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catladywriter · 2 months

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Inotan Fanfic: Inosuke’s White Day Mission - Chapter 4

Mission Accomplished?

Synopsis: It’s the day before White Day and Tanjirou is busy making chocolates for all the girls who gave him chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Inosuke thinks it’s a stupid tradition. Why should Tanjirou have to return their favours? Shouldn’t Tanjirou be making chocolates for him instead? Of course, he’s not jealous or anything. Definitely not.

Alright, maybe he is a little jealous. After all, he has feelings for Tanjirou and wants to be the one receiving his hand-made chocolates. With a little prodding from Zenitsu and some help from Tanjirou’s family, Inosuke sets out to get the perfect gift to prove that he’s the best candidate for Tanjirou’s White Day chocolates.

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Highschool AU (They’re 17 in here, a couple of years older than their Kimetsu Academy counterpart)

Wordcount: 8500+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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Tanjirou stumbled backward, his face turning beet red. Inosuke's heart was pounding so loudly he could barely hear Tanjirou's apologies.

"It's ok..." Inosuke managed to stammer, privately thinking that it was not really ok. His heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Tanjirou took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto Inosuke's. "Actually, I'm not sorry!" Tanjirou blurted out, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time. I really like you, Inosuke!"

Inosuke's jaw dropped in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had Tanjirou just confessed his feelings for him? Was this a prank? No, it can't be. Tanjirou might indulge in his siblings’ mischief, but he wouldn’t prank people himself. So what did Tanjirou mean by wanting to kiss him for a long time? Did Tanjirou like him for a long time too? Why hadn’t he realised it? Inosuke's mind was in a jumbled mess. All this time, he had thought that Tanjirou was dense for not realising his feelings, but it seemed that he was equally clueless. No way, he could never live this down.

He scrutinised Tanjirou's face, trying to decipher his emotions. Tanjirou's maroon eyes were wide with nervous anticipation, but filled with an honesty that Inosuke always found endearing. He was blushing furiously, and there was none of the guilty look or tell-tale expression he normally had on the rare occasion when he was lying.

For a moment, Inosuke could only stare at him, too stunned to move. Then he grabbed Tanjirou’s shoulders. "You like me?" he said hoarsely.

Tanjirou nodded, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. Inosuke felt a rush of warmth and triumph spread through him at the sight of Tanjirou's shy smile.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to Tanjirou's once more. As their lips met again, Inosuke felt a surge of desire and urgency. He pressed himself closer to Tanjirou, his hands trembling as they clutched at the other boy's shirt. Their teeth clacked together, and their noses bumped, but Inosuke didn't care. All he could focus on was the sweet taste of Tanjirou's lips, the chocolatey taste in his mouth, and the warmth of his embrace. He felt a thrill of excitement as their tongues met in a tentative dance. All those feelings he had kept locked up for so long were finally being expressed.

As they pulled away for air, Inosuke's heart was thudding in his chest, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Tanjirou's face was flushed, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and delight. Inosuke couldn't believe what had just happened, and he was still trying to wrap his head around it all.

"Why didn't you tell me you liked me earlier?!" Inosuke demanded, his voice laced with a mixture of frustration and excitement.

"I didn't know if you'd like me back, and I didn't want to risk losing you as a friend," Tanjirou replied, his own voice sounding breathless.

"That's dumb!" Inosuke exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Of course I like you! Why wouldn't I like you? And I bet I liked you even before you liked me."

Inosuke pulled Tanjirou into another embrace and kissed him again, this time slower and more deliberate. Tanjirou responded with eagerness, his arms wrapping around Inosuke's neck as they kissed. The warmth of Tanjirou’s body against his own sent shivers down his spine.

But all of a sudden, Tanjirou pulled away. "Um Inosuke, I can do this with you all day, but right now, I really have to fetch Rokuta,” he said, his voice tinged with guilt.

Inosuke's irritation flared. "You’ve been going on about your family all afternoon. I have the family discount, so that makes me your family too! Pay more attention to me!” He demanded, pulling Tanjirou back into his embrace.

"But--" Tanjirou began to protest. Inosuke reached over for Tanjirou’s pants pocket and pulled out his phone. He found Nezuko's number on speed dial and hit the call button.

"Hey, it's Inosuke. Tanjirou's with me and he won't be leaving for awhile, so go fetch Rokuta," he said into the phone.

"Eh?!" Nezuko exclaimed from the other end of the line. "Ok, I'll do that. Have fun!"

"You shouldn't have done that," Tanjirou scolded as Inosuke put his phone away. "Nezuko's busy at the bakery today. It's my responsibility to pick Rokuta up."

"You're busy too, with me," Inosuke said with a smug grin, his heart racing in anticipation. He closed the distance between them, pinning Tanjirou against the wall. Their bodies pressed together, and Inosuke could feel the beat of Tanjirou's heart against his chest, syncing with his own racing pulse.

"We're in school!" Tanjirou reminded him, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I locked the door on my way in," Inosuke reassured him. He and his best friends had developed the habit of locking the classroom door whenever they were alone. Loitering in classrooms after hours was not allowed. But Zenitsu found solace in the peacefulness of the empty rooms. He used them as a space to vent to Tanjirou and Inosuke about anything and everything. Inosuke had never imagined that this habit would be of use to him one day. He leaned in to kiss Tanjirou again, but as their lips met, Tanjirou pushed against his chest, creating a small distance between them.

"Aren't we moving too fast? We haven't even held hands!" Tanjirou protested.

