#please accept my humble gift to you two
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fic moodboard inspired by tiger stripes by @daydadahlias
The sun makes its orange fur look golden, hot. If Calum were to touch it, he’s sure it would burn him like fire. Not that Calum has ever had any problem with flames. But he doesn’t particularly care for them attached to an animal like this.
He’s never seen a tiger in person.
#oh wow would you look at that another cashton mb who would have believed it from me?????#this was on the reread list and i haven't read it since it was posted so this was nice#what a little slice of life fic <3 just painful enough and just full of hope enough!!!#i will be loosing my mind over ashton's past in this fic even tho we only got the tiniest glimps of it#and same goes for calum#ok anyways to the the mb itself!! i actually combined the stars and the quote pic so i can fit them both in the 9 pics limit#it turned out pretty i think#we got honeybee and snoopy (snow pea) the cutest tigers around#we got the bumpy train and the circus#calum looking around and ashton just being himself#and i knew i was gonna put the stretch marks but i also wanted to represent ashton's freckles#cause they did get a mention in the fic#it's about the contrast 😌#jess i hope you like this and also monse i hope you like this cause jess wrote this for u#please accept my humble gift to you two#fic moodboard#cashton fic
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your mafia!toji fic got me thinking so hard abt him😭😭 he’s deffo the type to just buy you sm stuff as an apology but when you don’t forgive him and sleep in a different bedroom mf will come into the room on his knees and beg for you to come to sleep 😩😩 imagine still saying no and him just flipping you onto his shoulders and carrying you to bed 🤭
oh you are absolutely correct!
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“darling” toji softly calls you, letting out a tired sigh. “i said i was sorry. what am i supposed to do?”
“die” she replies nonchalantly, shoulders shrugging before grabbing a pillow and your favorite blanket off the bed,
he snickers, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. “now, now that would be over dramatic don’t you think? won’t you miss me?”
he almost pisses his pants when she throws him a glare,
“okay. no jokes. got it” he put his hands up in surrender, feeling absolutely terrified at his baby being mad and speaking less than two words to him,
if anyone ever finds out that the most feared and notorious man in the city being tamed by his woman, he would never hear the end of it,
but she is scary. can you blame him?
toji looks over at the designer shoes and bags he just purchased a few hours ago, tucked neatly in the corner. untouched by her.
guess the apology gifts aren’t working,
“i didn’t know that she was coming, i haven’t even talked to her in years! never planned to anyway, you know i only got my eyes for my girl, right?”
she tries so hard not to roll her eyes,
toji had a meeting with one of the cartels at the club earlier that night. and of course, she always goes. it’s where he can always keep an eye on her and refuses to leave her at home all alone because he can’t risk that. also, because she’s his good luck charm. whenever she’s around, deals always goes well,
tonight was an exception though,
all was well until a certain person decided to crash. his old fling. one before he met his precious girlfriend. the red haired thought that it would be fun to press her fake ass tits against toji,
y/n was shocked to say at least. she didn’t say anything but her face spoke thousand words. toji could see that. throwing daggers at the bitch, corner of her lips quirk into a form of disgust.
and the worst part was? toji didn’t do anything about it! can you believe that asshole?!
something about being absolutely unprofessional if he was ever to push her off and it ticked y/n to the fucking bone so she decided to ignore him the rest of the night,
toji feels defeated when she chooses not to respond, simply just taking her stuff. he crouches lightly to look at her pretty face clearly. “baby… can you please look at me? I can’t stand seeing you mad. i’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”
if it was any circumstances, sure she would melt and jump in his arms. but tonight is different. how could he?
she looks up at him and whisper “fuck. you” before turning around angrily and walk out of the door to go sleep on the guest room,
toji groans, the heel of his palms pressing against his eyes. she has always been so stubborn. too fucking stubborn. exactly why he had to get rejected seven times before she accepted his date.
what? he needed to get humbled, so she gave him that.
he contemplate for a while whether or not he should let her be or not. then he chooses the latter. it would probably be best if he let her cool off some steam for a while, he doesn’t want to do any more damage or make her feel more annoyed by his presence,
bet. not even ten minutes later, he feels like losing his mind without her here.
“fuck this shit” he mutters, getting up from the bed. rubbing his face furiously before stomping towards the other side of the room,
he walks in without knocking, ready to say what he needs to say again. yet he stops. heart clenching at the sight of his girl curled up in bed, back facing him.
“love?” he slowly walks over to her laying figure,
“go away” she speaks. now in a softer tone
“please” he begs, walking around the bed and catching a glimpse of her playing with her pink manicured hands. “sweetheart. I’m sorry” he repeats, going down to her eye level before letting his hand moves to rest on her bare thigh. he’s internally relieved when she doesn’t push him off,
he sighs when she’s not looking at him, seemingly only focused on the nails that she had gotten done a week ago.
“i should’ve pushed her off. shouldn’t let her touch me like that. hell, i shouldn’t even let her breathe near me. i know that” he realizes his mistake. “i didn’t even think about what my girl needed. i was being a horrible boyfriend”
no answer,
he sighs again, refusing to look away from her pretty eyes,
“baby—“
“i heard you the first time. leave. and close the door”
toji is taken aback. fuck. she really is mad at him.
“you don’t mean that”
“uhm, yes i do” she retorts in an obvious tone, sassily raising her eyebrow before scooting a bit further from him. she doesn’t realize this but it makes his heart break,
“princess, i swear-“
“go call that girl back to keep you company. let that fucking bitch sleep by your side” she mutters, looking at the tv instead of him,
he can’t take this anymore,
“you know what? that’s it” toji had enough, he will not be sleeping alone and neither will she. standing up on his feet, his hands reach out to circle around her ankles before tugging her body towards him causing her to yelp,
“toji! what the fuck are you doing-oh!” her voice gets cut off the moment he pulls her body up like she weighs nothing. throwing her over his shoulder. “put me down!” her fists start to hitting his back—as if they’re actually hurting him— legs swinging back and forth
“nope” he answers, keeping a firm grip around her waist before swatting her ass, locking the guest room behind him and walking back to their shared one. “you’re driving me crazy, woman—not saying that i hate it, but i’m pretty fucking beat tonight and we are going to sleep together. so stop fighting me”
she huffs, admitting defeat and letting him carry to the bed. “fuck you, toji”
he smirks at that. “oh i will, baby”
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hello my favourite argenti kisser. it is i. your supreme overlord ^_^ i am here to, very politely, ask for aventurine and robin dating hcs. shambles away miserably. you know who i am. goot bye <3
dating aventurine and robin
content warnings: none
note: hello supreme overlord!!! you can shamble all u want . i will remember . anyways i had a lot of fun writing this :) please accept my humble offering . i hope u enjoy 🫡
Despite his seemingly friendly exterior, AVENTURINE isn’t as easy to get to know as some might assume. He teases, and befriends, and invites, but always keeps people at an arm’s length — for many years this is how he’s lived, and he was wholly under the pretence that he would continue on like this until he died.
Early on in your relationship, it might not feel like you’re even dating at all. He invites you to his fancy IPC parties as a plus one, but gives you about the same amount of attention as everybody else. He asks you about your day, but never talks about himself. It takes him a while to warm up to you — maybe he ends up enchanted watching the way you talk about your passions, or maybe he’s awestruck by the smile you throw his way as you thank him for a gift he got for you. Either way, he falls hard, like a meteor crashing down to earth.
Aventurine’s love language seems like it would be gift-giving, but it’s far too easy to buy you things, he thinks. His time is far more scarce, and therefore far more precious to him. He’ll text you after he clocks out with a dinner invitation to somewhere he knows you like — he’s already made the reservation, so what do you say? He’ll watch you drone about your day with some smitten look on his face until his food goes cold.
Without his usual suave bravado he feels a little too vulnerable than what he’s used to — sometimes, when he looks at you, he feels like he’s looking straight into the sun for the first time, blinding and comforting all at once.
His love is genuine, if a little clumsy, too. You might get calls from him throughout the day while he’s at work: nothing’s wrong, he’s quick to say, he just wanted to hear your voice. His hand reaches out for yours in the same smooth, practiced motion as always, but the way his fingers curl around yours, his thumb brushes over your knuckles is new, almost shy — and if you’re able to catch the look on his face before he glances away, you’ll be able to see the gentle upturn of his lips, a delicate little arc, brighter than any gem he could ever present to you.
ROBIN's love for you is something akin to the feeling of walking into a well-lived room: warm, familiar, safe. No matter how long you’ve actually been together, she always feels some sense of innocent puppy-love for you — always enamoured by the way you speak, and smile, and laugh, and…
It’s quite likely that you’re her first romantic relationship. She’s had fans in the past that might’ve liked the idea of her more than her actual self, but with you she feels seen in all the best ways. She doesn’t feel the need to play any role, or keep her hair neat and voice soft and back straight. In your company she feels she can let herself be, let herself hold your hand across the table or wipe a little bit of food off the corner of your lips. Would you be so kind as to let her? She hopes so — the feeling of your warmth next to hers is more exhilarating than the cheers of any crowd.
Robin’s preferred kind of dates are the more lowkey kind: maybe you just want to have a home-cooked dinner, or to watch a movie in the living room? She’ll help you set up the kitchen or help decide on a movie. It’s not uncommon for her to encounter reporters or paparazzi while out and about, and while she might be used to it, she doesn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. It’s like a breath of fresh air for her, too — everything is so much less stifling when it’s just the two of you.
She seems like the type to express her love in little ways, too. She’ll order your coffee in the way that you like without even having to ask, or she’ll adjust your collar if it’s crooked before you go out together. The thought of you permeates all her thoughts and actions, too — in a crowd of people she’ll find herself singing only to you, and as you walk hand-in-hand through the late-night streets of the Golden Hour, not even the brightest lights will be able to tear her eyes away from you, the sweetest dream she could ever hope to have.
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Pookie please!
At first I'm fine with the open ending of Welt x Reader ome. But then you go on ahead and make a sequel with a cliffhanger. Please my heart can't take it.
I won't force you t continue it if you don't want to. I just wanted to say it's amazingly written. And if you did ever wanted to go back continuing that, I'd be looking forward to it. (Be it more angst or bittersweet ending or even happy one. I'm content because I'm just that starving for Welt x male reader)
The very long awaited part three
Yes, Your Excellency
Part One | Part two | Part Three (You're here)
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Welt Yang | M. Reader
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"I will gladly play the part, so that you may shine, my sun."
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Once upon a time in a kingdom far away..
Lived a princess only 14 years of age.
There wasn't anything this princess couldn't have with a boy just like her serving as her right hand man..
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Those are the words he have said to her multiple times, from the very beginning. He was there as he watch his Lady build an empire from nothing. Her anxiousness... her fears.. her loneliness... her suffering..
He saw it all.
His dear Christine.
She was truly.. the light in his tunnel..
Even after everything, she still smiles and answers to her people. Truly a kind and thoughtful ruler.
And he's more than happy to be by her side. To guide her. And comfort her at her lowers.
She was everything to him.
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The Stellaron Crisis brought many disasters and ailments. The suffering the people felt, their loved ones who are clutching their last straws. It breaks his heart. Truly it did.
It breaks his heart that Her Excellency has to watch her people suffer.
Her face which was once filled with joy was replaced by a somber expression. Her tone was so soft and full of life has turned sorrowful.
It breaks his heart... Truly... it did..
How could they.. turned such a beautiful person who's full of life into.. this..
It's unforgettable!
And as her right hand man, he will solve this Crisis and finally... bring back that smile that once adored her face.
He endured many sleepless nights and devoted himself to his research. He doesn't care what it takes. He will save her. The Stellaron Crisis is out of control, what if Her Excellency gets infected by its disease? What if she was suffering from the ailment this entire time! He has to! He has to save her! Whatever it takes!
"You worked so hard on trying to solve the Stellaron Crisis. I can see why you're Her Excellency's right hand man."
The day the Nameless arrived at their humble planet, claiming wanting to help and lend their aid. He was skeptical. How could these... people.. be as what they claim to be? How could he know they won't harm anyone? How could he know they won't harm her?
He didn't say anything as he kept vigilant.
They complimented him. Calling him a responsible and caring man for devoting himself to his research on the Crisis that had plagued his home.
Of course.
How could he not?
When she is also affected by it?
She doesn't deserve this.
She doesn't deserve any of this.
Her beloved kingdom.. on the brink of collapsing..
Oh how heartbroken she must be..
Which is why...
He's taking things into his own hands.
He can't just sit idly and see her suffering like that everyday.
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"Whatever it takes?"
"How bold~"
"Then why don't you accept our offer?"
"We can help you!"
Their voices are loud. Oh so loud. They begged and persuaded him. Trying to get him on their side.
"We can give you power.. so you can protect her."
Their offers are very tempting. Very very tempting.
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The Nameless.. as righteous as they are.. never would he thought one of them could be so interested in him. That man talked to him so casually as if they're old friends, maybe more.
He was never good with names.
But his name seems to stick to him for some reason. The chatter and the gift that man had given. It somehow.. stuck to him in a way he never knew existed.
He felt like he had gone insane.
They're strangers and yet.. it felt like.. they knew each other for so long..
"Oh? What's this?"
"Have you found another?"
"How cruel of you.. to forsake your beloved.."
No... No.. No!! Nonononononononononono!!! He can't!! Her Excellency!! She's—!
"You can't deny it though."
Shut up.. just shut up!
Their voices grew loud as their demans became more tempting by the second.. The Nameless.. as righteous as they may be.. Could he truly trust them..? Trust them to.. solve this Crisis..? Trust them to.. save her..?
Of course not.
How could he? How could he trust them? They're just some random people!! They came uninvited claiming they wanted to help!! Who do they think he is?! He's Her Excellency's right hand! Christine's right hand!
"You know what..? Sure.. I accept."
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"They're nothing but fools."
"No one can save her."
"No one but me."
#seme male reader#top male reader#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x male reader#hsr#hsr x reader#hsr x male reader#hsr welt#hsr welt yang#welt yang x reader#welt yang x male reader#welt x reader#welt x male reader#x reader#x male reader
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Since your requests are open, might I suggest vamp lord Venti? Or perhaps something with the vamp lords in general?
i'm glad there's one other person besides me who's interested in the archons as vampire!lords lolol i wasn't sure what to title this but please, accept this humble drabble of them being the siblings ever. note : darling's relationship with nahida is strictly platonic!
This is an extension of this and this concept, which are branched from my vampire!alhaitham au :> written with a yandere setting in mind but nothing of that sort is really going on here, unless you squint.
wc : 1.2k
“Seriously, what was that blockhead thinking when making them share a room with a half-blood vampire of everything?”
