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solarmorrigan · 8 months

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No one looks like they did in high school forever (be kinda weird if they did, honestly). Changes catch up with everyone sooner or later. For Steve, it seems to have happened sooner.

Personally, Eddie is in favor.

It isn’t that he hadn’t thought Steve looked in good in high school – god knows it isn’t that (Eddie may have thought Steve had been an asshole at the time, but he’d been a pretty one). It’s just that high school had been a time of basketball and swim meets and carefully watching his diet and carefully curating his appearance to match what he’d thought other people would want to see.

The time since graduation has been spent putting on the type of muscle that would better facilitate fighting monsters and keeping a band of misfit children safe (because after three times around, Steve hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to believe that the Upside Down was really gone), being fed by a rotating cast of mothers who appreciate him being there for said misfit children, and in letting himself decide how he thinks he looks good.

The first time Eddie really gets a good look at Steve after he’s left high school, he’s gone from lean muscle and looks a bit closer to the tank that Dustin’s been insisting he is. The first time Eddie sees him in action, he decides he wants to climb Steve like a tree.

Broad shoulders, strong biceps, solid core, thick thighs, that ass—is it objectification if you’re dating the guy and also madly in love with him? Whatever—Eddie is of the opinion that the time since high school has been very kind to Steve, appearance-wise.

He’s startled to realize, then, that Steve does not always share this opinion.

It doesn’t happen often; it’s rare enough that even Robin almost misses it, and Eddie is a big enough person to admit that she’s a more experienced Steve-watcher than he is.

For the most part, Steve is comfortable in his skin; he knows he looks good, he knows Eddie thinks he looks good, he knows what he’s capable of, and he’s pleased with where he is. Some days, though – some days just aren’t good days.

There are times when Eddie will catch Steve lingering in the mirror, frowning over a shirt that used to fall differently, or a pair of shorts that used to fit a little more loosely. He might reach for one of the cookies that Claudia sent them home with after their last dinner over at the Henderson household, before faltering and grabbing an apple instead (or, sometimes, nothing at all). He might wear extra layers, steal one of Eddie’s slightly oversized flannel shirts, go on an extra run, or he might not be in the mood to cuddle up to Eddie in bed (in spite of the fact that Eddie knows how much he loves getting to be the little spoon, even if he still refuses to say it out loud).

Most of these things by themselves don’t really have to mean anything, but somehow, Eddie can always tell when it’s one of those insecure days.

(And if Eddie had ever thought when he was younger that Steve Harrington could feel insecure about the way he looks, about his body, he might have cracked a crass joke about King Steve’s obvious need to overcompensate for something. Now, though, he knows better. Also, he’s a tiny bit more mature than that.)

So when he comes into the living room one afternoon to find Steve practically crammed into the corner of the sofa, curled in on himself just enough to suggest that he’s trying to take up less space, Eddie decides that that will just not do.

Eddie loves Steve’s confidence. He loves the space Steve takes up in his life (metaphorically and literally). He loves Steve, and he sure as hell isn’t about to let him spend the day feeling bad about himself, so he ducks back into the bedroom for the book on his nightstand and then plops down on the other end of the couch.

He reads for a little while and doesn’t really have to worry about getting too distracted from his plan, because he always finds himself tilting towards Steve like a compass to magnetic north, whether he’s actively trying or not. So he reads, and he shuffles around on the couch a bit, and he lists to the side a little, and then he’s finally just close enough to Steve to plausibly ask, “Hey, d’you mind?”

Steve glances up from the magazine he’s been reading, brows furrowed. “Mind what?”

Eddie points to the way Steve’s legs are drawn up almost to his chest. “Stretching your legs out? I wanna lay down.”

And normally, Steve doesn’t hesitate – hell, normally, Eddie doesn’t even need to ask; it’s almost as if he can just tell when Eddie wants to rest his head in his lap and automatically moves to welcome it. Today, though, he rolls his eyes.

“We have pillows on the couch for a reason,” he says, jerking his head towards the throw pillows at the other end of the couch (as if Eddie could forget the throw pillows; they’d spent a goddamn hour at the furniture store staring at the choices and had walked out laughing about how boring and adult and great it felt to be decorating their apartment with fucking throw pillows – but that isn’t the point).

Eddie scoffs. “Why would I settle for a pillow when I could have something way more comfortable?”

“Yeah, there’s no way my lap is better than a pillow,” Steve drawls.

“Baby, your lap is the most comfortable resting place known to man,” Eddie states, so dramatically intoned that it makes Steve laugh, even though Eddie is fairly serious. “Now why would you deny me my favorite place to lay my head?”

Steve rolls his eyes again, but obligingly (if slowly) stretches out his legs and rests his socked feet on the coffee table to make space for Eddie.

“Thank you,” Eddie says primly, before flopping down on the couch and making himself comfortable with his head situated on Steve’s lap, then giving a demonstrative little wiggle to settle in. “Yep, that’s the stuff. Perfect.”

“Man, shut up,” Steve mumbles, turning back to his magazine.

When Eddie glances up to check that he hasn’t gone too far, there’s a bit of a flush high on Steve’s cheeks, but no real displeasure on his face, so he doubles down.

“I will not. Not until you acknowledge the perfection that is your thighs,” Eddie declares, pressing his head further back into Steve’s lap. “Firm, but with just enough give–” he reaches up and pinches the side of Steve’s thigh, smiling innocently when Steve jolts and glares down at him, “always warm. Perfect.”

Steve turns his eyes resolutely back to the magazine he’s got balanced on the arm of the couch. “Not perfect.”

“Well, sure, perfection is subjective, means different things to different people, blah blah blah.” Eddie waves his hand in a vague ‘et cetera’ gesture and accidentally smacks Steve in the arm before he turns his head (and his hair is absolutely going all staticky after being rubbed against the fabric of Steve’s sweatpants, which is going to be a nightmare later, but that’s a problem for future Eddie) and presses a kiss to the spot just above Steve’s knee. “But they’re perfect to me.”