"What?!" Inosuke couldn't believe Tanjirou cared about something trivial like hand-holding, when things were so heated between them. But as Tanjirou's boyfriend now, and the best boyfriend in the world, he knew he should try to accommodate him. He grabbed Tanjirou's hand and interlaced their fingers. "Is this better?" he asked, leaning in for another kiss.

"And we haven't gone on a single date!"

"You sure have many requests, when it's all your damn fault we haven't done any of this." Inosuke huffed.

"But how is this all my fault when you liked me before I liked you and didn't do anything about it?" Tanjirou sounded genuinely puzzled.

Inosuke felt himself deflate with embarrassment from the sinking realisation that Tanjirou was right, as usual. "I like you a lot, Tanjirou, but sometimes you talk too much." With that, he silenced him with another kiss.

Inosuke couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with Tanjirou, but he remembered vividly the day they first interacted. It was early in their first year of high school, and Zenitsu was on uniform inspection duty. Inosuke had refused to button up his shirt, and Zenitsu had demanded compliance. They ended up in a heated scuffle, and Inosuke was winning, landing blow after blow on Zenitsu. That was until Tanjirou appeared out of nowhere and knocked Inosuke back with a headbutt that left him dazed and confused.

It was the first time someone had ever defeated Inosuke in a fight, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of disbelief and jealousy. Growing up in the foster system with a reputation for being a troublemaker, he had never had anyone defend him like that before. Even his current foster parent, Hisa, who genuinely cared for him, was often too busy running her ryokan to spend time with him. He had learned to put on a tough front to protect himself, but deep down, he was lonely.

After the fight, all three of them ended up in detention. Ignoring Zenitsu’s vehement protests, Tanjirou offered Inosuke a packet of chocolate chip cookies when he heard his stomach growling. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to Inosuke. From that moment on, Tanjirou would often offer him food and snacks, showing genuine concern and kindness.

Inosuke understood that Tanjirou only had pure-hearted intentions, even with his White Day gifts for the girls. Even though Zenitsu accused Tanjirou of flirting with the girls, Inosuke knew it was just Tanjirou's caring big brother persona shining through.

But, Inosuke had not forgotten that his primary mission was to get a gift for Tanjirou to trade for his White Day chocolates. He had even declared his intentions to Tanjirou's mum and siblings at their bakery. Even though he now had something much better - Tanjirou as his boyfriend - his competitive streak convinced him that he needed those White Day chocolates.

Despite Inosuke's attempts to persuade Tanjirou to give him the chocolates, Tanjirou was determined to distribute his handmade treats to the girls. It was important that he repaid their Valentine's Day favours.

The next morning, Inosuke walked hand-in-hand with Tanjirou to school after helping him to open the bakery. He basked in the sun's warm rays on his skin. He relished the reassuring grip of Tanjirou's firm, callused palm, which sent waves of warm and fuzzy feelings through him. The morning was off to a perfect start. But their romantic walk was soon interrupted by the sight of Ume, one half of the notorious delinquent siblings, vandalizing the school wall with vulgar graffiti. Tanjirou let go of Inosuke's hand and strode towards Ume. He offered her a chocolate bar, which she eyed with hostility.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have any motive. All the girls get one too.” Tanjirou assured her with a gentle smile.

Ume’s glare softened and she took it, her pale cheeks turning a slight pink.

Inosuke's eyes narrowed and his body tensed. A possessive urge pulsed through him and he pointed aggressively at Ume. "Listen up, Tanjirou is mine. He’s only giving you chocolate because he pities you. He doesn’t like you at all!”

Tanjirou stared at him, aghast. Ume’s face turned bright red. "I don't care for chocolates from some ugly kid!" she screamed, hurling the chocolate at Tanjirou's forehead. It split upon impact and fell to the floor with a thud. Then she stormed off, shrieking for her brother.

"Inosuke! That was really unnecessary!" Tanjirou chided, rubbing his forehead where the chocolate had hit him. Inosuke felt no remorse. It wasn’t as though Ume had given Tanjirou any Valentine’s Day favours. She would sooner set herself on fire than give Valentine’s Day gifts to anyone. He thought Tanjirou was too stubborn for his own good. He should have given all the chocolates to him yesterday.

Tanjirou was determined to see his good will through. He continued offering chocolates to the girls he met, but Inosuke followed him around and hindered his efforts. After ten pieces of chocolate hit Tanjirou in the forehead and broke, and Zenitsu pointed out that all he had achieved was ruining some girls’ mornings, Tanjirou gave up his endeavour. At lunch break, the three of them sat together, Inosuke triumphantly eating his way through the mountain of Tanjirou's White Day chocolates.

Zenitsu tried to console Tanjirou. “Looks like neither of you will get any chocolates for Valentine’s Day next year. But isn’t that better? You’ll have more time to perfect your fancy boar-shaped chocolates for Inosuke.” Zenitsu was in a charitable mood, having managed to ask Nezuko out for a date after giving her his heart-shaped chocolate. He credited Inosuke for emboldening him with his success.

Inosuke agreed. “You’d better make me lots of chocolate to compensate for my loss.” He pointed an assertive finger at Tanjirou. “I usually get at least fifty."

Tanjirou grinned. “Yes yes, I’ll make you any amount you can eat as long as you don’t get a stomach upset.”

“Of course I won’t, stomach ache is for the weak.” Inosuke declared. He then took a deep breath and said, “And, I want a kiss to go with every piece of chocolate.”