“If you can even call this closet a room, Barbatos. There's not even space for us to take an extra step!”
If the word ‘baffled’ would be a person, that'd be you at this instance. You stare questioningly at the figures that now occupy your room, the buzzes of their comments on the poor accommodations that they had provided flies over your head as easily as they leave the lords' lips. A moment’s interlude and five servants enter next, meticulously weaving through the existent personnel.
“Well, I can't say I wasn't expecting this. Half-bloods have weaker impulse control, especially when they have not been ‘fed’ properly. There's no way Morax couldn't have known this. So, he must've had other intentions.”
The lord praised for her unmatched wisdom chimed, inspecting the residual stains of blood on the otherwise vacant walls with curious green eyes. At the side, the lord clad in ocean blue conducts the servants to gather your belongings with haste and the master of songs remained beside your person in his nonchalant haze.
“Uhm, M'lord, am I getting kicked out…?”
Barbatos's gleaming teal eyes meet your tentative gaze. With a chuckle, he places his beret on your head. Instead of words he answers you with a hearty squeeze on your cheeks and you yelp.
“My birdie, how could that thought even cross your head?” even a blind person could feel the pout on the lord's lips. You make a few unsuccessful attempts at riposte and at last succumb to the assault on your cheeks — the sight of which has Barbatos's grin stretched till his fangs peak.
“Cut it out, Barbatos! They've yet to recover from their wounds. You can save your ‘affection’ for a later day.” the lord celebrated for her stage prowess huffs, arms crossed and indignant at the handsy behavior of her fellow Vampire Lord.
The accused vampire frees your cheeks from his clutches. Though you're not gifted with reprieve as his right arm coils around your shoulders next. “You speak as though I'm the most ignorant being to exist! Dear [Name], why don't you tell good Focalors here how much you enjoy being the recipient of my affection?”
You sputter at the heat of the two lords’ gazes. Luck shines upon you and your savior interferes with a cough.
“Allow me to apologize on behalf of everyone, [Name]. Had I been more persistent in ensuring that you wouldn't have to be roommates with that half-blood, this accident wouldn't have happened. I'm truly sorry.”
Nahida's heartfelt condolences paint the atmosphere in a subtle somber hue. Pupils of green flicker to and fro the fresh bandages wrapped around your neck and wrists. You feel Barbatos's fingers tighten around you ever so slightly, it is not until Focalors' chiding words echo that the silence cracks.
“Buer, Buer, Buer. For how long will you continue to take responsibility for others' carelessness?”
“Well, at least she has the courtesy to apologize,” Barbatos idly twirls a strand of your hair, “Unlike a certain brutish blundering buffoon.”
It's quite apparent to you who he addresses so vehemently, though, you're not certain what the cause is behind their blood feud. It's not like you expected to be treated like royalty in a palace full of lethal predators, no one has heard a vampire ever treating a human kindly. You'd even say you were no greater than a slave to everyone in this place, so, the lords' current care confused you greatly.
“Actually, Lord Morax invited me for breakfast this morning. He told me that even he wasn't expecting my ‘roommate’ to betray his command and attack me.”
All eyes snap towards you as those words settle from your lips, you cannot hold back your concern at how quickly they turned their heads.
“He did?” Focalors asks incredulously, the lock of hair Barbatos was twirling falls from his grasp dramatically.
“Yes…he even told me that Lord Shogun had ‘taken care of’ my roommate, whatever that means.” you mutter with uncertainty, gaze flickering between their wide-eyed stares.
Barbatos is the first to recover from that collective befuddlement, “Well, looks like they did something good for once.” he lets go of your shoulder and you almost miss the flash of irritation in his normally tranquil teal eyes. You note how unsettling he sounds with the absence of playfulness. The weight of the lord's beret reminds you of the barrenness of your room and your initial confusion of why they barged in, in the first place.
“Am I really going to be kicked out of the palace?”
Your question comes out more melancholic than intended but, it does its job in getting the vampires' attention. Barbatos begins with a spring in his speech, completely disregarding his earlier odd countenance.
“About that, my birdie, because you're such a delicious mea—ow! I mean, such a precious human, we've decided that from today onwards, your new roommates will be…us!”
Furina's elbow retreats as Barbatos rubs the side of his abdomen with a spiteful look. She takes his beret off of your head and replaces it with her own hat, hurling the former object towards the green-clad lord's face.
“Now, I know what you're thinking, petit agneau. Each of us will be sharing our quarters with you every month. Meaning, one month you'll be my roommate, the next Buers, then Barbatos's and it'll rotate like this. Isn't that the most excellent idea?”
Judging by Furina's boisterous laughter and the sparkles that float around her, you surmise it must've been her proposal. All of this is happening too quickly and too out-of-nowhere. You're not naive enough to believe that their sudden initiatives are born from unadulterated kindness. In this hidden corner of the world where the self-interest of a stronger life form dominates the hierarchy, it's foolish to rule-out any possibilities of hidden agendas. But precisely due to that reason, clinging to the few opportunities of benevolence are inconsequential for survival — that, in itself, is another form of self-preservation.
“So, I'll be staying with you this month, Lord Focalors?” you ask.
“Well… who'll be the first in the rotation actually hasn't been decided yet.”
“I’ll be the first one.” Nahida, who'd been silent thus far proclaimed ; you tilt your head down to find her dainty fingers holding onto your hand.
Focalors and Barbatos remain frozen with gaping mouths for a few seconds, likely because they were about to say the same thing.
“If I may jog your memory, you both have been tasked with arranging this year's annual spring gala. No doubt you'll both be busy with your own work to pay attention to [Name]. So, it's only logical that she stays with me, isn't it?”
True to her title, Nahida leaves no room for further arguments with her reasoning. A ‘you have a point’ full of disappointment leaves the other two in unison. You catch Nahida's wink as you peer down at her and it makes you wonder. You can never guess what she's thinking but, she's been the only one who's shown you genuine care since you signed your contract with the Vampire Lords. There's a certain... peace about her presence that you can reluctantly believe in, compared to the flightiness of the others, at least.
You spare one last look at the place you used to call your room, the splatters of your own blood remind you again of the terrors of this palace. With a deep breath, you choose to swallow your fear and follow their lead, for now, at least.
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Me, sending Thalassa another ask after a long tumblr absence? It's more likely than you think ;)
My request this time is more Shen x Reader...but through the Henchwolves' POV
Gimme that minion gossip 😆
It's benn a Goddamn Minute since I wrote anything for the murderbird, please accept this humble offering my friend! This is set loosely within Shen's hostile takeover of his family's palace, just pretend it's taking a few months longer for Po and the Furious Five to arrive.
Lord Shen x Reader (Henchwolves POV)
Sooo...the boss’s in looovvveee…
Ok well it’s more like Shen is speed-cycling through every emotion under the sun, like some kind of cursed knife throwing merry-go-round.
From an outside perspective that part is no different to how he normally is, really, potato tomato.
But ever since YOU entered the picture, he’s been swinging between regality and rage like it’s going out of fashion.
This would normally be time for the wolves to about-face and shamelessly hide behind the hired muscle of the rhino and gorilla guards, but between your bemused reactions and the Soothsayers amused snorts they have front row seats to China’s cheesiest love story and they’re not missing ANY of the drama.
Don’t forget, the wolves have followed Shen for nearly two decades by now – they know him. His ins and outs, his twitches and grandiose gestures. The way his right eyelid twitches when he can’t feel the knives in his sleeves.
They’re not familiar with the way his elegant steps stumble when you surprise him. Or how he loses his train of thought and sputters when you question his judgement. Or how he seems to fight the noble training of several years to fidget with his robes before posing just so to meet with you.
Guards from both the throne room and the gardens noticed his tail sweeping and twitching when talking to you, and in their experience, Shen’s tail is a dead giveaway for his flintstrike temper and at the time they were 99% certain he was about to stick a knife in your back and call it a day…
...until he presented you with a custom ordered gift and his overwrought nerves had his tail nearly leap into it’s classic fan as he awkwardly swallowed a squawk into a cough, trying to pretend this was a spur of the moment thing rather something he'd agonized over in private for five days.
At guard change they all but barged into the guardroom mess, hollering and sniggering.
“Shen’s PRESENTING!”
Chaos ensues. Bets are taken, at least one table is broken. One poor bastard ends up tossed from a fifth story window. He's probably fine.
It’s all boss wolf can do not to roll his eyes.
In contrast to the rest of the henchman – he operates much closer to Shen in a day to day capacity. So HE’s the poor bugger having to endure Shen’s erratic mumbling as the neurotic bird pores over battle plans, supply chains, letters and negotiations from nobility and powerful individuals to bribe. All that, he can deal with.
...What he can’t deal with is the way Shen’s eyes will glaze over mid mumble and suddenly he’s got an earful of spoiled royal lamenting how 50 reams of china’s finest silks isn’t even close enough to a satisfactory nest and How is he supposed to curry your favour if you only have 25 colours to choose from???
Fucking. BIRDS and their obsession with shiny shit.
Meanwhile, the Soothsayer is very much enjoying watching Shen work himself into a knot over whether or not he should ask her for a love life prediction.
It’s just a waiting game before he cracks. And she’s more than happy to trip him up and poke fun in the meantime, catching your eye from the background and winking as she eats his sashes and pulls fake prophesies out of her ass.
(She approves of you, don’t worry, and she lowkey is happy for Shen to have found someone as wonderful as you, but also: you deserve better and her lingering fondness for Shen as his former nanny doesn’t blind her to that.)
Hope you enjoyed these headcannons friend!
#thalassa responds#lord shen#kfp lord shen#shen x reader#x reader#Shen is probably my favourite of the kfp villains#I'm just never sure if I can get the balance of 'capable visionary who is a legitimate threat'#and 'overwrought hairtrigger bundle of spite given form'#and 'accidentally hilarious sassmaster' together in the right amount
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Hello my sweet darling!!
I would like to request some teeth rotting fluff please!
Some general relationship HCs for Ares x Mitsuri reader, what are they like as a couple and gifts they would get for each other just because it was a Tuesday and wanted to make the other smile.
Stay happy and safe my friend!
Ask and it shall be done, my dear friend! ☀️
There is no doubt that you two would make a very cute couple in Valhalla. Ares might be the Grecian god of war, but he is quite a softie beneath his harsh exterior, though it would have taken some time to actually muster up the courage to confess how he felt towards you.
In his eyes, you were incredibly gorgeous. The way you carried yourself confidently yet humbly in the halls as a handmaiden of Athena, greeting the gods respectfully with a nod of your head and a bright smile…he was dazzled, and he did not feel that he was worthy of trying to court for your hand nor it was the right time.
He had been separated from Aphrodite for 112 years, five months, three weeks, twelve hours and eight minutes. The goddess of love and pleasure had always been fickle as she had been vain, all flaws that Ares wholeheartedly accepted….until a surprise visit at her temple turned into a massive argument when he saw his beloved in the arms of her ex-boyfriend Adonis, just weeks after they had reconciled after another breakup.
The one who had been able to pull his head out of his ass had been none other than Athena. She might have shared Artemis’ vow of chastity and did not take a lover like her siblings, but the goddess of wisdom was not blind as how you, her handmaiden, looked at him with a lovestruck gaze or blushed fiercely when he greeted you.
You were smitten with him, plain and simple.
Normally, she would not allow romantic relationships to foster amongst her handmaidens as a vow of chastity was required to be accepted into her temple. You were the exception to such a rule because you were not truly a handmaiden. You were a Demon Slayer, tasked with protecting her for a short duration until the situation had been…resolved. Uncle Hades was the one to recommend you, as you were one of the strongest soldiers under his command.
The demon who had attacked the city under her divine protection and slaughtered many mortals was a malevolent being not to be taken lightly. It had the ability to split itself into four individual bodies, each with a special power. A god could certainly try to kill a demon…but their weapon would either be destroyed once it made contact with its extremely durable skin, or they would be its next meal.
Only the sword of a Demon Slayer can kill a demon. The best method was a clean cut across the neck, severing the head as quickly as possible before it regenerated any of its wounds or missing body parts.
You had been very diligent in your task, obeying her commands with such vitality and enthusiasm it almost made Athena envious of such a bright mortal. But seeing you sigh longingly after him is starting to give the goddess of wisdom a headache, which is why she traveled all this way to see him.
Will he accept her feelings and stop clinging to the shred of hope that Aphrodite will come back to him, or remain melancholy for the rest of his immortal life? He is the one who now holds the key to your heart in his hands. To turn it and unlock another path to a fulfilling love…or to return the key to her…that’s up to him.
Athena then left the temple, her flowing robes billowing behind her as a dumbstruck Ares scrambled with words, dumbstruck at what his sister just said.
You…loved him. You were in love with him?
He quickly sought you out and asked if it were true, and his response had been witnessing your face turn just as red as his own face and squeaked a small ‘yes’.
Ares.exe stopped working. Internally, however, he was jumping for joy that maybe, just maybe, you were the one. The one who would love him unconditionally. It took a few minutes to break out of his reverie upon hearing your worried voice call out to him, [Eye Color] orbs glistening with unshed tears.
He immediately reassured you that he was all right…just stunned and happy. When you accepted his hand with the intent of courting, Ares felt love begin to blossom in his heart again.
Uncle Hades, though, made it quite clear that the two of you needed to be discreet. Your duties to protect Valhalla and its people as the Love Hashira came first.
What followed were picnic dates, exploring the markets of Valhalla and even an opportunity to ride a winged horse in the sky when the weather was absolutely perfect.
Gift exchanges happened too, although Ares did overdo it a few times with luxurious bouquets of roses or high-end confectionaires from a well-known bakery. He was over the moon with anything you gave him, whether it was a brand new cape to replace a tattered one that got ruined in his last battle, or bought dinner on a Tuesday night, whenever he wanted to go.
If he felt a bit fired up, he’d invite you to spare with him. He had come close to being beaten not once, but twice. On the third time he was on his back, but it didn’t bother him at all. In fact, he saw it as another opportunity to grow and become stronger. You were more than happy to help him with his flexibility, although it was a bit…painful.
And that was saying a lot from a god with a high pain tolerance.
He never made fun of your strength or strangely-colored hair, finding that such traits suited you perfectly. There was no need to change who you were to make someone else happy.
Ares almost a panic attack when you began crying after he said those words, but you reassured him that these were happy tears, not sad ones.
