazardly toss the smelly socks at the side of the floor. Osamu gave a cold stare at Atsumu. “Hey…put them at the laundry, otherwise mum would kill you, remember she screamed that you throw your smelly uniform at the bed…..”

Atsumu gave a gulp, which resulted in the laugh between father and son. “While your brother clear his dirty laundry, just as I am saying, you will be fine Samu- and I think you did the kitchen than I do…..”

Somehow Osamu smiled at him. “Anything I can do, old man….”, looking over the fridge like a treasure trove of food. Kashiwawake frowned a little. “Hmmm, do you want to make some Negi-tama, perhaps you will do a better job than Atsu-kun burning the kitchen previously when I was not well…”

“Yes dad….” Osamu’s heart somehow feel lighter at that talk. “Thanks…I need it….”

Someday, like his father’s advice- he will soon find a path that would fit him.

#writing #writers on tumblr #Osamu Miya #Miya Osamu #haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #drabble #TBH I need this more than before

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mheerdraws · 6 months

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