Tanjirou blushed but didn't object. “Sure, in fact, I’ll give you one right now if you want.”

“You may not get a stomach ache,” Zenitsu screamed at the smooching couple, “but you sure as hell will get diabetes!!!”

The end.

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Author's Notes: I must admit, I had doubts after writing the first chapter and considered trashing it because it seemed a bit frivolous for my taste. But as I continued writing, a few additional ideas came to me, and I was happy to be able to bring it all together with some themes like family and gift-giving, which I haven't explored in my other fics. I find that when I brainstorm for fics, I usually get very excited about an idea, but shortly after, I get second thoughts about it. However, when I push myself to start writing, those doubts disappear as new ideas come in to reinforce or improve my initial plot line. I wonder if any fellow writers here feel the same way? If so, I hope by sharing this sentiment, I can encourage myself and others to keep writing. Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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mega-ditto-3 · 2 years

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Mha fic idea #19

Bkdk 🧡💚 (white day)

White day is tomorrow and Katsuki's not bitter at all that Deku reserved the kitchen for the night to prepare for the occasion.

And he's definitely not upset that Deku has a crush on someone and refuses to tell him who it is. He doesn't care. He's not jealous. Deku sucks at baking anyway so those chocolates are going to taste like shit.

Just before Katsuki goes to sleep, Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima burst into his room declaring there's an emergency downstairs.

Katsuki follows them, thinking Villians are attacking, but when they reach the kitchen, he discovers something worse:

They ATE Deku's chocolates!

It was a mistake, but the three boys are BEGGING Katsuki to make replacements because none of them can bake to save their lives and Deku spent hours on making these! He'll be devastated!

Katsuki doesn't want to, but just the thought of Deku's disheartened face has him picking up a mixing bowl and forcing the others to get the materials.

They go through a few batches and each time the three boys say they don't taste right- not like Deku's, despite using the same ingredients. Katsuki is Lowkey getting frusterated that Deku had made better chocolates than him for some idiot he doesn't even know- But then Kaminari suggests that Katsuki make chocolates that he would like, put his own spin on it rather than try to replicate Midoriya's attempt.

But Katsuki likes spicy chocolates.

That's a terrible idea, Deku's crush would hate him if they ate spicy chocolates for white day....

....and then Katsuki realizes that's a wonderful idea.

He even throws in a less than reasonable amount of spice in one of the molds as a prank, but the rest of the normal-spiced chocolates receive surprisingly stellar reviews and they all agree that that's what they'll leave for Deku to take tomorrow to his crush.

Tomorrow comes and guess what-

It was all an elaborate ruse set up by Deku to give Katsuki candy he'd actually enjoy.

Just as Katsuki had known- Deku still can't bake for shit. He gave up after three hours of failure before coming up with this plan and recruiting allies to make his story believable.

Katsuki is stunned and berates him for never doing anything the easy way and not just being upfront about his feelings in the first place- The hypocrite.

They have a good laugh and Katsuki accepts the chocolates, now pleased that he'd decided to make them spicy since those are the ones he likes best.

Only- he'd forgotten about the EXTRA spicy one he made as a prank until he'd accidentally popped it into his mouth and starts coughing.

Deku panics, thinking he'd accidentally put in one of his bad chocolates with the ones Katsuki had made and runs to get Recovery Girl for accidentally poisoning his (new) boyfriend.

#white day fic #bkdk #bakudeku #dittoficideas #mha fic idea #bnha fic idea

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minhtblue · 2 months

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getting butterflies on the ballroom floor...

here's the piece i did for @aktyzine's [White Day event!]

#project sekai #prsk #toya aoyagi #akito shinonome #akitoya #my art #the page is still up so check it out if you wanna see some awesome white day art and fics!

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saeldu · 4 months

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my take on xie lian's lunar new year look in @ardenrabbit's fic, a long and slow recovery

hopefully i've done it some justice ♥︎

#i would have added gold accents on the robe but i don't really have anything for that...#so white gel pen it is !!#hope u like it ;-; <3 #was done just for fun in my sketchbook so i'm kinda nervous but wanted to share!!#hopefully the images are ok... being a traditional artist is rough for social media cause getting the lighting right is impossible LOL #i'll branch into digital art fully one day #anyways i'll stfu!! the fic is so good! so excited for future updates!!!!#alasr #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #my art #fanart #fic art #saeldu art #!!!

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savvylittlecoxswain · 1 month

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Characters Bios for The Boys in the Boat

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lennsart · 3 months

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Most of the wips I write these days can be summarized by "Legend gets hurt in fucked-up ways, and then he gets hugs" :)

(I'm fine shhh)

But I had this sitting in my drafts, and it's like the comfort part to a hurt/comfort, except I didn't like the hurt part, so posting this probably doesn't make sense, but.. I just wanted the boys to hug

Context + snippet under the cut !

Basically, Legend has been abducted for ransom (I think it was inspired by a whumptober prompt) and he didn't have a stellar time there. The rest of the chain rescues him, but they're worried he'll wake up confused at night, so they decide to watch over him. And they're supposed to take turn, but they all kinda end up sleeping next to him :)

Have this little Four POV that I quite like and feels like it can be posted without context :

Four expected to see two people in the room. One awake, that he would be about to replace, and the other asleep, that he would watch.

He hadn't expected three sleeping dudes.

He had to pause and go back to the hallway to laugh, muffling his chuckles in his sleeve. Of course Sky would have wanted to hug Legend and would have fallen asleep. Of course Hyrule would have let them, and promptly fallen asleep as well.