He’d be a gentleman, always offering to carry heavy objects for you and hold your hand firmly, yet carefully as if he were afraid he’d hurt you accidentally. If someone has tried to make a move on you or acted incredibly rude towards you for whatever reason, whether it was because of your hair, your appetite, your strength… the hapless ingrate better start running.
#shuumatsu no valkyrie#an idyllic novelist#ror x reader#snv x reader#record of ragnarok#ror ares#snv ares#ares x reader#mitsuri!reader#request#fem reader
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A gratitude ritual to the elves
(For the autumn season!)
This is a ritual that I’ve created some two years ago, as a gesture of thanks and acknowledgement to the álfar as land spirits. It acts as the “closing ceremony” for the harvest season, so it could be fun for you to perform it on Samhain if you celebrate, or on your preferred date to perform the Álfablót. It’s made up of three major steps; the offering of drink, the offering of food and the burning of autumn symbols, all of which are separated by invocation and prayer. Without further ado, I will detail the ritual.
The first step? To bake/cook/prepare your offerings of food and drink. I think it’s important to incorporate local seasonal ingredients, as they come directly from the land you live on and therefore, can be considered gifts from the harvest Gods and spirits. Examples of seasonal drinks might be cider (apple juice also does the trick if you’re alcohol-free!), mead, mulled wine, spiced drinks and the like. Seasonal foods might be include apple, pumpkin, corn, squash, etc…
The final offering requires you to go and pick a few good, local symbols of autumn. These can be fallen leaves, helicopter seeds, fallen flowers… Basically anything that you know will burn well and which you won’t have to pluck directly from the tree or plant it comes from. If you grow herbs, fruits and/or veggies, it’s also possible to offer them up as well. I also write down on a piece of paper a few things I’m grateful to the álfar for.
Prepare a ritual bowl or cup in which to pour the offering of drink, a plate in which to place the food offerings, and a fireproof space in which to safely burn the autumn symbols (I use my cauldron).
Optional but fun: I line each plate up in the order drink-food-fire in an outside space and kneel before them to perform the ritual. I then light incense and anoint each plate with ritual rosemary oil, for purification and protection.
Invocation: “I call upon the spirits and guardians of my land. I call to me the people of Yngvi-Frej who dwell in Álfheimr. Come to me Hidden Ones, come and receive that which I humbly choose to give back, in thanks and as to show my gratitude.”
As you pour the offering of drink: “May you accept this libation, symbol of the water which flows under the earth and nourishes the soil. May you look with fondness upon me and those who dwell on your lands.”
As you offer the food: “May you accept this shared meal, symbol of the many gifts of the earth. May you bring forth favorable and plentiful seasons henceforth.”
As you burn the symbols of autumn: “Another harvest has passed, with your blessing and your protection. Noble elves who answer to the Vanir Son, I am grateful for the land that you share so generously with me and my loved ones. Please bless the soils to be bounteous for the coming year.”
I hope you all have a happy autumn season (or spring, if you live in the southern hemisphere!).
#heathenry#Álfablót#elves#norse paganism#witchcraft#yngvi freyr#spirituality#norse gods#polytheism#deity work#deities#alfar#álfar#land spirit#spirit work#ritual#rituals
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Like Mother, Like Son
Severus Snape x Fem! Reader
Summary: A slice of life in the life of Severus Snape.
A/N: I had this inspiration after watching Modern Family. So hi five who watches it.
Severus had two lovely children. Clementine and Aiden. Their names suited well to their personalities. While Clementine has taken after Severus, Aiden has taken after his mother and while he loves his children to the core the latter can be a bit chaotic. Like his mother.
"Hey" Y/n climbed down the stairs to find Severus and Clementine sitting in front of the fireplace enjoying the morning peace. "Good morning, what are you reading Clem?"
Clementine gave her a warm smile "Good Morning Mother, I am reading Nancy Drew"
"Hmm are you enjoying it"
"Yes, mama thank you so much for gifting me this book I love it so much."Y/n gave her a loving smile.
Severus couldn't help but blush. She looked as lovely as the day they met. She settled herself on the arm of the couch Severus was sitting on.
"Where is my good morning?" he asked her raising his eyebrows.
She giggled as she kissed him promptly on his "Good Morning my love" she said with such love Severus was thankful he was sitting as his knees got weak at her loving voice.
"I am still here" Clementine reminded her eyes still on her book.
"Which reminds me where is our little troublemaker" he smirked at his wife.
"He is not a troublemaker" Y/n gasped. As soon as she finished her sentence the boy in question quickly made himself known.
"Are you sure he was not adopted?" Clementine asked
"GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!" Aidan yelled interrupting Clementine and quickly made his way downstairs.
"Aidan please be careful on the stairs you will get hurt," Severus said sternly giving a look to Y/n "See what I meant?"
"Sorry Papa" he quickly settled himself on Severus' other lap and gave a kiss on his cheek.
"Aww see he is so adorable and tell Papa how you are becoming responsible" Y/n cooed as Aidan preened
"Papa today I made my own bed," Aiden said with such a big smile that Severus had to bite his cheek to let his smile spread.
Aidan quickly got up from Severus' lap and ran towards his room.
"Careful on the steps" Severus reminded him.
Y/n couldn't stop looking at her husband she always knew he would make a great father and while she accepts they can be a handful he has always been patient with them. Severus starts blushing once he realizes Y/n's gaze on him
"You are staring at me" he smirked watching Y/n blush at his words
"I am just happy at the fact that you are happy" she softly smiled at him.
He caressed her back gently "I am," he said smiling lovingly at her.
"Ma I am going to explode some color-filled ballons on neighbors will you join me?" he asked Y/n wide-eyed
"Yes," she replied to him instantly getting. Giggles escape them as they leave their humble abode.
"Huh, I guess that answers my question" Clementine sighed going back to her reading.
"I am glad you took after me" Severus smiles sweetly at his daughter.
"I kind of want to watch them," She said finally closing her book
"Go, the more the merrier" he watched as she left quickly to join her brother and mother.
Severus went to the window to watch Y/n and the children fill the water balloons. Clementine finally decided to join them instead of watching.
Severus is happy with his family forgetting his past was not easy but creating a happy future was what Severus was looking forward to.
#professor snape#snape lives au#severus snape x y/n#severus x you#severus x reader#severus snape x reader#severus snape#pro snape#snapedom#snape fandom#slytherin#harry potter#snape x reader
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The Victim of His Love (Part 2)
Pairings: Aegon II Targaryen x Lowborn!Reader
Summary: You followed your heart and it destroyed you.
Word Count: 1.3k
Note: I enjoy writing this chapter. Exploring some parts of Aegon’s and the reader’s relationship. 🌷
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You were lying on your stomach, feeling the tickle as Aegon kissed your bare back. His lips travel up until it reaches your neck towards one of your ears. He playfully bites your ears, and you can't stop giggling.
"I love you." he then whispered to you.
A tender smile flashed on your lips when you heard them. Words full of love. You turned around to face him. As the moonlight enters the room, you can still see his face. Even if it is dark, his eyes can still light up the room. You wrapped your arm around his neck while he propped his arms on both sides of your head.
"And I love you." You replied. You feel his breath as he brings his face closer to yours. When your lips touch, you can't ask for more. You got him even closer to you as his tongue explored the inside of your mouth. Then you feel your body heat up, and your fingers run to the back of his hair. He bites your lower lip as he suddenly parts from your lips.
You gave him a playful scowl when he decided to end the kiss.
“You are being mean, my prince."
He just chuckled and then gave you a peck on the lips. Afterward, he lay on your side while you rested your head on his chest. He gently caresses your hair. You close your eyes while he is doing that. In a few hours, both of you will return to reality, A reality that the two of you will never be the same. Sometimes you just wish it was different, that you had met in another circumstance, and that he is free to choose who to love.
As you both stare at the ceilings of your humble home, you suddenly remember the gift you would give him if only he wasn't in a hurry to get you in bed, and you are not complaining either.
“I have something to give you.”
You open your little cabinet beside your bed, and when you find it, you immediately light up a candle and face him, smiling.
“What? Why do you look so delightful?”
Then you handed him over the gift you were so pleased to show him. When you see this, you know in your heart you need to buy this for him. You purchased this necklace with a lilac-colored stone bead in the center with your meager money.
"I know it is not as exquisite as the jewelry in the palace, but when I saw it, I immediately remembered your eyes. Eyes that I am willing to drown into."
Still smiling, you presented it to him. He accepted it quietly. For a few moments, you didn't hear a word from him.
The smile also gradually disappeared due to his reaction. Doesn't he like it?
"Maybe I'll just give it back..." you tried to take it from him, but he also quickly stopped you from doing it.
"Don't... Don't ever say that because this thing is of immeasurable worth," he said and put it on. A flicker of a smile can be seen across his face.
Then he leans closer while you close your eyes; as your mouth touches his, you feel the warmth of summer radiating to your body. He stops and presses his forehead into mine.
"Run away with me."
You open your eyes as you hear what he said. You move a little away from him and then look directly into his eyes, whether he is telling the truth or jesting. But no, all you can see is him, determined to know your decision. Stunned, you decided not to respond immediately but stand and walk around the room, baring yourself to him and not minding the hungry look he has been giving.
“Or we can bring to fruition what we started, my love, and think about that a little later.”
You ignored what he said and returned to the bed, then sat down in front of him.
“Are your words sincere? But how? What of your duty?”
He turns, quickly moves to the bed's side and places his elbow on his knee. "I know, it is idiotic to even say that. But that is the only thing I must do to be with you. I don't crave this life anymore. I do not even want the crown and the throne. I do not want it. I know being with me is tough, but all I ever wanted was to be with you. That we could be anywhere but here." He ran both hands to his face to his hair, then rested it on the side of the bed. His eyes went to the floor. No one decided to speak.
You were just shaken by what he told you. But hearing from him, you know what will be the answer to it, always. After a few moments of silence, you got up and wrapped yourself in a blanket. You stand in front of him. He looked up at you.
"Yes," you told him.
"What did you say?" catching the confusion in his voice.
“Yes, my love. I will run away with you. We may not know what will happen, but my heart will be yours forever." you said as you could not hold back the tears.
He beams with laughter as he stands up. He then suddenly placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you hard. When your lips parted, there were tears in his eyes.
You just smiled and then let go of the blanket around your body.
"Now, without a doubt, we should bring into fruition what started, my love."
He just grinned. You giggled as he lifted both legs and wrapped them around his waist.
As the night ended, you wasted no time worshipping each other's bodies.
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You woke up suddenly when you felt the boat comes to a stop. A dream... No, a memory you wished to destroy. He did not truly love you. His love is poison in a bottle, and you drank all its contents.
Wasting no time, you quickly climb out of it and walk to the dock to the person who receives payment for the transport. You did not have difficulty paying them because you are the only passenger left on this boat. As you pay the man, you roam your gaze to the people and the surrounding. It is almost at odds with where you grow up. No crowded places, no tall structures, and mainly no big castle. Never in your life have you set foot in any place other than Kings’ Landing, and all you can ever utter is it looks enchanting. The man cleared his throat, then your eyes went immediately to him.
“Pyrefield," He said suddenly.
“Hmm... What did you say?” confusion laced in my voice.
“I said this place is called Pyrefield.” He continued while counting his earnings.
“Why is that?”
“You’ll know when you decide to live here.”
You just nodded your head and went ahead, leaving him. Nothing really comes into your mind about what will happen to you now that you have a child. You don't even know what to do. You have to get out of there for your own sanity, and this is the ideal place not to be seen.
"Did you run away?" You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him while unconsciously putting your hands on your belly. The swell may not be striking yet, but the way you protected it did not go unnoticed by the man.
“It will be good for your child... if you live here. You may sometimes feel secluded and lonely, but calmness and being free are aligned with it.”
“And I’ll look forward to it." You simply bow at him and smile. Then head to where you can start a life with yourself and your unborn child.
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andi !! for my valentine’s day gift this year i am humbly requesting will helping teacher! mike decorate his classroom for valentine’s day <3 (+ bonus points if this is pre-relationship and they spend the whole time flirting before one of them works up the nerve to ask the other if they have any plans,,, slides this slowly across the table)
suni suni suni teacher!mike is so personal to me so thank you SO much for this. also will being flirty and mike getting flustered is also everything to me, so have some of that too.
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3: abc, 123 (baby, you and me).
Mike Wheeler’s a pretty damn good teacher.
Alright, look. Here’s the thing: Mike knows he’s a damn good teacher. There’s a reason why he’s one of Principal Tennyson’s favorite teachers, despite the fact that he’s only been at Hawkins Elementary for about four years now. Being a kindergarten teacher is not for the faint of heart, especially when Mike teaches in a school district full of rich, snooty parents who think their kids deserve special treatment on a constant basis.
But hey, somehow, Mike has managed to get through the last few years with very minimal complaints from said rich, snooty parents, and even better, he’s also managed to make genuine connections with his kids.
So, yeah. Mike’s a damn good teacher, and he’s not afraid to remind his boss of that when it comes time for his annual comp review.
But there is one thing that Mike absolutely sucks at in the realm of teaching.
Decorating his fucking classroom.
Ugh. Okay, so when you’re in college and preparing to be an elementary school teacher, they literally teach you how to make the cute bulletin boards and decorations and stuff, right? Yeah, well, Mike hated every single one of those presentations. Absolutely hated them. His worst grades in college were the stupid bulletin boards he had to make.
The content was fine. The aesthetic? Yeah, not so much.
And unfortunately, some things never change, and even though Mike has been a teacher for the last four years of his life, he still can’t for the life of him figure out how to create an aesthetically pleasing classroom by himself for the life of him. For the longest time, his best friend, Max, would come over and help him kind of make the classroom look pretty. Max is no artist either though, even if she’s a little better at making things look nice than Mike is.
But then, this past December, Max just had to accept a new job and move across the country to be closer to the guy she’s been dating for a year or so now. Ugh. Traitor.
So, that’s exactly how Mike finds himself here, on fucking February 1st, at approximately 8 PM at night, desperately trying to redecorate his classroom for Valentine’s Day.
In Mike’s defense, Valentine’s Day isn’t for another two weeks, thank you very much. But all the other teachers in the school have already decorated for Valentine’s Day, and if Mike gets one more stupid, passive aggressive comment from stupid fucking Brenda or her evil twin, Tammy, he’s gonna end up losing his job.
Ugh.
“Are you kidding me?” Mike groans, and he falls backwards onto the floor, letting the stupid pink construction paper heart fall onto his head. It’s rather ironic that he’s a kindergarten teacher and responsible for teaching twenty-five kids how to color inside the lines and cut paper properly and other stuff like that, since Mike didn’t even go to kindergarten and can’t cut in a straight line for shit.