For a moment, Steve is still. Then he shifts slightly in place, and Eddie has the feeling that if he were standing, he’d be shuffling from foot to foot.

“And I have it on pretty good authority that my opinion counts for something,” Eddie goes on. “So if you ask me—which you should—your thighs are one of your best features.”

Finally, Steve glances back down at Eddie. “You think so?” he asks, soft and a little hesitant.

“Absolutely. One of my favorite parts of you, on a rotating basis with every other part of you,” Eddie says, grinning when Steve scoffs, because this time Steve is smiling, too. “What? There are so many good features, I’ve gotta make sure I pay them all equal attention.”

And the thing is, Eddie does know that what got Steve into this mindset in the first place was spending so long seeing himself as valued only for what he can provide physically: a handsome face, a lean figure, a human shield, the Party tank – whatever it is. Most of the time, Eddie makes sure Steve knows what he loves about him as a person, not just about his body. He could gain one hundred pounds, he could lose all muscle mass and be as skinny as a rail, he could look like anything, and it wouldn’t matter, because Eddie loves him.

But that doesn’t mean Steve doesn’t also want a little reassurance now and then that Eddie loves his body, too – which Eddie does, and is happy to provide.

“And today, I’m paying attention to your thighs,” Eddie concludes.

“Stop saying ‘thighs,’ it’s starting to sound like gibberish,” Steve shoots back, but there’s a pleased tilt to the corners of his mouth now.

Eddie hums. “I especially love when you let me lay in your lap. Love having your legs under my head. Or wrapped around my head.” He waves his hand around his face, smirking up at Steve. “Just, in the vicinity of my head, really.”

Steve loses the battle with the laugh he’s been trying to hold in and it overtakes him, shaking with mirth under Eddie while Eddie smiles along with him.

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve says, once he’s gotten his breath back.

“I’m just putting it out there,” Eddie says.

Steve cocks one eyebrow at Eddie and turns back to his magazine with a smirk. “Uh huh. Well, I’m a little busy right now.”

“Oh, sure, me too,” Eddie says easily, bringing his book up over his face as if he’s going to continue reading, even though he isn’t even sure he’s on the right page.

They do settle after that, though, quiet and close and comfortable being draped over and under one another. Steve’s hand finds its way into Eddie’s hair and cards through it absently like he’s petting a cat. Eddie would probably purr like one if he could.

“Love you,” Steve murmurs, glancing down as he flips from one page to the next.

“Love you, too,” Eddie replies, tilting his book away just enough to smile up at Steve.

Maybe later Eddie will get to prove how much he loves Steve’s thighs wrapped around his head. Maybe not. For now, though, he hadn’t been lying – just this is perfect.

[Prompt: Resting your head on your partner's lap]

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #solar wrote #cw for some discussion of weight/body issues #this is mostly fluff though #promise it has a positive ending

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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 2 months

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been thinking about an au where Jay is raised by Cliff Gordon and meets Cole at one of his dad's concerts. they become childhood friends or something but lose contact. there is bruiseshipping

#this has been haunting my brain for the past month #feel like if I actually made it into a fic there would be mostly fluff #probably a oneshot series though #ninjago au #jay walker #cole brookstone #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #lego ninjago #bruiseshipping #bruise childhood friends au

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lost-technology · 3 months

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I am fascinated by the existence of Creature Vash / The Cretchur. To my knowledge (unless he's following the fandom) Nightow never drew it. None of the crews who worked on either anime drew it. It's just a... fanon. It's like, new Stampede fans took a jaunt through the manga and saw those images of Vash winging out in desperate situations, where it was played for drama and just, went... What if...that... but as adorable little fluffball? Fandom is weird, and I love it. I don't think I've seen it anywhere but tumblr, either, so maybe it's just a tumblr-fandom thing.

#trigun #creature vash #trigun fanon #the only thing that I have to compare this to...#is twerking hordak / bongo-butt hordak in the entrapdak subsection of the she-ra fandom #or maybe dragon-zelda in zelda fandom after tears of the kingdom #as in not the canon dragon but humanoid dragon #but that seems like a more obvious fanart trend #than vash as an innocent fluff creature #back in '98 fandom we were all obsessed with kuroneko #which was a canon creature even if she mostly just appeared in the margins #now it is teru vash toy and non-canonical fluff-vash creature #I do enjoy him though

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months

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Hii! First I wanna say I absolutely LOVE your blog! You are an amazing writer! For the Candy Hearts event I wanted to request lee!Kagaya and ler!Amane with Puppy Love 💚 because there are zero fics with these two and that offends me. If you don't wanna do this one that is perfectly fine 😊. Thank you Squiggly!!!

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Hey anon! :D Aww! Thank you for the kind words! I appreciate it immensely! :3 Oo, Amane and Kagaya! I won't lie to you- I kinda forgot who she was when I first read this, but after looking her up I said "OH THAT'S CUTE-" so here we are! :D I've gotcha covered!

CW: Light angst, spoilers for the Mugan Train arc of Demon Slayer

Puppy Love: "Where are those giggles I love so much?"

Being head of the demon corps was an exhausting and many times heartbreaking job. And yet- Kagaya didn’t break from the pressure. He faced each situation with the stability and calmness it required; ever a beacon of comfort for those around him.

Still- it didn’t mean he himself was immune to the occasional bend.

“You seem sad.” Amane murmured against his chest, tucked in his arms as her husband ran soothing fingers through her loose hair. She didn’t ask why- she was fully aware of the reason.

“So it seems. I hope it didn’t show when I spoke to the others.” He mused, a worry in his voice as he reflected on the remaining Hashira. “Kyojuro went with pride. It’d be disrespectful not to honor him any other way.”

