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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 | 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | it’s never a good idea to fall in love with a john, but there’s something about seth that keeps you coming back. anyway, it’s not love if it’s just fucking, right? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | seth pryce (looper, 2012) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut— fingering (f!receiving), unprotected sex, light bondage, sex work/implied sex work, mentions of drug use, admissions of love, reader is stubborn and seth is too whipped for his own good 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | yes, i gave seth a last name, it was bothering me that he didn’t have one, thanks @earlgreydream for helping me come up with it hehe, also this isn't like FULL smut, it's a little bit of smut with a lot of angsty fluff so be prepared for that

He was right where you always found him, just like every night. You had lost count of the amount of times that you had found Seth backstage after a performance, hoping to see you for a second before you had to go work the floor, but you always gave him at least a kiss on the cheek as you passed by him, usually too rushed to allow for anything else. He was, after all, your favorite and most loyal customer.

You could remember the night you met Seth clearly. It was after a performance, your skin still sparkling with sweat and glitter, and you had literally run into him, knocking your shoulder into him. By the state of his dress, a chic grey suit with smudged eyeliner, you assumed he had a good reason for being backstage, but it turned out his reason was fucking dumb. He explained it to you that night as you sat on his thigh: his friend Joe was dating another performer Suzie (you knew her well, and you laughed at the use of his word ‘dating’; “Dancers don’t date, honey,” you had said, and Seth had rolled his eyes and continued with his story) and, in Joe’s pursuit to find Suzie, he had left Seth in the dust. “And then,” Seth had said, his hands smoothing down your sides to your hips. “You.”

La Belle Aurore wasn’t the prettiest club in Kansas City, but it was special to you. You had been working there for years, ever since they could possibly legally hire you, although Belle wasn’t known for often doing things the legal way. Nights dragged on, gat men buying your time and body for their enjoyment, but sometimes you’d get the occasional group of loopers who were typically up to no good, drops in their eyes and their fresh silver ready to blow. Loopers were easy; most times, they were idiots who saw a pair of tits and nothing past that, and you could get away with charging just a little extra for a dance. Your first night with Seth, he proudly told you he was a looper, and you had laughed. “Right,” you said. “Because I’m supposed to be comforted by the presence of someone who kills for cash.” Seth took your ribbing in stride, and it became a habit of yours: he would buy a dance, and you would insult him for a moment before indulging him in his dance.

There was something about Seth that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. He was a handsome guy, tall and thin at the risk of being lanky, long ginger hair that he always had pulled back away from his eyes. His eyes, a muddy green, always lined with smudged grey liner, were showstoppers for you, and you had told him once that you only ever gave him dances to look at his pretty face. He wasn’t just handsome, though; it was the way he acted that you loved. Around the other loopers, he was crass, cursing every other word and smacking your ass and boasting about his skills as a “stone-cold killer”, but his asshole nature was only bettered by the way he truly was.

Only you saw the true Seth. During your time together, you had managed to fall into a routine of him taking you home with him and fucking, then falling asleep at his place and leaving for yours in the mid-morning. Those little talks right after sex, Seth laying next to you and smoking a cigarette, his hair fanned beautifully on the pillow, were what you looked forward to every night. Under the layer of asshole-ness, Seth Pryce was a kind man, loving and deep. He fretted about you, he pondered the morality of the job that he had chosen for himself, and he always, always apologized for the things he had done in front of the other loopers. “I don’t know why I feel like I need to put up a front,” he confessed one night. “It’s easier to act like I don’t really care than to… Y’know, admit that I do care. I’m trying to work on that.”

Seth was exactly where you usually found him, in a far corner backstage, where the stage manager wouldn’t find him, and you grabbed his hand and smiled as you dragged him into a kiss. His hands went to your waist and dragged you into his body, his mouth open as he kissed you back. You couldn’t help the little satisfied moan you gave, and Seth chuckled. “Hi, baby,” he whispered lowly, his hands greedily skimming from your waist down to your ass. “God, you look pretty today.”

“Thanks,” you told him. You took the lapel of his jacket and tugged him down to you, letting your red-painted lips touch his ear, and you whispered, “I haven’t been bought out tonight, if you want a dance.”

“Really?” Seth asked. His eyes glittered at you as he took in the sight of your face, and you pulled him back into a hungry kiss. Your body was still thrumming from the energy of the stage, and Seth kissed back once more before pulling away, his hand coming up to brush your hair out of your eyes. “Gat men usually snatch you up.”

“Not tonight,” you said. “C’mon, one dance. For old time’s sake.”

“Right, ‘old times’,” Seth chuckled. “You give me a lap dance and hang me out to dry, yeah. Y’know, I never did like that.”

“Bullshit,” you told him. “You loved it.”

“Bullshit?” Seth echoed. “You think I like being blue-balled more than actually getting to fuck you? In the privacy of my own home, too. You think I liked that shit more?”

“You loved it,” you said, playfully narrowing your eyes. “Fine. I’ll see if I can kick off early tonight.”

“Well, wait a second,” Seth began, a mischievous smile on his lips. “I never said I didn’t want a dance.”

You rolled your eyes, and you tugged him back into a kiss. “You better not cum in your pants this time,” you said into his mouth, and Seth sighed as you giggled.

“Fuck you, babe,” Seth said. “That was one time.”

“One time you’ll never live down,” you replied. “C’mon, let’s go home and I’ll give you the dance there.”

You saw the reaction that your words had on Seth, his eyes sparking and a smile growing. Home. You didn’t know why you had said that instead of “your place”, like you usually would. You had a home— your own apartment, on the other side of the city from Seth’s place. True, you did spend many nights at Seth’s place, more than your own, but you weren’t sure why your tongue had slipped. Seth’s place was comforting, but it wasn’t home. It made it sound too peaceful for you, too idyllic, like you were describing your boyfriend’s place. Seth was not your boyfriend. You did not love him.

It was like you had told him, dancers don’t date. You had scoffed at the idea of Joe and Suzie and at yourself and Seth; monogamy wasn’t possible with this job. Even if Seth wanted that, even if he didn’t care about all of that, you couldn’t grant it to him. He was just a john, a man who looked lonely that you had offered a fix to. And sure, maybe you had all the hallmarks of love on the brain when you thought about him or when you were with him, but admitting that you had fallen in love with him opened up too many complications.

In short, even though you knew you were in love with Seth, there was no way you could admit it.

You somehow managed to convince your boss that you were sick, and you escaped with Seth out front. Riding on the back of his bike was a thrill for you, and Seth had told you that he loved the way your legs and arms wrapped around him. You mashed your cheek into his back as he drove, the roar of the slat bike almost deafening, and you couldn’t help but smile. Seth himself was such a thrill, and you couldn’t help the way that your heart danced at the simple sight of him. The night air was cold as you raced through the streets and, once you reached Seth’s place, he helped you off of his bike and kissed you.

You stumbled into his place, and Seth instantly pressed you against the wall and kissed you. He was always so nasty with it, kissing you long and hard, his hands wandering everywhere, and he was quick to grab you by the backs of your thighs and lift you onto his hips. The place was dark, but he expertly carried you to the bed, never letting his mouth leave yours. He laid you down gently, his hands smoothing down your legs to secure the around his waist, and he broke the kiss to whisper, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you whispered quickly, and he smiled. The silver moonlight coming through the big window by his bed cast him in a beautiful light, and you quickly freed his hair from its restraints. You carded your hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face, and you added, “How’re you so handsome?”

“I just am,” Seth told you, and you smiled as he dove back in for another kiss. His mouth was hot on yours, his body vibrating against you, and your hands went to push off his jacket. You needed to feel his skin on yours as soon as possible, and he seemed to need the same, what with the speed that he undressed you. Before he could strip you of your underwear, though, you stopped him.

“I promised you a dance, didn’t I?” you told him. “Sit down, honey, I’ll make it good for you.”

“Fuck that,” Seth panted, grabbing at your tits. His mouth found its way to your neck, and he held you close and sucked at your skin for a moment. He was greedy, but you loved it. You would let him take whatever he wanted from you, no questions asked. “I need to get inside you as soon as I can.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the haste in which Seth finished undressing you, and, as he snapped your bra strap with his teeth, mumbled out, “Don’t laugh at me.”

“You’re just so desperate,” you chuckled. “It’s really cute.”

“I’ll show you cute,” Seth said, and he nudged your legs open wider to fit himself between your thighs. You could feel his hard cock through his trousers, pressing right against your burning cunt, and you gasped. Every time, the feel of his cock shocked you.

“Seth,” you whimpered, and his big hands went to his belt. “Baby, no teasing.”

“Who’s desperate and cute now?” he mumbled under his breath with a cheeky flick of his eyebrows, and he unbuckled his belt. “Gimme your hands.”

Dutifully, you extended your hands to Seth, and he quickly took them and pulled your hands above your head, close to the slatted headboard. He made quick work of securing your hands to the headboard, the leather of the belt cutting blissfully into your wrists, and he shoved two fingers between the leather and your hand, testing the tightness. “Is that alright, baby?” he asked, and you nodded quickly.

“Good,” Seth replied, and he kissed you again, this time a little calmer and sweeter. “Open your legs, baby. Show me where you want me.”

You couldn’t help but part your thighs, just the way he asked, and he kissed down your naked body, taking special care to suck at your tits as he passed by. You instinctively tried to reach down, to grab him by his hair and tug, but the belt did its job, keeping your hands up and out of the picture. Seth smiled like a devil at the sound of the metal buckle hitting his headboard slats, and you whined and wriggled underneath him. “Seth?”

“I’m here, baby,” Seth told you. “Just watching you… I think I’ll use my fingers first, d’ya like that idea?” The teasing bastard took two of his fingers, long and thin like the rest of him, and let them glide up your puffy lips, collecting the wetness that you had made for him in such a short time. There was something about him that turned you on like nothing else and, while you rationally knew that it was because you were in love with him, your irrational, I-won’t-say-I’m-in-love brain chalked it up to him being ridiculously attractive.

His other hand gently touched your hip as he pushed his middle finger into you first, and you groaned at the sudden intrusion. “Yeah?” Seth whispered, and you nodded before you let your head fall back. “Oh, good girl. Taking me so nicely. Have you been fucked yet today?”

You hated the answer to the question, and you sighed heavier than you meant to. “Yeah,” you mumbled, and you expected Seth to cringe and fall away. Typically, men didn’t like to know that their for-hire toy wasn’t exclusive to them, especially recently, but Seth seemed to like it. “What, are you thinking of some other guy fucking me?”

“I am,” Seth nodded, curling his finger inside you. Your leg twitched as he barely caught that spongy nerve inside you, and you jutted your hips down, hoping to get more of him. “But that’s not a bad thing, baby. I actually like thinking about it.”

“Really?” you asked, wrinkling your nose. “Why?”

“Well,” Seth started. His finger started to pick up speed inside you, fucking you as he spoke, and the feeling of his index finger lightly stroking your lips made it so you could hardly focus on Seth’s words. “I really like knowing that, out of all the poor bastards you could have chosen, you chose me. Makes me feel special, y’know? That, and I love knowing that I can and do fuck you better than they do.”

“Chose you?” you repeated. “What do you mean?”

Seth wrinkled his eyebrows, and he pulled his fingers from you. “Alright,” he sighed. “I guess we’ll talk about this now.”

“No, what?” you asked. “Talk about what?”

Seth was quiet as he reached up and undid your hands, and he tugged you close, settling you in his lap, straddling his waist. He still wore his trousers, the button and zip yawning open to show the little thin happy trail that led to the hair peeking out of his pants. “I know it scares you to say it,” Seth whispered, pushing your hair out of your face. “It scares me too. Not because of what you do or anything, I just… I don’t let people in. I try not to, anyway. It’s easier… Remember what we talked about? It was a while ago, but I said that I needed to work on letting people in. And this is the first step… I love you. I love you, and… You chose me. You chose me to love you, a-and you chose to love me back.”

“Seth,” you whispered. Your legs were shaking with anxiety, and Seth’s warm hand flat against your back did little to help calm you down. “I don’t—”

“You say that, though,” Seth interrupted you. “I know; you don’t love me, right? But everything you do totally contradicts that.”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Like…” Seth started, shrugging heavily. “I don’t know. Little things, you making me dinner after we fuck, staying with me all night, letting me have the last cigarette. Shit like that, y’know?”

“It’s called being nice,” you said uneasily.

“It’s called being in love,” Seth countered quickly. “Whatever, all I’m trying to say is that you chose me to fuck on the regular as opposed to, like, Joe or Kid Blue or someone, and I appreciate it, and I love you.”

You sighed. “I just can’t say it,” you mumbled. You lightly played with the ends of Seth’s ginger hair as you thought about your next words, and you said, “Because if I say it, then it’s real. And it can’t be real, I-I don’t… I’m not made for love, Seth. I’m just not.”

“Everyone’s made for love,” Seth told you. His grip became less tight, less of trying to keep you from escaping and more tender and reverent, and he added, “Everyone is made to be loved. Even you.”

“But I can’t be loved,” you protested. “I-I’m, men pay to fuck me, that’s not—”

“You’re not worth any less,” Seth replied. His hands came up to cup your face, and he landed a soft kiss to your mouth. “Look at me, I’m a killer. Men pay me to kill people. And I’m not any less worthy of love or affection or anything, right?” You sniffled as the hot prick of tears hit your eyes, and you shook your head.

“You’re amazing, Seth,” you sniffled. “You’re the most lovable person I know.”

“And you are the most lovable person I know,” Seth said gently. “You don’t have to say that you love me, you really don’t, because I know you do.”

“But I can’t love you—”

“But you can,” Seth said quickly. “What’s stopping you?”

Your mouth felt dry, and you were sure that he could feel your heartbeat against his chest. “I just can’t say it out loud,” you told him. “I can show you all day long, but saying it means that we love each other and tell each other, and I’m pretty sure that means we’re dating.”

“Are we not?” Seth asked, his face scrunching in confusion.

“I told you months ago,” you said. “Dancers don’t date.”

“Shit,” Seth mumbled. “I told Joe that we were.”

“Why would you—!” you started, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Seth!”

“I thought we were!” Seth said quickly, and he smiled. “Listen. If you don’t feel like you can say it yet, that’s okay. For whatever reason’s stopping you, it's okay. But you do deserve to know how I feel, and I feel like I love you. Alright? Is that a good compromise?”

“No,” you insisted. “I want to tell you because I do, but I feel like saying it makes it… Real. And I can’t do real. Not right now.”

“Then, don’t,” Seth said. “Don’t say it.”

“I want to,” you told him. “The fact I wanna tell you means something, right?”

Seth nodded, and he smiled gently. “It does,” he said.

“I won’t say it,” you told him. “I know you want me to, but I won’t… At least, I won’t say it.”

“What do you mean?” Seth asked.

You grabbed his hand off of your back and threaded your fingers together, and you squeezed his hand hard three times. I love you. Squeeze squeeze squeeze. “But nothing changes,” you said quickly. “Alright? We go back to what we’ve been doing, picking me up at the club and bringing me home and all that, there’s no change in routine or anything.”

“You did it again,” Seth said. “Called my place home.”

You shrugged. “Your place feels like home,” you told him. “You feel like home.”

#seth pryce #seth looper #seth looper x reader #seth looper smut #paul dano #paul dano x reader #paul dano smut #paul dano x y/n #paul dano x you

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drowsystarlight · 2 years

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ok so i'm not sure if you've ever made a post about your oc's. BUT if you have i would love to see some lore because i am SO curious about them bc they look awesome

oh my god an anon for my KIDS??? i am so flattered. oh my god give me a moment

i removed the public link for all my oc lores bc im putting it in a webcomic THATS GONNA B OUT AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE FOR MY DEAD ART STUDENT BRAIN but yes anyway i can introduce who they are real quick

long post tho,,,, whoopsi

this pink hair babie is Polaris, she's a star god and Essentially the queen of the universe bc she can manipulate this thing called Stardust,,, which is in literally every existing and living thing in the universe to exist,,,, Yeah anyway for a personality: she is a small thing with massive attitude, has an ever-present resting bitch face and take-no-shit attitude . also she has a knack of going for violence immediately as a solution . "what do you mean i can just talk them down?? nope . they need to die . their whole species needs to die actually". she has the power to smite planets and shut off stars if she wanted to. she also fucks around the asteroid belts sometimes for fun lol

her lore is very simple she's basically just a descendant of the last star god so now she's just doing her job while going around outer space >:3

tldr: very strong humanoid star god . eats batteries and cars and metal bc her core is a star and thrives on energy basically . big furnace as throat . probably overgrown kirby . always sparkles and is a glitter goblin (she likes anything gold and sparkly)

Next up is this trashbag and its just Saeth Asterhold a.k.a my misery business mascot bc his life just sucks so bad and he's unluckily lucky (imagine he gets a random dollar bill on the street as a lucky find and then he gets hit by a car like 5 seconds after that . that's what i mean with unluckily lucky . i hope it makes sense)

he is a tiny little human living his tiny little life . also he's definitely an eboy . also emo . he has a pet cat named Morgan and it's actually a magic shadow cat w 3 eyes (the kitty polaris is patting in the image above this hehe)

his lore is VERY CRAPTASTIC basically he sees the magic things normal humans shouldnt ever since he survived an accident at 13 yrs old (ghosts, gods, magic creatures, you name it) so he freaked out and got diagnosed with Schizophrenia for seeing things that arent there (its obviously a wrong diagnosis lol he is literally seeing the worl in its bare magic gears) so he just deals w that AND insomnia and college day to day,,,, yep he is a 22 yr old college student heeho he is just miserable

polaris and saeth both meet bc saeth fucked up, made a wish on a shooting star, and polaris has to grant it bc its also part of her job BUT the wish was so vague and fucky that it just got them stuck together. its the synopsis of their whole story lol basically saeth has to babysit a humanoid star god with ZERO human experience . on earth . and the said star god find humans dumb . its all fun and games

also they're a throuple !!!! this is the last member !!!! this is Enver !!! I changed his first name recently and i used to call him Irving a lot so me and my friends got used to it aha

anyway he is your local default protag, also 22 yrs old and in college, is an older brother to his sibling (nyx!!!! i will talk about them sometime else hehe), a part time worker in the same cafe Saeth works in, AND a sun champion !! he juggles college and work and sibling duty and champion duty everyday . very busy hyperactive but nice person . i love him . he is a great man !! also he is trans and its a big part of his whole story and lore stuff hehee

he's half human and half god bc of his champion occupancy, and the job he does is that he protects earth from these creatures called Void Creatures (wow im very creative at naming things) bc those things prey on negative human things !! he has sun and fire powers !!!! also a notorious fuckboy but in this story its more or less a misunderstanding !! also his lore is craptastic as well . all my ocs have craptastic lores i love writing suffering

anyway he is also Polaris's subordinate (since the sun is a star,,,,, and he + his god pulls power from that aha) and he hates her for being a genocidal asshat so they fight a lot but this trio is very solid and they work well together (,,,when they have to)

OKAY THIS ENDED UP VERY LONG i tried to keep it as small and short as possible but ALAS i talk a lot bc i love my kids,,,,, i have more ocs but they're kinda In The Backseat bc i have favoritism and these 3 are my favorite so i draw them almost all the time,,,, my poor other ocs LMAO

thats all THANK U ANON IM GLAD U LOVE MY CHAOS COSMIC KIDS !!!! this might be a long shot but im writing them in a Soul Eater au (so far only polaris and saeth have showed up bc they're in the main group, Ethan is in the side characters unfortunately) so if you're curious abt how they act (bc obv their lores in their original world is different), you can read it here on ao3 !!

#neeks does a talking #asks answered #neeks inbox #cosmic chaos (ocs)#universal rejects #ily anon this ask made my day i love my little blorbos so much #IM VERY HAPPY U FIND THEM COOL!!!!!#<3 <3 <3

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starbuckie · 3 years

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𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

challenge: time travel challenge by @justagirlinafandomworld

prompt: “we’re divorced?”

pairing: sirius black x reader

words: 5.7k words

warnings: FOURTH WALL BREAK!!(sorry im very excited about that), lots of angst, almost smut(hehe), sirius lowkey has a breeding kink, sirius is an asshole for a bit, the smallest bit of fluff, fix-it, and the same time travel theory as back to the future

summary: an unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

a/n: wow, i normally don’t write for harry potter so this was a nice change. anyways, this is for yvette’s time travel writing challenge, and everybody say HAPPY BIRTHDAY YVETTE! i’m so sorry this is late, it got deleted and i needed to re-edit, but i truly appreciate your friendship and your lovely, amazingly beautiful self, and I’m so so glad that we became friends :) this fic is not beta-read at all, so if you see any mistakes tell me, but otherwise i really hope you enjoy this fic<3

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It still wasn’t over. After all she had lost, more specifically everyone she had lost, and the shitty cycle that she had to call her life, it still wasn’t over. The people she had watched the life drain from, the screams of those suffering from the loss caused by the Dark Lord, and yet life still hadn’t had its fill of torturing Y/N. Grimmauld Place felt empty without the kids, without the Weasleys, but they had gone back to their home and soon enough she would have to as well. Harry had gone back to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, though she’d argued to hold onto him just a bit longer after-

After Sirius had died.

Time had passed, maybe two or three weeks, but no matter what the woman couldn’t bring herself to get out of Sirius’ old bedroom, simply staring at the ceiling with her tears at bay. Her and Sirius had been a complicated thing, to say the least, a topic nobody had brought up since 1983, when she had banned it. Not as if there was much to talk about after the divorce and Sirius going to Azkaban. After Lily and James had died, after she had fought with Dumbledore for custody of Harry, after she had become a professor at Beauxbatons and moved to France without a second thought. Sirius had been locked up after he’d hurt her in the worst possible way, and Y/N’s heartbroken soul found no other reason to return to England.

But, she pushed those bad memories to the back of her mind. It seemed so trivial, looking back on it. Not the broken house, of course, that had been his own mistake. But Y/N had many regrets, all of them seeming to revolve around the mischievous black-haired man who she had fallen in love with as a teen. The night it went down, the night their relationship had fractured at the seams and fallen down, was her greatest one however. It had been so stupid, so, so stupid, but they’d both gotten caught up in the moment, and Y/N had let him die without knowing how much she was sorry for that night that they let their fears consume them.

The cries that she had tried so hard to contain finally broke free from the restraints of her heart. “I’m so sorry, Siri,” she whispered into the air, “I couldn’t save you this time.” As the hot, salty tears ran down her cheeks, Y/N shuffled across the room, letting her feet drag her to the old Black family room, the dark green walls embracing her rainy emotions.

A little gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portraits among the wall. The Black family tree was faded along the age-old wall, but what she was really looking for was the burned out image of her raven-haired love. There, right next to Regulus, was a black spot, scorned and scarred by the prestigious family for being a blood traitor. Y/N smiled and traced the burn with her finger, remembering their fourth year when she had accompanied him home for the holidays so he wouldn’t be completely alone in the hellhole he had to call his house. Sirius had snuck them up to this room and spent the night talking in hushed whispers sworn secrets. “I’ll be yours forever, Siri, and I’m sorry for fighting with you. I wish-” she sniffled, glaring at the spot in the wall as she tried to garble out her words, “I wish, I could go back in time, and just fix it. Just me and you, and that stupid night, with the bloody fight about children because you deserve it all, darling.”

“Ah, I think you can.”

Y/N turned around, her eyes wide with fear. That was not Kreacher’s voice. There stood a younger woman, around nineteen, a scroll of paper and a quill in her hand. There was a whisper of a smirk on her face, brown eyes glittering even in the dimness in the room. “Who the hell are you?” Y/N looked at the door, which was still closed as she left it. She cast her wand out, pointing it at the stranger who did nothing but smile. “How did you get in here? Are you with the Lord?”

“With Voldemort?” The woman simply laughed. “Dude, I’m not with ‘the Lord’,” she added with air quotations. “Also I’m not really even here, so don’t you worry about that. My name’s Malia.”

Malia held her hand out, but Y/N kept her guard up. “You’re American. What brings you here? Are you a muggle?”

“Oh, nope, not a wizard, I’m just the author of this story.” Malia confided. “I’m here to tell you that you can fix this.”

“Fix… what?” Malia just rolled her eyes and sighed, staring up towards the ceiling as she spoke.