The woes of being an “academically gifted” child.
Mike sighs heavily, and he closes his eyes, lying on the floor and questioning every single moment in his life that led him to this moment. Maybe he’s being overdramatic, but Mike doesn’t really care. Right now, he’s hungry, tired, and ready to go home.
Teaching shouldn’t be this hard. Seriously. How is it that Mike can deal with little Riley Jones throwing up all over his brand new pair of shoes or Kimmy Harris screaming at the top of her lungs and picking a fight for the first month of this year, but somehow Mike can’t decorate his stupid fucking classroom? Why on God’s green earth is so bad at making things look nice—
“Mike?”
Mike flinches sharply, and he startles, sitting up quickly at sudden intrusion. Much to his surprise, Will Byers, of all people, is standing in his doorway, an amused (and admittedly adorable) smile on his face.
…
Okay, so look.
Here’s the thing.
Will Byers… is the new art teacher at Hawkins Elementary. Their old art teacher, Sandy, had retired at the end of the year, and though Will had been hired pretty early on into the school year, he’s only just started working at the school.
And um… well… you see… Will is really, really good-looking.
Like really good-looking.
Quite possibly the most gorgeous and also the kindest person Mike has ever met in his life.
For starters, Will has the prettiest eyes—a warm shade of hazel that looks green in certain lighting, Mike has noticed. His smile is pretty too—soft and sweet and perfect for his personality. He’s got fluffy, brown hair, and maybe Mike shouldn’t think this about his coworker for God’s sake, but he thinks he’d really like to run his hands through Will’s hair and pull him close and kiss him stupid and—
Ahem.
Um, yeah. So, that’s… that’s Will Byers. He’s great, and Mike has been meaning to get to know him more—not even necessarily in a romantic way. The two of them are some of the only male teachers at Hawkins Elementary, and they’re among the youngest here at this school. It makes sense that they’d become friends.
Life’s just been absolutely crazy these past few weeks, so Mike unfortunately hasn’t gotten around to that.
“Will!” Mike exclaims, and he winces at the way his voice comes out as a little, panicked squeak. Warmth rises to Mike’s cheeks, and he offers a sheepish smile to his coworker. “Hey, um… what’re you still doing here?”
The smile on Will’s face grows, and he shrugs. “I could ask you the same thing,” he points out; then, his eyes flicker to the construction paper surrounding Mike. “I’m guessing you’re decorating your classroom though?”
“Ugh.” Mike scrunches his nose, picking up a few of the sad little paper hearts and letting them fall dramatically back onto the ground. “I’m trying to, at least. It’s going great, if you can’t tell.”
A soft laugh escapes Will’s lips, and oh God, Mike’s heart does a little somersault. Will walks into Mike’s classroom, sitting down across from Mike, and he offers a smile. “Not a fan of arts and crafts, huh?” he guesses.
“Not all of us can be artists, Byers,” Mike replies easily, and a crooked grin forms on Will’s face. “I like every other part of teaching, but decorating my classroom? It makes me wonder why I didn’t just stick with being a Business major like my dad wanted.”
Again, Will just laughs, reaching for some of the construction paper on the ground. “I don’t know you very well yet,” he admits, “but you definitely don’t seem like the kind of person who’d enjoy working in business.”
A couple things stand out about Will’s response:
He says business the way that Mike’s kindergarteners say things like… homework or broccoli or other things that they hate, and Mike can’t help but grin. He’s liking Will more and more with each second that passes.
… Yet.
Will definitely said “yet,” and okay, Mike probably shouldn’t read too much into this, but also, he can’t help himself. His heart may or may not be pounding inside his chest, and his cheeks may or may not be burning up right now, and he may or may not be trying to stop smiling like a total idiot.
“I would’ve hated business,” Mike agrees, and he leans against his desk, scrunching his nose again at the mess of decorations sitting on the floor. “But at least businessmen don’t stay late at their jobs trying to decorate their offices for a stupid Hallmark holiday.”
“No, they just stay late at their jobs to crunch numbers and avoid their wives and children,” Will deadpans, and Mike just snorts.
“Way to describe my dad in a nutshell,” Mike deadpans in return.
That playful grin returns to Will’s face, and he looks pleased at his ability to make Mike laugh. “Are you really planning on staying here until you have your entire classroom finished?” Will asks incredulously.
Mike winces, looking around at his classroom—which, admittedly… is about 10% decorated for Valentine’s Day. “Maybe,” he says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… I’ll probably end up coming back tomorrow and Sunday, but I wanted to finish as much of it as I can tonight.”
Will purses his lips, and he looks around the room again, a thoughtful look on his face. “You’re gonna need some help,” he decides, finally turning to Mike and smiling brightly. “And luckily for you… I’m pretty good at arts and crafts.”
Another playful smile—which most definitely makes Mike’s heart skip a beat and his stomach do a silly little somersault. “You don’t have to,” Mike reassures, though he really likes the idea of spending the entire weekend with Will Byers. “I’d feel bad making you help me out—”
“You could always make it up to me,” Will blurts out, and Mike just blinks.
For a moment, the two of the stare back at each other, and Mike watches as a rosy (and adorable) blush forms on Will’s face. He seems to register the fact that he just said that aloud, and Mike doesn’t really know Will Byers that well yet…
But he gets the feeling that Will might just be as interested in Mike as Mike is in Will.
A slow smile forms on Mike’s own face. His cheeks are burning right now, and not for the first time, he feels like a kid with a kindergarten crush. “I could,” Mike says softly, meeting Will’s eyes. “What’d you have in mind?”
Though Will’s face most definitely gets redder, he smiles at Mike again, his eyes going soft. “Dinner, maybe,” he suggests, still playful and soft. “A movie, if you’re interested.”
The inside of Mike’s head feels like the movie Inside Out, with all of his emotions running around in a panicked, flustered mess, and okay, look, maybe it’s embarrassing to admit at the ancient age of twenty-four (almost twenty-five) years old, but Mike’s not sure he’s ever felt this giddy and excited around someone.
There’s just something about Will Byers—something incredibly special that makes Mike feel like this… this could be something real.
“I’m definitely interested,” Mike says with a smile of his own, and he gestures to the Valentine’s Day themed decorations around them. “Getting a headstart on Valentine’s Day, huh?”
“Something like that,” Will laughs, and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Then, he sets the construction paper in his hands down and stands up. “Come on. Let’s grab dinner, then we can come back and knock out a couple of your bulletin boards.”
He holds his hand out to Mike, and Mike’s heart—stupid organ that it is—feels all fluttery again. He can’t help but smile again, and he takes Will’s hand, letting the other man help him up.
“Dinner sounds like a good idea,” Mike agrees softly, feeling all too aware of how Will’s hand lingers in his for longer than it needs to. “You’re the best, you know that, right?”
An amused look forms on Will’s face as the two of them walk out of the classroom, and he glances back at Mike. “You don’t know me that well yet,” he says, a bit teasing.
“Well, it’s a good thing we’re about to change that,” Mike retorts, just as playful, and Will just smiles.
“Yeah,” he agrees softly, “it’s a really good thing.”
For a moment, Will’s eyes linger on Mike’s own, and warmth rises to Mike’s cheeks again. The two of them stay there, out in the hallways of Hawkins Elementary, for what feels like a little eternity; then finally, Will clears his throat and glances away.
“I’m kinda craving pizza,” he suggests. “You cool with that?”
“Pizza sounds great,” Mike agrees, and Will smiles again, walking down the hallway. “I can drive us. I know a good place.”
“Perfect,” Will says softly, and he glances back at Mike one more time, a softness in his eyes.
The words go unspoken, but somehow, they don’t go unsaid.
It’s a date.
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🦆D u c k Y e a h 🦆
🐤Hello friends, I've done so much sewing lately but no updates for you, how neglectful!
🐤Please accept my humble offering of this, possibly the happiest piece of clothing I've ever had on my body. It has secret egg pockets 🍳 and two amusingly mutated ducks along the seam lines 😂
🐤Pattern is my self drafted orange sundress pattern, fabric is a cotton hubble with ducks! from poundfabrics.co.uk. The secret egg fabric was a gift :")
🐤Pictured with handmade Untitled Goose and thrifted accessories.
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Peppino Spaghetti Headcanons (Romantic)
A/n: My first post! I hope you guys all like these! Also. I found Pizza Tower like a week ago and have been hyperfiaxting since, Just adding this skrunkly dude to my list of favorite characters. Anyway, on to the headcanons!
➜ BTW my requests are open!
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To begin, you would meet Peppino by being a regular at his pizzeria. You loved to stop by everyday afterwork to get a personal pan pizza. And it's always the same. A (fave pizza) pizza with a drink and chips.
Peppino takes notice around your third time coming around. He notices how you come with a smile no matter how your day has went. You always hold a conversation with him and stay until closing.
You always tipped, and it was large amounts, like $300 or $20 for an $8 order. And whenever he tried to deny it, you would give him more as a "punishment".
As more time passed, Peppino noticed the glances you would give him. The gazes would linger, and it would cause Peppino to worry.
Did you not want him to come over and talk to you anymore? Was it something he said? Did he offend you?
This would cause the Italian man to spiral into various scenarios.
"G-gustavo, are-a you sure she-a would like a balding guy like-a me?"
Gustavo would try to encourage his anxiety riddled friend.
"Yea! Who-a wouldn't? You're an Italian Stallion!"
"...."
"..."
"Please-a never say that again..."
Anyways.
You would have to verbally tell him that you like him. The poor man can't pick up on your flirting too easily.
But the moment you let him know.
Oh he's gonna be elated!
He thought you wouldn't be interested in him because he was older and in debt. He thought you would want someone else more your speed. Someone who could support you.
But you silenced any of his worry with a kiss on the lips.
After the two of you make it official, Peppino eagerly awaits your visits everyday.
You try to spoil him by taking him out every other night after work. Your poor peppy needs a break!
Being best friends with Gustavo is a must! And Brick too!
You actually love brick alot, you frequently come with cheese to gift the large rat. Which he humbly accepts
You're there for Peppino, helping him with the stress of his business and the reaccuring nightmares of that blasted Pizza Tower. (You'd always wondered where he disappeared to for two weeks)
Overall you love your lovable Italian boyfriend, you wouldn't choose any one else in the world to be your s/o!
Lil drabble below!
Peppino was closing for tonight.
Today had been unbearable.
Although he had a rush of customers, Peppino also had to deal with the annoyance of the Noise visiting him today. That irritating bastard had caused him to lose one oven thanks to his pranks.
Peppino groaned as he moved to close up shop for today when he heard the doorbell jingle.
"Peppi!~"
Peppino sighs lovingly as he drops what he was doing to come to the front.
"Amore mio!"
He comes from the behind the counter and embraces you. You giggle as you place a kiss on his forehead. "Are you ready for our date?" You ask and he nods quickly.
"I'm guessing it was a bad day?"
"Mhm.."
You sigh as you rub his back. "Alrighty..let's go then! I have so much planned!"
Peppino sighs softly as he allows you to drag him along to whatever you have planned.
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any tlt au kevjean crumbs for us queen…. - dayurno
@dayurno oh dayurno........ You need to understand that every since I claimed that prompt I open the doc daily and I have yet to churn out an opening I like despite it being fully plotted in my mind. It's L after L over here
However. I do have some snippets of future scenes I've written down so. Please accept this humble offering until our Ressurector, the Necrolord Prime, the King Undying, our Kindly Price of Death sees fit with gifting me the inspiration
"They kissed, once. They were young, but not enough to not know better. Riko was away, called off by the Master, and in that rare moment of peace the two of them had taken to sparring. Kevin was disarmed, cornered, and Jean's practice sword had went full force for his throat – or it should have gone, but he hesitaded in the last second before wood met skin, and in the space of that breath, Kevin hooked his foot along Jean's ankle and pulled them both to the ground, landing perfectly on top of Jean, one hand cradling his skull so it wouldn't hit the pavement too hard. The other was against Jean's chest, and as the moment of victory stretched a little too long, Kevin could feel the heart pounding beneath his palm, so hard he could have believed he was holding it.
It felt like something he could break.
Kevin had looked from his hand to Jean's face. The cavalier's eyes where the exact grey of the atmosphere in the second between sunset and nightfall. His lips were parted, perfectly pink as the blush of exertion along his pale cheeks.
Kevin didn't so much decide to lean down as he did catch himself already kissing him. Jean's hands wandered up his waist and down his thighs, and it that moment, they had been the only two people left in the universe."
And here are some assorted news:
Kayleigh used to be Tetsuji's cavalier. She died while they were both serving on the Cohort, at which point he retired from his military carreer
Kevin was originally supposed to be Riko's cavalier, but the plans changed when he was discovered to be a necromancer. Riko, however, has had a hard time getting over it
Kevin is a flesh adept and Riko is a soul adept (breaking with Third tradition). Also breaking with Third tradition, he may or may not have attempted soul siphoning before
On paper, Jean is Riko's cavalier, and Kevin has none. Everyone knows, though, that Jean serves as cavalier to them both. As for which of them he is actually devoted to...
The story is set in the year before the myriadic year of our lord. Here's a snippet of Kevin's opinion about it: "Riko can believe what he wants, but Kevin knows the real reason why they're here. They're guinea pigs. It's not that the Emperor expects them to fail, but He knows no one would be sad with the abomination of the Third House out of the way."
This story has a theme of when it comes to hearts :)
The title is the opposite of hunger
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Glory be to the greatest midwife and cobbler! I am quite honored that you follow me too! Please accept my humble gift of a group of two of these ducks. They also double as a donation to @shutanictemple
Thanks for the ducks, @carbonarak. Dunno if it's just me, but they look a bit familiar...
Anyway, I passed your donation along to @shutanictemple and they gave me these to give you. Address label stickers and a black and white picture of a depressed looking duck.
Don't worry, though. The ducks you donated won't get depressed like this. They've got each other and they won't be separated--temple's good about keeping matching sets together. Just look at Billy, Azira, and Dusty, donated by @docdust.
Oh yeah, one more thing. Almost forgot. Have an ox rib (platonic)
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Stars by the Pocketful
Tobirama Senju x Kagami Uchiha oneshot
Word count: ~10k
Rating: Explicit (contains smut)
Tags: Canon-compliant, Founding-era, Major Character Death, Angst, Hurt-Comfort, Mutual Pining
Synopsis: The story of how Kagami Uchiha and Tobirama Senju fell in love and had a son (Shisui’s future father) together with the help of a new jutsu. This oneshot fills in the blanks of the founding-era and follows canon events.