When he came back in and carefully closed behind him, he noticed with fondness that Legend, at least, looked perfectly content. He was sleeping on his back, Sky hugging his right arm, and he held Hyrule's hand with his left.

The traveler was mostly on the ground, head and arms on the mattress. Four winced ; that couldn't be comfortable.

Alright, he gave up (as if he hadn't as soon as he noticed them). He'd watch them three sleep, if only to gush about how cute they were tomorrow.

(He hoped Wind would bring his pictobox for his turn of watch in the morning.)

He got on Hyrule's side, and gently nudged him. This one hummed sleepily.

" - Shh, don't wake them up. " Four whispered. " Hop in.

- What...? " the traveler asked in confusion.

Four bit back a laugh at how asleep he sounded.

" - Get in the bed. " he ordered.

Hyrule may not really understand what was happening, but he didn't need to be told twice. He climbed in, wincing when he moved his legs, and abandoned Legend's hand to hug his waist, resting his head on his stomach.

The veteran softly hummed, but didn't fully wake up.

Four sat on one of the scarce empty spots of the bed, giggling to himself. He was happy that this watch had taken such a sweet turn ; he had expected to get lost in his own mind, trying to understand how they could have let one member of their group go through that.

...

Instead, he had three sleepyheads cuddling, and he would trade for nothing in the world.

The last free spot on the mattress, above Hyrule and next to Lege, was probably too small for someone to sleep there.

...Well. He was small too, and mostly slept curled up anyway.

But, no ! He had decided he'd stay awake. No matter how comfortable those three looked, no matter how much he'd like to hug the vet, too, he would fulfill his mission.

Legend's hand opened and closed in his sleep, and he extended it further. Four blinked, and reached with his left hand.

In a second, he was trapped, Legend satisfied with the hand he found and holding tight onto it.

...

Alright, that wouldn't be comfortable to stay sitting in this condition. Plus Legend looked like he wanted the smith to stay, and his goal had always been to watch for him, right ?

He curled up in the little free spot, his hand still in Legend’s, and definitely did not fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

#The colors were not coloring but the black and white is A Look #I also gave them pajamas. I'm not sure if they'd have those but. Hey. Komfy #linked universe #lu legend #lu four #lu sky #lu hyrule #my art #If you tag as ships I'll spray you with water. Please let the boys be cuddly platonically they need it #writing snippet #One day I'll post my writing without getting anxious. In the meantime. Art and snippet #Hopefully the mermaid curse fic will fix me (I'll try to start posting it this february :0)

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demigod-of-the-agni · 5 months

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A little special something for something even more special. Hint: it's about love and fears and birthdays and new beginnings

(@/marvel hire me <3)

#pavitr prabhakar #spider man india #atsv pavitr #across the spiderverse #sandman #spider man fanart #comic #artoftheagni #mythic mumbattan au #inspired by the cover for spider man family business #it's so dynamic and for what!!#WOOOOOO anyway just gotta do some final editing on the birthday fic and then WE'RE HERE..... MMAU IS REAL..........#im so excited you guys. the amount of lore and stories and fun things i'm going to shower you with..... unreal #giving my baby boy what he needs (trauma pain suffering and a power up and a birthday party!!)#kalaripayattu pose is the horse stance. if you want to know #why can't i write FASTER GRR #anyway i believe in ghungroo supremacy. moon knight with his “i wear white so the bad guys see me” well-#-pavitr's schtick is that he sounds like christmas when he approaches. get scared #new fic incoming in a few days.....

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inexplicablymine · 1 month

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GET RECC’D - TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY

welcome to “get recc’d” my themed fic reccomendation lists if you follow me on Twitter, you might recognize that I do threads and fic recs quite often ~ thought I would bring it over here as well for some more fun.

Themed lists: Get Recc’d

Daily Rec’s/Weekly Rec’s: The Fandom Feasts

NOW THAT THE BOOKKEEPING IS OUT OF THE WAY

Happy Trans Day of Visibility!

Today I thought it would be pertinent to highlight some wonderful Trans!Firstprince fics, now this is a non exhaustive list as there are 154 fics tagged / mention “trans” in their stories (finished and in the English language) you can click through those here.

BUTTT WITHOUT FURTHER ADO SOME DRUMROLLS PLEASE (and in no particular order)

Longer Than Most by @happiness-of-the-pursuit (26K/E)

Seahorse Dad Henry and accidental Baby Daddy Alex, this work is handled with so much care and is the kind of soft emotional happy feelings that you just want to roll around in

You love me! You love me? by anarchyat4am (28K/T)

Trans!Alex College AU where Henry and Alex end up at UT Austin together and become accidental roommates, when I tell you this fic is one I come back to repeatedly? Yes this is so soft it made me cry in a good way the first three times I read it (back to back of course)

Anything You Want by somuchworse (5.7K/E)

This is where things pick up into steamy territory, transmasc Henry has never had the big O and Alex helps him see the light. The kind of care and conversation and delicacy in which the discussions are had on top of the steamy hot conclusion make this one a repeat offender on the reread list

say you'll see me again (even if it's just in your wildest dreams) by @coffeecatsme (21K/T)

The softest shmoopiest 5+1 of Henry coming to terms with who he is and Alex falling in love with him the entire way through

the reason comes on the common tongue of you loving me by ncfariouvs (3K/E)