“God, did I write you to be hard of hearing now, too? I ought to fix that when I get back.” The woman blankly stared at the strange girl, wondering what the actual fuck she was talking about. “I can give you the chance to go back in time, Y/N. It won’t be for long, it’s really not gonna be interesting for more than two hours at most, but that should be enough time to tell the gang about what’s to come with Voldemort.”

“Like... time travel?” Y/N asked. The only way she knew how to time travel was the time turners. “But all of the ti-”

“Time turners were destroyed in the Department of Mysteries, I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve read Harry Potter more times than I’ve said ‘I love you’ to my parents.” Malia smiled. “I’m the author, I make the rules, and my rule is that I’m giving you two hours in 1978 to talk to Sirius so he can fix the emotional fucking mess left behind by J.K. Rowling.”

“Who’s J.K. Rowling?” Malia shuddered at the name.

“A raggedy-ass, transphobic bitch who wrote y’all into existence, but she’s not of importance right now.” She checked the small, rectangular box in her hand, which glowed and provided little light in the darkened room. “Let’s see, it’s currently eleven-forty, so you have until one-forty to find the Marauders and fix this future. It may not be fixed in the books in the future, but if you are able to do it here that’s all that matters.” Malia’s brown eyes were downcast, her bright and loud personality dimming for just a moment before returning to Y/N’s confused gaze once more. “Try not to screw up too much while you’re there, just enough that you defeat the Dark Lord the first time. Tell Sirius all you know and that should be enough for him to fix all the mistakes, but do not under any circumstances let him or anyone else know who you are. I wish you luck, Y/N, it was nice to meet ya in person.”

And with a peace sign in front of her face, she disappeared into a flash of neon pink light.

“Bloody hell! Fix my future? Talk to Sirius? If this even is time travel, then how am I supposed to get there- AH!” Y/N’s body felt like it was turning inside out, her guts being torn from her stomach and back into it again. A delirious giggle arose from her lips in the black void she was pulled into, and a soft chatter could be heard, like voices at the end of a tunnel.

“Blimey, looks like we got ourselves a nutter on school grounds.” Y/N’s arms flailed around, desperately seeking some sort of grounding surface to hold on to when her back hit a rough surface. There was an audible crack somewhere in her body, but she felt so sick that she couldn’t tell where.

“Are you okay, ma’am? You just appeared from the sky and hit the ground.” Warm, brown eyes met Y/N’s, a familiar mess of black curls resting atop of the boy’s head. Large, rounded glasses sat perched on the tip of his nose, and an impish smile, one she used to know so well before he died, met his lips.

“James,” she sighed. The boy stared at her strangely, and only then did she notice the three other boys and girls each behind them. Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, Marlene, and Alice.

Sirius.

The sight that met her eyes made her nearly emotional. It had technically been only three weeks since she had seen him, but here was the young boy she had fallen in love with. The one who charmed her with his smart words and witty retorts to her brush-offs, who used to hold her in his arms in the most intimate and gentle ways. His grey eyes sparkled with curiosity, the infamous Marauder mischief swirling within the silvery pools.

Seeing him so young tugged at her heartstrings, and though she wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms and never let go, a small, niggling feeling at the back of her head held her back. Was there something wrong?

“You know me?” Oh right, she was currently thirty-five. Looking around she noticed that she was outside the quidditch pitch, and there were other students, staring at her with widened eyes. No one knew she was Y/N L/N, their fellow schoolmate and probably one of the very few of them that survived the Death Eaters attacks. None of them were aware how it ended, or how it was currently going for them back in 1996, and in this time there was the first Wizarding War going on and they had every right to be terrified for their lives.

James now took a more defensive stance, standing tall and holding his wand out. “Who are you?”

She couldn’t give him the answer, instead letting her mouth gape open as she stared at him with wide eyes. Y/N looked across the grounds for the nearest exit, which was down by Hagrid’s hut and into the Forbidden Forest. It was her only choice at this point, to hide in the dark, creepy space, maybe just until the students went away so she could find Sirius and talk to him alone. It’d be hard to separate him from the boys, but if Lily were occupied with James it sure would be easy.

Her younger, seventh-year self didn’t seem to be in the audience, thank Merlin, and with that knowledge, she got up and ran, ignoring her screaming muscles. That time travel really did a number on her.

As she ran through the crowd, shoving people aside, she heard the students mutter, too much in shock and disarray to stop the crazy, old woman who knew James Potter.

“This is dodgy.”

“Someone ought to tell Dumbledore about this.”

“She kinda looks like Y/N L/N.’

“Don’t insult the poor girl like that, that wonker is ages old.”

“Come back here! Who the bloody hell are you?” Y/N’s heart beat quickly in her chest, threatening to burst out. Only three minutes in the past and it was all going straight to shit. “Stupefy!”

Shit. “No, James, please don’t-“ Her body hit the ground and her eyes closed, the last thing she saw being the pumpkin patch by the hut.

“I see you’re awake now, Ms. L/N.” Dumbledore stood above Y/N in the hospital ward bed, his grey beard dangling in front of her face. Her first instinct was to start blaming him for everything that had happened, starting from Lily and James’ deaths to Sirius’, already opening her mouth to call him an old, senile cow, but then she realized that Harry hadn’t been sent to the Dursleys yet, much less been born yet, so none of it would have an effect on him. Y/N’s second instinct was to question how Dumbledore knew who she was in 1978, but her former Headmaster started to speak before she could do so. “I must admit, it’s very courageous, that stunt you just pulled. I don’t think Ms. Louie will be too happy about that.” Y/N sent him a questioning stare. “Malia, the girl you met earlier. Malia Louie.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, how did you know it was me?” She was dressed in a white gown that went to her knees, and behind him she could see her blouse and jeans folded and clean. Ah, the Hospital Wing. She had brought the boys here more times than she could count in her years at Hogwarts. “I don’t exactly look as young as I used to.”

“Ah, don’t worry Ms. L/N, you’ve kept your good looks quite nicely, even in your older age.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, his wrinkled eyes sparkling with joy. “And speaking of young, if you are still worrying yourself about your younger self, you can put that to a stop. I am aware that you are not able to tell anyone who you are, and time travel is exceptionally dangerous if you are seen by the other version of yourself. I’ve already told the students that you were just a stray witch, misguided in your ways and that you were well taken care of. However, I think that brings us to the question of what your intentions are in the past, Ms. L/N.”

“Headmaster, I don’t think I can tell you about my business here. I’ve already messed up by letting the school see me by letting everyone see me, I don’t know why that girl even sent me here, it’s clear that this was a mistake.” Y/N sat up on the headboard, feeling her eyes fill with tears once again. The tall arches of windows let the sun in the room, and she could see the specks of dust swirling around in the golden light. It had to be close to the end of the year for them, maybe sometime around April or May, near the end of N.E.W.T.s at least. She could imagine that it’d be easy for her to get out of Hogwarts for the day, with all the students studying for the stressful exams in the library, maybe she'd make her way to Hogsmeade and walk around or visit Hagrid under a false name to have some tea. He was always open for a nice cuppa with strangers on any free day he had. “Thank you Headmaster, for your kindness, but I really ought to be going. I-it was nice to see you.”

Y/N started to help herself out of the bed, swinging her feet over to touch the cool stone ground. Bones cracked with pain and fatigue, her muscles stretching sluggishly. Merlin, that she was not expecting that much hurt from the fall, but she should have never underestimated James Potter. No one ever should if they want to keep their good mind and sanity.

Dumbledore handed her her clothes, cracked lips set in a straight line as he nodded solemnly. “I hope you accomplish whatever it is you are here to do, Ms. L/N, but I have no doubt that you will.” With a sly wink, he added, “You were always one of our most ardent and bright students.”

Y/N let herself smile, and with a wave, swiftly brought herself to the door. “Thank you, Headmaster.”

After slipping outside, she ran down the corridors, echoes of her feet ringing lightly behind her. The courtyard proved to be empty and she quickly ducked behind a column and tugged her jeans on hastily, making sure that no professors came walking past. Though the sky proved to be bright and cheerful, a slight breeze carried through, making her fall off balance and fall on the cemented ground.

“Are you okay, darling? You look like you’re in need of a little help.” Y/N looked up to the speaking figure, one that she both loved and dreaded to see.

She gathered herself quickly, her mind running fast and heart beating out of her chest as she tried to get out. “Yes, I am okay, thank you for asking. I think I’ll just get up and going now, I don’t need to take time out of your day like this-”

“I know who you are, Y/N.”

Y/N came to a full stop, going against her brain that screamed at her to run away. Sirius looked downtrodden, his grey eyes watering despite the small hint of a smirk on his face. Though he was always one for playing around and not taking anything seriously, she knew when it was time to stop pretending and get real. “How’d you know it was me, Sirius?”

“You really don’t look bad for your age, darling.” He offered her a hand to help her up and she took it graciously, eyeing him nearly guiltily and forgetting about her promise to Y/N. But that was useless now, this moment with her first love was much more important. “Also you have the tattoo on your chest. I knew it was you the moment you landed on school grounds.”

She traced his gaze to her left collarbone, where a paw print, just barely visible beneath her low-cut blouse, sat. It was his, or Snuffles’, paw print, and at this point in time they had probably gotten it done about three months before. He had one for her too, a horseshoe for her horse patronus, right on his left side of his chest too. So they’d always be right next to each other’s hearts, as cheesy as it seemed.

But they were dumb, lovesick teenagers, and they acted the part well too. Their love was all-consuming, shagging in under the bleachers at the quidditch pitch and making out under the stars. It was fast, everything was fast, decisions, ideas, classes, all of them under the impression that they had to do everything right then or they’d be dead before they got to actually live. They had dreams of marriage, and a big, big family, obviously so far away from his family so they could never hurt their children’s lives the way they had hurt his.

They were fantasies, Y/N had known that well enough when she and Sirius got divorced, but it was something that eighteen year-old Sirius Black held close to his heart. No matter how shitty his life got, he was always a firm believer in a happy ending. In their happy ending.

“How am I right now?” They now stood over the Black Lake, staring into the glittering depths of the water where some mermaids could be seen sneaking peeks at the handsome boy and the strange lady who had fallen from the sky.

Sirius stared at her questioningly for a moment. “How are you doing right now? I mean, I believe that I should be asking you that ques- oh, Merlin, I’m such a git, you meant your younger self.” Y/N laughed at that, her heart lifting with the goofiness of the old Sirius relieving an ache in her heart that she had had for so long. Not that old (it felt weird to say that) Sirius had been anything less than silly and snarky, but it was never directed towards her. It was nice to have the resemblance of their old relationship back, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. “I suppose that you’re okay. You didn’t see, well, your big moment on the field, but at this point Lily has probably opened her big, fat mouth and told you. N.E.W.T.s are just finishing up, so you’re much more light-hearted than during the study season.”

“I really did have a stick up my arse during exam time, you always told me to loosen up-”

“Y/N, cut out the small talk, I think it’s okay for me to ask how and what is happening.” Sirius cut in.

So she told him. Y/N had always been upfront with people about everything. Or rather, she had learned how to be upfront with people after her and Sirius’ divorce. Without details of the deaths, she explained how she was sent back into the past to fix it in some conceivable way. However, she did tell him about the fall out. Maybe she wanted him to understand her pain, even though it was a younger him, but she had to admit to herself that it was because she just wanted Sirius, in whatever form life gave her to hear out her grievances and apologies.

Since her Sirius was dead before she could.

“We’re divorced?” Sirius looked about ready to break down into tears, almost as if the concept of them breaking up or separating was foreign to him. “What exactly did we fight over, Y/N? That doesn’t seem normal for the two of us.” Sirius asked.

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t a normal predicament for us. either…”

Sirius slammed the door shut, efficiently pinning her against it with his white button up ruffled up, navy tie hanging from his neck loosely. Y/N’s arms were held down tightly against the oak wood, the sensation of the cold door burning into her rather warm skin making her squeal. Her husband’s tongue worked its way through her parted lips, low groans rising from the back of his throat from the way she moaned in tandem with his hips pushing into hers. Legs wrapped around his tapered waist, the pink, floral skirt Y/N wore rising high on her thighs, revealing more of her flesh to the lust-filled man. Both of their giggles echoed off the hallway walls of their small cottage home, just four miles west of their best friends’.

As the twenty year-old man threw his wife unceremoniously on the bed, he shed himself of his shirt and swiftly unbuttoned his slacks, throwing them haphazardly across the room. Merlin, Y/N looked ethereal laying spread out on the bed, panties around her left ankle, swollen lips parted with short puffs of air leaving them. “You just get right down to business, don’t you, Black.”

Crawling over his body, his hot breath hit her neck as he growled against her skin. “Could say the same thing about you, darling.” Sirius’ lips made their way down every inch, every curve, nook, and cranny of Y/N’s body, smoothly slipping her clothes off as he did so. Her sweet gasps filled the bedroom, back arching off the bed to meet his chest. “I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, sweetheart, we’re-”

Y/N sat up straight, her eyebrows trained in confusion at her husband. “What? A baby?”

Sirius’ heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.” He remarked in a clipped tone. “Is that not what you wanted?”

Her mind recalled her words from earlier that day, as she chatted happily with Lily about the news of her pregnancy. “Siri, I said I may one day enjoy having a kid of my own. Not right now, of course, but later. After all, we only got married a few months ago, don’t you think we should hold off a bit on that? We’re twenty years-old, Siri, there’s so many years for that.”

Rage filled Sirius’ blood like a spreading fire. In all honesty, it wasn’t so much about his anger as it was his hurt and fear. Fear that she had realized how fucked up he truly was, fear that she realized what he had known all along- that she deserved better than him. “So you don’t want a baby with me?”

“I never said I didn’t want that, Sirius, I just said that I’m not ready!” Y/N yelled back. At this point both of them stood on opposite sides of the bed, faces hot with tears. “We’re in the middle of a bloody war, people we know, people we love, have lost their lives, and it is not the ideal environment to raise a child, Sirius! Just because James and Lily are ready to have one doesn’t mean that I am too!”

“When will you be ready, Y/N? When will it ever be enough time for you? When will I be enough for you?” The heartbroken girl tried to interject, but her voice was cut off by her husband’s quickly enough. Sirius climbed onto the bed, holding her chin harshly with one hand. “Tell me, did you ever want to be with me in the first place?”

“Yes, Sirius, of course I wanted to be with you.” His heart hurt looking at the love of his life in tears, but even that was able to melt his cold facade. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

“Then fucking prove it, Y/N.” With that declaration, he removed his hand from her face and gathered his clothes, slamming everything in their shared room as Y/N quivered, knees ready to buckle on the spot. “I’m going out, don’t wait up for me.”

As soon as the front door shut, she fell to the ground in tears, the laughter that once filled their home replaced with the sound of her shattered heart.

Y/N had done her best to not tear up during her explanation of the events that had taken that night, but Sirius' eyes watered, refusing to believe the truth. “No. No. I didn’t do that. Y/N, tell me,” he gripped her biceps with trembling hands, “please tell me I didn’t really do that. I can’t believe that I-I, that I-”

“You were drunk, Sirius, I don’t think you truly knew what you were saying at the time.” She sighed, “But people always say that drunken words are just sober thoughts.” Y/N rubbed her arms, just shivering slightly in the Scotland breeze. “You came back two hours later punching the wall and breaking it, and that’s when I knew that we wouldn’t last.”

The raven-haired boy’s head started to shake, even more mortified of the actions that his future self, the man he’d be in just two years' time, had done. “I packed up my things, not that there were many, we’d only moved into the house a month before, left, and I sent the divorce papers a week later. It was probably better that way, you would’ve divorced me if I hadn’t done it first.” Y/N had gotten used to telling her sob story to colleagues at Beauxbatons, to her family, but it felt different with pre-divorce Sirius. Of course, she had never thought she’d be in this citation either, so no one could really blame her for feeling weird. “You signed them easily, and my lawyer made sure that I never had to see you again.” Until Lily and James died.

“Until…” Sirius led on.

“Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you’ve always been able to read my mind. Shouldn’t have doubted it for a second.” He smiled at the sentiment, gesturing for her to continue. “I can’t tell you, Sirius, I hope you can understand that.”

“Why, Y/N, what happens that can be any worse in the future?” Oh dear, Sirius, you really do not want the answer to that question. She needed any way out of this conversation, after all running away was what she did best, and her eyes already searched for several routes to which she could run. Not that Y/N could ever outrun Sirius in his animagus form, but it was nice to have the belief that she could. The boy sensed her distress and grabbed hold of her hand. “You don’t have to tell me, darling, but I have to admit that I am a bit worried, just in the slightest.”

Y/N let herself calm down, squeezing Sirius’ hand and noticing his watch. She had actually given him that watch, gold-plated and dark grey metal, but it wasn’t the beauty of the gift that caught her eye, but rather the actual time on it. One-thirty.

How had that much time gone by so quickly? She was going to be sucked into the black void of time travel again in ten minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to unload nearly twenty years worth of history onto Sirius. No, he would go insane from that much knowledge, which was exactly against what Malia had advised.

“I don’t have enough time to tell you everything that happens in the future, Sirius. But what I am about to tell you is vital, absolutely vital for the good of all of us in the future.” Sirius nodded with a serious sort of smile on his face. “Don’t let Peter be Lily and James’ secret keeper. When the time comes that they move away, I’m not going to tell you where yet, do not under any circumstances let Peter be their secret keeper. I know he’s one of our best friends right now, and do not tell anyone about this, but he’s going to betray us in the worst way possible.”

While Sirius was shocked, he nodded solemnly and ran a hand through his long hair. “I won’t tell anyone, Y/N. Can I fix us, Y/N? I don’t know if you should be letting the key to a happier future rest in my hands.”

“I full heartedly trust that you’ll do some good, whatever the outcome may be. As for fixing us, I hope you can, but depending on what happens we’ll just have to wait and see.” She sighed, “If you want my opinion on it, I think that we both should have waited longer to get married. It was right after James and Lily got married, but we aren’t and never will be them. We both had a lot of growing up to do, so I would take it slowly. Communicate your wants and needs in the relationship and in the end it may not even be us together. But I know you, Siri, don’t let this get in the way of your entire life. The most important part is that you tell James and Lily about Peter.”

She glanced back up the school grounds where students could start to be seen leaving their classes. “You better get back to the castle, Sirius. McGonagall is going to come for your arse and this time the boys aren’t going to be able to cover for you.”

“If they knew where I was, darling, I don’t even think they’d believe me.” Sirius chuckled.

Y/N nodded in agreement and pulled Sirius into a tight hug. “You can do this, sweetheart, and even if you can’t, it will not stop me from loving you any less. Maybe the future wasn’t meant to be changed, but regardless of whether that is true or not, I know that you will try your hardest, Sirius. Just try not to die, okay?”

The boy was still clutching onto her tightly, his tears soaking her rose-colored blouse. “I’ll do my best, darling.”

With one last kiss on the forehead, she smiled at him. “I know you will, Siri.”

Y/N’s arse hit the floor once again, her spine cracking once again. “What’s the year?” She yelled out, reaching for the walls of the black family room.

But it wasn’t there. Upon opening her eyes, she saw James, Lily, and Sirius sitting at a wooden table in her old white cottage. A nice tea set, her grandmother’s as she realized later, sat in the center, along with a large stack of letters. “Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you, I’ve been worried sick!”

Her red-headed best friend scurried over to her, brushing invisible dirt off her shoulders and pulling her up abruptly. James fixed the glasses on his nose, cleaning them off with his striped jumper. “You look a little disheveled right now, Y/N, what ran you over?”

“You know who she reminds me of right now, Jamie? That crazy witch friend of Dumbledore’s that made her way onto campus back in seventh year.” Lily giggled as she hugged Y/N.

“Merlin’s beard, you’re right!” James walked over to the woman of the hour, ruffling her hair with a smirk on his face. “If you were about twenty years older I’d have no trouble believing you were the same person.”

While Lily and James recalled their memories from the strange woman all those years ago at Hogwarts, Sirius pulled Y/N aside, an arm wrapped around her waist. The warmth radiating from his body was nice, embracing her in a comfort she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I’m going to go ahead and believe that I did something right?” Sirius grabbed her hand, and only then did she notice the coolness of metal sitting on her left ring finger. There sat the single band of gold, a small ruby encased in its plating. She had once joked that diamonds were too overrated, and he went out and got her the most vibrant gem he could find, claiming that it was just like her. But regardless of its shape, size, or type of gem, it was there.

“Yeah, Siri,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “you did good.”

“Oi, Blacks, stop making out and get over here, we got a letter from Minnie!” James yelled, making both wives chuckle. “Harry’s gotten himself in detention for punching Malfoy again.”

“Oh, thank Merlin, the boy deserves a few more good hits.” Sirius laughed.

“McGonagall still talks to us?” Y/N asked in amazement. “You’ve got to get me caught up.”

“Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got all the time in the world.” Sirius gently placed his lips onto hers, and for once in nearly twenty years, Y/N felt at peace. There were no more hasty warnings of the future, no psychotic old men coming after her family, no young girls rushing in to tell her how to fix her screwed up life. Cracked, pink lips moving against her own, his tongue delving into her mouth, and Y/N knew she was finally off the clock.

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okay so~ this HC request is for both saeyoung and GE saeran (vee relationship deal)

so i have this huge white bunny plushie (i'll probably send you a picture of it in DMs). i've had it for a very long time, probably since i was a very little kid. i don't think i'll ever give it away lolol. i go back and forth between just letting it sit around and actually using it, and by "using it" i mean:

i tend to sleep on my side, and i'll wrap my arms (and sometimes my legs) around that thing and hold it securely when i go to sleep. a lot of times, i sorta need to hold onto something when i sleep? or like, have my hand under the pillow (which is still kinda holding it, if you think about it). and so the bunny is great for that. and... i may or may not've put saeyoung's jacket on it a couple of times hehe 👉🏻👈🏻 cos that way i get to hold both! (though i definitely have held just his jacket at least once)

i'll most likely give you a few more details in DMs, but the gist is... what would be their reactions to seeing this? im not exactly ashamed of it but i probably wouldnt do it until i was more comfortable, you know? cos its still kinda... "embarrassing" but on a smaller scale.

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YESSSS I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE.

As I think I’ve told you, I sleep with a very large stuffed leopard named Liliana. So for anyone who’s wondering: yes, it’s me, my partner, Liliana, and our 50 lb pitbull in the bed every night. It’s...something.

So this is just an excellent scenario and everything about it is good.

Also! I dunno if this is relevant, but I figure that in the world of my fic, the boys each have their own bedrooms. Our MC is sleeping in one room or the other, depending on the night—in my story specifically, she’s still sleeping in Saeran’s room like 75% of the time. But over time, it becomes more even. Anyway.

Ahem as always when I write reader X both twins, they are both dating you but not each other. <3

Saeyoung and Saeran with an MC who sleeps with a huge bunny plushie

If you’re a little bit embarrassed about the bunny, maybe you don’t bring her around at first. Maybe you feel a little guilty leaving her at home (or maybe that’s just me), but you don’t want to start off, from the very beginning, bringing a very large stuffed animal into the picture.

But you are so much more comfortable when you sleep with her in your arms! And somehow she makes her way to the bunker—somehow, you have sat her down in a corner (of Saeran’s room, probably) and left her there.

One night you fall into bed early, because you are absolutely exhausted—and this is rare for you, but your head hurts and you need to close your eyes. And they are still up, both of them (of course they are), and it’s so much better to fall asleep hugging something soft.

So without even really thinking about it, you pull the bunny into bed with you. You are in Saeran’s bed, I think—and your head feels so heavy, and the bunny is nice and warm and squishy in your arms. And sometimes it is hard to fall asleep, but tonight, you drift off quickly.

You wake up to the feeling of eyes on your face—because when he looks at you, you are bathed in such vibrant warmth that it’s enough to rouse you even from a very deep sleep.

“Oh,” you mutter, trying to focus on Saeran’s face through the darkness. “Hi.”

His light eyes trail from your face, to your arms, to what is in your arms. You see him look. You blush.

“Who’s this?” he asks—and his voice is so gentle, so sweet, so full of delighted laughter. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”

You mumble something, burying your face in the bunny’s soft fur. Saeran sits on the bed beside you and cups your cheek with one cool hand.