A/N: this took me like…14 hours. Two days on a road trip, this is all I did in the car literally. This is a masterpiece. Prepare for the best TobiKaga fic you have ever read.
(begins below cut)
Kagami thinks that Tobirama is by far the most talented shinobi on Earth. Even more so than the first Hokage, his brother Hashirama. Tobirama possesses not only incredible taijutsu and ninjutsu prowess, but a mind as sharp as a master-crafted blade. He hears so many great things about him from Hiruzen and Danzo, and even some from Homura, and from what he’s seen of him himself, no one matches Tobirama’s caliber.
He knows that as an Uchiha, he is gifted with natural talent. However, he also is aware that one can always improve and expand no matter what. And the village he was born into is young but it’s home and his heart is sore whenever he thinks about his determination to protect it.
So, he resolves to be trained by Tobirama.
He sees his opening when Hiruzen, Danzo, and Homura start getting sent on missions without Tobirama. He himself is already a Chunin, but he wants to be close to the Hokage’s brother, so he approaches him one day when he finds him at the training ground.
“Master Tobirama,” He greets with a bright smile and bow.
“Kagami, hello,” greets the silver-haired man, taking a drink from his flask. “Early-morning training?”
“Yes. I also came to ask a favor of you, very humbly.”
Tobirama quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Please, sir, I would like to become your disciple. Please train me.”
The older man hums, folding his arms across his chest. “Why? You are already an exceptional shinobi, and on top of that, wield the formidable Sharingan prowess. What would I have to teach you?”
“I possess an unwavering desire to protect Konoha,” He elaborates, “and to do this, I believe that I should master any and everything that I can to help me be powerful enough. You are a great sensory ninja, and you have taijutsu techniques unfamiliar to my own. You also have Water-style I believe I can learn. I also desire to sharpen my mind and become smarter under your guidance.”
Tobirama gives him a thoughtful frown. Kagami flushes slightly under the scrutiny, only relaxing when the older man hums.
“All right, then. I must be honest, Kagami, I am still weary of the Uchiha, but your determination and passion is admirable. I won’t go easy on you. Do you accept?”
Warmth blooms inside of Kagami’s chest as he beams. It even puts a faint smile on Tobirama’s face. “Yes, sir! Thank you! I will work very hard and continue to push myself under your guidance.”
He bows, and Tobirama nods to himself. “Very well. Have you any obligations for the day?”
“No sir, I do not.”
“Then we will begin at once.”
“Yes sir!”
For the next seven years, Kagami and Tobirama become somewhat of a package deal. As the village grows, so do Tobirama’s responsibilities as the Hokage’s right-hand, so Kagami takes on part of his work to lessen his load. When they aren’t doing administrative work, they train together. Tobirama passes all of his sensory, taijutsu, and Water-style techniques to Kagami, who devours the knowledge and makes it his own. Being around Tobirama allows him to see how his mind works, some of his intellect rubbing off on him as well.
The village is flourishing until Hashirama falls ill due to overuse of his mitotic cell regeneration, and when he succumbs to the weakness of his body, their daily routine of train-work-train comes to an abrupt halt.
Tobirama falls into a high-functioning depression wherein he dutifully becomes the second Hokage, per his brother’s dying wish, but operates on auto-pilot. Kagami decides that as his responsible kouhai, now a twenty year-old special Jounin and a member of his personal guard, he will take care of him and function where he can’t.
So, he ends up staying with him in his home. For lack of a better term, he works much like a traditional housewife—he keeps the house clean, cooks, and makes sure Tobirama is taken care of. The man is silent most of the days, only speaking to thank Kagami for making his meal, or for doing the laundry, or for completing paperwork he didn’t get to.
About two months after Hashirama’s passing, Mito has their last son she had been pregnant with before he died, and Tobirama and Kagami go for a visit. The boy looks so much like his father that when they get back home, it all hits Tobirama, who’d been compartmentalizing his feelings, and he has a breakdown.
He cries and cries and cries, lamenting the loss of Hashirama, the hole he left in Konoha, the pressure of having to fill that void and be better, to carry on, and Kagami is there for him.
They sit on his couch as he sobs, Kagami supplying handkerchiefs silently as Tobirama lets it out. It breaks Kagami’s heart to see him like this, but knows that finally releasing his bottled up feelings will be good in the long run. He pats Tobirama’s shoulder and remains by his side the entire night.
The next day, neither mention it, and Kagami makes him breakfast as usual, only Tobirama helps him clean up this time.
After that, he starts to live again. He shares Kagami’s household duties, works harder and late into the night as Hokage, and starts bettering the village as he had been doing before.
A year later, the council of clan leaders begin pressuring Tobirama to marry. There are a few clans that want allyship with the Leaf, and marrying into one of them would do the trick.
So he courts a woman from the Hatake clan. She’s disinterested and aloof, never paying attention whenever Tobirama tries to establish conversation. Kagami witnesses this a few times and feels annoyance prickle at his chest whenever he sees her.
Master Tobirama always has such interesting things to say. If it were me, I’d listen with undivided attention. I’d ask questions. I’d care. Who does she think she is?
One night over dinner, when it’s just the two of them at Tobirama’s house, the Hokage sighs.
“Kagami, be honest with me,” he begins, “What do you think of the Hatake? Should I take her as my wife?”
The Uchiha is surprised. He places his chopsticks down and scratches his head. “Well, Master, I want to hear your thoughts on the matter.”
Tobirama frowns. “The woman has the personality of a boulder.”
Kagami can’t help but snort, and Tobirama finally cracks a smile.
“I was afraid to say it, sir, but I am not fond of her either.”
“No? Why is that?”
Kagami gets a strange nervousness in his stomach, heart rate picking up. He suppresses it. “I just believe you deserve better, Master.”
Tobirama considers him, a glint in his eye that looks akin to amusement.
“I see. I will kindly decline the offer for her hand, then,” Tobirama decides. Instantly, a weight lifts off of his shoulders.
“I support your decision, Master.”
Tobirama smiles. “Call me Tobirama, Kagami. You’ve long surpassed being my student. You and I are equals.”
Pride and bashfulness swell inside of Kagami, and he blushes rosily. “O-oh, thank you…Tobirama.”
The older man nods approvingly, and with that, they continue dinner.
After that, Tobirama courts a woman from the Aburame. She’s even weirder than the Hatake—vague and condescending. If the Hatake was a boulder, she’s a wall of steel.
One morning, while she’s visiting with Tobirama at a tea shop and Kagami is along as an unofficial chaperone, he finds a beetle in his tea.
He jumps and alerts Tobirama, who grimaces and plucks the insect from the cup with his chopsticks.
“They get out of hand sometimes,” the Aburame says in a cool, unbothered tone. “Surely as an Uchiha you wouldn’t let such a simple occurrence take you by surprise.”
Tobirama frowns at her as if he himself had been insulted. “We are in a tea shop away from battle, and you are courting me. He has no reason to look out for attacks from you. Am I to take this as a threat from the Aburame, then?”
She turns her nose up. “No. I was just testing your guard. Do not take it as a slight.”
“Kagami is my most trusted man. Do not undermine my decision to constantly entrust my very livelihood to him—he is very capable and to slight him is to slight me.”
Kagami’s heart squeezes warmly in his ribcage, and his veins feel tingly all over. Her eyebrows furrow.
“Very well. I do not believe this courtship will work out.”
“I agree. However, the Aburame are a very formidable clan and as the Hokage, I am still inclined to make a pact with it to strengthen Konoha as well as share our resources with it. If you are willing, we can still make an allyship agreement.”
“Fine by me.”
And when she leaves, Kagami turns to Tobirama, cheeks dusted pink.
“You didn’t have to do that for me.”
“I did not like the woman. She undermined you, and you’ve defended my honor for years now. I would be a lesser man if I did not return the favor.”
Kagami’s eyes shine. His pulse quickens, and as he gazes upon Tobirama’s face, taking in the moonlight-esque shine of his silver hair, the striking fire-opal embers of his eyes, matching the marks on his face, his strong, majestic bone-structure.
He’s…magnificent.
His blood-pressure drops.
Do I…have feelings for him?
“You are worthy of unwavering defense, Kagami.”
Did my name always sound so good in his voice?
Did his lips always look so soft? Did he always smell this good? Like pine and lavender?
“Kagami?”
He’s snapped from his musings. “O-oh, forgive me. Thank you. I will try hard to continue to be worthy.”
Tobirama gives him a smile, patting his shoulder.
His arm feels hot where the older man was touching.
***
The next and last courtship is Kagami’s breaking point.
A Yamanaka woman. She is absolutely inserted in Tobirama’s business to the point where she suffocates him. Clingy, fast, and overly jealous, Kagami finds himself cursing her internally whenever she’s around.
“Does he have to be around all the time?” She asks Tobirama when they’re in his living room, having evening tea, looking at Kagami with disdain.
“He is my guard, so yes,” replies Tobirama dryly. Kagami can tell from the look on his face that he has a killer migraine. A common occurrence around this insufferable woman.
“But I want to be alone with you, Tobira,” she cooes, touching his bicep and leaning into him. The obvious bedroom eyes she’s giving him has bile rising in Kagami’s throat. Tobira? What an awful nickname.
“We are merely in a courtship, so that is not necessary.”
“But I want to get to know you better,” desire drips from her tone. Kagami feels his eyes burning with the threat of Sharingan activation.
That strong emotional response is enough to confirm that he does indeed have feelings for Tobirama.
Damn it all to hell, he curses internally.
“If you are implying any sort of physical intimacy, I’m afraid that isn’t part of a courtship agreement. Such impropriety is not necessary.”
Impropriety. Sage, if he only knew my improper feelings. He’d strip me of my titles.
She huffs. “You are the most boring man I’ve ever met. Aren’t you all supposed to just want to get in bed with a woman? I’m offering myself to you, how dare you reject me?”
“I believe that intimacy is to be shared only when a deep emotional bond has been forged between both parties. We have no such bond.”
The woman scoffs, standing up. “Well you haven’t given me much to work with! The only one you seem to have let in is this infuriating Uchiha who’s attached to you at the hip! Why don’t you just fuck him?!”
Kagami’s heart jumps in his chest not unlike a Lightning-style attack, Tobirama’s frown deepening.
“Lady Yamanaka, I don’t believe our courtship will work. I regard the Yamanaka to the highest degree, and would like to align amicably regardless of our failed courtship to ensure that your clan will continue to thrive.”
She scowls. “Any further conversations will have to be discussed with my uncle.”
With that, she stands and makes quick work of leaving through the front door, slamming it behind herself.
Tobirama remains still for a moment before letting out a sigh.
“She was the worst one yet.”
Kagami nods in agreement. “How can you tolerate any more of this?”
“I won’t. I’m not cut out for this, not like my brother was. His marriage to Mito was successful in integrating the Uzumaki, but I am not him, and I will find alternative ways to induct the clans to the village.”
The Uchiha’s blood sings hopefully. “You won’t marry?”
“No. I am devoted to the village,” Tobirama states, “Besides, until you find a partner, I have you by my side. That is more than enough.”
Oh, Sage, what is he saying? Despite being in a sitting position currently, Kagami’s knees feel weak.
“I don’t plan on marrying any time soon. I’m content with this as well.”
He surprises himself with how level he sounds.
Tobirama smiles with a chuckle. “Then we’ll remain companions and that will suffice.”
Companions. The two of us.
Kagami grins and nods, insides completely melting.
Great Sage, I am doomed to love this man.
The next few months are spent with the two companions growing even closer. The Yamanaka incident somehow made them bond even more, and Tobirama has loosened up considerably around Kagami.
The Uchiha notices it when he is hard at work assigning missions on paper one morning when Tobirama pokes his arm with the end of his brush.
Kagami raises his head. “Yes?”
Tobirama grins, teeth and all. It grips Kagami by the heart tightly.
“Just felt like it.”
I could die contently right now looking at his happy face.
He just laughs and pokes the older man back with his own brush.
Tobirama’s smile grows, and merciful Sage, it’s crooked, the left side higher than the right, it’s beautiful.
“I’ve never seen you smile like that,” is what he says, and then immediately regrets it. Why would I point that out? Tobirama will be self-conscious, I’m an idiot—
“Huh,” muses the Hokage, shrugging. “I am at ease around you, Kagami. I suppose it’s quite easy to smile around you.”
Kagami feels close to death in the most blissful way possible. He could choke on the influx of endorphins that flood his system.
“I feel the same.”
It feels sort of like a quarter of a confession.
He doesn’t dare push it. He knows they can’t be together. Two men in a relationship would never be accepted, especially not in the Uchiha. He can’t afford to let himself daydream about an impossible illusion.
***
It’s during the trip home from the Five-Kage Summit that they are ambushed by Hidden Waterfall ninja.
Immediately they are recognized as the same village that tried to kill Hashirama, and though prowess is outmatched in the Leaf’s favor, the Waterfall outnumber them, and protecting Tobirama from an attack, Kagami is wounded deeply in the chest.
“Kagami!”
He falls to the ground and Tobirama catches him before he can hit it, cradling him on his knees.
The Uchiha coughs forcefully, blood filling his mouth. He can’t breathe.
“Kagami,” Tobirama’s voice is full of remorse, grave and desperate. “Your lung, i-it’s…”
“Forget…me…” Kagami manages, pain so great he’s almost numb. “P-protect…them…”
Tobirama looks up, watching Hiruzen use his summons to fill in for his absence in the fight. Koharu detonates three paper bombs, taking out groups of the enemy. No one is near them.
“They’re fine,” Tobirama shakes his head, looking back down at Kagami. He’s deathly pale, his crimson life force contrasting morbidly with his skin. “Oh, Kagami, I’m so sorry.”
“My job…i-is to pro-protect you,” Kagami rasps, “I’m honored to…to die fulfilling…m-my duty.”
Tobirama’s throat tightens up and he’s shocked when a droplet hits Kagami’s reddened cheek.
He’s crying.
Once he realizes, the floodgates open and he starts sobbing.
“Kagami, don’t, don’t do this to me,” He begs, “Please, you…you’re all I have.”
Kagami reaches up weakly, soft hand finding Tobirama’s face. There’s so much he wants to say, and yet he feels dizzy, far away, like he’s being pulled somewhere very distant.
“Tobirama,” is all he says instead, gently and tenderly, and he manages a sincere smile, one he musters all of his love and affection into in the hopes that the man understands what he can’t tell him. He’s a dead man—it doesn’t matter anymore.
“Kagami,” Tobirama sobs, covering his hand with his own. The Uchiha’s big, black eyes hold his, and he watches the light fade from them. “No, nonono, no, Kagami please!”