“Yes.” She reached up, running her fingers along the scars spreading down his cheeks. "But that doesn’t mean you can’t mourn him.”

Kagaya’s eyes widened some, then that gentle smile he always wore returned. This time, however- it looks rather sad. “I know. And I do. Still- I think he’d much prefer if I laughed with his memory than cry. He was always doing that; you could hear his chortles all the way from the entrance.”

Amane smiled when he laughed, a soft sound so rare it always left her wondering where those giggles she loved so much hid. Letting her hand drop to his side, she looked up at him with a small grin. “In that case…”

“Hm? What is i-ihihiihihiit!” Kagaya yelped and fell back when her hand prodded at his side, just barely clawing at his ribs through his thin nightwear. “Amahahahhane, whahahahhat-”

“Hm? You just said that you think you should laugh instead of cry for Kyojuro.” She teased gently, bringing both hands up to her husbands sides as she tickled, her entire being warming at the core as he snickered and giggled beneath her. “I’m merely helping you out. Come now- laugh so he’ll be able to hear you.”

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #light angst #spoilers #demon slayer mugan train spoilers #demon slayer #kagaya ubuyashiki #amane ubuyashiki #mostly fluff though #they're sweethearts your honor

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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BUSINESS PROPOSAL > fifteen! elavatoe

a/n: the title was inspired by my horrible accidental spelling. not even autocorrect could save me🥲 but anyways…IM ON A HELLEVATOE

synopsis > being the amazing friend you were, you had helped your friend who desperately did not want to go on the blind date so you went as her. however, you were dumbfounded to find out that the CEO was your friend’s blind date! hopefully, he doesn’t recognise you.

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super-marvel-dc · 2 months

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Me: *Grinning to myself*

Person: What are you smiling about?

Me, thinking about the smut I wrote that stays in my drafts because I'm too afraid to post it so it's gonna stay there untill I choose to post it: Nothing.

#apparently i can write smut #like mostly girl on girl though...#like i was sweating while writing it #i will not post it though so please dont ask #i will write f!character x f!reader fluff though #but im not comfortable enough to write smut for anyone #its Valentine's Day and im so lonely #*cries in sad and lonely bi girl*

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sadsoftserve · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Epithet Erased (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Percival "Percy" King & Ramsey Murdoch, Molly Blyndeff & Percival "Percy" King Characters: Percival "Percy" King, Molly Blyndeff, Ramsey Murdoch Additional Tags: Found Family, Percy is Mollys mom now, Ramsey and his anxiety, Molly and Ramsey interactions, Babysitting, mentions of child abuse, backstory lore for characters that exsist, Hurt/Comfort, Algebra, headcanons, Domestic Fluff, epithet erased - Freeform, Ramseys mollys dad figure?? Summary:

Percy's babysitter is unavailable, so she turns to the only other person she trusts to take care of Molly. However, Ramsey thinks he'd make a terrible babysitter, but he takes on the job anyway and soon realizes he's not so bad at it but it's still hard especially when he's not used to taking care of anyone, not even himself.

#epithet erased #ramsey murdoch #molly blyndeff #percy king #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #molly epithet erased #Ramsey Epithet erased #Percy epithet erased #aattempt at hurt/comfort #though it's mostly fluff #read???#constructive critism welcome #b nice tho #im sesitive

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walkingaftermidnight07 · 1 year

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Kit x Ty Balcony oneshot

ackkk im so bad at writing my little intros to these so i apologize in advance lol

did i wait until new year's to post a oneshot that was requested weeks ago? yes, yes i did. in my defense. im shit at remembering to write stuff. on the bright side, i'm actually pretty proud of this one so....yeah.

anyways, my lovely friend @tys-kitty requested this a couple of weeks ago and I loved the idea so I had to write it!!! i believe it was inspired by a post by @aro-ace-cat-lady but i dont have the original post. whoops.

anyways, this is a KitTy first kiss *and sort of love confession* on the Chiswick balcony.

word count is abt 2k :D

make sure to reblog if you enjoyed it to help get this out to more people thank you very much. I am sending virtual hugs and kisses to all who take the time to reblog :)

if you want any more KitTy content from me, i have a playlist linked here as well as two oneshots of the reunion scene from sobh which are linked here and here. I ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR BOTH ONESHOTS AND PLAYLISTS.

anywayssss enjoy :DDDD

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Sometimes Kit felt like Blackthorn Hall seemed to be closing in on him. The shadows felt like they were growing, wrapping around him. Suffocating him. Despite everything that Emma and Julian had done to fix it up, there was just something about it…

If Kit was being honest, he kind of hated it here. It gave him shivers and made him feel like he was being watched from all directions. He couldn’t tell if it was because of Blackthorn Hall’s history, or because of the fact that it used to be haunted by a ghost, or because there was something demonic about it, lurking in the shadows…

Or maybe it was because of what happened last time he had been here with certain members of the Blackthorn family. And while yes, parts of that had been resolved, Kit still thought often about that stupid day in the kitchen with the stupid gun. And with Ty.

Speaking of Ty, he’d disappeared. He’d left the kitchen this morning at breakfast, giving some vague excuse to the rest of the Blackthorns and Tessa and Jem about some reading for the Scholomance, but Kit had a feeling that was bullshit. And now it was afternoon and Ty was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t reappear for training with Dru and Tavvy. Nor for lunch. And Kit wasn’t sure whether he should look for him or not. Was this normal for Ty?

It hit Kit yet again, as it always did, that he didn’t know Ty anymore. Once, he would’ve known without any hesitation where to find him, and whether or not he’d want to be found. Hell, he’d probably be with Ty already, wouldn’t have felt the need to look for him because he was already being included in Ty’s bubble.