You tell him her name—because what else is there to say?—and he gently pats her head.

“She looks soft,” he says. “Can I hold her?”

He is speaking as if she is a live animal, and his eyes are sparkling as if he feels that she is something very precious. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you hand Saeran the bunny.

“Ohhh,” he says, as he wraps his arms around her. He lets his face fall into her shoulder, and he squeezes her so gently. It’s really something: his hair is lit up by the moonlight, and he’s got the sweetest smile on his face. The bunny almost completely covers his body—he is not a large human being, after all.

It’s so cute you could cry.

“Would you be upset,” you ask him slowly, “if I took a picture of you right now? I want to try and draw this later.”

He looks up at you; he seems somehow childlike all of a sudden: eyes wide and glittering.

“You want to draw us?” he asks. You nod.

“How could I not?”

He’s thrilled. He’s honored.

He is maybe sleeping with the bunny in his arms that night, if you’ll let him.

So for some time, she lives in Saeran’s room.

But one afternoon, you’re hit with a wave of tiredness. You didn’t sleep well the last couple of nights, and your vision is starting to get hazy. You just need to close your eyes, you think—just for a moment.

Saeran is in the kitchen; Saeyoung is in the garage. And it is so cold in this stupid house, and Saeyoung’s room is always warm. Almost unthinkingly, you wander into Saeran’s room and scoop up the bunny. She’s so soft in your arms that you almost fall asleep on your feet.

You meander into Saeyoung’s room and fall face-first onto the bed, arms and legs wrapped all the way around the bunny. And she is comfy, and the bed is soft, and there are so many pillows...

This time, you wake to the feeling of strong, warm arms weaving around your waist.

Automatically, you squeeze your bunny tighter—in turn, the arms hold you tighter, too. You open your eyes.

It’s still light out—you can’t have been asleep for long. Saeyoung has found you here (drawn to you, as he always seems to be), and has wrapped himself around you. You turn your head to kiss his cheek.

“I wanted cuddles,” he murmurs sleepily into your hair. “But it looks like you already found somebody to cuddle with.”

Ah: caught in the act again.

You laugh, feeling your face growing hot. Saeran loves the bunny, but Saeran loves everything, and—and—

“She’s cute,” Saeyoung whispers into your ear. “Just like you.”

“I’ve had her for ages,” you tell him, wiggling her ears in his face. “I didn’t really mean to bring her in here, but...”

Saeyoung shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. He’s taken his glasses off, and he looks particularly sweet and sleepy.

“Listen,” he mutters. Ah—now he is blushing, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. “When I came in here and found you and this huge bunny asleep in my bed, I...” He trails off, at a loss for words. “It’s just—you’re—”

Ah, and you love him like this, stammering and enraptured. You roll onto your back and smile into his flushed face.

“Oh, are we taking a nap?”

You turn. Saeran has found you, too—they can’t seem to help always drifting into your orbit, the two of them. He’s in the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

“Yeah!” Saeyoung says, wiggling around beside you. “And did you know we have a fourth member of our family?” He cackles, giving the bunny’s head a little pat. Saeran cocks an eyebrow at him.

“I did,” he says proudly. “You didn’t?”

You sigh, turning to hold out your arms to Saeran. He comes to you—of course he does—and folds himself contentedly into your arms.

And there you are, all four of you: you, your two beloved boys, and a very large bunny.

On one side, Saeyoung is warm and solid. On the other, Saeran is cooler, softer. You’ve got a head on each shoulder, and a comfy bunny in your arms.

You smell soft, well-loved fur and spring rain and smokey honey. You’re enveloped on all sides: safe and soft and warm.

You close your eyes. Just for a minute, you think—or an hour, or maybe two.

You could stay right here, wrapped up in their tender adoration, forever.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #choi sandwich #headcanons #asks #417 #fwends 🥺#<3

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toraashi · 3 years

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‘tis the damn season (ft. oikawa tooru)

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: angst, fluff, implications of sex (there’s no sexual dialogue, the most explicit it gets is i use the word “whimper” once but theres not even graphic descriptions like i rate this PG-13), a couple swears

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: part two to this fic. Oikawa visits for the holidays after leaving for Argentina years ago. Catching up with his old flame brings back memories and reminds him of a love lost

Author’s Note: this is inspired by ‘tis the damn season by Taylor Swift. It’s so good, please listen to it, it’ll add so much to the story because I reference it lots :) also i’m dedicating this to @hikariakaashi bc she agreed to be my valentine this year hehe 🥰 also @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum thank you for hyping this up in the discord :))

“the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.”

"Hey, it's Tooru. I'm in town for the holidays. I'd like to see you."

The sound of his voice as the audio repeated left an unpleasant feeling in his chest. It burned like longing but twisted and lurched like nervosity, a sensation he pretended he wasn't familiar with. Oikawa wasn't a nervous person. He was a confident, suave man with the world in his hands, but for some reason, leaving a voicemail for someone this dear to him, who could see through him like glass, left a slight tremble in his fingers.

The ding of his phone startled him, muscles growing taut.

10:36am

It's been so long! I'd love to see you. Would 4 at that old coffee shop work?

received

Holy shit.

It was almost embarrassing how his breath caught and his heart stuttered. It had been years, but yet here he was, hooked in with every word.

10:40am

I'll make it work

sent

10:42am

That's a first ;) i'll see you then

received

The coffee shop hadn't changed much since he'd last been. The walls were still straining with the wooden roof's weight, the floor still comprised of creaky floorboards that screeched at each drag of a chair. Sparkling red and green lights decked the rafters, hanging low and casting unique shadows across the residents. The lobby was relatively empty, and he was seated quickly at a metal table near the window. The round teapoy rocked on uneven legs when he put his arms on it, but nostalgia made up for the shoddy furniture quality. The poignant smells and whispers of piano music wafted over him like a tender memory, leaving him with visions of your sunrise smile and golden touch breezing over his fingertips. Content was the next emotion that settled over him, but before he could melt too far into it, the bell on the door jingled. Chilly winter air rushed through his hair, waking him up from the dream that was the last few years and bringing him back home. In the blink of an eye, a familiar arm was pulling at the seat in front of him. It took his brain far too long to process the rosy cheeks and snow-dusted hair before him, but once he did, an infectious grin tugged at his lips.

"Long time, no see." Your gaze was cautious and guarded, and it burned holes in his euphoria.

"Long time, no see," you repeated with a light smile, "How have you been?"

"Ah, you know, just capturing the hearts of every person in Argentina, how are you?" That earned him a tinkling laugh, and his heart beamed at the reward.

"I'm doing okay, just living my life." You greeted the waitress, plainly speaking your order, pausing to glance at him before ordering his old favorite. Honey hues glittered with unspoken fondness when you caught his gaze; he couldn't help it.

"You remembered my order. I feel special."

"Shut up. You are special, Mr. Pro Volleyball Player." You teased, inching your fingertips towards him on the table. It wasn't enough to be wanton, but he noticed, and he couldn't help but reciprocate. Eyes flicking to his hands and back up, that cautious glaze returned. "So, are you staying in town?" A warm hum in affirmation thrummed in his throat.

"I'm staying at my parents' house."

"For how long?" The words seemed full, but he wasn't sure with what.

"Just the weekend." He held your gaze like a taut string tugging you closer and closer. The air felt heavy, and his heart ached with a longing he'd suppressed for years. You opened your mouth to speak, but before anything came out, he interjected boldly. After all, what was he, if not bold? "I got your letter." Hues big and lips parted, a pink flush climbed your cheeks. If he was the same person he was years ago, he would've teased you, but now? With his heart on his sleeve and your eyes staring into his soul, how could he muster that courage up?

"And?" The single word was meek and tentative, fragile like the little bird of your unyielding love.

"Well, for one, your attempt at scratching out the last line wasn't great." There was the teasing. He couldn't hold it back for long.

"Shut up." You shied away from his crinkled eyes, pinker than you were when you stumbled in. God, he missed this.

"I won't." He drawled, closing the narrow distance between your fingertips and enveloping your hands like it didn't electrify his nerves. "And for the record, I missed you too."

"Did you?" He rubbed a calloused finger across your knuckles, holding your eyes confidently.

"How could I not miss that pretty face?"

"Stop teasing." You pouted.

"I'm not." Pensively, you stared back at him, and he admired the furrow of your eyebrows, the puff of your pouted cheeks. Your smaller hands were quaking in his, and just as he considered laying off, you spoke a conglomeration of words that shuddered up his spine.

"Would you like to stay at mine for the night? We can catch up more? I don't want to leave you just yet." A genuine smile simmered up his lips, and he linked his fingers between yours.

"You know I can't say no to you."

"Didn't seem like it when you left." The magic in his chest faltered at the blow, but the regret was evident in your expression. "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I know it was about more than me." he hummed, the affectionate graze of his thumb against your knuckles resuming.

The conversation felt much too short, every move you made clenching his heart, brimming it with innocent nostalgia and longing. Before long, you were tugging him out the door, leading him to your apartment in a movie-worthy montage. The silver moonlight caught your hair like silk, your gossamer grip on his wrist balmy and familiar.

"My, you're eager." When you glanced back, your eyes sparkled like the sequins on your prom getup from so many years ago.

"Is it stupid that I missed you so much?" The way his heart caught in his throat was almost painful. Chest aching, he concluded that this was what happiness felt like, a hummingbird flutter he'd never find in the falsities of fame. You, who knew him like the muddy road to your secret high-school hangout spot, looked ethereal beneath the moon's knowing smile. As you approached the door, he couldn't help but dip his toes into the subdued desire he'd grown to ignore.

Your chest pressing into his, your back to the door, his fingertips firm against your waist, and finally, the brush of your reposeful kiss against his needy lips, it left him with frantic desperation clawing up his body. You broke away with a similar gleam tucked into your gaze like a secret just for him. Swinging the door open and fumbling with your jacket, you found your place in his arms again, a mutual craving for a love that was cut so short.

He did many things that night he'd only remembered in dreams, his frame pressing your familiar figure into the bed, lips tracing every line of your silhouette, the dips and curves in your skin, sealing each forgotten memory in an envelope for him to read later. Just for tonight, he'd bask in your entirety, the glow of your smile, the whimpers that spilled past your pretty lips, everything that was purely you. When everything was done and gone, the flaxen glow of your lamplight flickering out, you pulled him into your arms, twirling the chocolate strands of his hair, breathing in his adoration, your own lulling him into a long-awaited, dream-filled slumber. He dreamed of his past self getting lost in the empty arms of another, the void carved out by your existence impossible to fill. He dreamed of the life he'd lead if he'd remained in your embrace, waking up to you every morning instead of cold sheets.

He awoke with the December sun, your bare skin blinding in the morning's glow. Glancing at the red numbers on your nightstand, he stretched his arms. It was almost ten, but the warmth of your body reeled him back in like a fishing pole, his mouth splattering kisses across your visage like freckles. Swelling with delight, he collected you into his arms, setter's fingers revisiting the map he drew on your body like the ink was still drying, greeting you with a grin as your eyes lolled open.

"Morning, babe." Oikawa scanned the love-struck expression painting your features, the scrunch of your nose, the quirk of your lips; he inhaled it like it was his last breath, coming to terms with the time and its draining sand. Raising a lone finger, he followed the shape of your jawline, locking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Sleep well?" You neglected to respond, searching his gaze.

"If this is the last time I ever see you, I want you to know that I've always loved you, and I won't ask you to stay." The last grain of sand in the hourglass tumbled through the glass gap, the alarm clock on your nightstand beeping abruptly, stealing Oikawa's breath.

And as he looked upon your effervescent figure, shattering his own battered heart at the realization, Oikawa decided the road not taken never looked more appealing than now.

#hqradiostation #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa imagine #oikawa scenario #oikawa haikyuu #oikawa fluff #oikawa angst #oikawa fanfiction #hq x reader #hq oikawa

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milktyama · 3 years

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— ☕︎ DO YOU WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN?

synopsis: building a snowman in a snowy morning

pairing: bokuto kotaro x reader

genre: just pure fluff, a little domestic?

wc: 1.1k

“Morning Kou!” you chirped.

White and black locks filled your vision as your drowsy boyfriend shuffled under the covers. His arms snaked over your midriff and he nuzzled his nose on top of your head. You could feel the warmth that radiated off his body onto yours. You giggled at this act of affection and wrapped your arms back at him, bringing your bodies closer together.

“Time to wake up!”

“Mmmhnggg... Five more minutes…” Bokuto mumbled under his breath, the heat from his breath spreading to you. You could only giggle at his cuteness. You try to get out of bed and allow him to rest a little more but as soon as you shifted your position, his arms tighten around you.

“Wait… don’t go…” he whined. Opening his eyes slightly to give you his classic puppy eyes. God the things he did to you. You go back into snuggling with him under the covers, letting the warmth embrace the both of you as you have the other in your arms. Soon, the sunlight started to peek through the curtains until there was one perfect ray that disturbed both of your peaceful sleeping.

Shuffling around the covers, with his grip on you finally loosened, you glanced at the clock. It’s been 20 minutes since you first woke up. You try a second time to wake him up, however, your attempts in vain.

“Kou it’s been much more than five minutes, can we get up now?” you nudged at his side. He growled and told you to stop, but you know he adores it. Bokuto finally woke up and shot up from his lying position, rubbing his eyes slowly. You made your way to the window and slid open the curtains, pure whiteness engulfed your vision as white specks decorated the sky.

“Kou look! Looks like it’s been snowing all night!” you pointed towards the window. Suddenly, all the fatigue Bokuto had moments ago were suddenly gone as the word “snow” left your lips. He rapidly yanked the blankets off of him and dashed towards you and the window. Pressing his face right up, his eyes sparkled with joy witnessing the delightful icy bits that covered the sky and the floor, piling up into a thick layer of snow.

Bokuto started to let out a sequence of excited sounds, more or less that sounded like gibberish, but you could tell that all of them were filled with pure joy. You looked fondly over to the man in front of you who was supposedly a year older than you, but now was acting as if he was transported back into his childhood when he first saw snow. Bokuto suddenly perked up away from the window and his head swung towards your direction. You tilted your head at his sudden move, looking at him in question.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?!” his eyes glittered with admiration towards the cold particles that piled right outside your window. His golden eyes bright with playfulness as the sunlight reflected on them, giving them a honey like colourization.

“Of course Kou. We will build the biggest snowman!” you encouraged him.

His hair perked up as he quickly gathered some warm clothes for the both of you. Very eagerly, he went immediately for the matching owl Christmas sweaters you got custom made last year. You just laughed at his simple mindedness, not like you minded, it was that exact part of him that made you fall in love.

Pushing the door open, the crisp air touched your skin, sending chills down your spine. The snow was still pure white as it had just fallen from the sky, the sun brightly shining through the clouds. It was the perfect weather for building snowmen. The slight warmth from the sun rays allow the snow to stick together. Without even using gloves, Bokuto excitedly started to snow a small ball of snow. Man how is he so adorable.

“Kou use these please. I don’t want you to get hyperthermia or something.” you threw a pair of gloves at him. He just laughed softly as he scratched the hairs on his nape.

“Yes of course puppy! C’mon now we need to make the biggest snowman!!” he pulled your wrist towards the ball he already rolled up.

“Now I’ll roll the biggest one at the bottom and the middle one. You can start off on the smallest one and decorate however you like! Make sure to make it as cute as me! Hehe.” Jeez you just wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap and keep him safe inside your pocket or something.

Adding on the last details to the snowman with sticks and small stones from the ground, you carefully placed the head on top of the two extremely big snow balls that Bokuto managed to accumulate. What arm strength you thought. Suddenly, you ran inside the house with the realization, how could you forget about such an important detail. Bokuto stared at your retreating figure with lots of confusion. You ran back out, carrying something orange on your hands.

“How can we call this a snowman without a carrot nose?” you reasoned. You took his hand and placed it on top of your. Together, the two of you placed the carrot at the center of the snowman’s head. Bokuto’s golden eyes sparkled once more, as if they were real gold. You just lovingly hugged his large frame as you watch him get all giddy about the stature the two of you have just created.

“Hey hey, we should give it a name! Something cool like… like.. ACE!!” If the excitement meter hasn’t been broken yet, then now would be the exact time it would. You looked deeply into this shining eyes, staying silent.

“Of course we can Kou,” you said, though it came out more as if you were talking to yourself, however loud enough for him to catch. He looked back and his eyes locked onto yours, keeping eye contact for a long time. He leaned towards you and aimed for your lips, kissing you ever so gently, being careful as if you could break anytime.

The kiss was slow and gentle, your heart melts as if you held a small amount of snow on to your warm hand. You held his neck, deepening the kiss. Inevitably, you two broke the kiss, panting from the lack of oxygen. Looking back at his eyes, you gave him a wide smile.

“Happy holidays Kou. Let’s build many more snowmen in the years to come ok?”

#bokuto kotaro #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!#bokuto #kotaro #haikyuu x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #haikyuu x y/n #fluff #fukurodani #bokuto x reader

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musubiblog · 4 years

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It all started in Qingqing city, China.

An illuminating baby was born

Since then, powers have been discovered.

Before we knew it, paranormal became normal and dreams became reality.

Now with 80% of the world's population having a special trait, it's a superhuman society. In this chaotic world, the job that everyone dreamed of came into light.

•••••••••••••••

Somewhere in Miyagi Japan, near the coastal area. Four kids playing tags in the park while using their own quirks.The passers-by stared at the scene with interest when they saw how beautiful these generation quirks are. One girl has Fairy like wings, glitters fall from her body as she floats, she look like she came out from a fairytale book with a quirk like hers. A boy placed both hands in the ground and seeds started sprouting from his area.

(E/c) hues watch in awe at the scene in front of her, eyes wide open with dilated pupils and lips slightly parted when she saw another kid's hand glowed. Even watching from a far, their quirks are indeed beautiful. As she kept staring longer, she felt something inside of her. Envy, she wondered what its like having a quirk of her own, maybe she'll join the fun instead of watching,she'll have more friends and people would praise her.

Mouth corners turned down looking at the kids her age with a sad expression. She felt like tearing up but before it could fell in her cheeks, a bright voice called out her name.

"(y/n)!" She turned to the right to see her older brother by 3 years running towards her. "I was looking all over for you! Mom will kick me in the butt if she found out I lost you-" The older boy said while catching his breathe. From the looks of it, he went to check the whole park to find her. "What are you doing here?"

The 4 year old didn't respond, instead she turned back to where she was looking at a second ago. The older boy's eyebrow furrowed in confusion and turned to check whats gotten his sister's interest. His gaze then travels back to the girl beside her, he knew that her sister felt sad about this, He knew just by looking at her eyes.

"Geez why are they using their quirks here, they're not suppose to use it in public anyway" he sigh, closing his eyes and scratching the back of his neck. "What a show off" he scoff. He then grab his sisters attention by grabbing her hands gently, smiling he said "lets get out of here, okay?" The little girl only nods before walking besides him.

The 7 year old took her to a none occupied place in the park, (y/n) observe that it's an abandoned playground surrounded by old trees, the slides and seesaw is slightly rusted and ivy plants surrounds it. She look at her brother with confusion, demanding him to tell her why of all place.

"Don't give me that look sis, this place will help take your mind off things" he said while walking towards the sand box, sitting on it without hesitation "Join me, it's safe, no insects are gonna crawl on you" he reassures her.

(Y/n) only nods and sat beside her brother. The place was peaceful, the sound of nature surrounds them and the air was cooling, tall trees shielding them from the sunlight. Turning to her brother and ask "Is this you're favorite part of the park?"

"Hmm? Oh this, nah. I just found it today while I was looking for you" he said, the girl only let out a soft 'oh' and start looking around. There's another silent, it's not awkward but she's eager to have a conversation with her brother.

"Did you want to have a quirk Toru nii-san?" Toru smiled at her question, as if he knew that she'll ask him that. "Well, I mean...every kids have dreamed about it" he started. "So I would say my answer is yes, but I'm pass my quirk manifesting age already and I'm not depress about it" He said. Being quirkless isn't a big deal for Toru, he knew that being born in a quirkless family has a 95% percent of not getting a quirk.

"I'm at the age of 4 nii-san, and I haven't gotten my quirk yet..." The girl look down and grip her the hem of her skirt tightly "What if I'm quirkless?"

Toru didn't want to say something that could possibly hurt her feelings like 'Yes, your going to be quirkless forever like me' but he didn't want to sugar coat as well. He doesnt give false hope, knowing that its impossible for their genes to manifest one.

Instead he asked "Hey, what makes you want to own a quirk (y/n)?"

"Well, I think they make people look cool and powerful and strong! They are treated different from the quirkless, they get praise and have lots of friends! Also, they can be a real hero like from the comic books and save peoples life!" She excitedly exclaimed, Toru can see her eyes sparkling as she rambling cutely aboyt whats great about having quirk.

"And what's makes you the quirkless people is any different?" This question got (y/n) off guard. "Umm...it's because they're the opposite of that?" She said unsure of how she'll respond.

"No silly, quirkless people can be those things to" This cause (y/n) to tilt her head. Toru smiled because of her cuteness and gave her head pats.

"Just because we're quirkless doesnt mean we're powerless, we can be just as cool as them, we dont need quirks to impress them and we can definitely make many friends. Those who thinks being quirkless suck and should be treated wrongly are the low minded person who thinks highly of themselves. Also, you don't need capes and costume to be a hero, you just need to care" He explained.

"Didn't you say you wanted to be a hero as well?" Toru blinked twice at the question. "Ha!? I never said that. I said I want to be more than that" smiling widely with pride. "I want to be someone who help the hero instead, just like dad!"

(Y/n) tilted her head "like dad?" Toru nods spreading his arms "Yup! I want to be a scientist slash inventor like him, he makes really good weapon and gadgets that helps the hero with their mission!"

Toru's mood always change when he talks about his interest, he likes talking about machines and experimenting, he's also obsess with aliens and would like to meet one someday and experiment it.

"And if its possible, I can make an iron suit built for battle that can turn quirkless people into heroes" Toru said. The little girl smiled widely, imaginary glitters surrounds her as she looked at him with astonishment.

"That's cool Toru nii-san! You're going to be an amazing scientist when you grow up!" Her soft voice said with excitement, head pushed forward. The brother blushed a little from the praise, smiling shyly and scratching his nape.

The little girl suddenly stood from the ground, one arm placed on her hips and the other one is raised in the raise, looking down at his brother. "If you're going to follow Dad's footstep then I'll follow Mom's. I can be a doctor that saves patience life like a hero without a cape would do!

"That's great (y/n), mom will be so happy when she hears this." Toru smiled at the sight of her happy sister. He loves seeing her this happy since he deeply cares for her and doesnt want to see her sad"See, you don't need a quirk to save and help other people, just do you and you'll be great. Now, always smile more okay? You're fifth birthday is coming closer" He said standing up, patting the dirt away from his body.

"Mm! And I want (f/f) ( = Favorite flavor) cake! And Pizza and Pasta for my birthday please! Ooh and (f/f) Ice cream too!" The 4 year old girl started listing various of foods that she wanted for her birthday. Toru held out a hand "sure, lets go home and tell Mom, I bet their looking for us now"

The girl held his brothers hand and continued their conversation while walking.

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(y/n)'s special day had finally come, her eyes shining with excitement seeing her favorite foods placed on the table. Standing in the chair because she's too short for the tall table, mouth watering at the sight of the beautiful decorated(f/f) cake with five candles above it.

She extend her little fingers about to ruin the icing, hoping to get a little taste but was stopped by her mother holding a lighter. "Now now, we have to wait for your father to arrive, birthday girl"

She pouted at the older female, she then received a gentle pinch in her cheek, "you're so cute sweetie, I cant believe my little (y/n) is growing up" Her mother Akari said sweetly almost tearing up at the thought of her daughter growing up.

More guest continued to come inside their house, greeting the birthday girl and giving their presents. The girl didn't recognize half of the guest, since they're only a co-workers of her parents. Her other relatives also came and cousins that she have never met before. She invited her classmates but only five to seven came, she didn't really care who attended. She only cares about the foods and the gift.

She continued observing the guest who we're being entertained by her mother until a hand covered her eyes, The one who's covering her eyes didn't spoke a word but guessing by their action,they wanted her to guess who it is.