The hand in his goes limp, and those eyes hollow out like cool glass.
He’s gone.
Tobirama feels the panic set in from the back of his head, like a pin prick. It causes his vision to short-out, entire body going numb, and he suddenly has no idea where he is or what is going on.
“Master Tobirama!”
“Kagami, he’s—” he chokes. He can’t. He doesn’t know what he was trying to do but whatever it is that he was doing he simply just cannot anymore.
“Master!”
He blacks out.
***
When he comes to, he’s leaning against a tree, sitting down. Hiruzen is force-feeding him water.
He blinks rapidly, consciousness seeping back. He coughs, sputtering as he rejects the water.
“Master!” Hiruzen exclaims, pulling the flask away and patting Tobirama’s back. “Are you all right?”
It all comes rushing back. The ambush. The battle. Kagami jumping in front of him to block the attack, getting stabbed in the chest, falling, dying—
“What of Kagami?” He asks urgently, looking around. Danzo and Homura stand watch, and on the tree next to him leans Kagami, unconscious but cleaned up to the point where there’s only faint remnants of blood on his face. Above him is Koharu, working hard with the Mystical Palm technique she learned from Hashirama to heal his wound.
Tobirama lurches up, crawling over to Kagami despite Hirzuen protesting to take it easy.
“How is he? Is he breathing?” Asks the Senju.
“He’s weak but he’s stable,” she answers, “I’m trying to heal him to the point where we can return for proper treatment—Lady Mito will need to see him. His lung was punctured through and he has two fractured ribs. I had to forcefully expel the blood from his lungs, throat, and mouth so he wouldn’t suffocate.”
Tobirama’s eyes become glossy once more. “So he’s…he’s alive, then?”
“Yes, Master, he is alive. I will save him, and we will return home as a complete unit.”
Tobirama doesn’t remember a time when he felt this happy.
Kagami is alive.
He will continue by Tobirama’s side.
Tobirama will get to experience his smile, his laughter, his jokes, his warmth again. Kagami has not been taken from him, thank the great Sage.
The green glow from Koharu’s palms dissipates, and she sits back, wiping her brow.
“All right. He’s stable enough to take home.”
Tobirama gets to his feet instantly, remembering himself now that a dire situation as been avoided. “Thank you, Koharu. Well done to the rest of you as well. I trust the enemy is dealt with?”
“Yes sir,” Homura answers. “I’ve sealed one in a scroll for questioning.”
“Excellent. How far from Konoha are we?”
“Half a day’s journey?”
I should get Kagami back immediately.
“We return at once. I will use my Flying Raijin to get Kagami to treatment. I trust you all can return home safely.”
“Yes sir, you can count on us.”
Tobirama gingerly scoops Kagami in his arms, leaning his cheek against his chest. He’s light, and still warm. His chakra signature is still very present—he’s fighting to stay. His heart beats harder.
“Hiruzen, take the lead home.”
“Yes, sir.”
They move out, and as they all take off before Tobirama, he gives into his instinct and leans down, pressing a kiss to the Uchiha’s forehead.
“I won’t let you leave me, Kagami.”
He flickers out of the clearing immediately.
***
Kagami is out of immediate danger within a few hours under Mito’s care.
As soon as the Uchiha is left alone in his room, Tobirama enters and pulls up a chair at his bedside, letting his eyes roam upon his frame.
His shirt had been cut off, stitches applied to his skin and covered with a heavy layer of bandages. They wrap around his chest and shoulder, and he sleeps deeply, having been put under strong sedatives.
He looks so frail and gentle, and Tobirama reaches out, taking his hand in his. Much smaller in his large, calloused palm.
He feels sparks when they touch and it’s enough to break his final wall down—he drops the act with himself.
I’m in love with him, Tobirama finally admits. His shoulders slump and he sighs deeply, letting his reverent eyes stay brushing over Kagami’s frame.
He doesn’t know when it began. Maybe when Kagami let him cry and comforted him without being overbearing, maybe one of the times he made him dinner, maybe when they agreed to be companions—somehow, the young Uchiha managed to steal his rigid heart completely.
He can’t imagine his life without Kagami. He cannot even bring himself to entertain the thought. To take him is to take his very reason to breathe.
Tobirama had almost lost him for good today, and if there’s one thing he’s learned about loss, it’s that it’s better to have no regrets when facing it.
He knows things will be hard. They’re both men. They’re from historically opposing clans. He’s fourteen years Kagami’s senior, and he was his mentor for years. By all accounts, to begin a relationship with Kagami is to defy common sense and logic.
But he almost lost Kagami today without even trying.
Tobirama won’t allow that to happen again.
So, a few hours after his team had arrived and been sent home to rest, Tobirama himself not having moved from Kagami’s side, the Uchiha wakes up.
And Tobirama confesses.
“Kagami,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch his face. “How do you feel?”
“Alive,” croaks the Uchiha beneath his breathing tube. “Sore and tired. Are you all right?”
Tobirama chuckles fondly, unbelievably enamored with the man before him.
How easy it feels now that he understands just how far he’s fallen for the Uchiha.
“You were on the brink of the Pure Lands and you ask me if I’m all right?”
“I protect you. That’s my top concern.”
Just raw honesty. Tobirama’s heart is soaring.
“I am only all right because you are,” the Hokage tells him. “Kagami, I realized when I almost lost you today how important you are to me. I know it isn’t right, and it isn’t smart, but I’ve fallen for you. And I needed to tell you that before it’s too late, like it could have been today.”
The Uchiha’s eyes widen. “W-what? You…you feel the same way I do?”
Tobirama squeezes his hand. “Kagami, I am in love with you.”
A deep rosy flush colors Kagami’s cheeks, and he takes a shaky breath. “Tobirama, I…yes, I, I am in love with you.”
The dam bursts, a deluge of emotions swarming the two of them.
Tobirama stands and leans over Kagami in the next instance, wasting no time and claiming his lips for the very first time.
The relief that washes over Kagami is stronger than any medicine.
***
Kagami is discharged from the hospital two days later with an order for bed rest for the next week. Tobirama sets him up in his own bedroom, insisting his bed is comfier.
The first night they sleep beside each other, they have a long talk.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” Tobirama says softly, their chests to the ceiling side-by-side. “Our clans don’t get along, and we are both men. We cannot have an official courtship.”
“I understand,” Kagami replies, “It won’t be much different from how we are now. Outside of this house, we are the same as we’ve always been. Inside, however, we can show affection. We can touch, we can kiss, we can…well, whatever else we may get up to.”
Tobirama turns to him and flashes him an amused smile. “Are you already thinking along those lines?”
“Sorry,” Kagami flushes, “We don’t ever have to if you don’t want.”
The Hokage moves a hand to cover Kagami’s, lacing their fingers together. Their eyes meet.
“Did I not say that intimacy is to be shared between two people with a deep emotional bond?”
The Uchiha feels his heart beat faster. “You did say that.”
“And did we not profess our love for each other the other day?”
“We did.”
Tobirama grins, turning on his side to face Kagami. He uses his free hand to run the tips of his fingers up the inside of his arm, then down again as sensually as possible. It makes the Uchiha’s heart flutter.
“Then intimacy is definitely in our future.”
Kagami takes a slow breath, attempting to reel himself back in.
“You haven’t done much to me, but I can already tell you have far more experience than I.”
Tobirama hums. “Not sure about far more, I’m not exactly promiscuous. I’m sure we’re about even.”
The Uchiha looks down. “I’ve never been intimate before.”
There’s a slight surprise for Tobirama. “Not at all?”
“At all.”
He blinks. “Hmm. I suppose you were always by my side. It makes sense. No matter, I’ve had three lovers in total.”
Kagami raises his brows. “Three?”
“Yes. The first was once when I was seventeen, I wanted to experiment. She was a woman, and I hadn’t really thought it was special. I never saw her again. Then, the second was a man from the Hagoromo clan. We saw each other a few times, and through him I learned my preferences laid with men. My most previous was before Konoha became a village—he was Izuna.”
Kagami’s eyes widen. “Uchiha? Madara’s brother?”
“Yes. We were enemies yet sought each other out to blow off steam a few times. It was complicated.”
“You killed him, didn’t you?”
Tobirama frowns, remorse painting his features. “Yes. It was adrenaline. I have regrets about that day.”
“Did you…love him?” Kagami’s voice is gentle, without judgment.
“I’m not sure. I don’t think so. Maybe it was akin to love, but I did hurt him in the end. I would never do that to you. Never even think of it—I’d take my own life instead,” Tobirama tells him firmly. He moves closer to him, cupping his face. He holds his eyes with his own, fiery pools of auburn staring into obsidian. “One thing that is certain, is that I indisputably love you, Kagami.”
For the millionth time that day, the Uchiha’s face blooms a pretty red. “I love you too, Tobi.”
The nickname just slips out of his mouth, and it makes his cheeks hotter.
“Oh, Sage,” breathes the Senju, his thumb moving to pad over Kagami’s lower lip. His eyes flit to it. “Call me that again.”
The way he says it makes Kagami feel needed, wanted, desired. A surge of confidence hits him.
“My Tobi.”
The Hokage doesn’t hesitate a second longer to press their lips together, slipping his tongue inside of Kagami’s pliant mouth, initiating a desire-ridden make out session that lasts until Kagami needs air.
Whilst the younger man is taking in careful breaths, Tobirama rubs their noses together tenderly in a butterfly kiss, looking into his eyes.
“My dear Uchiha,” He murmurs sweetly, as if addressing a precious gem by name. Kagami’s eyelids flutter closed, reveling in the affection. “My Kagami.”
The man in question wraps his arms around Tobirama’s neck, playing with the silver hair on his nape.
As he feels Tobirama stamp a gentle kiss to his jaw, he knows with certainty that he’s absolutely gone.
***
Kagami is healed up a month later, and only then one night after a spar does Tobirama finally feel that he’s ready for intimacy.
They start off slow, laying on his bed beneath the covers in their night clothes. It isn’t long before their pace increases, urgency fortified, and all articles of clothing are shed and tossed to the floor in between ravenous kisses.
Kagami ends up underneath Tobirama, his legs spread as the Senju pleasures him using his mouth.
As Tobirama had expected, Kagami turns out to be rather vocal in bed. He can’t stop moaning, mewling high in his throat at every stroke of Tobirama’s tongue over a sensitive vein, gasping with each suck, eyes shut tight as he’s completely beside himself.
While he’s sucking him off, Tobirama uses a lubricant produced by one of his self-derived jutsus to open the Uchiha up, prodding his finger inside of Kagami’s tight walls until he can fit in two, and then three.
He pushes against his prostate at the same time he suckles on his tip, causing the younger man to cry out.
“Tobirama!”
He feels the twitch in Kagami’s thighs and pulls away to coat his own throbbing cock with the lubricant, lining up with the younger’s entrance.
“Are you ready?” He asks, and Kagami, half delirious already, flushed, hair messy on the pillow nods.
“Yes, please…”
Just like that, Tobirama sheathes himself inside of Kagami, forever solidifying the two of them as lovers.
“Oh!” Kagami gasps, spreading his legs wider. Tobirama is big, and he can feel all of the details of his intimacy inside of him. It makes his heart pound.
“Kagami,” breathes Tobirama, suddenly in his own very specific version of the Pure Lands on Earth, and the Uchiha never wants to forget the way his name left his lover’s mouth right then.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to. Because it turns out, contrary to his expectations, Tobirama is even more vocal than he is.
But he doesn’t make indiscriminate noises.
The only thing that tumbles from his lips is Kagami’s name, in wanton abandon, a tone Kagami has never heard before but makes his core sing with heat.
“Kagami,” Tobirama groans as he picks up the pace, their skin slapping loudly, echoing around the bedroom. Kagami bites his lip, nails digging into his lover’s biceps as he allows him inside repeatedly, feeling loved to his very core.
“Kagami,” Tobirama hisses as the Uchiha clenches around him when he hits his prostate with the tip of his cock, biting his own lip, eyebrows drawing up. Again, “K-Kagami, love.”
“Ah,” is Kagami’s incoherent response, “Tobi, Master…”
Tobirama’s soul short-circuits.
Hormones rush through his body. Carnal desire takes over, and for once, he lets control go. Their hips meet in harsh smacks, the bed rocking considerably.
“Kagami,” he moans in worship, as if delivered from the evil of the world, from all pain, cleansed of sin, “Kagami…”
“Tobirama!” Exclaims Kagami. “Ah! Ah!”
The Hokage grabs Kagami’s hand and kisses his knuckles fervently, fucking into him faster, chasing their highs as the coils wind tighter and tighter.
“Love you,” insists Tobirama, in prayer, “Kagami, love you.”
“Love you,” replies Kagami in his state of delirium, hardly able to believe the amount of pleasure Tobirama is giving him right now.
His middle and ring fingers somehow end up inside of the Senju’s mouth and Tobirama greedily sucks, tongue laving over the small digits. Kagami’s eyes roll to the back of his head and that does it, cum spilling all over his stomach untouched, Tobirama’s name on his lips in rapture.
Tobirama’s hips stutter and he fills the Uchiha up with his release, marking him on the inside, showering his face with kisses. He wants to devour his beautiful lover whole. He licks up the droplets of sweat from his neck, sucks marks into his collarbones, and ravishes the air from his lungs.
He is obsessed in the best way possible.
It’s from that moment on that he and Kagami can barely keep their hands off of each other behind closed doors.
Within the next year, the two live their lives as blissful secret lovers.
Kagami takes on his first team of Genin comprised of a Senju, an Uchiha, and a Yūhi. The Senju boy is hot-blooded much like Hashirama, the Uchiha girl stubborn yet very caring, and the Yūhi girl, whom is the best friend of the Uchiha, is quiet and polite. He trains them in sensory skills first and foremost, helping the Uchiha and Yūhi in their genjutsu prowess while the Senju spars in taijutsu with him.
They all form a very close bond as a team, and whenever Tobirama has time, he watches their training with fond eyes.
He notices the softness in Kagami’s gaze whenever one of the children calls him ‘sensei’, watches him pat them on the heads tenderly after each session, observes his Uchiha lover getting them treats and spoiling them rotten.
It clicks for him when the two of them visit Hiruzen and his new wife, Biwako at their home after they welcome their first child.
The baby boy is nestled comfortably in Kagami’s arms, and it’s then and there, Tobirama taking in the sight of his lover fawning over the baby, that he understands just how good of a parent he would be.
In fact, as Biwako helps Kagami feed the baby with a bottle, he realizes Kagami should be a parent.