Now…well…they couldn’t avoid each other. Not with everything that had been going on. But apparently they could still go without talking to each other beyond a basic level. Nothing beyond that. Ty wouldn’t even look at him. He’d been at Blackthorn Hall with his family all week, and he could count on one hand the amount of times Ty had even looked in his general direction.

Dru had been telling him he needed to fucking talk to Ty, but he kept holding it off. This was his chance, he might not get another one.

But he was so so scared. What could he even say to Ty? How could he explain to him how he felt? How could he even ask Ty what Ty was feeling? Did he even want to know what Ty was feeling? Kit feared it would hurt too much.

The door to Kit’s room opened and Dru strode in. She stalked right over to where he was lying on the bed, and she grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him off the bed swiftly. He landed on his ass on the ground, staring at her in confusion. She was glaring at him.

“Hey, what was that for??” He groaned, rubbing his hip. “That hurt, you know?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re fine, Kit, don’t be so dramatic.”

Kit stuck his tongue out at her and she cracked a smile. She offered him a hand up and he took it.

“Okay, but seriously, why did you do that?”

“Kit.” She stared at him intently. “My dear friend. My darling friend. My favorite person. My—”

“Okaaayyy, get to the point, Dru,” He grumbled.

She sighed. “I can’t find him, okay? I’m worried. He seemed kind of upset earlier, but I didn’t wanna say anything…but when he didn’t come down for lunch…”

Kit didn’t reply. He just looked at her. “Fine. I’ll look.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Kit.”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

As he left the room she called after him, “And remember what we’ve talked about! Communication!!”

He decided it would be in his best interest to ignore her snarky comment and continued on.

He immediately went to the balcony at Blackthorn Hall, because he didn’t know where else to find him. And oddly enough….there he was.

Ty’s back was to Kit, but Kit could see Ty’s shoulders stiffen as he stepped closer. Ty could clearly tell that he was there. But he didn’t turn around.

An awkward silence settled over them both. Kit stared at Ty’s back as Ty continued to pretend like he wasn’t there. He was running through things to say in his head but nothing came to mind.

“Do you need something?” Ty finally said, straightening. He still didn’t turn around.

“Yes—I mean—No. I mean—” Kit couldn’t seem to find the words. “I just…wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Finally Ty turned to him. He wouldn’t meet Kit’s eyes but he nodded. “I’m fine. You can leave now.”

Kit bit his lip. He should’ve expected this, this harsh dismissal. After everything, he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

But he didn’t want that to be it. This was his chance. To try to fix everything.

So he took a step forward.

Ty furrowed his brows. “I said you can leave me alone now.”

“I heard you, Ty,” Kit said softly. He took another step closer. He leaned against the balcony railing next to Ty. “But I think I’m going to stay out here, with you. To keep you company.”

Ty chewed on his lip, his expression torn. He looked confused, and kind of…nervous. “Are you—have you…um. Nevermind.”

“Hmm?” Kit asked, his heart starting to beat a little faster, anxious to know what Ty wanted to say.

“Nothing, sorry,” Ty said. Kit glanced over and noticed that Ty’s hands were clenched on the railing.

Fuck it, here was his chance.

“Ty.”

Ty turned his head a little quicker than Kit suspected he meant to. “Yes?”

“I forgive you,” Kit said softly. Now it was him who couldn’t meet Ty’s eyes. His stomach was all fluttery as he waited for Ty’s response.

“What?”

“A while ago, you asked me how long it would take for me to forgive you and I told you I didn’t know,” Kit continued, closing his eyes as he remembered that horrible day, remembered his harsh words to Ty. He’d still been angry then. Still been hurt. Still felt like it was impossible to love or be loved. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. He knew now that he still loved Ty, just like he had when they were fifteen. Like he always would. His anger had subsided and all he felt when he thought back to those interactions was regret. He wished he’d been there for Ty when Ty had needed him most. “Well, now I know.”

“Kit.”

Kit turned slowly to face Ty. “Yeah?”

Ty reached out and grasped Kit’s hands. “You had every right to hate me. I know that now. I shouldn’t have expected you to forgive me. You still have every right to hate me.”

“But I don’t,” Kit blinked. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Ty. I—”

“Don’t say it,” Ty said. “Please.”

Kit froze. His hands dropped from Ty’s. If he was honest, he hadn’t expected Ty to say it back. At least not in the way he wanted Ty to. But it still stung, not even being allowed to get the words out.

Ty peered at Kit’s face, and his own face fell. “I’ve offended you, haven’t I?”

“No, no you’re fine,” Kit said, aware how hollow his voice sounded. But he couldn’t help it. He was embarrassed all over again. “I can’t expect you to reciprocate, can I? Some things just aren’t meant to be—”

Ty’s brows furrowed. He looked confused. Then his expression became one of determination.“No, sometimes, I think they are.”

And then Ty grabbed Kit gently, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Every emotion flooded through Kit at once. This was the last thing he’d expected from this conversation. But now here he was, Ty grabbing him by the shirt, their lips pressed together—

And his entire brain was malfunctioning. He couldn’t form coherent thoughts. All he knew is that he liked it (perhaps too much) and that he was kissing Ty back. He didn’t touch Ty, instead he gripped the balcony behind him, letting Ty take the lead. He only wanted whatever Ty wanted; nothing more, nothing that could be out of Ty’s comfort zone.

Kit had expected Ty to be more hesitant, but he wasn’t. He seemed almost desperate, like he was afraid Kit would push him away. And though Kit had kissed boys before, this was different. This was Ty. And any other person he’d ever kissed was completely and utterly forgettable to him in comparison to Ty. In fact, he had forgotten them. All he could think was Ty.

Then he heard the sound of someone coming onto the balcony. A voice followed the sound. “Kit, are you out here—”

Ty and Kit broke apart and turned to the voice. It was Tessa….with a sleeping Mina in her arms.