She smiled because she already knew who it was from the beginning "Toru nii-san I know it's you!" Finally, the hand covering her eyes was remove.

"Aww, how did you know?"

"Of all the guest here, you're the only one who would do that" She said.

"Hehe" Toru only let out a short laugh before remembering something "Oh yeah, here is my present for you" he pick up the well wrapped birthday present from the ground and hand it to the birthday girl who gladly accept it.

"I sacrificed my money from not buying tools to buy you a present, it's not that special I guess- you have a lot of it in your room so-" He stop when he saw (y/n) already tearing up the perfectly wrapped present.

"Wha-what are you doing! You're not suppose to open that yet, a-a-atleast do it somewhere without me" He panicked but quickly calm down at the girl's face.

She stared at the present with sparkling eyes, smiling happily at her brothers gift. "It's the latest Crimson riot action figure and its a limited addition! Omg, and it have a holographic projector too!" She pressed on the button and showed a hologram of one of Crimson riot's interview.

The two siblings watched the interviewer asking the hero a question about experiencing fear as a hero, The girl listened attentively as Crimson reveals that he isn't a hero that simply never experiences fear, noting that when he enters into a battle against super villains, he does fear for his life.

"Woah, He's so cool! Crimson Riot is so cool! His word can inspire a lot of people who's having trouble facing their fears" She continued praising her all time favorite hero, she would have easily chosen All might the number one hero like everyone does but her heart is set on another, and likes manly people like Crimson Riot.

"Thank you so much nii-san! I'll treasure this!" She jump on her brother and wrapped her arms around the boys waist tightly, the boy wasn't prepared for a surprise hug, almost falling out of balance, but was supported by stepping one foot backward.

"You're welcome (y/n)" His smiled sweetly hugging back his sister. They stayed like this for a while before releasing when they heard a familiar deep voice from the door.

"Where's my birthday girl!?" The two siblings faces lit up when they saw their dad. He just came back from work after 2 months just to attend his daughters birthday.

The girl ran towards the older male and Toru followed. Their father, Kozu kneeled down his daughter's level and hug her tightly but make sure she can breathe. "I miss you sweetie" he kiss her forehead. "Hehe, I miss you too Dad" (y/n) giggled.

Kozu look up to see his son standing next to them, he ruffled his hair too hard causing the boy to complaint "Ah Dad! Stop it, you're ruining my hair" Kozu only laugh at his son's reaction. "Sorry sorry, I miss you too much, I cant help my self" he said standing up.

"Honey you're late" The older male perks up to see his lovely wife walking towards them. "Better late than never" he said, while grabbing his wife's waist and kissing her all over her face and whispering sweet nothings to her ear.

The two siblings only watch in disgust. "Ew! Stop it Daddy, Im the birthday girl, I'm the one who should get all the affection"

"We have guests here, you should be ashame of yourself!" The boy crossed his arms and looks away from the couple.

Their parents laugh at their reaction, the kids aren't use to them being all cuddly but like to tease them to see their cute reactions.

The (L/n) family, A family of four. Their parents is known at their town for having a successful job. Kozu who works at the I-island as a scientist and inventor and Akari who's a professional doctor, a surgeon in fact. Have two kids named (y/n) and an inspiring scientist named Toru, despite being quirkless they are happy without it.

The family lives in a coastal area, the beach is only a 5 minute walk from their house. They're like living in their own private forest because their surrounded by large trees and small hills. They prefer living with the nature than the other neighborhoods.

"Lets light up the candles so we can start eating" Akari said pulling out the lighter from her pocket. The four went to the table and guest gathered around it.

(Y/n) who is now five years old stood at the chair once again. As soon as her mother lit up the candle, they all sang the birthday song.

She bobs her head up and down waiting patiently for the song to finish.

"Happy birthday to you~" Her family and the guest cheers once the song finished.

"C'mon sis, make a wish and blow your candle" Toru whispered.

A wish? She haven't thought about that. She close her eyes and thought carefully, Opening her eyes she wished silently in her head

'Even if I'm quirkless, I wish to experience exciting adventures and be like Crimson Riot, no matter how scary the situation he's in. He'll face it!

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2 years later, In Miyagi Japan. A six- year-old female and a nine-year-old male is having trouble getting home because of a heavy rain. The sky is covered in black clouds making the area dark enough troubling the two from seeing the path to their home, the rain falls in crazy chaotic drop, their whole body soak in water making the umbrella useless at this point.

"Toru nii-san, I'm cold" (Y/n) said, hugging her shivering form with one arm while the other hand is holding the umbrella with struggle. Toru quickly held his sister close to him as they walk.

"We are almost there (y/n). Hold on" he tried to comfort her, clicking his tongue he said "Tch, No one said anything about rain storm" The weather reporter said it himself that today is going to be a sunny day, but somehow his report gave a false information.

But this isn't the first time it happened. There's no sign of rain coming but suddenly water started pouring down, strong winds came from nowhere. Somehow the weather became fuck up.

"Ah! The umbrella's broken" Toru look at the broken umbrella in frustration. The downside of living in a forest like area.

They decided to stop and stood under a large trees, it has a lot strong branches and leaves so it shielded them from the rain. "Why did we only decided to stop now?" (y/n) deadpanned waiting for her brother to respond.

After a minute of silence, they laugh at each other. "I dont know, you're the one who's eager to go home" He said out loud.

"Cause I dont want to get stuck in the rain! I want to go home and shower and eat Mom's hot delicious soup" She said while imagining herself eating the soup in her pajama, watching the rain pour down on their window. This only cause her stomach to growl hungrily. "Yep I want to go home~" She whined. "What do you think is happening with our weather system here, it happened 3 times all ready"

"I don't know, but I'm sure the researcher and hero's is dealing with it" Toru said, while fixing his umbrella.

"It must be someone with a weather quirk or something" she muttered and Toru only hum in respond. He was too busy fixing the umbrella he didnt bother replying with words.

"Or the world is about to end because the weather is all mess up" She said.

"The world isn't going to end (y/n) dont think that far ahead, I still have to achieved my dream of becoming a scientist and marry a beautiful woman" He said. Few moments later of being drenched in water, shivering. A voice yelled out their names.

"Toru! (Y/n) where are you?!" The voice of their Dad was heard in the distance. This cause them to yell as well. "Dad,Were over here! Come get us!"

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Akari walked back and forth, worriedly thinking if her children is safe out in the rain, The rain poured down without any warnings. She send her husband to look for them in the woods, her mother instinct said that they're stuck out there.

She stopped walking when hearing a familiar tune on the TV, She walk closer to the television seeing the commercial is over, the news was on the screen again.

"This just in, there have been reports about strange looking creatures across the whole world-"

"What?"

The door opened and Kazu and two kids stepped inside the room soaking wet, leaving the wet umbrella outside and taking the kids bag from their back, he went and grab two large towels and wrapped it around the kids.

"Go find your Mom, she'll warm you up" He said. The two nod before walking down the halls to the livingroom to find their mother. Getting closer to the living room, she heard the sound of the tv and saw her mothers figure watching the Tv.

Running towards her she said "Mom! Mom! Can I have chicken soup for dinner-" she stop in her track when she saw her mothers unreadable expression, her eyes was focus in the screen. Standing on her spot like she had seen something frightening.

"Mom, what happened?" Toru asked beside her. Akari came back to reality when she heard his son's voice. She let out a relief sigh and ran closer to the both of them, "Thank goodness you're both safe, BUT your all wet! Quick go take a shower before you catch a cold" she said, rubbing (y/n)'s hair with her towel.

"What did the news say Mom?" Toru asked with curiosity. "Well its-" she was interrupted by the Tv.

"These Monsters like creatures are spotted roaming in all places, in the water, land and air. It had said to be attacking humans and eating crops, it appears these strange looking creatures have quirks. Many believe it's a doing of a villains, The scientists and pro heroes are still finding out more plausible excuse for such sightings. For now, these creatures are believe to be a threat to humans"

In the screen, they showed pictures of the creatures some are blurred and not taken properly. She look closely to see a dark purple creature with roundish body is standing in between the trees, its eyes glowed red and its appear it has a wide creepy smile.

Another photo was shown. A picture of a narrowed street with more monsters standing in the corner, Bunch of photos is shown in the screen and (Y/n) notice that they're in different shape and sizes. Their backs facing the camera, staring in disbelief she saw a walking blue turtle.

The last photo, is located in a farm with pumpkins that was being eaten by a bunch of rat however if you look closely it doesn't look like a normal rat.

"If they're going to show pics, they should have given us a more clear picture than a blurred one, who knows it might be photoshopped or

An illusion from someones quirk" Her brother complained. Only to be shushed by their mother "This is serious Toru! These creatures might be real and...dangerous!"

"If I wasn't in a short break from work, I would have get to the bottom of this" Her father said.

(Y/n) watched with interest when a video footage is played. A video of a thunderstorm, and something was flying above it. She cant distinguish what its look like but base on it's silhouette of a bird like creature, its wings and tail are a mass of spiky feathers and A large crest of spiked feathers surrounds its head.

What happened in the video was something unexpected, the creature flaps it wings and releases electricity that cause thunderstorm. "W-woah It did that?! Scary" Her brother exclaimed.

Scary? She didn't feel frightened at all, in fact she watch the video in awe. Her hearts beating with excitement when she saw a bird surround by sparks and the thunderstorm makes it even more cooler. She felt like she was watching her favorite hero except it's different. She felt interested in this monster like creatures.

'Creatures with quirks....sugoi!"

She was about to tell her brother what she feels but then a female news caster stop her from doing so.

"The Pro heroes is going to deal with these monster like creatures for now we all advise everyone to stay indoors specially childrens and be alert of your surroundings until further notice, I repeat stay indoors specially childrens and be alert of your surroundings until further no-"

The Tv suddenly black out, the light and other electronics as well. There was a power outage due to the raging storm.

I decided to post only ONE chapter of my Bnha x Reader x Pokemon crossover, I will let you know that this story is only available at Wattpad, but I dont mind sharing one of the chapter here.

MY POKEHERO written by HenceVy

#bnhaxpokemon #bnha x reader #pokemon x reader #bnha fanfiction #todoroki #midoroya #xreader #anime x reader

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about 5k on Switzerland, I love yous, foamy French coffee, and a monkey named Craige. The shows are spectacular, Olivia is golden, and everything is lovely... Featuring Harry Styles and an OFC. No warnings except a bit of bad language and lots of cheesiness hehe. Enjoy!

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Harry Styles woke up with a smile on his face.

Which was rare, really, when he was on tour, because most mornings, he was either slightly hung over, absolutely exhausted, or a tragic combination of the two. This meant that a smile was anything but common except in the rare instance of the wry, miserable one that curved his lips when he glanced over at the side table to see a very empty wooden surface with a very visible lack of water.

But today, this was not the case. Instead, Harry was waking up before ten o’clock to the faint glow of the sun through the curtains with his girlfriend in his arms and the glorious feeling of a clear, pain free head.

He gave Olivia a gentle kiss, to which she groaned and burrowed into the pillows. “It’s four o’clock in the fucking morning, Styles,” she murmured drowsily, and Harry grinned. “Sun’s up, love. It’s at least nine…”

“Nine, four, ungodly hours of the morning, synonyms, sleep.”

“Think I’m gonna go for a jog,” Harry told her, almost just for her reaction. He didn’t get one until he stood up and she mumbled, “I’m dating a fucking psychopath.” Harry laughed and got dressed, already planning out his route and where he could go to get croissants on the way back.

“Bye, Liv,” he called on his way out.

“Bye, psycho,” she grumbled in reply.

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Olivia loved the croissants Harry got and gushed about them until hours later when the show opened and she got lost in the music. It was always amusing to watch Olivia when she was on stage, Harry thought, because she almost seemed to glow.

Maybe it was the stage lights, maybe it was her impeccable outfits, or maybe it was just that angelic glow of hers, but she really did seem to have a different aura when performing. Her yellow guitar certainly didn’t hurt, and neither did her now signature yellow nail polish, and Harry had had to start conscious efforts to keep concentrated on his lyrics and not miss his cues ever since she’d joined the band.

She just seemed to sparkle, and he couldn’t help but grin back when their eyes would meet and she’d stick her tongue out at him or make a face. Harry found himself showing off just for her, glancing back after Kiwi or a particularly successful water spew to gauge her reaction and see her smile.

In some strange way, she was taking some control over him. But not in a bad way - sort of a gentle pressure that just made him and his performances better. She pushed him to be a better artist, to go that extra mile, to put all of his heart into his music because he knew that she was doing the same just behind him.

The shows were spectacular, Olivia was golden, and everything was lovely.

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The first show out of the US was in Canada, in Toronto. Harry watched Olivia with fond admiration, encouraging her attempt at learning French despite the fact that almost everyone there spoke English fluently.

She’d wanted to go everywhere and see everything at the first few places, but the exhilaration of being in a different state had worn off after a few more cities and plenty more nights of being absolutely exhausted after shows.

Toronto had been a little different, and Harry went along with her into town and went into little restaurants and shops, amused at her excitement. He had, of course, been to most every big city in the world several times over through four world wide tours, but it was fun to relive his original thrill at visiting fifty different cities within a year.

And then, of course, there was Paris.

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There were certain places, Harry would have to admit, that still retained some of their initial glamour and charm even after several visits and being associated with some not exactly cheery memories. Paris was one of those cities.

There was something about its little cafes, the glittering Eiffel Tower in the distance, the cuisine, the beauty of French, and really just the city’s entire vibe that was delightfully captivating. Harry had always, at least to some extent, enjoyed his time in Paris, but being there with Olivia just made it seem like heaven on earth.

“So,” Harry said, stirring his little espresso spoon around in his coffee. “Is it everything you expected?” Olivia, sitting across from him at the little metal table outside a cafe, lowered the bowl the size of her head she was sipping coffee from to reveal a mustache of foam over her lip.

Harry grinned, reaching over and dabbing a bit off with his pinky. “More foam than coffee, hm?” She giggled, running her tongue over her lip to lick it off, but shook her head. “Foam’s the best part.”

Smiling despite himself, Harry rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his own (significantly less foamy) coffee. “‘s the only reason you drink it, isn’t it?” he asked, and she shrugged. “Maybe,” she replied.

“Ridiculous,” Harry murmured, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Right, well, what’s the verdict, then - is Paris a horrific disappointment?” Olivia breathed a happy sigh, glancing around them at the towering buildings and softly chattering French customers of the cafe. “No,” she said conclusively. “No, not at all.” She met his gaze again, just a bit of a smile tugging at her lips, and took another sip of coffee.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate?”

She shrugged, this time preemptively licking the foam off her lip, and let her eyes wander around them again. “I dunno,” she hummed. “It’s just… it’s so much… It’s so much more petite than I expected.”

Harry must have looked confused, because she laughed and shook her head. “No, no, I mean… I kind of expected a… a bustling tourist trap, you know? But it’s… not.” She shrugged again, stirring her coffee. She looked up at him, smiling adorably, and nudged his foot under the table. “My company’s certainly better than I ever could have expected.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Harry replied cheekily, and she kicked him in the shin. “You’re supposed to say thank you after a compliment, Styles,” she told him, and Harry winked at her, and she flipped him off.

Her gaze went behind him, and Harry turned around to see two girls with phones clutched in their hands blushing furiously and staring at him. “Hullo,” he said, and they giggled, whispering something between them in rapid fire French before stepping slightly closer.

“Erm - bonjour?” Harry tried, and they grinned, handing him the phone and saying something in French. He caught nous t'aimons, a few s'il vous plaîts, and something that sounded like photograph, so he took a picture and said a few je t'aime aussis and mercis back before they walked away.

“Adorable,” Olivia sighed, a dramatically wistful expression on her face as she sipped her coffee. “They’ll be asking for your picture soon,” Harry told her, and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.” There was a beat of silence, and then she looked down at the mug as she stirred it. “Think there’ll be pictures online?” she asked.

Harry bit his lip. They hadn’t exactly talked about going officially public. “Probably already are,” he told her honestly, and she looked at her coffee for a split second more before ginning up at him and announcing, “I wanna try a macaroon. Know of any good places, Mr. I’ve Been to Paris More Times Than You Can Count?” as she stood up.

Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head but sliding cash under the plate before letting her lead him back onto the street. “I never said I’ve been to Paris more times than you can count,” he told her, but she only gave him a nod and an expression that dripped with mock sarcasm.

“Sure, Styles,” she said.

“I didn’t!”

“It’s okay,” Olivia laughed. “You’re too cool for your small town Arizonian girlfriend.”

Harry grinned and kissed her on the cheek. “Got that right.”

Olivia scoffed, smacking him on the chest. “Hey!”

“Oh, hush,” Harry told her, sliding his fingers around hers and letting their hands swing between them as they walked. Olivia grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “Guess you’ll have to buy me some macaroons to make up for that, huh?”

“I guess so,” Harry laughed.

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“It’s beautiful,” Olivia said as they stepped onto the platform of the Eiffel Tower.

“I know,” Harry murmured.

They walked up to the railing, looking out over the city. From his trips in the past, Harry had managed to time it perfectly so that they landed at the top of the tower right at sunset, and it really was quite the sight.

The sun was a deep orange color, with wisps of clouds pulling hues of gold and cotton candy pink from its rays. The water sparkled beneath them, lights from the city glittering like something out of a story book. Stars were beginning to twinkle into the sky, dotting the darkening atmosphere with pockets of stars and puffs of clouds.

“H?” Olivia said softly.

Harry glanced at her, not one bit sorry to miss the breathtaking sight in front of him in exchange for Oliva’s glow. She looked beautiful, haloed by the sunset and looking positively radiant in the soft light of the sun and stars. She gave him a little smile as their eyes met, and it warmed Harry’s heart more than the sun ever could.

“Thanks for doing this,” Olivia said.

Harry gave her a smile, nudging her gently. “‘f course.”

“Tour’s been amazing,” she told him. She breathed a laugh, shaking her head and looking out at the sun again. “God, I could do this forever,” she said, almost just to herself. “Me, too,” Harry replied honestly.

There was a beat of silence, and then -

“I love you, Olivia,” Harry whispered.

She went still, and Harry felt a pang of horrifying regret.

He remembered what she’d told him about her ex all in a rush; that they’d been engaged, that he’d broken her heart, that she was still terrified of getting her heartbroken, that she’d been hesitant to even date him, that she was still scared and he’d just told her he loved her.

She didn’t look him in the eye. “Maybe we should go back to the hotel,” she said. “We should probably get some sleep before tomorrow.” She turned around and walked back towards the elevator. “Rehearsals all day tomorrow, right?”

Harry blinked, fear almost freezing him in place before he warily stepped next to her and replied, “Yeah.” But seeing as his heart was stuck in his throat, his voice was almost inaudible. Olivia nodded, still not meeting his gaze. “Yeah,” she said.

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The elevator ride was more than awkward. She wouldn’t look at him, just stared at the numbers as they went down, down, down, mirroring Harry’s heart as the minutes ticked by and she didn’t say anything.

She walked him back to the hotel, and said something about taking a walk, and then disappeared. Harry tossed and turned in bed, his heart picking up speed every time he heard footsteps outside the door.

He didn’t sleep at all.

He chugged coffee the next morning as he waited for her, trying as hard as he could to hold all his panic in, but it was getting harder and harder to hold it as the sun rose and began to set and she still wasn’t back.

She didn’t show up for rehearsals.

Harry sang through as much of the set as he could without his lead guitarist, trying as hard as he could to focus on what he was doing without her. His brain was stuck in a constant loop of where is she, why would I do that, did I go to fast, where is she, why would I -

He missed his cue again.

They started Kiwi over.

Harry was telling himself to keep it together, but it felt absolutely impossible. He was absolutely out of his head with anxiety; not just about whether or not he’d gone too fast, but whether or not she’d come back before the show. He was hoping, praying she would, but he just didn’t know.

He knew that she was scared. He knew she was terrified, because her heart had gotten broken and could break again if Harry messed up. He just couldn’t help being so open - it was just in his nature to tell her how he felt.

Or maybe he just should have kept his bloody mouth shut.

He fucked up the lyrics again, and Sara suggested they move on.

Harry nodded and shook out his shoulders, telling himself not to think about it. And it worked, somewhat, so he managed to get through the rest of rehearsals without messing anything up too badly.

The feeling of hopelessness kicked in about two minutes before show time, when Harry was brushing his teeth for the third time in ten minutes just for something to take his mind off Olivia. The rest of the band was on stage, and the opening music was playing, and Harry had to force a smile to his face before running onto the still darkened stage.

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Harry heard guitar.

Her guitar.

His heart stopped, and he glanced behind him.

She was there, and she was smiling at him, and everything was okay.

The lights flashed, the beat dropped, Harry felt adrenaline rush through him.

He felt the music take a hold of him, felt everything melt away as Olivia’s glow surged through her guitar and into the awaiting air. He sang out the lyrics, pouring his heart into them, and had the sudden realization that he could bask in her glow for the rest of his life.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

They didn’t talk about it.

She didn’t even mention it, and neither did he, but Harry decided that he didn’t mind because nothing had changed. Everything was the way it was, like nothing had ever happened in the first place.

That’s what Harry told himself, at least.

But really, he wasn’t brave enough to talk about it. He wasn’t brave to admit that he still felt the same way, that he still loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He didn’t have the courage to tell her just how much he missed her, how much it broke him to be without her even just for a few hours.

He was scared how she’d react if she knew how much he depended on her. Being without her was pain, but loving her was the antidote. And really, he’d do anything to keep her, to keep her love, to keep the pain away and the antidote coming.

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Harry peppered kisses down Olivia’s neck, waiting until she giggled and tilted her head to kiss him back before stealing the remote from out of her hands and sliding to the other end of the couch with a victorious shout.

“Harry Edward Styles!” Olivia exclaimed, practically jumping on top of him to try and get it back. Harry just grinned, shaking his head at her as he raised the remote above his head and clicked The Notebook.

It was the second month of the three month break between the one city Asia leg and the European leg of tour, and as they waited for takeaway they were, as usual, arguing over which movie to watch over dinner.

“Haarrryyyy,” Olivia groaned. “We just watched this last week!”

“Exactly!” Harry replied with a grin. “Last week! Been ages, love. I need my weekly dose of Ryan Gosling.” Olivia pouted, reaching for the remote, but Harry kept it out of reach. “Well, I need my weekly dose of Hugh Grant!”

“Oh, please,” Harry replied. “Tall, British, curly-haired, gorgeous - you’ve got me right here!” Olivia sighed wistfully, shaking her head. “Sorry, Styles, but you just can’t compete with those blue eyes.”

Harry scoffed, picking up a M&M from the bowl in front of them and throwing it at her. “Right, well, that’s just rude.” Olivia bit back a grin and sat on his lap. She kissed him, and then said, “You know, usually, I’d say I like you ‘cause you’re cute and nice, but if you’re not going to let us watch an actual classic…”

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head, kissing her on the nose before replying, “Ask anyone, Liv, Notting Hill’s great, but it’s no The Notebook.” Olivia pursed her lips. “You’re mean,” she said.

“Wow, quite the zinger,” Harry laughed.

“Pleeease?” Olivia dragged, giving him puppy dog eyes from under her lashes. “Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?” Harry huffed a sigh, glancing at the two bowls on the table, and then began, “How about -”

“Yes!” Olivia exclaimed, snatching the remote from his hands.

“No, no, no,” Harry said with a grin, taking the remote back. “No, you didn’t let me finish.” He took an M&M from one bowl and a Skittle from the other, putting one in each hand, and then put his hands behind his back and switched them around a few times.

Olivia just raised an eyebrow.

“Right, so you’re going to pick a hand,” Harry said, pulling his hands from behind his back with his fists closed, “and if it’s a Skittle, we watch the lad you’re cheating on me with. If not, I get to pick the movie.”

Olivia grinned. “Bold of you to assume you’re not the one I’m cheating on him with.”

Harry scoffed, standing up from the couch. “Right then, have fun with -”

“No!” Olivia yelped, pulling him back down. She laughed, shaking her head and trying to school her expression into a more serious one. “No, no, I’m sorry - what am I doing?” Harry rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself, and held out his hands again.

“Pick one.”