Biology would constitute that the two of them cannot both conceive the same child, but Tobirama is a master of inventing powerful jutsu, Kagami is his beloved, and he vows to himself to figure out a way to make it happen.
He pours over scrolls from every clan he can get ahold of that has medical prowess. The Nara, the Uzumaki, the Senju, the Uchiha, the Yamanaka even for herbs—he devotes all of his free time to the creation of this new jutsu.
Kagami is not new to how Tobirama gets when he is working on a new jutsu, so he thinks nothing of his hermit-like behavior. He simply keeps him up later into the night if he feels particularly needy.
After three months, Tobirama’s jutsu is created. He names it the Henkei Seal, as it’s a formula that when cast, seals the desired anatomy inside of the receiver until released. For the particular modification, it requires both the receiver and castor’s blood to summon the new parts. A prick on a finger of each person will do. At its core, it is a combination of summoning, medical, transformation, and sealing jutsu.
He writes it all down in a scroll and presents it to Kagami over dinner.
The Uchiha reads it over carefully, having not been told the details beforehand. Once he finishes, he rolls the paper up and sets it down wordlessly, unnerving Tobirama.
Did I read him wrong? Does he think it’s a bad idea? Maybe it’s dangerous and I overlooked—
“Tobi,” Kagami begins in a soft voice, reaching across to cover his hands with his. He wears a tender smile. “You derived an entirely new, very complex jutsu as your way of telling me that you want a baby?”
The Senju feels his cheeks flush, a rare occurrence. He nods, squeezing his lover’s hands.
Kagami grins brightly. “Oh, dear, yes, I love the idea! So one of us will have a womb sealed inside of us, yes? Can it be me? I want to mother your child!”
He glows with excitement. Tobirama is melting.
“Yes, my love, absolutely. I will father your child.”
The Uchiha clasps his own hands together and stands up, darting around the table and grabbing his lover’s wrist, dragging him to his feet.
“Come on, let’s start right away!”
Tobirama blinks in surprise, almost tripping over his feet to keep up with the overzealous Uchiha.
“R-right now? We haven’t even cleared the table!”
“Clean later, put a baby in me now!”
It shuts Tobirama right up.
The lovers wind up tangled in the sheets of their bed, devoid of clothing, Kagami shuddering in pleasure as Tobirama strokes him with one hand, writing the formula on his womb with the other.
The Senju expertly writes the necessary seal, forming a ‘T’ shape over Kagami’s abdomen where a womb is to go. In the center is a circle of his skin, and he takes Kagami’s left hand, kissing his palm after petting his brush and ink aside on the nightstand.
“I will need your blood now, love,” he says, “May I?”
Kagami nods, completely relaxed and trusting. “Do it, Tobi.”
The Senju presses a peck to the pad of Kagami’s thumb before biting down with his canine, drawing blood. The Uchiha just breathes out a little more forcefully, letting his lover dot the liquid into the center of the circle.
He then takes his free hand against the younger’s and a green glow emanates from it, healing Kagami’s cut with ease.
“When did you learn medical ninjutsu?” Asks Kagami, surprised.
“After I almost lost you,” replies Tobirama. “So that I may tend to you right away if anything goes wrong in the future.”
The Uchiha’s heart seizes up warmly. “Sage, Tobi, I really love you.”
The Senju smiles. “I feel the same for you.”
He then bites his own thumb, placing his own droplet in the circle with Kagami’s.
Kagami grabs his hand and suckles his finger into his mouth, cleaning away the extra blood.
“All right, my love, I will complete the jutsu now. It will feel very warm for a moment, ticklish even, while the womb binds to your cells.”
The Uchiha nods, letting his finger go.
“Do as you will, Tobi. You know I trust you.”
Tobirama focuses his chakra, forming signs and pressing his palms to Kagami’s abdomen, and concentrating deeply.
“Henkei Seal.”
His hands glow green, activating the seal. Kagami draws in a slow breath, heat coming from his lower belly. He then feels it grow, a strange bubbling sensation beneath his flesh, little muscle tugs and tiny pinches as his lover casts the seal.
Kagami smiles at Tobirama as he works, feeling the area cooling as the jutsu completes.
Tobirama releases his hands and looks upon Kagami’s abdomen, looking slightly fuller than before, the mark intact on his skin sans the blood they had used.
“There,” he says, “it’s cast. You have a womb now, Kagami.”
The Uchiha beams. “My lover is the smartest man alive.”
Tobirama just leans over him, kissing his lips passionately.
It isn’t long before, to their discovery, Kagami is producing his own lubricant, and it makes the following intercourse smoother and more intense for the Uchiha.
“I-it’s like I can feel every ridge of you,” Kagami pants, “Everywhere you’re touching—mmh—feels so good, Tobi…”
Tobirama dutifully fucks him harder, wanting Kagami to feel as amazing as possible.
When the Uchiha starts quivering around his member, Tobirama loses composure and starts moaning his name excessively, grabbing Kagami’s thighs, pushing them back, and driving in deeper. Like this, he prods at the beginning of his new womb, and it drives Kagami crazy.
The Uchiha reaches orgasm first, throbbing around Tobirama, who instantly releases his seed into his wet heat, more aroused than he thinks he’s ever been.
They end up going two more rounds, and the dinner they abandoned is cleared up the next morning.
Three months of constant coupling is what it takes to get Kagami pregnant. They christen every space in the house, even the Hokage’s office once late at night.
Kagami shows symptoms and after a visit to Mito, who is the first person they trust with the information of their plan, he is confirmed to be with child.
Tobirama instantly feels the need to keep Kagami far away from any potential threat.
He gives Kagami administrative work only, helping to cook meals, making sure he’s comfortable as he can be.
When Kagami starts to show, they make the decision to reveal their truth to their clans.
The Uchiha and Senju elders are upset, but Mito as Hashirama’s widow is able to soften the blow considerably. She argues that their main opposition for their relationship stems from the usual infertility of a male and male pair, and since that obstacle has been overcome and their coupling is fruitful, there is no reason to oppose it.
The younger generation is supportive of it. They praise the pregnancy, for in their minds it’s proof of the strong alliance between the Uchiha and Senju, and even claim that the child born from the blood of such formidable families will have exceptional prowess.
As such, the baby is accepted, and the news of their relationship spreads throughout the village quickly. Soon, everyone knows that Tobirama Senju, the second Hokage, is having a child with Kagami Uchiha, one of the strongest members of the clan alive.
Of course, it will put a target on Kagami’s back. So Tobirama triples security, and creates a faction higher than Jounin specializing in black ops and espionage designated the ANBU. He assigns his most talented ANBU to guard Kagami with their lives, having him watched twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Of course, he doesn’t leave Kagami’s side often since the Uchiha is his assistant, but Tobirama is thorough and never takes chances.
The clan elders insist that a formal marriage takes place between Tobirama and Kagami, and for once, Tobirama agrees. He would love nothing more than to marry the love of his life.
So, they hold a ceremony when Kagami is just under three months along. The Uchiha is easily the most beautiful person Tobirama has ever seen in his life as they join together as official spouses, and he is made the happiest man alive.
When Kagami is five months pregnant, the first attack to start the Shinobi World War is waged by Kumo trying to forcefully take resources from Konoha.
To protect Konoha, Tobirama sets out with his platoon to fight, leaving Kagami in Konoha alone.
He is gone for two months on the front lines, and when that first battle is won, returns home to a seven months pregnant Kagami. Their embrace lasts all night long.
“I never want to be separated from you again,” Kagami tells him after they’ve made love in attempt to make up for lost time. “If I lose you I lose my world.”
Tobirama cups his husband’s face, slightly fuller and glowing with the pregnancy.
“I am sorry to be the cause of your strife,” Tobirama murmurs gently. He admires the beauty of the Uchiha. “But my love, I am not your entire world. I share that honor with our precious child. So if anything ever happens to me, you must live for them.”
Kagami frowns deeply, his eyes filling with tears. He doesn’t remember ever being this emotional but he’s been away from battle for so long now and the hormones are making him sensitive. He can’t bear the thought of Tobirama dying. It’s unthinkable.
Seeing that his words have caused Kagami’s upset, Tobirama changes the subject.
“I won’t speak of it. I’m here now, I’m home and safe with you. Do not fret, my beloved.”
He places his hand on Kagami’s bulging belly, leaning forward to give him a butterfly kiss.
“I am here. I will not leave again without you. How is that?”
The Uchiha finally relents and nods, touching Tobirama’s face.
“We’re inseparable. Like magnets. You move, I move. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you, Kagami.”
His husband kisses him deeply then, ending the conversation.
Kagami goes into labor two months later. There are smaller conflicts going on while the war rages, but Tobirama is present and they welcome their son into the world, the baby born with Kagami’s dark, unruly hair and Tobirama’s sharp, vermillion eyes.
Joyous tears in his eyes, Kagami cradles their new baby in his arms as Tobirama undoes the jutsu on his belly. They name their son Kiseki, as he is their miracle undoubtedly, and the Second Hokage is filled with pride.
The following day, Kagami and Tobirama get visitors. Hiruzen and Biwako visit first, followed by Danzo, Homura, Koharu, and the member that has filled in for Kagami’s absence, Torifu. Once all of the visiting is over, he is allowed to return home with Tobirama and Kiseki.
Luckily, the war is far from Konoha and it is leaning in their favor, so the first four months of Kiseki’s life are full of happiness.
Tobirama gets to live a dream he never knew he would have; to father the child of the love of his life and raise that baby together everyday, waking early, feeding Kiseki, changing diapers, washing clothes, making sure Kagami gets his rest and taking night duty when their child wakes up hungry.
Kagami sings to Kiseki when it’s nap or bedtime, much to Tobirama’s enchantment. He sits beside his husband and leans on his shoulder, watching their baby sleep, beyond overjoyed that Kiseki inherited Kagami’s beautiful, droopy eye shape.
The dream unfortunately descends when they recieve word that the Kinkaku and Ginkaku unit of the Cloud is planning an assault on Konoha to kill the Hokage, having already torn through the Leaf army that had been defending the village. Tobirama’s team elected to retreat to get the information to him as soon as possible and regroup.
Having heard of their fearsome abilities, Tobirama resolves to fight once more on the front lines in order to protect the village and people he loves.
Telling Kagami this entraps Tobirama in simmering anguish.
His husband stares at him from beside his desk at the Hokage’s office, Kiseki napping in the bassinet they’d placed in the room so that they’d never be separated.
Anxiety and a deep dread crawls up his throat, eyes burning as his Sharingan threaten to activate. He knows exactly what this means.
The beautiful moments they’ve been sharing with their new son are about to come to an end—maybe only temporarily, or if things go awry…forever.
“Tobirama,” his voice is grave and the Second Hokage laments hearing its contours in anything but happiness.
He wants to tell him to stay, but that isn’t an option. Tobirama is the Hokage, and it’s his duty to protect the village. Everyone else has already been fighting, even Hiruzen, who has a son and another on the way with Biwako. They are both shinobi, and that must come first, even before personal affairs. They understood this when they began as ninja. Falling in love was not part of the plan, and they have no choice but to work around it.
Even still, his heart stings as he looks at the man he loves, his husband and father of his child. He doesn’t want him to go to war—their previous separation almost finished him. They can’t be apart.
“I’m going with you,” Kagami states, “I won’t allow you to separate from me.”
Tobirama’s face is grim. “You are to stay here.”
The Uchiha’s eyes widen. “What? No, Tobirama, I won’t. We fight together.”
“I need you away from conflict, safe with Kiseki.”
Kagami grits his teeth. “I can protect you, Tobi.”
Tobirama stands up abruptly, slamming his palms down on his desk.
“By doing what, jumping in front of me again and getting yourself killed? What good will that do anyone?! You are staying here and that is final.”
At the bang and his raised voice, Kiseki wakes and begins to cry. Kagami glares at his husband.
“I wish I’d known that having your child would cause you to lose all faith in my capabilities as a shinobi,” Kagami states icily, his eyes now red with his ocular prowess. “I am one of the most talented Uchiha there is, and yet you reduce me to a meak childrearing housewife.”
Tobirama scowls. “This has nothing to do with your abilities, I know you are exceptional, but don’t you have any idea what I went through when I had to watch you almost die? Hell on Earth, Kagami. I will not allow you to be hurt again!”
“It’s the same for me, Tobi! I-if you died, I,” Kagami cuts himself off, words catching in his throat. He can’t fathom it. He won’t. And he knows he’s being mostly irrational, but he and Tobirama are a team. They fight together.
Kiseki continues to cry, as if sensing his parents in distress.
The Uchiha moves to their son, picking him up out of the bassinet and starting to comfort him, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks. Tobirama watches them for a moment, his anger starting to fade, replaced by a deep distress.
Of course he doesn’t want to leave his family. He doesn’t want to make Kagami cry, but having him out of harm’s way will make him feel much better.
“When you came back before Kiseki’s birth,” Kagami begins in a resigned voice, grabbing his attention. The baby is now settled again in his arms, and the Sharingan has dissipated. “You told me that you wouldn’t leave without me again. We’re like magnets. You can try all you want to separate us, but if you move, I will move as well.”
Tobirama’s heart constricts. He did say that. They poured their hearts out to each other that night.
He realizes now that he’s been selfish. Leaving Kagami here will calm his own heart, but will torment Kagami’s. He can’t do that to him.
Standing up and making his way over to his husband, he wraps his arms around Kagami’s waist and draws him in, their son gently sandwiched between them.
“You’re right,” he concedes softly. “I’m sorry. I always have the final say except for when it comes to you, and as the mother of my child, that’s the way it should be. I don’t want to exert control over you, and I trust you implicitly, so Kagami, come with me if that is what is truly in your best interest.”
The Uchiha smiles gratefully at his husband. “Thank you, Tobi. Together we will fight and return. We are stronger as a team.”
Due to the urgency of the matter, they resolve to move out the next morning with Tobirama’s escort team.
That night, Kagami lays in bed in just his night pants, Kiseki nestled on his bare chest. Tobirama lays beside him, an arm tracing invisible patterns over his bare skin, bare except for his own sleep trousers.
Kiseki fusses to get more comfortable, and Kagami helps him adjust, the baby turning to face Tobirama. He opens his eyes and looks up at his father, who smiles tenderly.
He then looks up at Kagami, who has activated his Sharingan.
“I want to remember this,” Kagami explains softly, “Every last detail—my sweet little son, and my gorgeous, alluring husband, here with me.”
Tobirama’s mouth turns up at the corners. “Alluring?”