Tessa was staring at them, surprised. Her surprise turned into a small smile.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Ty let go of Kit’s shirtfront and Kit straightened up. “Um, no. Hi…”

“Hi, Kit,” Tessa said, outright smirking now. Kit’s cheeks flushed bright red and he noticed that Ty was looking everywhere but at Kit or Tessa. “Sorry about that. I was coming to ask if you wouldn’t mind putting Mina to bed for her nap…but you seem busy so I’ll do it. No worries.” She turned and started walking away. She called back over her shoulder with an amused voice, “You kids have fun, see you later. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

Kit wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. That was embarrassing to say the least.

Ty coughed.

Kit turned back to him. “I’m so sorry–”

Ty pulled him in for another kiss. This one was just a quick brush of lips but it was enough to shut Kit up and offer a sheepish smile.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Ty said, sounding almost surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

Oh.

“It was better than I was expecting,” Ty mused. “Probably because it was you.”

“So that means—”

“I liked it, Kit,” Ty said, moving so that he was leaning on the balcony next to Kit. He brushed his hand against Kit’s ever so slightly. “I like you. I never understood what people meant by that until you. But now, I understand what that means. I understand that feeling.”

Kit rubbed his other hand over his burning face to try and bring the color out of it. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

Ty turned to him. “Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to because I cut you off earlier. But I only did that because I wanted you to know how I felt first.”

“Ty….” Kit said slowly. “Did you really mean it when you said that some things are meant to be?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Of course I meant it. I always mean what I say, especially when it comes to you. It’s taken me a lot longer to get there, but I know how I feel now. And I would never even consider lying to you about those feelings, because they involve you too. And because I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I love you, Ty,” Kit said after a moment of processing Ty’s words. “I’ve always loved you, ever since we were kids. I never stopped. And I never will.”

Ty rubbed his eyes, and Kit realized Ty was crying a little bit.

“Can I hug you?”

Ty nodded, and Kit slid his arms around Ty’s shoulders. Ty held onto Kit tightly. They stood like that for a long time, even after Ty had stopped crying. Kit suspected that Ty was trying to make up for three years wasted. And he was completely fine with that. Nothing was better than the feeling of Ty’s arms around him, knowing that Ty felt something for him. He didn’t want to call it love necessarily, because it was Ty’s decision to call it that and he hadn’t yet, but it was something. And Kit would take something.

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leiawritesstories · 1 year

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can you do a lyria is alive but shes a bit snobbish because she came back from the dead and its rowaelin forever?

yes indeed i can :)) *giggles wickedly* thanks for the prompt!!

Word count: 1,547

Warnings: language, Lyria

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Lyria Frelau hadn't experienced much in her few brief decades of life--until she met the famed Fae prince and warrior Rowan Whitethorn and, like the inexperienced teenager she was, fell head over heels in love. She was just over thirty years old, still a youth by Fae standards, and she hadn't been able to believe in the reality of Prince Rowan Whitethorn being...hers.

For all too short a time.

She remembered the nausea of early pregnancy, something completely unexpected but certainly not unwelcome, remembered the giddiness of planning to surprise Rowan when he returned from his latest battlefield assignment. She remembered how shocked she'd felt to realize that she was the mother-to-be of the next great Whitethorn warrior. That little fact gave her no small amount of pride, it did.

She hadn't been expecting the raid that razed her village to the ground, though. Damned bloodthirsty males!

From the hazy, amorphous realm in between life and afterlife, Lyria had watched Rowan Whitethorn, the male who ought to be hers, grieve for what she firmly believed was far too short a time before closing himself off. She watched him turn into a male as icy as his magic, and she felt greatly satisfied at that. After all, he was hers. Nobody else should be able to see his smile.

Then he met a half-Fae female who had wildfire powers, whose wildfire melted his ice, who told him she was his carranam and later, his mate.

Lyria wished to all the dead gods that she was alive, so she could scream at that unfairly beautiful blonde who'd stolen her Rowan until her ears bled.

She really hadn't been expecting to actually come back to life.

Disoriented, Lyria shook her head, shook her arms and legs, patted herself and pinched herself and hissed when the pinch felt very real indeed. So she was alive, then. Strange. Next order of business--sail over to Terra Sand or whatever the hell that blonde female's kingdom was called and get her Rowan back where he belonged.

Sneaking onto the ship was easy enough; all it took was a few winks and giggles and a scandalously low neckline before the idiot sailors were tripping all over themselves to let her onboard.

And if she...entertained a few of them at night during the voyage, well, what was a little bit of extra money between friends?

Lyria landed in Orynth a few weeks after she'd mysteriously been reincarnated and promptly marched down the streets towards the grand stone palace. She had a prince to take back, she did. Approaching the palace gates, she squared her shoulders and marched in through the tall, elegantly wrought bronze gates, ignoring the human guards who kept watch over the citizens and tourists entering the palace grounds. She kept her back ramrod straight and her eyes forward, grinning with increasing anticipation the closer she walked to the palace.

Gods, she couldn't wait to see the look on her Rowan's face when she reappeared.

She ignored the guard who shot her a quizzical look as she strode into the palace, her ancient boots creaking against the gleaming new marble floors.

"Ma'am?" Dammit, the guard was a persistent one.

"You needn't worry, guard," she assured him in lofty tones. "I merely come to reclaim my prince."

"Your prince?" The poor guard obviously had no idea who she was.

So she took pity on the poor boy. "I am Lyria Frelau, beloved of Prince Rowan Whitethorn. I have come to bring him back to our home."

The guard cleared his throat. "Ma'am, you do know that His Highness is married to the queen of Terrasen, no?"

"A situation which will swiftly be remedied," Lyria proclaimed, waving away the stupid guard's protests. "And if you must insist upon remaining at my side, do be a good man and present me in the throne room. I believe I shall make a proper entrance."