Olivia grimaced, looking at his closed fists warily. “The chocolate’s gonna be all melted…”

“Wouldn’t have been if you’d just chosen as soon as I asked.”

“Alright, alright,” Olivia laughed, tapping on his right fist.

He opened it, hoping for an M&M, but…

Alas.

“A-ha!” Olivia exclaimed, popping the Skittle into her mouth happily. “Get ready to swoon over Mr. Hugh Grant!” Harry muttered something about crooked teeth, but Olivia just shushed him as she clicked out of The Notebook and onto Notting Hill, curling up next to him as the movie began. Smiling, Harry kissed her forehead, and suddenly he wasn’t too upset about missing out on his favorite movie.

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Harry was head over heels for Olivia.

He really was.

He adored her enthusiasm, her love for new places, everything about her. More than anything, he was excited to finally be in Switzerland with her. She’d been looking forward to it since the beginning of tour, and he couldn’t wait to explore every inch of the country with her.

But not at half past midnight after a particularly long flight and brand new jet lag.

They’d just gotten off break, which meant Harry was still in that primary stage of not quite being used to the constantly fluctuating time zones. He was barely conscious, the warm, soft sheets of the bed in his awaiting hotel room seeming like heaven, his brain muddled with stale airplane air…

“It’s an hour, Harry,” Olivia was telling him in the car to the hotel.

“It’s one am, Liv.”

“It’s midnight,” Olivia sighed. “You think it’s midnight.”

“Please just wait a few hours,” Harry groaned, putting his head in his hands.

Olivia huffed, glancing around the car, and finally landed on the packet of Skittles she’d bought at the airport. “Okay, okay,” she said, sliding the remainder of the candies into her palm. There were only a few left, so she kept an orange one and a yellow one and put the rest back into the bag.

“Okay,” she repeated, putting a Skittle in each palm before putting her hands behind her back and switching them around a few times. Then she put her closed fists in front of her and said, “Pick one. Orange, right to the hotel. Yellow, right to the river.”

Harry sighed, tapping her left fist.

“Rigged,” Olivia said immediately at the sight of the orange Skittle, and that got a smile out of Harry, who grinned and shook his head. “We’ll go first thing tomorrow,” he told her, and Olivia groaned, eating both the Skittles and laying back against the door. “I’m gonna be bored to death in the hotel,” she grumbled.

Harry glared at her. “There’s this little thing called sleep, Liv.”

“Old man.”

“We’re the same age!” Harry exclaimed, and Olivia scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, well, you’re acting like a grandpa.” Harry managed to grin and replied, “I happen to know quite a few grandpas, so I will, in fact, take that as a compliment.”

“You’re impossible,” Olivia whined.

“And you need to sleep.”

“It’s not productive,” Olivia mumbled, smiling just a bit.

“‘s necessary, though,” Harry said.

Olivia grinned and kissed him. “Necessary is subjective.”

“Wake me up at six,” Harry told her, kissing her again before situating himself against the window to try and get some sleep. “Fine, old man,” Olivia sighed, pulling out a notebook and pencil. “Better wake up when I tell you to.”

“I will,” Harry said, not meaning it one bit.

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Harry woke up to the scent of coffee and citrusy perfume.

“Rise and shine, superstar!” Olivia sang, and Harry groaned, burrowing into the pillow.

Olivia sighed, bouncing onto the bed next to him and laying horizontally against his chest. “It’s seven,” she told him, “‘cause I’m nice. And I made coffee. I saw this really cute chocolate place on the drive over when you were sleeping, and they sell coffee, too, so we can get even more caffeine in our systems!”

“I can get more caffeine in my system,” Harry mumbled. “You sound like you’re high on crack.” Olivia giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She sat up and shook his shoulder. “Please?” she asked. “Pretty, pretty please?”

“Where’s the coffee?” Harry sighed.

“Wunderbar! Danke, liebling!” Olivia exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

Harry sipped his second (third?) cup of coffee as they walked through the streets, still half asleep. Much to Olivia’s disappointment, nothing was really open besides a few cafes where they’d gotten a few pastries and their coffee.

So Olivia led Harry into the old town, or, as Olivia told him, the Altstadt. Harry walked behind her as she flitted from one plaque to the other, occasionally coming back to him to explain something she found particularly interesting.

“Did you know that Erasmus walked these streets?” she asked enthusiastically, and Harry raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea who that is, love.” She giggled, shaking her head, and told him, “Me neither.”

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile, following her around a corner and then nearly bumping into her. She’d stopped dead in her tracks, and Harry followed her gaze to a small fountain.

On top of the fountain, where Olivia was staring with her jaw dropped, was a monkey. It seemed to be made of bronze, looking particularly mischievous with a hat and what looked to be a bunch of grapes.

“I love him,” Olivia whispered.

“Jesus Christ,” Harry muttered, grinning despite himself.

He followed her to the edge of the fountain, where she went dramatically still, and Harry stood behind her and slid his arms around her waist. “Should get one of these for your backyard,” he said after a second of silence, and she burst out giggling.

“Can you imagine?” she laughed. “A giant bronze monkey in the middle of Arizona?”

Harry shrugged, kissing her cheek, and then grabbed her hand and spun her around in a twirl. “This is wonderful,” he told her, “but we should probably get back.” Olivia pouted, but didn’t argue, instead sighing and staring ruefully over her shoulder as they walked away.

“Craige,” she said.

“What?”

She grinned. “His name is Craige, and he’s the love of my life.”

“I’m jealous,” Harry laughed.

“Oh, don’t be,” she replied. “You just can’t compete with a dashing monkey like Craige.”

“Nobody can.”

She giggled and took his hand, swinging it as they walked. “Now you’re getting it!”

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

“You got to pick the movie last night, I should get to pick the music today,” Olivia argued in the car back to the hotel. Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “Erm - no, that’s not how that works. We both like Fleetwood, but your old hippie stuff isn’t -”

“Old hippie stuff!” Olivia shrieked. “Just for that you should let me pick the music!”

“Okay, okay,” Harry laughed, balancing the steering wheel with his knee as they came to a red light. He reached into the cup holders in front of them, where the remainders of their snack were sitting.

“A M&M,” he said as he put a Skittle in one hand and an M&M in the other, “and we’ll listen to Fleetwood. Skittle, and you can pick.” Olivia groaned. “Not this again.” Harry grinned, keeping an eye on the red light as he put his hands under the wheel and switched them around a few times. “C’mon, Liv,” he said, bringing his hands back up, “it’ll melt. Chop chop.”

Olivia sighed, tapping his left fist.

Harry grinned as Olivia whined nonsense, popping the M&M into his mouth and driving on when the light changed. “You don’t even mind Fleetwood Mac,” he told her as she chewed through the Skittle and flicked through to Rumours. “Yeah,” she murmured, “but it’s overplayed…”

“Oh, please,” Harry scoffed.

“Really, though, I hear it so much it’s lost its charm,” Olivia insisted, but she was giving a pretty passionate air drum impression, so her point was lost. Harry grinned, glancing at her before looking back at the road. “Should’ve gone into drumming. Would’ve given Sarah some competition.”

“Bet your ass I would have,” Olivia told him, and they both shouted the chorus as it played. Olivia collapsed in a fit of giggles as she completely messed up the lyrics and told him, “Wouldn’t have happened if you’d let me pick.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You know the words, Liv. You’re awful at pretending, love.”

“No, I don’t!” Olivia exclaimed. “Swear to God, Styles - your choice in music just sucks. Our karaoke would have been so much better if you’d just let me pick.” Harry grinned, shaking his head. “That logic makes zero sense.”

“Logic is logic,” Olivia said with a shrug.

“‘s not logic,” Harry replied, “it’s nonsense. My bad.”

“You’re right. Your bad. Should let me pick the next song to make up for it.”

Harry shook his head, turning up the music as Second Hand News came on. “Very clever, Liv, but not today.” Olivia sighed, mumbling along with the song reluctantly as Harry screamed his lungs out.

She was grinning by the end of the song, peering out the window as the scenery flashed by and the music blasted. Harry smiled, and held her hand, and she laughed and called him a sap but kept their hands intertwined until they got back to the hotel.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

St. Jakobshalle was a success. Nerves had set in about playing Anna and Medicine for the first time, but both seemed to go over well with the fans. The crowd was spectacular, Olivia was golden, the show was fantastic.

He was on more of a high than ever after the curtain dropped, and drinks with the band and crew were in proper order, so Harry went out and had a ball. He danced and laughed and had the time of his life, thankfully without getting too pissed.

It was a little after one am when the car came around to pick them up, and Harry was about to get into the car with the others when Olivia tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey,” she said, “can we talk?” Harry nodded, telling the others he’d meet them at the hotel before following Olivia out the back and into the labyrinth of streets.

She grinned at him after a second, nudging his shoulder with hers. “Brilliant show, huh?”

“Brilliant,” Harry agreed, stealing a kiss. She giggled, grabbing his hand and swinging it between them as they walked. There was another beat of silence, and Harry cleared his throat. “This is… very pleasant, Liv, but, erm - anything in particular you wanted to talk about?”

“So glad you asked,” she said, just as they turned a corner, and Harry’s breath caught as he took in the scene in front of him. They’d come onto a little cobblestone street bordering the river - the Rhine, Harry was fairly certain - where a little stone bridge crossed the crystal blue water. There were small lanterns dotting strings between trees, and the moon was bright in the sky, surrounded by stars blinking at him cheerfully.

“Wow,” Harry murmured.

They walked up to the bridge, stopping just in the middle to look over the water to the horizon in the distance. Huge, castle-like houses dotted the hillsides, and there was a brightly lit Ferris wheel just visible behind a tower. Lights sparkled from inside houses and from the amusement park under the Ferris wheel, glittering like the stars peppering the inky night sky above them.

“It’s beautiful,” Harry said quietly.

“Yeah,” Olivia whispered.

“We’ll buy that house,” Harry told Olivia, pointing to a house on the water, “and come every summer.” The house was surrounded by a low stone wall and tufts of bright green trees, and painted a blue color that was bright even in the darkness. Dozens of windows were lit bright yellow, and smoke curled from its chimneys.

“We could fit both our families combined in that thing,” Olivia said, laughing a bit.

“We should. Or the band. Fancy a writing retreat here for three months?”

Olivia giggled, nudging his shoulder. “Reckon I do fancy a writing retreat,” she said, mocking his accent, and Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Christ,” he murmured with a grin. There was a beat of silence, and then Olivia cleared her throat.

“Hey, Harry?” she said softly.

“Hm?”

She smiled, stepping up on her tiptoes, and with her lips just centimetres from his, she whispered, “I love you, too.” She leaned forward, just a bit, and kissed him. And even though the sky was dark and the sun was nowhere to be seen, at that moment, everything was golden.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

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jeongahn · 4 years

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✨ HEHE HELLO MY SUN! 95hua is my gfx and 17joshua is my gif portfolio blogs - Bea 💓

(Don’t) Creator’s send me a ✨ + your creations tag and I’ll talk about some of your pieces I love! Bea’s creations (gfx) and her gifs and her blog @joshuahong (I still want to tag joshsua, it’s been literal YEARS)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - How do I make this short. Bea. I truly love your work so much, that when I tried to go through your archive from 2015 and onward - all my brain did was “oh that’s a fave. no wait that’s a fave. that one too. OH but THIS ONE-”. I’m not exaggerating. Every single piece. So to keep this condensed, I’m only going to talk about the pieces that gave me the visceral “!!!” because I remember how floored I was at the piece. Just know that EVERY piece you’ve done gives me that reaction. So this ask? This ask is now my own personal hell because I don’t know how to choose 3-5 pieces that I love more than the other. But I will try. This is more of a “walk down memory lane,” - in which I recall how much the piece amazed me at the time it was posted. This might seem long but let me tell you - this is as condensed as I could possibly make it. Like I am pulling my own teeth trying to mention just a FEW of these pieces that I really love. I need a drink. GOD this is obnoxiously long I don’t know what to do.

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2015

(1) (2) (3)These graphics are so heavily ingrained in my mind that I’m now realizing how much this inspired some of my graphics I did years later. Like??? It set the tone for what I value in a piece of work LOL. And when I look back at my own work now - I can see how much of these “lessons” I incorporated.

For (1) in particular, I adored the bleeding effect on the surrounding gifs! And how each panel bled into one another through those wisps.

In (2) the COLORS just had me squirming like a delighted little sausage. It fit Seventeen’s image at the time so well. It was youthful, colorful, fresh. Everything that Akkinda was at that time. I LOVED the sparkles and the fucking TREE. Ugh that was truly one of the best graphics I saw at the time.

In (3) - the way you oriented the text was amazing. It was a lot of text but the way you spaced it out and added these visual breaks made it so easy to digest. Like one panel is text heavy. Then another panel is image heavy with a bit of text.Then there’s a gif panel with more text but also spaced out with more image. The balance is fucking incredible Bea. And literally - that’s how my own mind is programmed to make gfx now so it’s nuts seeing that it might have been influenced by your own methods I viewed over the years. LORD, I should call you professor?

2016

Very few things I never heal from. This manipulation of Jeonghan and Joshua from the Chocolate MV? Is one of them. The Chocolate MV in general? Is another. But okay I recall how I gasped because of how GOOD this was. It’s still hitting me. Your brain is so sexy Bea. Also, I’m bummed we never got Mint Jeonghan. But like, who cares? Bea edited a mint Jeonghan and that’s all I’ll ever need. I would literally frame this LOL. Like I’m half considering slapping it onto my corkboard just so I can look at it often.

I would literally pick every single piece from 2016 but I think JiHan was my most favorite and I can’t tell if that’s the bias in me that’s making these decisions.

2017

This is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen lmfao. I wish I had something more flourished to say but I remember thinking how fucking genius you were for highlighting the teaser like this. Since it was so scenic. And rather than making a hardcore gfx out of it - you just enhanced the vibe with text, coloring, and a bit of texture. You also did this same concept with Jeonghan and it just...oof it was so perfect.

And then later on, when all the teasers were released - THIS stunning piece of work was done. I was SO impressed by the way you did the gifs with that cross effect. It’s not easy showing 13 pieces of anything. But you did THAT. And ALSO used the images of the teasers, you’re a MAD MAN BEA. A GENIUS. I’m still so shocked by how well done is this.

And you know what this talented fuck did WITH THE ACTUAL MV? You’re not going to fucking believe this. You’re really not. Why am I suddenly so angry. Just look at THIS and you’ll understand full well, why I am SCREAMING. I’ve NEVER seen anything done like this at the time it was posted. Like Bea REALLY set the fucking tone with this gfx. To this day I can’t think of a single gfx that captures an MV THIS WELL. UGH it’s BRILLIANT. If I HAD to pick a favorite - like you threatened to burn my pumpkin patch - I would choose this one. But because I’m not being threatened I’m now making this LONG ASS POST on WHY I LOVE BEA’S WORK SO MUCH-

I recently watched InuYasha in all of it’s entirity because I thought of this gfx a while back lmfao. Jeonghan as Sesshomaru and Joshua as a half demon? Satiates something inside of me. Anyways. The tones used here always get me. The soft beiges and purples at so NICE. I think I mentioned it reminded of buying lavenders out of burlap bags in romantic market places LOL. But the vibe still fits. The movie poster vibe is something you didn’t do often back then so it was cool seeing you try out a different style! The way top right and bottom left are correlated is something that flew right over my head back then. But now? I’m eating this shit up. It’s delicious.

Shout out to the “Story of the Moon” series Bea did with Meanie, in which she insp credited herself. Is that not, the biggest flex? I love all your star crossed lovers concepts. Bea loves to: yearn. OH btw, here’s the actual Story of the Moon. It’s so sweet. Probably not the original but SO pretty either way. I think this might be the original. Re: Bea loves to learn.

I swear I’m done with 2017 but I gotta mention part 2 of Demon!JiHan. I never realized how much I loved this series of gfx. Bea. This is GOOD shit.

2018

This is GREAT. One thing I loved about YMMD concept was how the gradient reflected on the concept of day to night. So I adored how Bea did this! It was a clever way to utilize 13 images since the aspect of day and night happen in 12hr cycles.

Just know anything Bea does of JiHan is most likely going to be some GREAT work because of the way a storyline is involved in it. I remember you talking to me about this concept so seeing it come into fruition was pretty fucking cool. Again. Bea loves to yearn. The colors reminded me of the 2015 piece I adored so much.

She did it again with the flawless approach on Demon!Jihan. It’s like year by year it becomes more and more sexy. I LOVE this. The editing on this is more “today Bea”. It’s got such a nice use of shadow and saturation. I remember those images were so hard for me to edit because of the shadow so I didn’t edit them LOL. But nothing stop’s Bea’s expertise. The red tones really get me. I love how this series went from soft burlap bag of lavender to reddish hues. It feels aggressive and I LOVE that.

This is probably the best birthday graphic that ever exists. Again Bea was so clever with how she displayed a lot of images from Joshua’s ENTIRE career. Along with text. Not just eras. Not just songs. But Joshua as a person as well. Whenever I see this I feel so fond. You can smell the love radiating off of this gfx. Joshua would be SO honored.

2019

This is so pretty. Like it reminds me of salwar kameez lmfao. I remember this fondly. It’s like they’re what is inside of a string light. Not light bulbs. It’s Seventeen’s Vocal Unit.

Shout out to this graphic that is reposted literally everywhere. Bea you unlocked every Carat’s deep want: Tatted!Seventeen. Your talent with manipulations is unreal. The tattoo series and Cyber/ Humanoid series really showcase that. Another shoutout to how Bea inspired that one set of teasers with the pressed flower freckles. I want this in a resin dish. Who on Etsy will do this for me-

(1) (2). The dichotomy of these 2 graphics still get me. In (1) there’s this warm and luxurious vibe. Then in (2) it’s the same luxurious vibe, but creepier than the previous because of the icy feel. It’s so neat. Both are SO beautifully done. I love the shimmer tears on Joshua in (1) and the icy sparkles on Vernon in (2).

2020

I REALLY love this set. The BUTTERFLIES are you KIDDING ME??? I love them. I’m so glad you incorporated them. I love how you subject edit. The way you create glow on the face is so nice. It literally reminds me of using “How Many Carats?!?!!” on the face. Which is SO fitting lmfao. On this work it’s a bit more... “soft glow” but I had to mention it. Joshua with the monarch butterflies makes my heart warm. I dunno if Monarchs are California’s butterflies. But so many places in my town are dedicated to Monarch butterflies so when I think of California, I think of Monarch butterlfies. Anyways I adore the FLUSH on these images. It’s so INNOCENT

I love the entire Cyber series but the way you did everyone’s bionic arm? INCREDIBLE. I can’t even begin to understand HOW you did this Bea. It almost makes me angry that you do this shit for FREE. I get to look at this for free? It feels illegal. I was so floored I missed several details. Like how you made the lighting work with this neon light vibe. That takes a GOOD artistic eye and you clearly have that. Jihoon’s current of energy on his face? U G H it’s so GO OD. I want to stare at it forever. WAIT the BACKGROUND as well. Listen the more I stare this. The more details I realize I miss because I’m so caught up in one detail. It’s just such an incredible series that you execute so flawlessly.

I just really love this. I can’t describe why. It’s just so nice to look at. That panel with Joshua’s glitter tears (p2)? I love it. All of it is so satisfying to look at and I got that entire vibe from the MV in general. So this was an appropriate way to display it!

I have yet to see all of your 2020 gfx so instead I’m gonna rb them and gush lol but really Bea. All your work is so good and if I could write a book on how much I appreciate them - (clearly) I would.

#*kajal gushes over bea's graphic for an actual 3 hours straight*#bea im sorry you had to read any aspect of this #but i really love your work lmfao #i slowly lose my fucking mind the longer i write #this took me around 2hrs lmfao #im sweating this actually stressed me out because i couldnt condense it taht well lmfao #*answ

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Kazuna Masunaga SSR

2019 ー Mysterious Morning [不思議な朝]

“ ......It’s a snow dome.”

『 Event: The Promised Christmas (19th - 26th December 2019) 』

Part 1

Kazuna: ‘........’

Kazuna: ‘Nnn…..cold….’

Kazuna: ‘........Oh…...It’s already this late…..? Did I fall asleep twice….? Fuwahh…..’

Kazuna: ‘......? Somehow, it’s strangely quiet….’

Kazuna: ‘Is everyone still asleep…..? They were tired after the live, so it’s not impossible. Though they should slowly wake up and get ready…..’ ______

Kazuna: ‘Good morning, Mikado, in a bit it will be noon. Are you fine not getting ready?’

Kazuna: ‘........Mikado?’

Kazuna: ‘Eh…. He’s not here.’

Kazuna: ‘Momo?’

Kazuna: ‘Hikaru? …...Tatsuhiro?’

Kazuna: ‘........Nobody’s here…..? Why……’

Kazuna: ‘Ah,….. right. Everyone has their solo works today…..’

Kazuna: ‘......I forgot, how weird. I’m kind of absent-minded….’

Kazuna: ‘Eehm, I’m free until the evening, so….. I’m supposed to join up with everyone before the live broadcast’s rehearsal.’

Kazuna: ‘I still have time until then….. Perhaps I should prepare things in advance.’

Kazuna: ‘Uhm, my bag wasーー’

Before he can continue there is a loud noise.

Kazuna: ‘Waah!?’

Kazuna: ‘What was that sound just now…… From the veranda maybe. What’s there…..’

ーKnock knockー

Kazuna: Eh, again……!?’

Kazuna: ‘True, it came from there?’

ーKnock knockー

Kazuna: Eh! It looks like the door is opened…..? It can’t be, a thief…..!?’

Kazuna: ‘......What should I do? Is there something I can use as a weaponーー’

Kazuna: ‘Ah…...Tatsuhiro, sorry, I’m going to borrow your roller…..! Alright…..!’

Kazuna: ‘Stop there!’

Goshi: ‘Uooh!?’

Kazuna: ‘Eh!?’

Goshi: ‘That’s dangerous…..! What are you swinging that thing around!?’

Kazuna: ‘G-Goshi…..!? What in the world are you doing here…..?’

Part 2

Goshi: ‘What are you doing? Isn’t that a roller for muscle training.’

Kazuna: ‘Eh. Because I thought that it’s a thief, I looked for something to use…..’

At his explanation, Goshi has to laugh.

Goshi: ‘You tried to confront them with such a thing? You’re unexpectedly unreasonable.’

Kazuna: ‘Ahaha….. I wonder, should I buy a bat for crime prevention next time.’

Goshi: ‘Do that. Well, anyway, sorry for making you all nervous. MooNs asked me to go take a look at your condition.’

Kazuna: ‘Eh, they did?’

Goshi: ‘Yeah. This morning, no matter how many times they woke you up, you didn’t react. They’ve been wondering if you’re okay ever since they arrived at the location.’

Goshi: ‘It was incredibly urgent, so I rushed to see you.’

Kazuna: ‘So it was like that….. S-Sorry, okay?’

Goshi: ‘No….. But in fact, there was no response when the chime was ringing, same for the phone, so I got impatient as well.’

Kazuna: ‘I got a phone call? I didn’t notice at all.’

Goshi: ‘Thought so. That’s why I came from thereーー’

Kazuna: ‘W-Wait a minute. Goshi, you just came from the veranda, right? You didn’t possibly walk along the veranda!?’

Goshi: ‘Yeah. I thought countless times if I slip I'll die.’

Kazuna: ‘Die….. Why did you do such an unreasonable thing!?’

Goshi: ‘No, well, even if I’d fallen today, I thought how it would turn out. Did you take a look outside?’

Kazuna: ‘Outside?’

Kazuna: ‘Uwah, what amazing snow….!’

Goshi: ‘It’s heavily snowing since morning, and piled up tens of centimeters.’

Kazuna: ‘A-Amazing….. To have so much snow in Tokyo.’

Goshi: ‘Things like the biggest observation in history, or unheard of such heavy snow, so it says in the news.’

Kazuna: ‘Indeed, when it’s like this you can’t drive the car at all, and it seems like you can’t leave the mansion as well…..’

Kazuna: ‘Ah, the live broadcast…..! What should we do, with this snow? Even if we leave now, we may not make it on time…..’

Goshi: ‘If it’s that, don’t worry about it. The special program went by the board, you know. Because of this snow, every station changed to news programs.’