Henry brings back so many people to the apartment but according to him he never gets off, Alex is there to help, a trans!Henry roommates, friends to lovers speedrun that is delicious

T4T First Prince by @cactusdragon517 (10K/E+G)

THIS SERIES my lord go run skip jump dance on over to it and then just stay a while because man is this one of those series that makes you smile through the happy tears of how soft and happy and joyful it is. T4T Henry helping Alex post top surgery and falling in love + bonus second fic of them IN LOVE LATER IN LIFE

snapshots of you and me by @thedramasummer (7K/E)

Post Top Surgery Trans!Henry hires a Boudoir Photographer (shocking news it’s ACD) to do some self affirming photos, and this is such an affirming gorgeous glorious story of that process experience and of course the steamy happy ending

seahorse dad Alex by @jackzimmermemes (3.5K/G+E)

Another Seahorse Dad series! This time with Trans!Alex, take a look at these little slice of life stories of firstprince as they navigate their lives and parenthood and feel full to the brim with joy

long live (the walls we crashed through) by breakmytears (2.5K/G)

Alex and Henry’s son comes out to them as trans and let me tell you if you thought the tears were flowing before there is NOTHING on this fic for the soft unwavering support that is threaded throughout

I Wanna Swim Between Your Thighs by Alex20 (2.4K/E)

Teacher!Alex with a tremendous crush on single!dad Henry (also trans!Henry) and this is the delightful fun filled story of their coming together (in more ways than one)

If I missed an author tag here for their tumblr I tried to find them all but please let me know and I’ll add them in directly!

And with that I bid you good reading! Until next time I hope these recommendations recc’d you in the worst possible way, please support these authors when reading their works by giving kudos and comments! It helps vocalize support and show that readers love what they are doing!

#get recc’d #fic rec list #get recc’d: trans day of visibility #trans day of visibility #trans fic recs #rwrb trans fic recs #get recc’d: RWRB #red white and royal blue #firstprince #firstprince fic recs #rwrb #inexplicablymine recommends

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bambeptin · 21 days

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rex and wk bodyswap posture changes

#im still vacationing around!!#that fic. one day i'll update it #generator rex #bamboo draws #rex salazar #white knight #white knight generator rex #ive got Thoughts about this rattling about in my brain idk if i could articulate them properly or if anyone's chomping at the bit for em

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arom-antix · 2 months

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Time for the second installment! As the companion piece to this Valentines Day/White day reverse bang/bang event, I drew this adorable Makkachin based on the second chapter of @probablytoooldforthis's incredible fic Sweets for the Sweet for White Day! And now that you've been blessed by Makka's presence, I urge you to go read both this fic and the first chapter that was posted last month. You won't regret it!

And in case you're curious, the Valentines piece can be found here

#i loved drawing this so much dont get me wrong but man does drawing curly fur take TIME #i loved it tho #so much good texture #makka is just wonderful even if i never draw dogs and this therefore was a CHALLENGE #anyway happy white day!#go read the fic #it's so cute yall i swear makka is best girl and our husbands are best husbands as always #go go go #reblog #yuri on ice #yuri on ice fanart #yuri on ice fanfic #fanart #art #fanfic #arom antix art #arom antix #makkachin #collaboration

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catladywriter · 2 months

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Inotan Fanfic: Inosuke’s White Day Mission - Chapter 2

Bigger and Better

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Highschool AU (They’re 17 in here, a couple of years older than their Kimetsu Academy counterpart)

Wordcount: 8500+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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Kie, Tanjirou's mother, was busy attending to a delivery order. Despite that, she flashed Inosuke a warm smile to acknowledge his presence. Nezuko, managing the cashier, greeted him with a friendly wave while munching on a piece of bread. Seated next to her were her younger siblings, Takeo and Hanako, engrossed in their homework.

Inosuke always craved the Kamado bakery's signature chocolate cookies, which he made a beeline for on every visit to the bakery. But today, his eyes spotted the enticing chocolate and sweet sets packaged for White Day, tempting him to take a closer look.

Inosuke's eyes roamed the shelves until they settled on a whimsical round basket. It was decorated with bright yellow sunflowers that stood out amidst the usual red roses and heart-shaped boxes. On closer inspection, it was evident that the sunflowers were made by hand from paper. Each petal and seed head was intricately crafted to resemble freshly picked blooms from a field. The sunflowers were arranged in a circular pattern. Their long green stems coiled and weaved together, forming a natural-looking wreath around the basket's edges. A ribbon wrapped around the basket's midsection, culminating in a large bow adorned with a dainty sunflower charm. As he peered inside, he discovered a treasure trove of chocolates, wrapped in sunflower-patterned paper. The effect was charming and delightful, intending for the recipient to receive a bucket of sunflowers, only to be surprised by the sweet treats hidden within.

To most people, the sunflower basket might have seemed gaudy or childish, but to Inosuke, it was perfect. Roses were sappy, old-fashioned, and had thorns. But sunflowers reminded him of Tanjirou's sunny and bright personality, always there to uplift his mood on gloomy days.

The price tag gave him pause, but with his employee discount, he could make it work. He might have to skip his favorite tempura lunch set for a few days, but it would be worth it to see the look on Tanjirou's face when he received the gift.

Inosuke walked over to the cashier and placed the sunflower basket on the counter in front of Nezuko. She gave him a puzzled look, seemingly surprised that he was considering purchasing it. But Hanako, who had been working on her homework, looked up and squealed in delight, "I decorated it!"