The guard mumbled something indistinct under his breath. "Very well, ma'am, I shall take you to the throne room." He tipped his head at a passing guardsman, who hurried off down the hall. "I've sent him to warn the queen and king of your presence."

"Warn?" Lyria giggled. "Such a silly word, good guard. I am only here to restore things to the proper order."

As if in mockery of her words, her traitorous boots chose that moment to split apart, the ancient leather giving way to the centuries it had spent buried underground. She huffed and strode onward, ignoring her now-bare feet. Wisely, the guard said nothing.

In moments, she reached a set of imposing oaken doors carved with intricate symbols and etchings, each door bearing the royal crest of Terrasen in gold and emerald.

How tacky.

Lyria cleared her throat imperiously, and the guard pushed open one of the great oak doors.

"A...erm, a Miss--"

Impatient, Lyria pushed past the useless man, striding into the huge, open, light-filled throne room. Her eyes immediately latched onto the dearly familiar male standing on the dais, his silver hair far shorter than it had been two hundred and fifty years ago, tattoos now marking his tan skin. "My dearest Rowan!" she squealed, giddy with delight at seeing his handsome face again.

Rowan, for his part, looked properly astounded. "Lyria?"

The female sitting--no, lounging--in the throne raised her golden blonde brows. "This is your Lyria, Ro?"

Ro. The nickname grated on Lyria's recently-resurrected nerves. "His name is Rowan," she scoffed, "and he does not enjoy being called anything else. Furthermore, who are you to address him in such a familiar manner?"

"His wife, mate, carranam, and queen," the female smirked. "Queen Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius."

Lyria scowled. "I regret to inform you that your mating and marriage is a ruse, because Rowan Whitethorn is my mate."

Aelin laughed. Burning hell, she actually laughed. "Ro, my love, would you like to respond? This should be amusing."

"Amusing for you, maybe," Rowan mumbled. He cleared his throat. "How in all hell are you here, Lyria?"

She beamed at him. "Though I confess I know not how, I have been reanimated!"

On her throne, Aelin snorted, her shoulders shaking with repressed laughter. She flicked a sly glance at Rowan, who shot her an equally mirthful look in return.

Lyria's blood boiled at the sight. "I am not a joke!" she screeched, stomping her bare foot.

"Of course not," Aelin drawled. "I suppose you're here to wheedle Ro back to your sweet side?"

"Precisely," Lyria huffed. "Darling Rowan, I am here again." She fluttered her eyelashes. "And we can return to our cottage by the riverside, just like we planned all those years ago."

"Lyria, I--" Rowan's sentence was interrupted by his wife's cackling.

"Cottage by the riverside?" Aelin wheezed, tears of joy pooling in the corners of her unfairly brilliant eyes. "Please, how is she real?"

"Fireheart," Rowan murmured, clamping his lips together, "I was young and stupid, all right?"

"Mmm, old and stupid is more like it."

He flashed her a playful frown. "By your standards, maybe."

"STOP THAT!" Lyria shrieked, stamping her other foot petulantly. "Come home with me, Rowan, I demand it!"

Calmly, Rowan walked down the dais steps, stood in front of her, and sighed. "I can't do that."

"Of course you can," Lyria snorted. "I am your mate, Rowan."

"No." He shook his head. "That was a sham, a farce Maeve invented to try and trick me away from my life. I do wish she hadn't brought you into her schemes, though; you were too young and innocent to be caught up in that mess."

"A farce?" Lyria gasped. "Nothing is more farcical than you pretending as though I am nothing to you, darling Rowan!" She grabbed his forearm.

Or at least, she tried to grab his forearm. Her suddenly immaterial hands passed right through his body, though.

"Impossible!" she squawked, grasping at Rowan's arms and hands and clothing, all to no avail. "I am real, Rowan, I swear!"

"Mhmm, so real that you're vanishing before our very eyes," Aelin deadpanned.

"No!" Lyria yelped. But indeed, her body was growing more and more weightless by the second, drawn back to whatever afterlife she'd come from.

"Thank you for your little visit," Aelin said sweetly. "It was such a pleasure to briefly meet you, little Lyria."

"I am not little!" Lyria screeched indignantly. "I am Prince Rowan Whitethorn's--" She dissolved into mist before she could finish screaming about who she was, leaving only a breath of cold air to indicate that she'd ever been there.

Aelin lasted all of three seconds before bursting into full-blown laughter, tears of merriment streaming down her cheeks as she guffawed. "Please tell me she was like that when alive, buzzard."

"Unfortunately, yes," Rowan mumbled, his whole face twitching with the effort of restraining his laughter. "She was...young and inexperienced, thinking she was in love. Thinking she had found a mate."

"It's all right to laugh, Ro."

He broke, leaning against her throne as he snorted with laughter. "My gods, she was ridiculous."

"No," Aelin teased, "just a couple centuries out of date." She grinned wickedly. "Expired, as it were."

Rowan gaped.

And then exploded with laughter. "Gods, I love you," he gasped.

Aelin just beamed. "Love you more."