Kazuna: ‘I-I see…… That’s good to hear…..’

Kazuna: ‘Could it be, I also was contacted. I’ll have to check my phone.’

Goshi: ‘Yeah. But before that, the entrance.’

Kazuna: ‘Eh?’

Goshi: ‘Open it.’ ______

Kento: Oh, you two are still alive.’

Goshi: ‘Ah? What do you mean.’

Ryuji: ‘I’m glad. Kazu, you were safe.’

Tsubasa: ‘Masunaga-san…..! I was so worried.’

Kazuna: ‘Sorry. It looks like I was in a deep sleep…. But, what is everyone doing here?’

Miroku: ‘We were also left behind at the mansion.’

Kazuna: ‘Left behind?’

Tsubasa: ‘That is right, to be hoー achoo.’

Tsubasa: ‘......I-I am sorry.’

Kazuna: ‘No, the hallway is cold. For now, come in, everyone.’

Part 3

Kazuna can’t stop getting surprised. A lot of weird things are happening…..

Kazuna: ‘The blackout is happening everywhere, so the traffic lights aren’t working as well….? I understand, that means you can’t go outside. Yesterday night was also a blackout, in addition to the already busy December, it’s terrible.’

Tsubasa: ‘I was able to confirm everyone’s safety but what happens from now on is completely uncertain.’

Ryuji: ‘If something happens, they will contact Tsubasa. Instead of being scattered, it’s better to be together, I think.’

Kazuna: ‘That’s true. Feel free to use anything in here, I don’t mind. Please feel at home, everyone.’

Kento: ‘Then, I shall accept your offer. Kazuna, can you light some relaxing aroma for me?’

Kazuna: ‘Eh?’

Ryuji: ‘How nice, please do so.’

Kazuna: ‘O-Okay. Then something like lavender and rose geraniumーー’

Kazuna: ‘Eh, Goshi and Miroku-kun, what are you doing?’

Miroku: ‘It’s a new training.’

Kazuna: ‘Amazing….. Springing and jumping…..’

Goshi: ‘It’s effective for the triceps.’

Miroku: ‘Fuu…..As expected of Kaneshiro-san, you remembered fast.’

Goshi: ‘Of course. Sumisora, you do it too.’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes, I will!’

Kazuna: ‘Even Sumisora-san…..!?’

Kento: ‘Kazuna, your phone’s vibrating.’

Kazuna: ‘Ah, thanks.’

Kazuna: ‘......! It’s a JOIN message from MooNs. The confusion at the location seems to have calmed down considerably.’

Tsubasa: ‘Here too, I just got a message! Thanks to Yuta-kun and Kitakado-san’s as well as the staff’s instructions, they seem to be able to meet the situation. Ah…..Akane-kun and the others too, it looks like there is no problem.’

Kazuna: ‘I see. Good to hear…..’

Ryuji: ‘......Eh? Kento, what are you doing?’

Kento: ‘No, there’s just a BluRay here that interests me.’

Miroku: ‘You do as you please, huh. Were you relieved when you heard Yuta-kun is safe?’

Kento: ‘Not really. In the first place, I wasn’t that worried about it. He’s the type who, even if stuck in the snow, makes a snowman at the spot and can play for hours.’

Kento: ‘More importantly, is this a Christmas movie? I’ve never seen this title before.’

Kazuna: ‘I wonder. Who borrowed it…..? Since we still have time, shall we watch it if it interests you?’

Kazuna: ‘Alright. And, play.’

Tsubasa: ‘Waah….. The illuminations of the residential area are beautiful.’

Ryuji: ‘Yep, it has an American Christmas feeling. …..Fufu, Santa has come, huh. The children sure are in high spirits.’

Miroku: ‘Over there, it’s more common to spend Christmas with the family. So there are a lot more family movies than love stories. In Japan as well, there is the image of when children are small they spend Christmas with the family…. How is it with Masunaga-san’s family?’

Kazuna: ‘Eh? At home…. You’re right, it probably was like that.’

Kento: ‘Hm…..? Doesn’t the hero look like Momo?’

Kazuna: ‘Eh?’

Momotaro: ‘「It’s delicate glasswork…. However, why is it an apple for Christmas?」’

Kazuna: ‘True….! But, did he do such work?’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh, did you forget? It is a movie from last year, starring Momo-kun.’

Kazuna: ‘Eh? Starring…...Wait, in America…..?’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes.’

Kazuna: ‘I see….. If you say so and saw it, it seems to be like that….?’

Goshi: ‘Are you fine? You are weird today.’

Kazuna: ‘Hmm…..’

Momotaro: ‘「Everyone, are these the ornaments to decorate the tree with?」’

Ryuji: ‘Tree….. Ah, right!’

Ryuji: ‘There’s something I want to show everyone. Do you mind coming to our room for a bit?’

Part 4

Kazuna: ‘Wah,......Wow. It’s a mountain of presents.’

Tsubasa: ‘They are lined up under the tree, it looks like in the movie from earlier!’

Ryuji: ‘Tomo prepared one for everyone. I just looked at JOIN, should we don’t come today, then it’s fine to open them beforehand.’

Kento: ‘Hee, how smart of him. Hm….There are names written on the cards.’

Goshi: ‘Shingari, this is yours.’

Miroku: ‘Thank you very much. Ah, it’s a Mendako plush toy….. How cute.’

Goshi: ‘Mine is…… Isn’t this the Big Burger special sauce. You don’t get this one anymore. That guy, he has a good taste.’

Kento: ‘Eyelash serum and hair oil….. As expected of Tomo, he understands me.’

Tsubasa: ‘He even prepared something for me, that makes me happy.’

Kazuna: ‘................’

Ryuji: ‘Won’t you open yours, Kazu?’

Kazuna: ‘That’s not the case…… Rather, I feel bad.’

Ryuji: ‘Tomo wanted to that, so don’t think like that. Isn’t it fine? Here, he went out of his way to buy it, open it.’

Kazuna: ‘Yeah…..You’re right. Then…..’ ____

Kazuna: ‘Oh…..’

Miroku: ‘What was in there?’

Kazuna: ‘......It’s a snow dome.’

Tsubasa: ‘Beautiful….. What delicate and artistic work.’

Kazuna: ‘Why did he…..?’

Ryuji: ‘Kazu? What are you this surprised for?’

Kazuna: ‘.......Yeah. Because this is….. It’s something I wanted from when I was small.’

Kazuna: ‘......My father bought it as a souvenir from his business trip. I received something different, and my big brother this snow dome.’

Kazuna: ‘The glittering sparkles in my brother’s hands looked so dazzling…. I was envious of him. I was soothed by the thought of when I get a bit bigger I will go buy a snow dome. And was looking forward to it…..’

Kazuna: ‘In the end, I didn’t get it at all. Well, I forgot about it until just now.’

Tsubasa: ‘So that is what happened….’

Goshi: ‘To get something like this as a present, it surely is surprising then.’

Ryuji: ‘Tomo, he has this miraculous side to him, hasn’t he. He casually realizes a wish you’ve never spoken about until now….’

Ryuji: ‘Perhaps, he is Santa’s reincarnation?’

Miroku: ‘.....I can’t really imagine a beard wearing Kitakado-san.’

Goshi: ‘Haha…..’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu.’

Kazuna: ‘....Hehe.’

Kento: ‘Stop it, Miroku. I’ll probably have to laugh if I imagine it.’

Ryuji: ‘Ahaha. Isn’t it fine, a bearded Tomo.’

Kazuna: ‘Fufu, I’m a bit interested in seeing it.’

Kazuna: ‘.....Oh? Who’s in the kitchen?’

Ryuji: ‘Eh? Aah, it’s about time, huh.’

Kazuna: ‘About time…. This smell, stew….?’

Kento: ‘Oh, don’t you like stew, Kazuna?’

Kazuna: ‘......No, that’s not it. It’s nostalgic somehow. When I was small, my mother made stew at Christmas. This smell is similar to back then….’

Miroku: ‘Similar? Isn’t it the same?’

Kazuna: ‘Eh…. No way, it can’t be.’

Tsubasa: ‘How about it. Why don’t you go there and take a look to understand?’

Kazuna: ‘Understand…..’

Kazuna: ‘......Impossible, could…. my mother be there?’

Kazuna: ‘......Hey.’

????: ‘Not yet. Just a bit longer, Kazunaーー’

Kazuna: ‘........!’ ______________

????: ‘......der…..’

Kazuna: ‘........Eh……’

Part 5

Hikaru: ‘.......derー, I said leader!’

Kazuna: ‘........!’

Hikaru: ‘Wah, he woke up!’

Momotaro: ‘Good morning, leader.’

Kazuna: ‘Eh,..... every-one…..?’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Yeah. Why are you so surprised.’

Mikado: ‘It’s slowly becoming noon. To oversleep at a time like this, it’s quite rare for you, leader.’

Momotaro: ‘Even though there’s still time until the live broadcast, it’s better to wake up soon.’

Kazuna: ‘The live broadcast……. But, the snow.’

Kazuna: ‘Oh? It’s not snowing…..’

Tatsuhiro: ‘No matter how you look at it, it’s sunny.’

Hikaru: ‘Ahaha, are you half asleep?’

Kazuna: ‘Half asleep…..’

Kazuna: ‘......I see it was a dream. Something was weird I thought.’

Hikaru: ‘Hmm? Leader, are you okay?’

Kazuna: ‘Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for waking me up. Did I perhaps made you worried?’

Tatsuhiro: ‘No, we just thought how rare it was. Well, you must be tired from the past days.’

Hikaru: ‘Truth is, you could have continued to sleep. Though because it’s Christmas, I want to eat together with everyone~ I thought.’

Mikado: ‘That’s right! And, Momotasu made stew for us.’

Kazuna: ‘Aah….. That’s why the nice smell.’

Momotasu: ‘Because it’s cold today. It surely will warm your body.’

Kazuna: ‘Haha…..I see. Thanks, Momo.’

Hikaru: ‘Ah, right! Leader, were you able to receive the snow dome?’

Kazuna: ‘Eh?’

Hikaru: ‘In your sleep-talking, you said I want it~, that’s why I’m curious about it.’

Kazuna: ‘I-I did?’

Momotaro: ‘Yeah. We couldn’t clearly hear it but you said something like that.’

Kazuna: ‘You were surprised, you laughed, made a sad face…. You looked busy somehow.’

Hikaru: ‘But in the end he gently laughed, right?’

Mikado: ‘Yeah, it was a really happy face. What in the world did you dream about?’

Their talk makes him speechless for a second. It sounds too absurd to be true.

Kazuna: ‘..................’

Kazuna: ‘Hmー......I forgot.’

Hikaru: ‘Ehー!? Even though you just woke up!? I’m getting worried……!’

Kazuna: ‘Ahaha, sorry.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Well, it’s like that with dreams.’

Mikado: ‘But I’m curious. Was it a good dream?’

Kazuna: ‘Fufu, I wonder. More importantly, that’s a really nice smell. I will also help to set the table.’

END

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Serving You on Wings

Lloyd has never been to one of these theme cafés that Zelos keeps raving about. But once meeting a waitress with a unique costume that catches his eye, he can't help but want to learn more about these specially-designed wings of hers! (And her, too...)

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Irving/Colette Brunel, Sheena Fujibayashi, Zelos Wilder, Alice, Decus Rating: G Mirror Links: AO3 Notes: For @colloydweek Day 3: Wings. A coffee-shop AU mixed with maid cafes and handcrafted wings! This is around 7k words, I’m sorry, but the idea ran away from me.

More importantly! @frayed-symphony made a lovely fanart of a scene from the fic for this same day! Be sure to check it!

“Dude, this café,” Zelos gestured to the establishment, its curvy lettering on the sign, adorned with sparkles and pictures of cute wings over the name, “is the best café ever. Seriously.”

“Oh, that’s neat.” Lloyd looked over the sign that hung above the shop that was apparently called ‘Wings’. The lettering even seemed to change color when the sun hit it at certain angles, like a cool rainbow effect. “So the food they serve is really good? Like chicken wings?” It was called Wings, after all, so…

“Bud, that’s not the point of these!” Zelos sighed at his friend’s ignorance. “It’s a theme café! You know what those are, right?”

Lloyd stared at the sign, then back at Zelos. “So… the food isn’t good?”

“God damn, Lloyd. You’re not getting it. It’s the presentation here that’s important.”

Lloyd thought about what Zelos said for a good five seconds. “Ohhh, so like the food’s okay, but it looks cool, right?”

“Seriously, you need to stop thinking about your stomach for once in your life.” Zelos gestured again to the cafe, more vehemently this time, as if he was ready to bash Lloyd’s head in through one of the shop windows. “Theme café! You know, decorations, lighting, cute girls in costumes? They’re like angels, waiting hand and foot on you…”

“Costumes? Is it a holiday?”

“...Just-! Just get in here!” Zelos grumpily grabbed his best bud’s arm, shoving him through the door. Lloyd only had time to look through the windows to see people seated at small tables, sipping at drinks, but it didn’t look any different from any other café. The following delicate chime of the door clashed a bit discordantly with them both arguing.

“Gah! Stop pushing me already!” Lloyd shouted.

“Stop rejecting the good things in life!” Zelos countered back.

“Hello! Welcome to the Wings Café!” said someone else entirely. “Where we serve you… on wings!”

Lloyd had managed to get Zelos in a headlock so that the guy could stop pushing him when he finally noticed the person speaking to them. He raised his head, momentarily stunned. A girl with shining blonde hair stood before them in a frilly maid uniform, tinged a light green and a soft white. She even had a cap to match her dress, outfitted with red ribbons, and…

“Oh? Wings?” he said aloud.

He wasn’t talking about the name. A pair of literal wings extended from the girl’s back, dyed pink and all decorated in sparkles! They were so sparkly that some of the glitter drifted from those wings to flutter to the floor whenever the girl shifted a little. She was looking at him curiously ever since his little comment.

“Uh, hi!” Lloyd greeted. Huh, so this was what Zelos meant by cute girls in costumes… A choking sound reminded him about said Zelos was struggling in his grip. “Oh, sorry,” but his apology was half-hearted at best.

“The hell, Lloyd! Were you trying to knock me out?” Zelos complained.

“Wow, you two must be really good friends!” The girl said. “Did you need a table for two?”

“Oh, you’re new here!” Zelos crooned, winking at the girl, not at all mindful to how messy his hair looked now from him and Lloyd’s brief scuffle. “Have I died and gone to heaven now?”

“Oh, I hope not!” the girl helpfully added. “Does that mean you’re sick? I hope you feel better soon!”

That clearly hadn’t been the reaction that Zelos had expected, hesitating on his next pick-up line. Lloyd almost burst out in laughter at the expression on the guy’s face. “I was- I was just saying you looked nice-”

“Don’t listen to him. He says this every time he comes in here, which is already too damn much.”

A black-haired women walked up to the other, holding a platter full of dirty plates and mugs. Well, maybe not walked, she seemed to float to her almost? Which confused Lloyd for a bit. But she had wings on her back, too – smaller ones that were feathery looking and painted white. She made sure to give a wide berth around Zelos as she got ready to leave again, all while glaring daggers at him. “You try any funny business on her, I’m serving you out the door.”

Zelos smiled then, looking instantly right at home. “Heey, Sheena! My favorite maid! Missed you, too!”

Now that Lloyd looked around, it wasn’t just these two girls that had on wings – it looked like all the servers did! Women in serving outfits waited on tables, smiling as bright as the wings they wore behind them. Some wings were pure white, some were rich black, while others went for a multicolor effect. But none of them reached the shade of pink that the greeting girl had.

“Let me show you to your seats!” spoke said girl. She bowed politely, and in the process, nearly slipped. Lloyd reached out reflexively to catch her by the arms.

“Whoa! You okay?” he asked, looking down at the floor. Was it just slippery? Then he noticed the roller skates. Oh, that explained before…

“Ah, sorry! I… messed up, hehe. Thanks.” The girl smiled up at him, her own hands resting against his forearms as he held her. Eventually, she got up on her own and let go, and that was when he caught her nametag on her uniform. Colette, it said. Hm. “A-anyway, let me show you to a table!”

Maybe Zelos had a point about this place.

Lloyd, in his entire life, had never heard of an angel themed café before. Or… a themed anything, actually.

“Man, you are just so sad.” Zelos shook his head at his friend’s misfortunes. “Good thing you have me along to teach you some class!”

“You really gotta though?” He got a closer look at all the people working here, still waiting on people’s tables as their wings fluttered behind them. Some of them even had halos! And then some had like four wings or more which was kind of weird.

He hadn’t seen the girl named Colette ever since she brought them to their table, and then essentially skated away. Or ‘floated away’? That seemed to be the effect of the skates anyway. He kept watching out for her..

“Anyway, what did I tell ya? This is the best place!” Zelos leaned back on his chair, looking intensely proud of himself. “I can tell you like it too!”

“Uh, yeah I guess.”

“So which one would you say is your favorite? I always rank Sheena as the best with that rack, but last time she undercooked my omelet which gave me a stomachache, so I’m bumping her down a few points-”

Lloyd wasn’t listening. He caught sight of Colette again, carrying a platter in her hands, topped with the coffee drinks they ordered. She was still in her skates, looking around in obvious confusion around the café. “Hey! Colette!” He waved, so that Colette could see him. And she did!

Though in her turn, she nearly upended the platter full of drinks, but caught herself just in time, balancing herself shakily on her rolling footwear. She went over to them. “Hello! How did you know my name?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” Zelos asked his friend with the deepest of suspicions.

“Oh, your nametag.” It was right there, after all. “I’m Lloyd, by the way!”

“What? Who reads those?” No one answered Zelos still.

Colette smiled back at Lloyd, her eyes bright and cheery as she placed Lloyd’s coffee on the table. “It’s really nice to meet you, Lloyd!” She stood up straight again, her wings catching the sunlight through the windows, shimmering with a myriad of pink shades. “If you want to eat too, we have a special on blueberry pancakes today!”

While food sounded good to Lloyd, he was still really caught up in those wings, eyes drawn to its structure, to its sparkling features, to the very difference of its shape compared to the other maids’ wings. He placed his chin in his hand, so preoccupied with his stare. Actually… “How come yours looks different from everyone’s?”

“Hm?”

“Your wings, I mean.”

Colette craned her head a little to look at her wings, her expression brightening even more at his curiosity. “Oh! Well, most of the others’ wings came with their uniforms. But I decided to make my own! I used this special cardboard for arts and crafts, and tried to come up with my own design! Though… some of the customers complain I used too much glitter…”

“No way, the glitter is really cool! Like, you’re supposed to be this magic angel, yeah? It fits!”

“Ah, you really think so?” Colette’s expression was as radiant as her wings. “Thank you!”

“I- I was just about to say the same thing!” spoke Zelos, who continued being ignored.

“It looks really complicated, too. But it must be a hassle when you need to change your clothes or something. Did you have to make holes in your uniform?”

If anyone even knew that Zelos existed, they might have noticed his look of pure befuddlement on his face.

To Colette, however, such questions made a lot of sense. “It’s actually really easy to put on! Look!” She pointed to a hidden little string that was hanging by the side of her uniform. “I use these to make them flutter, but I can put them away, too! See?” Colette pulled at the string then, and shwip! The wings folded inside themselves, all neatly against her back so that she was just a regular serving girl instead of an angel maid.

“Whoa!” Lloyd was clearly impressed. Her wings had practically vanished! “How’d you come up with that? It must have taken a while to make!”

Zelos remained in the background, frowning as hard as he could. “Dude… you are missing the whole point of this place…”

“I just worked on it a lot!” She pulled at the string once more, revealing her wings in a shower of falling sparkles. Lloyd thought it looked amazing! A customer behind Colette flinched instead, muttering about there being ‘glitter in my soup…’

Colette then raised her head up, looking towards the kitchen. “Oh, sorry I have to go now! I’ll be right back and – ah! Sorry, but did you want anything to eat?”

“Hm… those blueberry pancakes sound really good!” Lloyd said, watching the way her wings seemed to flutter on their own accord.

“Okay! I’ll be right back with your order!” Colette turned instantly, another shower of sparkles getting everywhere in the air at Zelos’ direction. He coughed and sputtered as some of the sparkles got in his throat. “Gah! Oh god there’s so much…”

Lloyd just watched all that glitter dance in the air, trailing after Colette as she skated away. “That’s so cool…”

“Hey, she still has my coffee!” Zelos whined. “Ugh, sorry, bud, but I’m gonna have to rank little miss angel a bit low.”

Zelos was really just background noise to Lloyd at this point. Those wings were so neat! Could he… huh…

“What the hell are you grinning about now?” Zelos said, grumpy that the angel café today was not exactly being the best to him right now.

“Eh, nothing, don’t worry about it,” Lloyd said, sipping at his coffee. Did he order this hot or cold? He couldn’t really remember. Oh well, not like it mattered anyway. He liked both!

“We got a new recruit coming in!”

Colette had only been working at the café for a couple of weeks, and though she had mixed up a few orders and spread her wing’s glitter wherever she went, people were so overwhelmingly fond of her. They could even forgive her tripping over her skates and breaking some tables in the process! Although when that happened, it came out of her paycheck…

So she was instantly curious when she heard she wouldn’t be the only newbie anymore! Sheena’s voice called out as the veteran waitress opened the door to the back, where Colette was putting away all the plates and cups. “Hey, Colette. Think you can help train this guy?”

“Oh?” But she was a bit new herself, and she had dropped so much silverware the past week, too. “Is that really ok-” She stopped, realizing who it was she was going to train. He stood behind Sheena, his face instantly familiar. “Lloyd?”

“Hi, Colette!” Lloyd greeted enthusiastically. He was grinning wide at her, as he did on the day she first met him. He was already wearing a serving uniform, too! A black serving apron over a white long-sleeved shirt, complete with a black bowtie! He wore it well!

She couldn’t help the smile forming on her face. “H-hi! It’s so nice to – wah!” Still carrying one of the plates, the wings she still wore snagged onto a nearby cabinet, offsetting her balance. Oh no, she was going to break something else again…

Arms enveloped her, keeping her steady and safe. “You alright?” She looked up to see Lloyd over her, getting a much better look at his outfit this time.

Sheena, standing behind them both, sighed. “Yeah… that’s one reason why I thought you two should start working together.”

Even though she was a bit embarrassed, she was glad for the boy’s arms around her. “Hehe, yeah… sorry, I keep messing up a lot.”

“Wearing those skates must be really tricky though,” Lloyd said, no blame at all in his tone. He helped her stand, hands remaining steady on her arms. “Well, I can catch you then from now on!”

“Oh? You’d do that?” Colette was a bit overwhelmed by the wealth of information happening. This time, Sheena came to her rescue for that.

“We really don’t get enough guy workers here that don’t just hole themselves up in the kitchen. Think they’re put off by the costumes. So Lloyd here is a lifesaver! It’s actually pretty lucky we already had the right size for his uniform.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you wanted to work here that much!” Colette commented.

Lloyd was looking quite excited for his new job, standing tall and proud in his server uniform. “Yeah! Hope that isn’t too weird though.”

“Not at all!” Colette had just been wondering when the nice Lloyd person would come back…

“Well, today’s your first day, so get started!” Sheena announced, already passing them by to leave them to their training. But not before she leaned down to whisper to Colette. “You know, he specifically asked for you.”

“Huh?” Colette wondered aloud, but Sheena had already gone, grabbing up a (non-broken) plate, filled with prepared pastries and drinks, and going outside.

Also, something about what her friend mentioned had made her feel so light, and even more so when she turned back to Lloyd, his smile so bright and his hair so neatly styled and yet a little ruffled looking at the same time.

“That’s really cool that you get to wear your wings all the time,” Lloyd said once they were alone. “Think I can earn mine soon?”

“Oh, you also want…” There were only maids working on the floor, but since Lloyd joined, maybe it would be different? “Wings would look cool on you! But you’d have to make them yourself!”

“Ah, I see… Then I should get started on that right now!”

“Wait, but um, you’re right that you have to earn them!” Her eyes darted to a nearby sink. “So, you’ll have to help me clean these dishes! And not break them!” Well, only she ever broke them anyway…

“Oh, that’s easy!” Lloyd said, rolling up his sleeves. “So this is part of the training?”