Nezuko patted her little sister's head. "Great job, Hanako! She worked on it all night, and was worried that no one would buy it because it's not the typical rose and heart theme."

Inosuke dug out his wallet. "It's nice. I prefer sunflowers to roses."

"Who's it for?" Hanako's round eyes brimmed with curiosity.

Inosuke's defensiveness kicked in. "None of your business," he said.

But just then, Kie walked up to them after seeing the delivery person out, and asked the same question. Inosuke felt exasperated. He couldn't exactly tell Tanjirou's mother that it was none of her business, could he? But they didn't ask other customers, so why were they being so nosy with him?

"'None of your business,' he said," Takeo smirked.

Kie gave a pleasant laugh. "He's just shy." She smiled at Inosuke with kind eyes. "It must be for a girl you like then."

"I'm not shy! And it's not for a girl! It's for Kentarou! Uh, I mean Tanjirou." Inosuke hastily corrected himself when Kie tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Kie's eyes widened slightly with surprise at the mention of her son's name. "That's really kind of you, but all the gift sets from our White Day shelf are more elaborate and expensive. They're better suited as romantic gifts. If you're looking for something to express gratitude or friendship, you might want to choose something simpler."

Inosuke looked at her with confusion. Why was this so complicated? He just wanted to give the best chocolate he could buy.

"Maybe you can tell me what you're trying to convey, and I'll help you choose something suitable," Kie suggested.

Inosuke felt a lump form in his throat. He had only wanted to buy some chocolates, not have a conversation about his feelings. Besides, his gut feeling told him that this was the perfect present, and he didn't want anything else. Four pairs of eyes stared up at him, making him feel even more uncomfortable. Inosuke wished that Hanako and Takeo would go back to their homework.

Nezuko came to his rescue. "Inosuke and nii-chan do everything together, and nii-chan always shares his lunch with him and treats him to stuff. That must be why Inosuke wants to get him something in return!"

"I see." Kie smiled. "Tanjirou talks about you a lot, Inosuke. He enjoys spending time with you and doing things for you. So, the feeling is mutual. You don’t have to feel like you owe him anything or get him something special."

"Really?" Inosuke's heart swelled with happiness at the thought of Tanjirou having mutual feelings for him.

Kie nodded. "That’s right! So, I'll exchange this sunflower basket for a simpler packet of chocolate cookies. I'm sure Tanjirou will be happy with anything you get for him."

As Kie made to take the basket back, Hanako and Inosuke yelled "No!" in unison.

“Mum! It’s my first sale!” Hanako protested.

“It’s okay, Hanako-chan. Someone else will buy it. Don't make Inosuke spend more than he should."

Inosuke appreciated Kie's kind gesture. He knew Tanjirou liked doing things for people and giving people things, but he never expected others to go out of their way for him. It must be a trait he learned from his mother, who seemed to feel bad that Inosuke wanted to get such an extravagant present for her son.

“I’m getting it!” Inosuke insisted.

“But…” Kie began.

"Tanjirou's making a ton of chocolate in the home ec room now! I need to find something good enough to trade for it all!"

Nezuko and Kie exchanged perplexed looks.

Inosuke took a deep breath and tried to explain. "White Day's about giving back to those who gave to you, right? I want to trade this chocolate for all of Tanjirou's so he won't give any to anyone else but me." He punctuated his explanation with exaggerated hand gestures, hoping they would get his point across if his words could not.

Kie furrowed her brows, although her face remained kind and patient. “Is there a reason he shouldn’t give chocolates to other people? He got a lot of chocolates on Valentine’s Day so it’s only right that he reciprocates. Takeo’s bringing chocolate cookies to his school tomorrow too.”

Inosuke's mind raced as he tried to come up with a response that would make his argument convincing, but he couldn't refute what Kie said. He reluctantly conceded defeat with a huff.

"Whatever, he can give chocolates to anyone. But I need to give him something bigger and better than the other girls' gifts. I need to show him I'm the best. Got it?"

The Kamados looked at Inosuke in anticipation, waiting for him to elaborate. Inosuke groaned internally. Why were they all so clueless? Tanjirou was oblivious to his feelings, and Nezuko was oblivious to Zenitsu’s aggressive pursuit. It probably ran in the family.

Suddenly, Hanako clapped her hands together and squealed. “You like nii-chan!”

Takeo’s mouth formed a comical ‘O’, and Nezuko put her hands to her mouth. “I knew it! I always thought there was something going on between you two,” she exclaimed.

Inosuke's face flushed red with embarrassment. His attempts to choose a gift for Tanjirou had turned into a bigger ordeal than he had anticipated. He had only wanted to emphasize the importance of getting a worthy present. Why did Hanako have to expose him like that?

"N-No, you've got it all wrong!" he stammered.

But Kie's smile broadened as enlightenment dawned on her face. "So you're getting this because you want to confess your feelings for him!"

“Of-of course not! As I said, you’ve got it all wrong! Why would I do a dumb thing like that!” Inosuke sputtered, feeling his face and ears go hot. He didn't want to confess his feelings, he just wanted to prove himself to Tanjirou.

"Liking Tanjirou isn't anything to be embarrassed about," Kie said, stifling a chuckle as she patted his shoulder.

"Our nii-chan is popular, you know," Takeo chimed in, sounding offended.