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#my writing #answered prompt #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #fluff #mostly fluff #with a side of lyria #i can't take her seriously though #so she's ridiculous

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atomsminecraft · 9 months

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Ya'll get a week go share this around and lets see what I'll get

It's all court of darkness

#Plot twist it's all angst #it's not a promise #well...#nah I'm joking it's not all angst #It's mostly fluff #If ya'll got angst ideas though go and drop it in my asks and I might write it #I don't think I have any angst yet on the google document with things for me to write about #I need more angst in here it's too fluffy in there and I don't approve of it #If one of you write a court of darkness fic that's angsty you should @ me in it #court of darkness #court of darkness voltage #It would be funny if I lied and they're all angst #I would do that #but I'm being nice today #Ya'll got spared from me choosing violence in my writing today #Gonna go think of angst now to write later brb

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shotorozu · 2 years

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ok ok last one for the day.

katsuki and izuku midoriya are the hottest couple in pro hero hollywood. or they would be if they would stop fucking with people in public.

like yeah, they're everybody's dream guys, but instead seeing them as dreams, they're constantly prancing around being the japanese equivalents of martin freeman and anthony mackie.

reporter: so deku can you tell us why it took you so long to apprehend the vilain this morning?

deku: well we chased him so hard that he ate shit and after catching him me and kacchan spent 37 minutes and 43 seconds laughing in his face.

reporter: *so done with these fucking losers* thank you, deku. please keep doing your best.

deku: *literally smiling like a ray of light* of course!

bakugou: *just coming back from chatting with cops* did you tell the dude how that extra ate shit.

reporter, while deku and bakugou start dying laughing again: *tiredly* this has been the news.

i don’t necessarily ship them but this is funny LMAO

like separately— reporters and everyone in PR like them just fine. bakugou? he definitely had a colorful vocabulary, but hey, when reporters ask him the really interesting questions, he’ll deliver on the answers. (but ngl getting interesting questions from reporters are rare for bakugou since reporters kinda ask him the same (ex: you took down that villain today, yes? you were in top speed, did you break your record in villain takedowns?) but again i kinda don’t blame him that man is something else 😭 /lh)

as for izuku, he’s either a heaven sent or kind of a mess 💀 again, the reporters like him more than bakugou because of how nice and sunshine-y he is. it’s definitely a nice break from getting lambasted /hj

(at the same time, he’s so authentic it hurts 😨 and i mean it in the way that he’ll give a really detailed answer in such a short amount of time AND sometimes he’ll go off track but its okay because he’s the number 1 hero, right 😃 but it’s still kind of hell for reporters because they gotta think of a quick and witty response 😭 poor them sometimes 💀)

but put those two together 😭 romantically or platonically— they’d be every reporter’s (and also every pr employee’s) worse nightmare because 😭😭 they’re a mess together whether they realize it or not and even when they do realize it it kinda gets messier but hey! the memes

like there’s this one comic i saw of izuku giving a response in an interview and bakugou just runs into the frame and screams at him randomly— and izuku laughs, being alarmed 😭 (it was also based off an actual interview, though idk which one ☹️💀) and i think that’s pretty accurate. they’re so chaotic in media.

but this is absolute hell when they actually need to be professional and serious 💀 both of their pr teams are always this 🤏 close to just crying on the floor that one midsommar scene style every time they’re supposed to be giving a professional-yet-authentic response to reporters, and even press conferences because it’s almost impossible when those two are in the same frame istg

#this was just me on a tangent about bakudeku’s media presence LMAO #anyways i think i should make a post like this elaborating on this soon— and i’ll definitely add more characters 💀#like— a famous pro hero au post and its all about their media presence and how meme-y some of them would be #it has all of their previous teachers crying from stress /hj #ESPECIALLY all might and aizawa because they’ve expected this to happen but also wtf why can’t they be professional 😭#(they can be professional when needed though. they can rtr— its just.. kinda harder when they’re both in the same frame)#bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #🧠 — shotorozu’s brainrot #bakudeku #tagging bkdk because its mostly about them #mha bkdk #bkdk headcanons #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakugou headcanons #deku headcanons #izuku headcanons #midoriya headcanons

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soloragoldsun · 2 months

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Ahem. Guuuuuys, I finished the thing! It's got PegoRyu kissies!

#persona 5 #p5 royal #akira kurusu #ryuji sakamoto #pegoryu #fanfiction #ao3 #kisses #fluff #rank 10 #though really it's mostly a complete rewrite #with kissies and cuddles

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oathofkaslana · 3 months

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SHE DOES LION DANCING?? Bro I need to watch it so badlyyyy 😭

YEAH IN THE 2023 NEW YEARS SOECIAL IT MAKES ME SO SO SICK BC YUXIU WAS HER DANCE PARTNER :’))

#god the choreography of the new years special is so pretty too!!#if you wanna watch it’s not very plot relevant so should be safe #you might not know who particular characters are though :’’#it takes place during the gap between s1 and s2 but it’s mostly fluff #asks #I HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY MOSS!!!!!!! <333 SENDING YOU REST AND COMFORT!!!

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13eyond13 · 10 months

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I've sufficiently confused myself about Wuthering Heights enough to decide it's time for a re-read

#like did i enjoy myself the first time no #i was mostly going like this 😬#but was it well written and rip roaringly atmospheric and dark yes #def one you can get more out of the second or third or fourth time around #if you ever want a book thats like the absolutely opposite of feel good fluff though you know where to look lol #p

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giggly-squiggily · 8 months

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Hiya! Since your fic requests are open, can we get lee!Rui and ler!Daki/ Gyutaro? If it’s not too much trouble, that is?

Heyo! Aww, gosh I freaking LOVE THIS! I don't usually write for Daki and Gyutaro- mainly cause the opportunity is sparse, but here we are! And LEE RUI! My weakness- my soft spot; my precious BOY! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

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Despite his best efforts- the spider family within Natagumo Woods was…lacking. Even though he shared his blood with all of them, even when they all matched him in appearance and referred to him as “Brother Rui”, even when they did as he requested- it didn’t feel like the bond he craved. They did his every command like soldiers given orders: gestures that should feel loving in theory were stiff, and any games they played they always let Rui win out of fear.

He knew it was of his own making; this pretend family of theirs was never gonna feel right. Still- he needed them around for practicality. Having as many demons there meant food was never scarce, and it pleased Lord Muzan the numbers he reported back.

In the end of the day- he supposed it wasn’t all too bad, really.

For what he lacked in the forest, he unexpectedly gained at the castle.