Maybe it was? She’d never trained anybody before, and she’d only worked here for a little while… Still, she nodded at him. “Yeah! And you have to do it fast, too!” Why did she feel so competitive suddenly?

But Lloyd only grinned, his eyes bright with eagerness. Their auburn brown matched with his hair, so open and honest. “You got it!”

Also, it was nice what he said before, about being there to catch her. Hopefully they’d work the same shifts for the most part.

“Bud?! I take you to my perfect angel paradise and this is the thanks I get?”

“So… you don’t want the frappucino then?” Lloyd asked Zelos with sincere curiosity, pen and notebook in hand.

Lloyd had only been working for a few days and was already a star server – almost as big a star as Colette, but minus the accidents. Actually, even Colette had minus the accidents herself! Lloyd was true to his word when he said he’d catch her. Customers soon couldn’t separate the pair, watching in awe as Lloyd expertly caught Colette by the waist before a plate full of cakes could tip over. Though, not everyone appreciated this heavenly combo.

“Lloyd, you just don’t fit the theme at all ,” Zelos grumbled.

“Hey, I’m working on it!” True, he kind of stood out among all the angel maids that worked there, one aspect that Zelos had definitely noticed and only grew more and more suspicious of. “Soon you’re going to see how I’ll fit right in here!”

“…Nah, I see how it is. To think, you’re not just some dumb country boy, after all…” Zelos’ expression grew quite serious, his eyes shadowed away from the slanting sunlight through the window. “Getting a job where you get to be surrounded by beautiful girls all day… why didn’t I think of that?”

Lloyd hadn’t exactly heard the last part. Zelos tended to mumble a lot when he tried to look all mysterious like that. “Okay, are you getting the frappucino or what? I have to get back to Colette to help fix up stuff.”

“See? There’s cunning underneath that hick charm! And to think I fell for it!”

Off near the other side of the café behind the counter, Sheena was busy brewing the hot drinks with Colette, and all too clearly hearing at least Zelos’ side of the conversation. “I wasn’t kidding when I said Lloyd was a lifesaver. I don’t think that redhead noticed me once today, thank goodness.”

“Well, they’re friends, so they’re both just catching up maybe!” She didn’t find Zelos to be so bad, just sometimes he laughed a bit too loudly. It always startled her enough to drop her platter, although Lloyd was usually near her to save her (and the orders).

Lloyd finally came back up to them, already moving expertly on his skates, his server apron flowing behind him in his rush. “Sorry! That took a little longer than I meant to…”

Sheena waved away his apology. “Nah, don’t worry. I already got that guy’s order ready in the meantime!”

Colette looked at the plate that Sheena now held in her hands. “Oh! I was wondering why you asked the chef for the octopus sushi.”

“Oh, but…” Lloyd looked at his notepad. “He told me he wanted the caramel frappucino.”

“Trust me, he’ll be happy with this.” Sheena smirked, the feathery wings behind her lilting along with her as she quietly snickered. It didn’t seem all that angelic. “See ya guys later!”

Once Sheena left Colette behind the counter, Lloyd placed his elbows over the wooden surface as he leaned on it, letting out a deep sigh. “Man, it’s really busy today! I could go for coffee myself…”

“Well, I could make you some!” Colette offered. “Oh, but then you would have to pay for it. Sorry.”

“I don’t really get why you’re apologizing… Oh, Colette!” Lloyd raised his head up to her excitedly. “I almost forgot. I got something to show you! You said I needed to earn my wings, right?”

“Huh? Oh! Y-yeah!” Colette felt a bit bad about that now. Lloyd could have worn wings anytime he wanted, but she liked it when they served together, or cleaned up during the closing hours, or even hung out in the back, putting away the plates and silverware. She may have been keeping him to herself a bit much…

“It’s in the back! Come on!” Lloyd was so eager that he even leaped over the counter, with skates and all, already gesturing her towards the door that led to calmer part of the kitchen. There would be no one to take charge of the counter to take up orders… but Lloyd really wanted to show her something! She couldn’t just not follow him, and before she knew it, she dashed after him, the momentum of her skates nearly making her tumble into him (he caught her just in time), and then the edge of her wings catching themselves in the doorway (which he rescued her from that too).

Eventually, they both made it behind the doors, Lloyd picking up something from the side. “I didn’t have to make holes in my shirt luckily…” he said, fitting whatever object on him like a backpack. She didn’t see what it was exactly, but she caught sight of a string hanging by the side of his uniform, jogging a familiar memory. Lloyd stood before her with his hands on his hips, clearly excited.

“Check it out!” He then pulled the handy string by his side. In a burst of azure, long wings suddenly flew up from his back. With them came a flurry of dazzling sparkles, floating through the air all around Colette and Lloyd, like starlight.

Colette gasped in surprise and wonder! “Wow! You made those?” The way the light shone made them seem so translucent, their shape strongly emulating a bird’s wings. But he didn’t stick feathers to his wings like the other servers did. They really were their own thing. “Those are beautiful!”

“Heh, yeah they’re pretty cool, huh?” He turned, and one wingtip edged along the kitchen shelf, knocking down a small pot to the floor with a clang. But it did so through a shower of glitter, so at least when it fell, it looked neat doing so! “Uh, sorry.”

Then it got her curious, all that glitter. “Do you like you using glitter too? I thought I was the only one.”

At that Lloyd grinned wide, once again showing off his equally wide wings. “I was thinking about your wings a lot when I made this! I really wanted to see if I could make something like yours! Though I guess maybe they’re a little too long, hm.” He had to sidle a bit to the right, letting one chef get by him, and not passing by unscathed, remnants of sparkles already on their sleeves.

“Something like mine?” She felt those wings of hers hang onto her uniform, where no amount of washing would ever get rid of those pink glitters that stuck to the material. They would be the same way for Lloyd’s uniform, too. “Are you sure you want something like that? Sometimes the customers complain…”

Lloyd angled his head, blinking. “Do you think I shouldn’t? I can put them away like you though! See?” He pulled at the string again, though only one wing folded back in on itself, the other still staying out. “Um, I can fix that.” Still, he looked to Colette like a happy kid in a candy shop. “I wanted to make it so we can match maybe!”

“We…” she started to say, then grew even happier at the mention once she realized. “Oh! We… we do match!”

“Hehe, yeah, that’s why I wanted to work here in the first place!” Lloyd said.

“Oh, you mean to make these wings for the café?”

“…Ah, yeah! Pretty much, yeah.” Lloyd coughed to the side, then tried pulling his string again, unhooking that one folded wing. “Think we can go out there together then? I think it’s almost lunchtime.”

“Yeah!” His unearthed wing brought forth another array of sparkles, some of them catching onto her uniform, so that it decorated her in sparkling pink and blue. She was happy, more happy than she expected herself to be. Lloyd, in his wings, smiled at her so kindly. She hoped he would stay on, and not get bored of working here… “Let’s go! I think Sheena might be- ah!”

Another trip, and another catch with Lloyd’s arms. His wings fanned out around her, letting her see that before Lloyd’s face as she turned around in his hold. “It’s too bad these wings can’t help you float,” he said, but his smile still kind.

It was strange, because she already felt so light suddenly.

“Hello! Welcome to the Wings Café!”

Genis stared blankly at the angelic duo, who had both simultaneously greeted him barely a second after he walked in. “Wow, I didn’t think Zelos was serious.”

Colette’s wings splayed out behind her in a display of pink brilliance. Her smile matched that same brightness. For the past few days, Colette felt like she was walking on air, like she really was flying high. Lloyd, standing next to her in greeting, was also smiling wide, his own wings spread out before him in several shades of blue and white.

“Genis!” Lloyd said excitedly. “So you know about this place, too? Oh yeah, this is Colette!”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you!”

Genis also had a certain look, one that he flicked over to Lloyd and then to Colette, the shine of their wings reflecting in his eyes. “Haha, okay, I was wondering why Lloyd actually went out and got a job of all things.”

Still with that server friendly smile, Lloyd sidled up to Genis and gave him a playful tap on the head. “Shut it.”

“Ack! Okay, geez.”

Colette didn’t totally understand what this Genis person meant but she felt happy knowing another friend of Lloyd’s all the same.

“Oh yeah, there’s a free table over here-” Lloyd then turned, his wings swishing along with him. One wing slapped the back of Genis’ head in a flurry of blue sparkles.

“Gah! Lloyd!”

“Oops. Didn’t mean it that time!”

The two had already been fairly popular among the customers before, but with Lloyd’s new addition of his wings, they were a hit. More customers had started flooding the Wings Café lately, curious about the clumsy pink-winged girl that would always be caught by the blue-winged boy beside her. It didn’t matter if sometimes Lloyd and Colette would mess up an order, or accidentally serve an iced coffee instead of hot – it was hard to stay mad at either of them.

Although hearing about the only guy server in the café also brought out some troublemakers, too.

“We’ve been waiting to be served for more than ten minutes already!”

Colette turned towards the far right of the café, blinking at a pair seated. Ah right, it was the couple that had come by earlier while Lloyd had been busy helping someone. She remembered the girl hadn’t looked too happy at her greeting… Also, there was a strange, but very strong smell coming from that section. She noted quite a few tables around the two were empty. “Oh! I’m sorry, I’ll be right there!”

“That’s okay, Colette. I got it!” Lloyd quickly skated past her, his long wings somehow avoiding her, except with a small brush of the wingtip, gentle as he passed. “Colette can help you, Genis!”

“Yeah, I don’t think she’ll knock me out with her wings,” Genis muttered, trying to shake blue glitter from his long hair.

Still, Colette worried a bit. Those customers didn’t have the nicest of expressions. But Lloyd would be okay, and she wouldn’t be too far anyway.

“Decus! Ugh, stop trying to hold my hand and order me my parfait already!”

“Yes, of course! Alice, my dear, I’ll order up every parfait this dinky little café has to offer.”

“Oh, now you’re trying to get me fat? You idiot.”

They talked loud too, just another reason why some of the other customers had pointedly moved their seats further away, some even leaving early. Lloyd wasn’t getting any good vibes from these two (and the guy’s cologne was so strong it nearly stung his eyes), but he’d still give them good service. Colette had taught him that a server needed to always be cheerful for their customers! She also taught him the right way to arrange a fruit platter, and how to give a dog the perfect name… which the last one had nothing to do with the café really, but that was when they had been on their break, watching some leashed dogs pass by the windows. They had been having some left-over coffee from the morning batch, Lloyd thinking it had especially tasted nice that day.

…Anyway, where had he been going with these thoughts? Oh yeah! He had to be a good server! So, holding in his breath to try to withstand that cologne, he rolled towards them.

“Hey, sorry for the wait! What can I get ya?” He put on his smile, and puffed out his chest a little, showing off the wings he was proud of. He had worked on these for a whole night, too! Luckily, he had only fallen asleep standing on his skates once or twice that following day.

The Decus person angled his head towards Lloyd, narrowing his eyes underneath a fringe of dark violet hair. He had on a jacket whose fur collar nearly hid his mouth – but not enough. Lloyd could see his deep frown.

“You can get us our time back! Any longer and my Alice would have died from starvation!”

“Stop calling me fat!” Alice yelled, before turning to Lloyd with a sneer. “Oh, so you’re the new hot server everyone’s raving about? I expected a little more…”

“Is it too warm in here?” Lloyd inquired helpfully. “I guess I can tell them to turn down the heat.”

Alice kept smiling, unkind in all its curves. “Oh, that’s cute.”

This didn’t make Decus happy at all. “Hey buddy, you better keep your eyes off her! Guys like you… thinking you can get anyone at anytime!”

Was this guy a friend of Zelos or something? “Er, okay. You sound kinda hoarse there. Did you need some water first?”

Alice was not just smiling but laughing at this point. “Decus, I’m sure you too could make some crayon drawings of wings if you tried!”

Lloyd wasn’t really liking their tone here… Also, were they making fun of his wings now?

“Those wings are not my style, Alice! I mean, unless you want me to wear them? Do… do you want me to? I’ll wear anything for you!”

“Haha! You’re such a loser, Decus!”

Yeah, he was getting a bad vibe from these two for sure. But he had to keep on smiling! “Hey, so, did you guys want to order something? I’ll get it for you fast!”

Alice turned to him with another of those weird smiles of her own. “Hm, don’t we get a discount though? For making us wait for so long?”

“Um, well, I’d have to ask my manager about that…” But he knew Sheena was busy right now, so...

“Just going to make us wait longer then? What terrible service!” Decus was talking really loudly again, swishing back his ponytail, and with that motion, a waft of his cologne went straight into Lloyd’s face. He had to turn to the side and cough. Okay, that scent was awful.

“And he’s sick, too!” Decus yelled. “I’m calling the health inspector! Don’t you dare get my Alice sick!”

What? “I’m not sick!” he said back, inwardly wincing at his tone. He had only been working here for about a week and was already bringing trouble to the café. Although he was already aware of how bad these guys were… “I’ll get you a discount then. Just let me know what you want.” Usually getting orders didn’t take this long.

Meanwhile, said Alice leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a pout. “I think we should get our drinks for free. Sick on the job, late on getting to our table, and yelling at my boyfriend?” She took out her phone, tapping away at the screen. “If not, I’ll have to leave a bad review on this place…”

Decus turned to her with wide and happy eyes. “B-boyfriend? So that means you-!”

“Oh my god, Decus, shut up.”

Gah, now he was going to lower their star rating too? Lloyd felt helpless, annoyed, and frankly, a little angry. “Okay! I’ll get you stuff for free, just tell me what you want.” Guess he was going to be paying their tab...

Alice thought for an increasingly long time, making Lloyd finding it a bit hard to stay still on his skates. “First, do something fun for us! Do a dance with those wings of yours!”

…Yeah, he was done with this. “No.”

Alice raised an eyebrow. “Oh? But you were being such a good servant boy!”

“Look, seriously. You guys need to order something if you’re going to be here.” He didn’t put up a smile anymore, and he hoped this wouldn’t mess up his chances with… “Also, your yelling is disturbing the other customers.” He knew why no one wanted to be near these two.

“Oh? Is that a problem?” Decus was sneering. “We’re not just bothering you, are we?”

“Maybe a little bit!” Lloyd said, losing his cool. Crap.

That was when a hand shot out to grab at him – or at his wing, actually! It nearly made him stumble on his skates, but he was able to keep his balance, if only slightly. “Hey! Let go!”

Decus only tightened his fist, enough to bend the wingtip and warp the shape. “What kind of guy wears these anyway?”

No one was nearby to hear his trouble, everyone already scared away by the cologne. Lloyd’s first instinct was to push the guy away… but he couldn’t do that to a customer. He’d get fired for sure! And if he got fired, then he wouldn’t be able to see-

“Lloyd! Is everything okay?”

At the familiar voice, he turned, finding Colette already skating towards him. She looked worried, her own wings fluttering behind her, even more glitter getting onto the floor. The floorboards were practically painted over with the stuff, reflecting pink and blue. She was rushing though, probably more than they were allowed to…

Also, she was carrying a plate full of drinks and cakes in her hands as she did so.

Lloyd already knew the outcome, but with the guy holding onto his wing, enough to tear the fabric a little, he couldn’t go to Colette to catch her. “Wait! Colette! You’re going to-“

“Ah, whoops!”

The plate flew through the air, the drinks and cakes already past saving, seeming to go in slow-motion. Half of the Wings Café menu were quickly being delivered to the mean couple. At the very least, it got the Decus guy to finally let him go in order to try to save himself… even if it was in vain.

It was kind of a real mess afterwards.

“Agh! Decus, this is all your fault!”

Lloyd had rushed over to Colette, ignoring the fact that both Decus and Alice were trying to get frosting and caramel out of their hair. “You okay?”

Colette craned her head up, smiling with shame. “Ehehe… I messed up.”

The Wings Café never had a banned customer’s list before, but Lloyd felt some sense of relief when he helped post up both Alice and Decus’ pictures on the wall, showcasing other servers on who to never let in again. “Man, I’m really surprised I didn’t get in trouble for this…”

It was closing time right about now, and he and Colette were scheduled to help lock things up, and do any last-minute cleaning. Right now, Colette was quickly sweeping up the floors, free now of crumbs, lint, and a few extra sparkles, even though most sparkles were too impossible to ever get rid of. “When I told the boss about how they hurt your wings, he understood completely! He’s very nice.”

“You know, since I started working here, I don’t think I ever met our boss. You always make him sound like this perfect person…” Could Lloyd hope to be as cool as this mysterious man in charge?

“Oh, Mr. Kratos is very kind!” She came up to him, most of her sweeping now done. “He just has a serious face. He’d look nice in wings too if he wore them, I think.”

Something about that irritated Lloyd just a little. But a quick look at his wings, one of them now twisted at the end, the glitter having been swiped away, made him sigh. “Maybe I should stop wearing these things.”

“Oh… do you not like your wings anymore?” Colette fiddled with the broom handle, looking down. “You worked so hard on them.”

“Yeah, I did… but they keep getting in the way of people, don’t they? And then they can just be messed up easily like this…” He shook his head, looking to the floor, so messy now because of him. “Maybe those two were right though. They just look dumb on me.”

“I… I don’t think that’s true at all!”

Startled by the sudden emotion in Colette’s voice, Lloyd turned back to her. She had moved nearer, her blue eyes glinting with confidence.

“Colette?”

“Lloyd, everyone has been happy ever since you started working here. And people love your wings! We get more and more customers coming by because of you.”

“People come by to see you too!” He argued, but she only continued.

“Your wings really do look great, Lloyd. And…the fact that you wanted to make them because of me, that made me very happy.” Her voice got quiet. “I’ve been so happy since you started working with me.”

With that, the reason why he applied for this job in the first place came back to him in full clarity.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask-” He stepped forward, and felt himself slip, his skates catching on something unseen. Oh right, he was still wearing the skates…

Colette tried to keep him steady, she really did! Her arms reached out to wrap around his waist, but Lloyd was heavier than her, with longer legs that tripped hers. It was difficult keeping control of her own skates, and combined with Lloyd's didn’t make things much easier.

With a clatter, both fell to the floor, a shower of blue and pink floating in the air around them, catching the light of the café’s lamps. He felt a little crunch behind him, his wings suffering another injury today. Ah man...

“I- I’m so sorry, Lloyd! Are you okay?”

A little dazed, but Lloyd recovered, already sitting up. He leaned just a bit on his side, his bulky skates getting in the way of any comfort. “Yeah, it’s okay, I’m fine-” He stopped when he realized her face was near his, looking so concerned, her eyes open with worry.

“You’re really not hurt? I tried to hold on… but I couldn’t. I’m such a klutz. I think I messed up your wings a little too… I’m so sorry.”

In her trip, she had fallen just a bit over him. She began to move away, the glitter getting into her hair, her legs also stretched out awkwardly due to her skates. Through it all, her wings stayed in shape, always seeming to flutter whenever she moved. But there was more to her than that, like the way she held a mug so carefully in both hands, trying to safeguard it from future falls, or how she could tease him back just as easily, though one would never guess at first. The times she stuck her tongue out at him when the soap suds from his dishwashing got into his hair had been numerous, and each one always got him laughing.

The reason why he wanted to be here still resounded in his head.

Before she could completely go, Lloyd reached for her hands. This made her pause, looking at their connection before raising them back to his face.

“Uh,” he started, suddenly drawing a complete blank until... “Hey, uh, did you want to get coffee later?”

Colette was clearly confused by his sudden question, but that didn’t stop her from answering him. “Oh, I can get us some now if you want! I think it might be kinda old after being in the machine all day though.”

“Ah, no, not that!” Lloyd looked again to the ground, the floor a sparkling mess of blue and pink, their own bodies sprawled on it. More glitter that would never come off would be on their uniforms, but that had never bothered him. He still felt her grip in his hands. “I mean, like… somewhere else? Or it can be here, too! But I mean, when we’re not working?”

Colette blinked, framed by her wings still, by her hair, by the uniform that was slightly ruffled. The silence stretched on, making Lloyd drastically rethink his life choices. The urge to move his legs was getting strong, but well, that was hard to do now.

“Sorry, never mind, we don’t need to-”

“Okay.”

Lloyd hesitated. “…Okay, we don’t need to? Or… to the other thing?”

He felt her clasp their hands tighter. Somehow, glitter had gotten on their fingers, too! But Lloyd didn’t mind still. He felt Colette didn’t either. “To the other thing!”

He gripped her hands back, unable to stop smiling, his cheeks aching from the strain. But he didn’t want to stop.

“Um, well alright!” Those were lame words to her acceptance, but his happiness was indescribable now. “So maybe like… after we’re done here?”

Colette nodded her head. “Yeah, of course!” She looked around them, trying to pull her knees in with some slowness. “Um, just gotta figure out how to get up…”

“Oh yeah… well, we got time!” He straightened, hearing the flap of his left wing. It tilted a little, looking forlorn, though still shining bright. “Hm, though I’m going to need to fix up these wings later..”

He felt Colette’s thumb rub against his hand in thought. “Does that mean you’ll still wear them then?”

Lloyd gave her a grin. “Well, yeah. I have to keep these if I’m gonna be staying here, right? Or we wouldn’t match anymore.”

Colette giggled softly, more softer than usual. He liked that. “You’re right! And.. I’ll help, too! If that’s okay.”

At that moment, Lloyd really felt like he was on wings, more than ever before.

Bonus:

The door chimed. Both Lloyd and Colette turned, ready with their smiles. “Hello! Welcome to the Wings-“

“Hold on! Quiet for a sec! The Great Zelos is joining your staff!”

Lloyd kept on smiling, looking so perfectly cheerful. “No you’re not.”

Zelos was taken aback by his best bud’s assurance. “Y-yeah, I am! Look! I even made my own wings!” He pointed behind him at some third-rate cardboard version of what looked like Lloyd and Colette’s wings coming out of his back… kind of. The wings were cut out lazily, the angles all sharp and uneven. It was painted orange, and half of the glitter was already washed off after having not being coated with care.

“Get ready for angel Zelos, serving all the pretty ladies here!”

Colette smiled politely. “Um! Looks… okay!”

One wing fell to the floor in a heap with a loud rip. Zelos blinked at it, a little confused as to how this happened.

In the back, Sheena’s uproarious laughter could be heard.

“Oh, I guess someone told Sheena a really good joke,” Colette thought aloud.

#colloydweek2019 #lloyd irving #colette brunel #tales of symphonia #colloyd #zelos wilder #sheena fujibayashi #fanfiction #one shot #THIS IS REALLY LONG SORRY #i just want colloyd in a coffee shop all the time

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parting is such sweet sorrow

@juminvweek

Day Two - Reunited

3,533 words

Fluff (mostly)/Slight Angst

Pre-Game

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After a painful year and a half, Jumin Han and Jihyun Kim finally had a break to come and see each other again. They had four days and three nights together. Both intended to make full use of them, even if it meant that they would draw their own silent conclusions about each other, for better or worse.

The scary story was taken from Sakura/Azura’s supports in Fire Emblem: Fates if you know what they are because I suck at telling scary stories.

Everyone knew that Jumin Han worked harder than anyone else in his company, even more than Jaehee Kang. However, there were some things he just couldn’t miss out on, especially since the window of opportunity was rather tight. One had to consider though: what kind of friend would he be if he were to turn down a three-day vacation with Jihyun Kim after all? Their itinerary would be a tour of the finest beaches and many high-end restaurants along the coastline. From there, V would head off on his most recent flight and Jumin would attend a business meeting in Busan in their financial center, just as they had agreed.

Carefully, the first night, the two had settled into their hotel room, sharing a single bed and flat screen tv in the lounge. There was a mini kitchenette as well. It wasn’t like the two were tight on money, of course. They just were used to this set up at their own homes, but the homes they currently had were filled too much of recent pains. Jumin and V wanted to go back to better days. So they would stay in a high rise that looked over the glittering water of the southern coasts. It was breathtakingly beautiful, just as the two men would have preferred. They rested side by side on the bed, lying down but not asleep or dozing off. With a one-armed, lazy embrace, the teal haired man, his best friend drew him closer. Jumin arched a brow and narrowed his stormy gray eyes at the other man. Quickly, they widened though, as Jihyun pressed his soft lips against the shell of his ear with a mischevious grin.