Inosuke's hands waved frantically as he stumbled over his words. "N-no, that's not what I meant!" he stuttered, flustered at how his response came across as disparaging Tanjirou. "Actually, I- I think Tanjirou's amazing. He's smart, always knows what to do, and he's nice to everyone. Whenever I'm with him, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I just wish he would treat me more special..." His voice trailed off as he struggled to express his feelings.

A smile of comprehension played on Kie's lips. "Then you'll have to let him know. Tanjirou isn't the brightest when it comes to feelings, but as his mother, I can tell that you're special to him."

Inosuke felt a sense of pride swelling within him. Of course, he's special to Tanjirou. He's the strongest, the bravest, the smartest and the most talented. A warm feeling spread from his chest through his body, and he felt increasingly confident. There was no doubt in his mind that Tanjirou would reciprocate his feelings, no matter how oblivious he might be to them at the moment. All he had to do was help Tanjirou discover those feelings. A grin spread across his face, replacing his anxious expression.

Kie beamed. "Let's not hold Inosuke up! Give him the family discount, Nezuko!"

Nezuko grinned and tapped away at the cash machine, her fingers moving deftly over the buttons. A customer needed assistance and Kie excused herself to help.

Takeo and Hanako had their backs turned to him while they bagged his purchase. As Inosuke waited, he noticed they were whispering busily to each other while scribbling something. He was too exhausted to care about what they were up to. Confessing his feelings about Tanjirou had been nerve-wracking and draining. He was relieved to be left alone.

"Good luck!" the three siblings chorused as they handed him his purchase in a paper bag.

"You got this!" Nezuko pumped her fists and gave him a nod of encouragement.

Inosuke muttered his thanks and turned to leave, only to find a small queue of people behind him. He groaned inwardly, wondering how long they had been listening to his halting love confession. A girl in the same high school uniform who had been behind him gave him a sheepish grin. He couldn't wait to get out of there.

At least the family discount turned out to be quite significant, he thought as he gave his purchase a squeeze. He wouldn't have to sacrifice too many tempura lunch sets.

He checked his phone and saw that he had several missed calls and messages from Tanjirou. He had completely forgotten that he had stormed off earlier from the home economics room. Inosuke felt ashamed at the memory as he opened the messages. Tanjirou had sent a few apologies, although it was clear that he didn't seem to know what he was apologizing for. After all, he had done nothing to warrant an apology in the first place. The revelation made Inosuke feel even more guilty.

The latest message, sent 15 minutes ago, was a photo of several pieces of chocolate shaped like wild boars. Accompanying it was the caption, "I made these for you, they’ll melt if you don't come back!" Inosuke couldn't help but grin from ear to ear at Tanjirou's adorable creations. His fingers flew across his phone screen. "Coming through!" he texted, before breaking into a sprint to make up for lost time. He cradled his purchase in his arms as he ran, the paper bag a comforting presence against his chest.

Chapter 3

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Author's Notes: I'm so happy to have the Kamado family in my fic, alive and well, and having cute and happy interactions with Inosuke. Poor Inosuke, gift-shopping is stressful enough without having half of his crush's family prying! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Now what are Hanako and Takeo up to? Will their sneaky antics hinder or help his confession? Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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gideonisms · 10 months

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look as someone who has read 4 acts of homestuck + a plot summary of the rest + some fic, gideon is not thinly veiled dave strider they're simply not the same character. "Ianthe is vriska" yeah well ianthe is also nanami from utena but no one's talking about that !!

#i also don't think the majority of tlt fans find hs cringey. personally i just couldn't remember enough events at a time to follow the plot #it's my white whale one day i will get all the way through but anyway #i don't think even muir's fic is completely derivative in fact sometimes i question how derivative fic in general actually is #of the particular canons #because it often seems to rely more on common tropes and themes specific to fic as a genre #one of the multiple genres muir draws from certainly not the only one

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idyllcy · 2 months

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not every moment, but every day

word count: 7k

summary: you bloom a fairy with dandelion hair and peridot eyes

Pixie dust comes in small quantities at once.

You would argue for more, but there isn't much left for the common folk after the royals take everything for themselves. You work with what you can to fix what you can, and people tend to stay away from the sketchier areas of the city— your shop included. It's nice to be able to make just enough profit to live. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, perhaps it was fate, but when you fix small things for curious children on the street for a flower or cookie, everything is worth it.

You do not care for bigger matters, and you do not care for an excess of anything.

To live in moderation... is sufficient.

You spend your day dealing with plants and machinery, making a living off of what you can, a little bit of this and a little bit of that keeping your day to day amusing. To live is to be happy, you find. You cannot be happy until you truly live. Perhaps two sides of the same coin? You do not find that you care all that much. You are content with what you have, white lilies blooming outside on your flowerbed, magic tinkering with older toys that are out of production, the slow life of the slums sliding by in your day to day life. You are content with where you are, and you shall continue living like this until you are old and wrinkly and can no longer move. Then, you shall return to the dirt your precious lilies adore so much.

You fix the toy in the child's hand while at the market, lips curled into a sweet smile as he beams.

"Have you brought something as payment?"

"This!" The child, surprisingly, holds up a potted white lily, bulb slightly fuller than the ones you regularly tend to, and you take it from him. "I saw the lilies outside of your place, and my older brother had this lying around in his room, so I thought I'd give it to you."

You blink, raising a brow in amusement, laughing. "Will he be mad you gave it away?"

"He was doing a terrible job at raising it, so I would say it's better with you." The kid shrugs. "Don't tell him, though. He's been missing for a while..."