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“Come here!” Hands grabbed him from behind as Rui exited the main room. The Lower Moons had been summoned for their yearly quota, so he figured he wouldn’t run unto any of the upper ranked. “There you are, little spider! I’ve been looking for you!”

“L-lady Daki?” He yelped upon seeing her grinning face. Her hair was still stained black- she must have just gotten back from the district. “Can I help you?”

“I thought I told you before- drop the lady part! I hate it.” Something dark passed over her expression before she was grinning again, pulling him in her arms and spinning him around. “If you want to call me anything, call me Big Sister Daki! You’re only what- a few centuries younger right?”

Big sister. So many spiders in his forest call themselves that by his order, but they didn’t feel genuine. This…this did. “B-Big sister, Daki?”

“There you go! And Gyutaro- he’s your big brother. I’ll get him to go with it, don’t worry.” When she put him back down, he was slightly dazed- more so at the claim then the twirls she pulled. “As your official big demon sister- I want in on this whole game you got going on with Lord Douma and Akaza.”

“Game?”

“Yeah! They always play with you whenever you come by- I want to play too! We both do, right Gyo?” She grinned as her brother emerged from her back, landing on his feet with ease.

“Don’t speak for me so easily, Daki! But…yeah, I guess so.” He shrugged, eyes curious as he looked down at the wide eyed spider. “Why so shocked? Don’t like what you see?”

“No…No, that’s not it.” Was he hearing this right? Two moons willingly seeking him out to play! “I just..I guess I’m a bit happy.”

“PFFT! Just a bit?” Gyutaro laughed, slapping his knees as he doubled over. “I guess we aren’t as grand as the big three, are we sister?”

“That’ll change. Come on- I know a fun game!” Daki reached out, taking Rui’s hand in hers as they began walking to wherever. Rui felt his hand trembling some in her own, his reflection in the red polish of her nails.

He looked…alarmed, but also…happy.

With a hesitant move, he squeezed her hand back.

~~~

“Okay- this is the deal. You come right here…yeah, good. Now- stay still and close your eyes.” Daki brought his hands up to his face, using his sleeves for extra coverage. “Count to ten, and then look.”

“Hide and seek?” Rui asked behind the thick fabric of his sleeves.

“Not exactly. We call it ‘Bat Vision.’ The goal is to figure out where we are before we tag you, okay?” She squeezed his shoulders once before backing away. “Ready…go!”

“Erm…1…2…3…” As he counted, the smell of Daki’s perfume faded. Gyutaro must have returned to her back-he couldn’t hear or smell him either. There were no footsteps, no sounds at all behind his cocoon of sleeve.

“4….5….6…”

Was he doing this right? Were they nearby?

“7….8…”

Did they…did they leave? He wouldn’t be surprised if they did.

“9….”

Still no smell, sound, or indication they were near. They left. Rui felt his lip quiver.

“....10.” He brought his arms down, fighting off tears in the still room.

“GOTCHA!”

“AH!” Rui squawked when hands grabbed his waist, digging into his ribs. “Aheahhahhahahaha! Whahahahhat?”

“Like my new trick? Even demons can’t detect me!” Daki laughed from behind, pulling him back until he was squirming in her lap. “Even with all those spidey senses of yours! I figured you’d set a web up so you’d sense me, but you played fair!”

“Whahahahhait, yoohohohohu diihihiihihihdn’t leheahhahahhahve? Ahehahahhahahaha I tohohohohought yoohohoohohu juuhuhuuhuust ghahahahhahve uhuuuhuhp!”

“Pfft- like I’d do that! Where’d I go?” Daki rolled her eyes, something soft entering her voice as she carried on scratching her nails along his belly. “You really thought I’d leave you?”

“Ahehahahahahaha! Ahehahahahhahha, I dhooohohohn’t knohohohohohw!”

“Well- that makes me mad! Gyutaro- get out here! We got a spider to squish!” Daki called out, her brother running out from around the nearby corner.

“Oi, so little spider boy thinks we’d be asshats and leave him, eh? Tch, tch tch. Shameful.” Once there, he gestured for Daki to roll him over. “Come here- you little runt!”

“AH! Ahehahahahaha, nohoohohoohohooho I’m sahahahahhahharry!” Rui squealed as his feet were grabbed, Gyutaro wiggling along his kicking soles as Daki carried on pinching his ribs. “Aheahhahhahahah sthahahahahhhap, pleahahhhahahse!”

“Heh- alright, alright. Daki, reel it in.” Gyutaro scribbled a hand against Daki’s chin, making her jerk back with a short squeal. Rui slumped, arms around his belly as his skin tingled. “But seriously- you didn’t think we’d leave you behind, did you?”

“I…I did.” No point lying- they must have heard his voice crack while counting. “I’m used to people doing so, I guess.”

“Huh.” The siblings shared a look over him in silent conversation. Then Daki’s arms pulled him up so she could hug him properly, resting her chin against the top of his head.

“That makes you like us officially then. We’ve had people leave us behind too.” She squeezed him gently. “That’s why you’ve got us now.”

“Yeah. No matter what happens, we’re a trio going forward.” Gyutaro reached out, wiping a stray tear that fell down the spider’s cheek. “Unless a fourth guy shows up- then we’re a square.”

“Why the hell does it have to be a square? I say we’re a diamond! And also- what if she’s a girl?”

“You know what I mean! And besides- squares are better. They hold more things.”

“Diamonds are prettier.”

“Eh.”

“Oh you wouldn’t know good jewels if they were stuck up your-”

Rui giggled in his hands as the siblings argued, snuggled back into Daki’s arms with a happy sigh.

Just like that- his pretend family became a little more real.

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #upper moons #lower moons #rui #daki #gyutaro #12 kizuki #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #some light angst #we had to squeeze it in there somewhere :P #Mostly fluff though #Daki and Gyutaro adopt Rui #SoftSpotForRui #I just love these kids AHH!

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