“Jihyun, I just realized, it’s been a really long while since you’ve told me one of your stories, hasn’t it?”

“Quite. Work and traveling have often gotten in the way, but I thought you didn’t like my scary stories. I guess you liked them after all.” The ex-photographer chuckled, taking off his jacket and setting it aside. Jumin followed suit.

“Hardly. They were over-dramatized little tales meant to scare me, but you told me them so very earnestly that I couldn’t help but yearn to know what the endings to those stories were.” He snorted lightly in amusement, humoring the other man delicately.

Jihyun explained with a hint of a smile on his face,“You know, sometimes people want to be scared. It helps them keep their minds off of things.”

Jumin couldn’t resist wearing a smile as well. “I would have to say I am not one of them. I simply enjoyed staying up all night with you and talking to you.”

The cat lover let out disgruntled sounds as his best friend attacked him with feather-soft pokes, meant to tickle and tease at him. “Hehe,” the little rascal started, “I still remember. Your eyes were as wide as saucers!” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the older male made embellished hand gestures to supplement this barrage of foolhardiness. “You’d be shaking like a leaf!” Another poke came Jumin’s way, right on his side, and an unwilling laugh bubbled out of his mouth. “But still…” Turquoise orbs danced with mirth as Jihyun continued with the light and slightly malicious tone of a storyteller who enjoyed himself far too much. “You’d plead with me to keep going. You had to know the end!”

“Stop this at once, Jihyun! Did you forget that I was only six then? I was quite little at the time - don’t you dare go around telling others I’m a scaredy-cat!”

“Pfft.” The mint haired male wiped his lips as he recovered from a long burst of exuberance, gasping for air with a shit-eating grin. “You have my word, Jumin, but there are no promises that others can’t see it for themselves. You were so very cute then.”

V didn’t quite give in as easily as Jumin had thought he would. He aimed an analytical gaze at the CEO, his lightened teal eyes now sparkling with more life than he could recall, forcing a feeling of nostalgia upon Jumin. It was quite bittersweet. This past year and a half were rough on both of them. There was a great distance between them even long beforehand, with Rika around. Especially when she was around - Jumin could recall upon his memory that he wanted her to be his. For a while, he wondered why - the photographer and CEO were much more alike than many would have suspected. Rika found love and inspiration in Jihyun’s work, and in turn, Jihyun had grown to love Rika for how she viewed the world - so beautifully, so painfully naive. His heart felt like it was tearing in two, almost, since it appeared that he too was losing his best friend. In the end, Jumin had found the blonde’s mysteries intriguing; he felt like someone understood him other than V could listen to him.

Yet, he could not understand her. After all, V had gravitated from Jumin to meet Rika at her own philosophical end; such philanthropy knew no bounds. As much as he coveted a mirror that would show who he truly was and who he wanted to become, nothing was more important than the bond he had built up with V. He remembered when V used to look at him that way, when the young six-year-old had imprinted on an overly mature boy who yet somehow succeeded to be about one month younger. Jumin remembered how Jihyun had followed him around like a reverent temple worshipper. It was almost embarrassing and it lasted for many years. That was until V and Rika had met.

There was a part of Jumin that was gnawing at the truth. V was becoming like Rika; he was imitating her even, albeit far from perfectly. He went with all her plans without complaint or inquiry because he believed in them too, until the last few weeks surrounding his fiance’s death, when he just seemed plaintively desperate. It broke Jumin’s heart to see the man close up and grieve on his own - V wasn’t that much of an extrovert, nor someone with lots of self-confidence. Neither did he reveal his secrets easily. However, there was only something Jumin knew and that was that some way, somehow, Jihyun was hurting, like he was lost or like he was missing something. The name Elizabeth 3rd reminded him of the days when Jihyun was much more stable and when Jumin had two people to listen to him without it having to become a crowd. And the cat reminded him of the company, of the understanding and stability that Jumin had always longed for. Yet, the now twenty-seven-year-old man was making excuses of his own.

Perhaps he had wanted Rika, but he had never wanted her alone - no, he wanted her because it was the only way he could have V by his side at that point. It was why he didn’t act on his feelings. What kind of friend would take away what V and Rika seemed to have? Truth be told, Jumin didn’t quite understand what the two had between them. Whether it was his own lack of experience or perhaps just plain disinterest, the CEO of C&R International really only longed for the friendship he had had with Jihyun; the one where he was a sort of knight who had defended and guided a gentle prince who was able to zero in on all the elegance of the world, even as a small child.

Seeing that Jihyun had fallen asleep, Jumin was able to smile freely yet sadly at long last. There were still traces of that little prince left. Now, if only the rest of that bright, energetic boy would come back home too.

Their second day was quite productive, the raven haired male thought. Lightly embarrassed and a little frustrated too, Jumin had to constantly remind V to put on his sunscreen and to not stay out in the sun for too long. His strong grip was always around the other man’s warm palms or slender wrists; Jumin didn’t mind guiding and guarding his charge, but it almost was like Jihyun had forgotten he could only really see with one eye. Sometimes he reached for his absent camera like it was a phantom limb. He constantly wandered near the water, when he could easily drown or get lost in the waves and end up only God knows where. It was so troublesome that Jumin had begun to show signs of what he considered heart palpitations, even though technically he was far too young to have them, but a man of his status ought to have been prepared for everything. Or at least, he thought he did.

Yet somehow, they both managed to have every meal of the day - a full English breakfast, the specialty barbecue of their hotel for lunch, and last but not least, a surf-and-turf dish at a restaurant right on the waterfront. It was so luxurious that V had suggested one time, “If and when you find someone special enough to love ever so fully, maybe you should take them out on a date like this. I am quite certain that if your suitors saw me with you like this, they would get jealous.”

“To hell with them, Jihyun. You’re the only one I want with me.” In response, his guest had blushed rather prettily, for a lack of better words. A smirk crept onto the businessman’s face without realizing it before he took yet another sip of his Chianti Classico.

It only widened when V shrank back in his seat, hiding his face behind a menu as a great heat rose up to his face and ears. Satisfied, Jumin stole a glance of rosy red cheeks. They had stayed silent until it was time to order dessert: six petite cream puffs filled with custard and pelted with confectionary sugar. It was one of their favorites as children whenever the two had dinner at the old mansion Jumin used to live in. He missed those sleepovers. Bright blue eyes blinked their fine eyelashes at him as if they knew what the corporate heir was thinking. He seemed composed enough now, so Jumin braced himself for whatever was in store.

“Hello, Jumin. Are you ready for another tale of mystery and horror?”

The younger of the two shook his head slowly and firmly. “No! Honestly, where do you come up with these frivolities?”

Very simply, Jihyun replied almost carefreely, “Luciel had told me it.”

“Oh, great. Well, if you’re interested in telling me another one of those silly stories, you’re out of luck. The last one was annoying enough.” Haughtily, he wrinkled up his nose, before suddenly, Jihyun had caught him off guard with a question only two milliseconds later.

The angelic smile and blinking wide eyes on the light blue haired man’s face was the perfect epitome of faux-innocence. “Which one was that, Jumin?”

“The one about the monster in my family’s mansion, back in our old neighborhood,” he allowed graciously, desiring to entertain Jihyun for the rest of their summer nights. His heart fluttered; nothing, not even the cream puffs, were sweeter than the picture of V smiling beautifully and innocently in front of him - he wanted to preserve it forever and ever despite knowing it simply could not last. Jumin pushed aside this gentle pain; there was more to their future than this.

A dulcet giggle sounded from the ex-photographer, as he eyed Jumin with those fox-like eyes once again.“Oh, that one WAS good! I remember now. I overheard that one from a few of the servants… Hanging in the castle was the portrait of a middle-aged man. At night, he’d sneak out of the painting and steal the maids right from their beds!”

“Jihyun… this is ridiculous. I don’t need to hear it again-”

Jumin was quickly silenced by his own intrigue. It was a milder version of being hung by his own leotard, he remarked mentally, except he would never in his right mind even dare to wear something as frivolous as that kind of garment. Still, he, with a bated breath, waited for V’s tale. “Heehee. I’m not sure I told you the ending to that one… On a moonless night, a maid heard footsteps coming from a dark hallway. Everyone else was asleep, so where do you think those sounds were coming from?”

“I don’t know. Where?” Jumin gazed at Jihyun curiously like a cat.

The teal haired man’s face lit up as he answered, “She was too scared to look, so she hurried off to bed. The maid couldn’t sleep a wink! When morning came, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and headed to work… Except everyone in the castle was acting odd and speaking in hushed whispers. Then, when they rounded up the maids, half of them had vanished!”

“Wha!?” His listener sputtered, partially because it sounded like another story being passed around by the mansion’s old maidservants. It probably was.

Jihyun took a deep breath before continuing. “The maid asked around, ‘Where are the other girls? "If they overslept, they’re going to be in trouble!’”

To his delight, Jumin became one shade paler, forcing himself to stay calm but he couldn’t as his guest leaned over him. They were close, so close! At first, it was pleasant to have V on top of him - it was like the rough housing of their earlier days. “Wh-what did the servants tell her?!”

With a voice as deep as a mummer's, V whispered in Jumin’s ear even more theatrically than what Jumin imagined to be Zen’s work, “They said, 'What maids? We’ve never heard of them before…’”

The tempo of Jihyun’s voice sped up as he pulled the black haired man closer to him. There was a painful pause at the start before Jumin uttered out a meek sound: “Huh?!”

Almost immediately, Jihyun started up again. “The poor maid searched the entire castle, but couldn’t find a sign of them. The maids’ rooms were completely empty- as if they’d never existed! Then she remembered the painting, and she knew. It was him! He’d come for them!”

The fast pace and the close proximity he had to his best friend made Jumin feel dizzy. Covering his ears, he let out a loud gasp and strangled yelp as V got up and tackle hugged him from behind.

Despite this, the story did not stop, not yet. Perhaps what made the next few words more frightening was that they were told in a whisper. “The maid wondered why she’d been spared. Was he coming back for her?”

“Jihyun…! I asked you to stop! It’s too scary. It’s TOO scary! Thanks to you, I’m probably going to have nightmares for a month!”

Gently, the storyteller patted Jumin’s back and rubbed it with both hands in a soothing circular pattern before suggesting, “Well, then, if you want, you can remove the bolster from our bed and sleep with me properly.”

“Y-You don’t mean that way, do you?”

V nodded before winking at him. “Unless if you want me to.” Jumin lightly whacked V on the side with his napkin before laughing.

“Alright, I will take up on your offer,” the CEO conceded with a sigh, “but I will have you know I am far too old to be afraid of these antics between you and Luciel, and far too old to be afraid of the dark, too.”

Jihyun only smiled serenely. “Haha, are you sure about that?” Time would tell.

Jumin Han had never slept so soundly and peacefully before, except in a long while. He, of course, woke up first to order in breakfast before pulling the covers over the teal haired male gently. The rest of the day was relatively calm. They had gone to see, or rather, hear a musical at a festival nearby, put on by an independent troupe of actors. Every time V had smiled or clapped to the beat of the show tunes when he thought no one was noticing, he gazed at the older male especially tenderly. Jumin swallowed a gulp, trying to speak as minimally as possible for the remainder of the day.

In the early twilight, he finally got up the courage to continue speaking naturally to V.

“What’s wrong, Jumin? You seem a bit troubled,” his companion remarked before carding slender fingers through locks of shiny raven black hair.

“That story you told earlier… I’m surprised you were able to remember. Was it difficult?” He managed to keep his cool. Good.

Jihyun started to scratch his own head in thought. “No, the fun part was seeing how you reacted, although I’m sorry if it irritated you instead.”

“A long time ago, the students at our school used to gossip about you,” the younger man admitted. “They said you were weird, weak and frail. That something was wrong with you - like you couldn’t communicate properly. They poked fun at how… effeminate you are.” Well, he couldn’t deny V had a slender, refined figure. “I… I should have done more. I silenced them whenever they treated you so uncouthly if they joined a conversation of mine. Now I know I ought to have doubled my efforts…”

“Jumin-”

Gently, he intertwined his fingers with Jihyun’s and brought his hand up to kiss its knuckles sweetly, courage and adrenaline breathing new life into the gesture. “They were wrong. They had no idea how kind and beautiful and strong you are.”

“It was a long time ago, Jumin. Please don’t fret over it.” The mint haired male smiled uneasily at him. “Thank you…”

“No, thank YOU. You were my one source of light these days and in previous ones. You have no idea how special you are to me. I should have spoken up more. I’m sorry.”

“I should be the one apologizing; you’ve always had to stand up for me whenever I was too shy to to do it myself,” V insisted, holding onto Jumin’s hands tightly, now with both hands. “I’ll become even stronger for you and everyone else then.”

The businessman glanced over the other man’s profile carefully. “Is that so?”

“Yes, but you should try harder too. You’re very kind to everyone in the RFA, but you know, you can trust them more like you do for me and Elizabeth the 3rd. Sometimes you need to be reminded that we’ll patiently try our best to help you in any way we can.”

Nodding his assent, Jumin watched Jihyun watching him and realized that they all were getting older - yet, the sweet boy that Jihyun once was never had left. It filled his heart with warmth. They stayed like this for a while too, under their bed covers, until they slowly drifted off to sleep.

Their goodbye the next day was a particularly tough one. Both men were fighting back an urge to cry, so instead, they hugged each other, this time more firmly than they could remember. There was something ominous in V’s tearful smile - those pale, unseeing and misty eyes reflecting back a darker truth he wished he didn’t have to handle. “Will we talk soon? Will we talk soon?” Jumin had asked him. Jihyun only shook his head. He said he didn’t know. But it wasn’t all sad; they had stopped by the duty-free goods shops at the airport and they found a selection of very cute stuffed animals. Particularly, Jumin took a liking to the one like his own cat; he already missed her dearly, but at least the fun he had made it all worth it.

“Oh, it’s beautiful. Wouldn’t Elizabeth be afraid of her replacing her like the little princess she is?”

Jumin chuckled. “Oho, not at all. It’s a boy. I’m thinking of naming him Jihyun, after you.” V blushed at this, and he patted the former photographer’s back before he suddenly searched with blurry eyes for a black cat himself. V was pouting, and it was quite adorable.

“I refuse to go without one of my own then! I’ll name this one Jumin!”

It was then that the businessman had smiled more than he could ever bear to remember. It made parting so much easier when Jihyun had to leave for his flight. He bit his lip. There would have been more pain if he had tried to kiss V, Jumin supposed. It was a heavy thing to accept, that he was in love with his best friend.

Until he had disappeared into the aircraft shuttle, silver orbs followed Jumin’s best friend until they could no longer see him.

That was the last time Jumin Han had seen Jihyun Kim alive.

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skincareverse · 6 years

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Got to try the Etude House Play Color Eyes Wine Party thanks to @blingdear_official and in exchange of my honest review. This is one of those palette that is me. Not because is wine hehe but because of the colors! These types of colors I use on regular basis since it has such a lovely range that can go from day to night. Starting from the left the colors are named Camembert and brie, the last leaf, oak barrel, wine cork, rose sparkling holic, marathon, wine burgundy, soulmate, dress code: bling and Bordeaux wine. As you can see the colors have great pigment, the glitter ones don’t show in my hand, but on, they look beautiful! You get that sparkle in your eyes, enough for people to notice without looking like glitter. Also, I noticed there is not a lot of fall out when you swipe the eye shadow, great too! I love all the color combinations this palette has available and all the looks you can create. Perfect for the coming holidays! #rasian #rasianbeauty #etudehouse #eyes #eyemakeup #kbeauty #koreanbeauty #abbeatthealgorithm #kbeautyaddict #asianbeauty #abcommunity #makeup #makeupcommunity #blingdear #blingdearreview https://www.instagram.com/p/BpVDV7hHpbv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=saauhozkls26

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endlessarchite · 7 years

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Wood Inlay Ornament with German Glass Glitter

Hi friends! And hi to new friends visiting from the #CreativeChristmas Challenge hosted by Remodelaholic!

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To those of you who don’t know me yet: welcome. Everyone else has already started drinking and saying really embarrassing things (about themselves, not you… we’re not a super judgmental bunch). To those of you who already know me: cheers. As always, you rock. And I was just kidding about the drinking thing (unless it’s football season and a Saturday, which yes to both).

Anyway, from time to time, I like to throw my hat in on a DIY challenge or two because nothing excuses buying more power tools like overcommitting to a deadline for fun (like the 2×4 summer challenge and boom: new coffee table!). This time around, the theme was making something for Christmas. I’ve already been finding inspiration for my color scheme this year in the form of acorns, snowflakes, owls, and other wintery-woodland things, so I figured: why not see if I can fill up the inevitable empty parts of my tree with what I have on hand, rather than buying a bunch of new ornaments? I also just happened upon a set of carving bits for my Dremel and have been itching to experiment with epoxy/inlays/resins, so I started playing around until this happened:

And as a fun little bonus: I actually made a video of it too!

Tools and Materials

affiliate links of items I recommend and use are listed in this post, which support this site at no cost to you… thanks!

scrap wood (I had 1″ x 4″ poplar)

scissors

printer paper

inkjet printer

acetone or nail polish remover

Dremel 200

Dremel engraving/carving kit

band saw or scroll saw

random orbit sander

wood stain (I used Minwax Ipswich Pine and washed while it was still wet with Early American… I’ll have to show you guys more about this as I’ve done it a number of times to get the colors I like)

Mod Podge

small detail paint brush

Miss Mustard Seed’s German Glass Glitter in Silver Tiara

Martha Stewart Crafts extra fine glitter in Smoky Quartz

clear spray sealer (gloss)

small drill bit

thread (I used stuff from my cross stitch stash)

First things first: print out the image (mine is available for download near the end of the post) and cut it out. I used a scrap piece of poplar that was bound for the burn pile, so I wasn’t really expecting perfection (in fact as you can see, I first used a different image that was WAY too intricate for a first-time experiment and then decided on the final design).

To transfer the ink from the printer paper, I swabbed the back with an acetone nail polish remover. As you can see, the image didn’t transfer perfectly, but it was good enough (I got the idea from my buddy Brad’s video here — then went with the option that wouldn’t require changing out of my pajama pants or going into the cold garage that morning).

Next, I took out my Dremel and a new engraving/carving set I’d recently purchased for another inlay project. In my opinion, crafting is a good intro before graduating to larger pieces, so I figured this would help me practice with diamond tips, how to control the carve, etc. A good method is to create the hard outline first, then carve out the middle, and continue to make the inlay deeper and deeper until it’s got enough depth to hold the inlay material (glitter, epoxy I assume, whatever).

Next, I sketched out the overall shape (spoiler: it wasn’t at all even, so I highly recommend using the template) and then went to cut out the piece. And this is when it seemed like things were conspiring against me: my new scroll saw was broken… right out of the box. Womp, womp.

To make the situation a little stickier, I was about 5 hours away at this point from needing to head out of town to Raleigh, NC (recap here), and I had no other tools that would give me the right depth and shape. Disappointed but undeterred, I figured the next best thing would be to ask to borrow tools from the person I’d be visiting (thankfully, it was a trip to visit some DIY blogging friends just for fun — my pal Brittany just so happened to have a band saw in her garage). Of course, now I want one of those, too.

Of course, I’d never actually used a band saw before, so despite the general don’t-cut-your-fingers-off rule, the piece still came out a little wonky (mostly due to my non-templating sketch). I was able to shape it a little more with an orbital sander. I also carved the edges out a little more and did a final sanding with high grit sandpaper before stain.

Since the overall concept was to make this look like an inlay, I wanted to use glitter with a little more grit and sparkle: enter, German glass glitter. It’s really amazing stuff in person. To paint it into place, I relied on a small paint brush (tip: if the brush starts to fray a little, spin it as you’re dipping it into the glue to get the point fine again… check out my video to see a demo of that).

You can layer the glitter in, too: after giving it some time to dry, paint another bit of glue on top of the glitter and add more into the recessed areas. It will add depth!

I added extra-fine gold glitter around the edge and sealed the whole thing with a clear gloss spray, then drilled a hole through the top and threaded it so it could hang on the tree.

Caveat: before I sealed with a clear gloss, I actually tried to seal with an old polycrylic which unfortunately made the top and bottom tips look faded/cloudy once it dried. At first I thought I’d lean into the mistake by painting the back and sides with chalk paint and sanding to make it look rustic, but it looked really sad instead and totally detracted from the sparkle on the front. I wanted to get this done in time for the blog hop, so I just continued on with sealing again and adding the glitter around the edge. So, if you try a project like this, don’t make my mistake and you’ll get even better results!

You can also try other inlay methods, other glitter colors, fill in the center vs the outer rings with opposite hues, etc… the possibilities are pretty endless!

All in all, I think it’s going to make a nice addition to my white/gold/chrome/woodland Christmas decor theme this year (and the less I need to spend on ornaments, the more budget I have to make Christmas cocktails, hehe).

Want to try this for yourself? You can download my template here.

To be perfectly frank, I think the photos really don’t do the sparkle on this piece enough justice (in fact, I worried that it was looking too drab in photos). So, I made a video tutorial too (I’d love it if you subscribed if you haven’t already… with what I’ve learned in making this tutorial, there is more to come no doubt!).

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As I mentioned, this DIY was part of a blog hop, with 25 other bloggers participating — aka, enough DIY Christmas ideas to keep you busy right up until the actual holiday (if you were so ambitiously inclined). So, check out a preview of the other projects and bloggers participating in the images below. You can also head over to the Remodelaholic post (who is hosting this hop) to check out other DIYers submitting their inspired ideas (on social media, you can look for #CreativeChristmas to find them all).

DIY Christmas Trees and Ornaments

Wintry Silver Dollar Store Christmas Tree Decor | Remodelaholic Marbled Christmas Ornaments | Doodlecraft Scrap Wood Inlay Ornaments | The Ugly Duckling House (you’re here!) Woodburned Wood Slice Ornaments | Sisters What Flocked Pine Cones | Practical and Pretty Abstract Monogram Ornaments | Domicile37 Concrete Christmas Ornaments | The Palette Muse Wood Slice Deer Ornaments | Our Crafty Mom Vintage Gumball Machine Ornaments | Beth Watson Design Studio Etched Glass Ornaments | Just Call Me Homegirl Unicorn Inspired Christmas Tree | The DIY Mommy Driftwood Reindeer Ornaments | Sustain My Craft Habit

DIY Christmas Gifts and Decor

Those of us who did videos for this hop can be found in the playlist below, so those of you who would rather watch than read (or just want to blow off work for a few more minutes) have something, too! *If you’re having difficulty playing it, you can jump over to the playlist here.*

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There you have it! Hope you’re getting into the holiday spirit just in time. Will you be working on any decor ideas this Christmas? This is going to be a very busy holiday season for me, so be sure to check back in for more DIYs (I’m going to give that epoxy inlay idea a shot, and a few more scrap ideas are just bubbling in the ol’ brain). Have a great weekend!

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Wood Inlay Ornament with German Glass Glitter

Hi friends! And hi to new friends visiting from the #CreativeChristmas Challenge hosted by Remodelaholic!

And as a fun little bonus: I actually made a video of it too!

Tools and Materials

affiliate links of items I recommend and use are listed in this post, which support this site at no cost to you… thanks!

scrap wood (I had 1″ x 4″ poplar)

scissors

printer paper

inkjet printer

acetone or nail polish remover

Dremel 200

Dremel engraving/carving kit

band saw or scroll saw

random orbit sander

Mod Podge

small detail paint brush

Miss Mustard Seed’s German Glass Glitter in Silver Tiara

Martha Stewart Crafts extra fine glitter in Smoky Quartz

clear spray sealer (gloss)

small drill bit

thread (I used stuff from my cross stitch stash)

You can layer the glitter in, too: after giving it some time to dry, paint another bit of glue on top of the glitter and add more into the recessed areas. It will add depth!

I added extra-fine gold glitter around the edge and sealed the whole thing with a clear gloss spray, then drilled a hole through the top and threaded it so it could hang on the tree.

You can also try other inlay methods, other glitter colors, fill in the center vs the outer rings with opposite hues, etc… the possibilities are pretty endless!

Want to try this for yourself? You can download my template here.

DIY Christmas Trees and Ornaments

DIY Christmas Gifts and Decor

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