Kagami chuckles fondly, reaching out with his free hand and placing it on Tobirama’s muscular pec.
“You know I find you to be immensely attractive, Tobi. We wouldn’t have made this little one if I didn’t.”
The Senju grins, leaning in and nuzzling a butterfly kiss into Kagami’s nose, who reciprocates instinctively. His heart flutters—somehow this simple gesture is even more intimate than the lustful make out sessions they engage in.
“My love for you is boundless, my dear Kagami. There is no one I respect and cherish more than you,” he strokes over their son’s cheek gingerly with his knuckle. “And this precious boy is living proof of just that.”
Kagami stamps a kiss on Tobirama’s nose, which to his delight, has been passed down to their son.
“My feelings for you are the exact same,” Kagami replies. “This moment right now is my greatest dream, come true.”
Tobirama smiles. “Then I have done well.”
The rest of the night is spent quietly and peacefully.
***
Saying goodbye to Kiseki is the hardest thing that Tobirama has done since losing Hashirama.
The Second Hokage cradles his infant son in his arms for as long as he can, bestowing upon him his special butterfly kiss reserved for the ones he loves most. Kiseki giggles gleefully, touching his father’s face with his tiny hands.
Identical fire opals meet, and Tobirama’s heart feels like it’s filled with rocks.
“I am eternally, unconditionally proud of you, my son,” He murmurs, “Take great care of your mother, for he is precious to me as you are.”
He kisses the baby’s forehead before handing him off to Mito, who looks upon he and Kagami worriedly.
“Please, be careful,” she says, “Return safely.”
“Thank you for caring for our son while we are away,” Tobirama replies. “And for everything.”
She nods, and with that, he and Kagami take their leave to join the rest of the escort team.
***
They’d gotten separated.
Explosions rain down on them in the forest, discombobulating their formation.
Kagami uses his Sharingan to navigate himself and Torifu to their emergency rendezvous point, and soon they are joined by Danzo and Hiruzen.
“You’re alive!” Exclaims Hiruzen.
“Yeah, by some miracle,” is Torifu’s response.
He can feel Tobirama’s chakra signature up ahead, but worrisome is the number of enemy signatures he can sense closing in on them. They are greatly outnumbered. His heart begins to sink in anxiety.
“There are way too many of them. What now, Hiruzen?” The Sarutobi was always the quickest thinker besides Tobirama. Maybe he can come up with something and get them all out of there alive.
“All right then. Let’s go meet up with the Second Hokage,” comes his friend’s response.
Kagami swallows hard. He knows what that means—he’s at a loss. He’s deferring to Tobirama.
Not good at all.
When they approach the meeting point, he is relieved to see not only his husband, but Koharu and Homura as well. Everyone is all right.
Tobirama sees him and allows himself to relax the slightest bit—Kagami is safe. Good.
“Everyone, gather around,” Tobirama orders. “We have no time to waste.”
They all surround him, kneeling and focusing their chakra to keep their presence muted.
Kagami watches Tobirama close his eyes, placing two fingers against the grass to read the enemy’s signatures and pinpoint their locations. He tries his best to calm down—all is not lost yet. There has to be a way out of this. Tobirama can think of something, can’t he?
“We’ve been surrounded,” He relays, “There are…twenty enemies. From their tracking abilities, I’d say they’re Cloud ninja. The highly skilled Kinkaku unit.”
So it is as Kagami feared. Not a mere outer platoon from Kinkaku and Ginkaku’s forces, but the very unit that poses the highest threat.
Everyone here is powerful but against two ninja with Nine Tails’ chakra, and their special unit, they don’t stand a chance. Plus, much of their chakra is spent already.
Sage. They are completely outmatched.
“We’re only seven, including you, Lord Second. We’re outnumbered,” Homura states. Dread begins to fill Kagami’s core.
“Homura, stop being such a coward!” Comes Koharu’s fiery response. “All right, the enemy has not yet pinpointed our exact location. So we should wait and ambush them, then break through to escape.”
Escape to where? The village? Being chased by a specialized tracking unit with tailed beast chakra, hell-bent on attacking the Leaf?
It would be leading them right to their objective. It would result in the destruction of Konoha, where everyone they hold dear lives.
Where Kiseki, innocent and defenseless, waits.
That isn’t feasible.
Kagami gets a sick feeling in his stomach that gives him hot goosebumps, nausea prickling at his throat. He knows what has to happen.
He just hopes that Tobirama will forgive him.
“No, that’s not gonna work,” He speaks up. “The only way it would is if one of us draws their attention and misdirects them.”
Away from the Leaf, away from Kiseki.
“They’ll act as a lure,” Torifu catches on. His face is grim. “It means certain death…so who?”
Tobirama is the Second Hokage. He must live on.
Kagami is just an Uchiha, a shinobi willing to die for the greater good. Their son will have Tobirama to grow up with, so he’ll be in great hands.
He will sacrifice his life for his two beloveds.
He meets his husband’s eyes, the Senju already knowing exactly what he’s thinking. Tobirama gives him a sharp, warning, vehemently opposing glare.
Don’t you dare speak a word, his eyes say, freezing Kagami in his spot.
“I’ll go do it.”
Kagami’s eyes flit to Hiruzen, who has an intense, unbreakable determination in his eyes.
He’s prepared to die.
But what about Biwako and their children? Hiruzen has so much promise, he could even surpass Tobi.
It can’t be him.
I need to speak up!
“Sarutobi!”
“Hiruzen, you sure?”
The damned fool smiles.
“Heh, don’t worry about me. I don’t mean to brag, but I know I have the best chance out of all of you to pull this off. I’m not gonna die.”
Kagami can hear Biwako right now.
Hiruzen, you idiot, you know you’ll die! Stop acting like a hero!
Beside him, Danzo leans forward and grits his teeth, looking disconcerted.
Hiruzen places a hand on his shoulder. “You look after the others, Danzo, okay? I trust—”
“Shut up! I was going to volunteer, you know!” Danzo bats his hand away. “Don’t try to steal the limelight. I’ll be the lure, not you!”
Hiruzen’s face falls into genuine confusion. “Danzo, I…”
Kagami sees Tobirama’s jaw set, his back straightening. He looks like that when he’s reached a decision.
Oh no.
“My father and grandfather died in battle as a shinobi. Self-sacrifice is a shinobi’s duty!” Danzo prattles on. Kagami can feel his world shifting, Tobirama’s eyes meeting his again. His husband’s gaze is resolute, firm, and apologetic.
Kagami shakes his head. No, don’t do it, Tobirama.
You can’t.
Tobirama’s eyebrows draw in as if to say you know there isn’t another way.
I’m sorry, my love.
He wishes the ground would buckle and swallow him up whole.
Tobirama is right. They’re backed into a corner and it’s the only way. It’s what makes sense.
Fate is not on their side.
“I will go out and play the lure, of course,” Tobirama finally voices, and Kagami thinks that his stab to the lung was far less painful.
My husband is choosing to die today.
This time tomorrow he will be nothing but memories and legacies.
“You’re the ones who will carry the Will of Fire, who will defend our village in the future,” he continues.
They are all young, they will be needed. There’s no telling what will befall the Leaf in the years to come.
Damn him for being right. Curse this fate. Curse this world.
“But you can’t! I mean, you’re the Hokage! There is no greater shinobi in our village!” Danzo doesn’t understand Tobirama’s line of thinking. If only it was that simple.
“Danzo, you are always vying with Saru over one thing or another,” Tobirama’s face is stern. Kagami recalls conversations they had about his friends, who always seemed to be in some sort of competition with one another. Tobirama has always worried about Danzo’s intentions and whether or not they aligned perfectly with the ideologies of the Leaf. “But what’s necessary here is for you to work together as comrades. Don’t make this a personal fight.”
Kagami swallows the lump in his throat. Even now, Tobirama is taking the time to attempt to steer Danzo back onto the right course.
“The fact is, you took too long to reach a decision. First you must take a hard look at yourself and come to understand who you are objectively. Or else, at this rate, you’ll place all your comrades in danger.”
Tobirama has always wanted to say these words to Danzo, but hoped he’d realize on his own. Kagami now sees that he’s taking this chance to make it known before…
“In any case, Danzo and Saru, you need not be so eager at your young age.”
Kagami’s heart stings. Tobirama has always placed the welfare of children and young ones at the forefront of his priorities, having grown up around so much early death, and having lost two brothers entirely too young.
He’s full of integrity and it makes Kagami love him irrevocably.
“Your day will come eventually, and until it does, you should endeavor to stay alive,” he continues, voice becoming soft. He cares so deeply for all of them, Kagami hears it in each syllable.
Tobirama stands up, and Kagami feels tears start stinging at his eyes.
“Saru,” he addresses. “Love and treasure the village, and protect all those who believe in you. And nurture those ninja to whom you can entrust the next generation. Starting tomorrow, you’re Hokage.”
Kagami puts a hand on his knee to steady himself.
He’s named his successor. Kagami knows he could never do it himself, he’s more suited to the assistant role, and he has Kiseki which he knows Tobirama needs him to be available for. Hiruzen is the best choice.
“Saru, take care of the Leaf!” It’s a command, an entrustment, and a conclusion.
Tobirama’s reign ends here.
“Yes, sir!”
Kagami can barely think straight.
“They’re closing in,” Tobirama snaps him out of his stupor. His throat is closing, bile is rising, he wants to wither away before he has to live through this.
“Tobirama,” He says, standing up and grabbing his husband’s hand. The rest of the team turn and walk to the edge of the treeline to give them space. Hiruzen gazes upon them forlornly before turning away—he knows truly what this will do to their family. He feels their pain.
“My love,” Tobirama murmurs, cupping Kagami’s eyes and gazing into his glowing crimson eyes. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am that it has come to this.”
Kagami sniffles, sobs threatening to break through. He does his best to hold them back.
“I know there’s no choice,” He manages weakly. “I know why you’re doing this. It doesn’t make it a-any less un-unbearable…”
He breaks off and starts to cry freely.
“I know you will take care of Kiseki, and the village,” Tobirama says, brushing his hair away from his face. Kagami furiously blinks the tears away to see him better, clinging to his finite presence. “I have lived a very fulfilling life, and the best part of that is having had the honor of being your husband, and father of your child.”
Kagami trembles uncontrollably. His eyes feel hot. His head pounds, he feels dizzy and defeated, angry, crushed, undermined by fate.
“Thank you for blessing my life with your love,” Tobirama tells him gently, cupping his face. “You have made me the happiest man to have lived. May we meet again in a kinder time, where we can grow old and die together.”
“Tobi,” Kagami croaks miserably, surging forward and kissing his husband for the last time. He begs every cell in his body to commit the Tobirama to memory, his taste, his smell, his touch, sight, and voice. A splitting pain sears through the front of his head, and he pulls back, thick tears spilling over his cheeks as he grunts in agony.
Tobirama’s palms hold his face. “Oh, Kagami…”
Kagami looks up at him, eyes throbbing painfully. Six equally-distanced points stare into the Senju’s eyes, pattern not unlike a lotus, and immediately Tobirama understands what they are.
“Mangekyō,” he breathes, brushing the crimson liquid from Kagami’s tear-ducts. “I’m sorry, my love.”
“Lord Second, I’m sorry, but you must leave!” Calls Koharu.
“Yes, I know,” Tobirama nods, leaning down to give his last butterfly kiss to Kagami, rubbing their noses together. “I love you. Always.”
Kagami can’t speak. The words won’t come out.
Thank you for loving me. For taking care of me. For making the impossible possible, for giving me a son, for becoming my husband. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I love you.
He falls to his knees instead, and Tobirama squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth before he flickers away.
“Tobi,” Kagami rasps, clutching his chest. He feels his husband’s presence appear far north, and soon the Kinkaku unit moves to follow.
No one remains chasing after them. Tobirama has saved them successfully.
He feels Hiruzen’s hands on his shoulders.
“Kagami,” his voice is full of patient empathy. He just lost his sensei, after all. Everyone here is hurting. Everyone in the village will hurt.
Kagami touches his ring, pressing it to his lips to stifle his sobs.
He feels for Tobirama’s signature, feeling it flare. He’s fighting.
“We must use this opening to escape,” Hiruzen tells him remorsefully. “We can’t linger.”
Tobirama’s chakra swells, and swells, and—
It cuts out.
He can no longer feel his husband’s life force.
He’s gone.
He doubles over, starting to hyperventilate. His stomach flips.
Tobirama’s smile flashes in his mind, a vision of his husband kissing their baby’s forehead.
Never again.
Kiseki will grow up without ever knowing his father.
The Kinkaku unit retreats further north, away from the Land of Fire. Their objective to assassinate the Second Hokage is a success.
Kagami vomits.
***
Before he moves out with his unit to fight on the frontlines in the Hidden Rain, Kagami cradles his infant grandson in his arms.
Shisui looks just like Kiseki when he was a baby, save for the big, onyx Uchiha eyes that gleam up at him, belonging to the boy’s mother.
He looks just like you, my love, is what a fifty-seven year old Tobirama would say if he were present. Now forty-three, Kagami has long outlived his late husband, but misses him every single day.
He’s done his part to raise their precious Kiseki into a fine man and shinobi. The boy grew up inheriting his parents’ fierce Will of Fire, his father’s sensory abilities and mother’s Sharingan prowess. He has a bit of a serious personality like his father, yet is still more light-hearted than his best friend, Fugaku, who Kagami swears reminds him of Tobirama, full of duty and responsibility. No doubt, that young man will become the next clan head.
“Be careful,” Kiseki frowns worriedly, the expression entirely Tobirama’s. “I love you, mother.”
Kagami touches his son’s face. “I love you too, my son. You are the pride and joy of your father and I. Instill our Will of Fire into this sweet child.”
He hands baby Shisui back to his son, who nods dutifully.
“Yes, sir.”
With that, Kagami leaves Konoha.
In the midst of battle, to tide the victory over to their side, Kagami sacrifices himself and takes the enemy unit down with him.
When he wakes, he feels no more pain, no heaviness, and no mortal coil slowly perishing around himself as he had been subconsciously aware of his entire life. He is safe and completely secure.
“Kagami.”
That voice.
Kagami turns around, eyes landing upon the sorely missed frame of his beautiful husband.
“Tobirama.”
“I’ve waited patiently for you to join me,” the Senju smiles brightly, closing the distance and holding his waist. “You’ve done so well. I’ve watched over you right alongside Hashirama, and our brothers, Itama and Kawarama. Come, I will introduce you to them.”
The Pure Lands. Utmost serenity and love surrounds them.
Kagami has returned home.
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