"Ah." You mumble. It wasn't uncommon for the men in the slums to go missing. It was even more common for women to disappear overnight. The slave trade was especially prominent in the slums. One wrong move could result in a whole family disappearing overnight. You wonder if that was what happened to the old owner of the store. Well, it doesn't matter all that much. It's thanks to their disappearance that you managed to find a place to stay in the slums rather than the capital. Though... as you put the plant down on the first floor, sprinkling the fairy dust onto the flower with some water, and you watch as the plant shudders, reacting to it.

"You don't like it?" You tilt your head. Pause. Why is the plant reacting to the fairy dust so visibly.

The flower doesn't respond, so you set it by the window, shutting the blinds to the first floor as you head upstairs to fall asleep.

Maybe you're just tired.

You are not.

You wake up the next morning and feed your flowers, pausing when you notice the new flower is even bigger, and you tilt your head, sprinkling more pixie dust onto it as it reacts again, and you blink at it again, sighing. It is not your problem. You don't care. Not enough, at least. You water the flower, finish with the rest, and go back to your day to day routine. You are content with this life. You are happy with fixing old toys and watering the leftover lilies in the abandoned residence you took over, and that is all you will be doing. There will be nothing else to break your day to day schedule, not even some sentient flower that hisses at you each time you feed it fairy dust. At least the other flowers don't react.

The addition of the new plant is interesting to you. The child who gave it to you eventually is taken away by the slave traders— something that you have found no longer matters to you. They will eventually end up back in your household anyway. At the very least, you hope the child reunites with his brother. Instead, the young girl staying with the two of them bids you goodbye as she is adopted away, and you stare at the noble family that has adopted her. May she find peace, you whisper to yourself. The other children start visiting less, and you assume it is because your mentor will soon be making his return and visiting.

So, you water the new plant, ditching the regular pixie dust and settling for the pink one instead, finding that your particularly picky unbloomed flower prefers it to the regular one. Picky asshole. Yet, you whistle and look the other way as you water it, making rounds down to the orphanages for broken toys and replace them with fixed ones, the children treating you to a portion of their meals, making you laugh. You tell them you do not need their food, handing them each their own treat instead, leaving early and returning home, your continuously growing flower and garden of white lilies greeting you. It is a sight that you are fond of.

It falls into a pattern until it suddenly does not.

Your mentor visit first, observing the flowers and the particularly large one on your windowsill but not mentioning anything, as mysterious as he always has been. He leaves you with some more pixie dust and enough coins to survive, and he is gone with the wind again. You find that you will never quite understand the lives of nobles despite being of their blood yourself. You will never understand why there is a hunger for more and more until they have nothing left, and why they would crave so much. Though, it does not bother you. You are content with your life and the repetition you have brought into your schedule.

You are content with it until it is broken.

You wake up one morning to a blossomed lily and a small fairy sitting by your windowsill and staring at the white lilies, and you do a double take.

Clean daffodil hair and peridot eyes. Glass butterfly wings with a rainbow reflection. Small in stature yet a charming gaze. You peer down at your little visitor and then at the lily that has finally bloomed, and you reach for a small peridot in your pocket, tilting your head as you hold it out to him as an offering. He cranes his neck to the side, not accepting your stone, and you rummage for another one. It is not uncommon for you to meet fairies, and most require a sort of greeting gift, so you find it surprising that a fairy would not take a stone that matches their eyes. You find an opal instead, holding it out for the fairy as he inspects it and accepts the gift, flying right before your eyes to inspect you.

"Hi?" You lean slightly back as he flutters forward.

He blinks twice.

"Ah, you're the nonverbal kind." You hum, taking a step back as you bow lightly. "Were you stuck in the flower?"

The fairy nods.

"Will you be staying?"

He nods again.

"Then I look forward to making your acquaintance." You bow again.

The sound of gentle wind chimes indicate the fairy's mutual agreement.

You forget some days this is the same asshole who shuddered at regular pixie dust. He helps around the place, sprinkling his own pixie dust onto the white lilies and finding fallen screws on the ground for you, almost always holding his hand out for a small treat after, something you've stocked up on. You find it strange that he does not feed on nectar the same way the other fairies do, but you don't complain when he helps around the house. He knows every nook and cranny as though he had been born for the place, and you find that he is equally helpful. He's giving you a lot less attitude now. Perhaps the hardest part was simply helping him bloom.

He sits by you when you have your dinner, popping the bubbles that manage to flutter into the air when you do the dishes, sitting by your bedside and helping you blow out the candles when it is time for you to rest. Sometimes, you find that he manages to open the windows for you in the morning. You wonder just how much strength a fairy can have, but you refuse to question it. Ignorance is bliss to a certain degree, and you are plenty content with knowing barely anything about your small friend. If he does not reveal it, then you can live without knowing.

You bring the fairy with you out to the market after a handful of weeks, letting the small thing pick out any new plants to add to his collection (which you find strange considering he can only help sprinkle pixie dust), but he picks out succulents instead, flowers that require minimal water. You find that he's still quite picky, having you only water the plants a certain amount each day, and you make him a small watering can of his own so he can do whatever he wills with it. (It does not help. He still pulls on your sleeve to have you water the plants instead of him. Annoying.) Though, as annoying as you find it at times, he is an overall pleasant person to have around.

You learn that he's particularly inclined for treats, always asking for a bite of your food, even if it means sticking one of his fingers into your bowl and licking it. He does not do well with spice, so you put aside a small bowl for him before you add anything, and he digests it while you continue cooking, flavors mixed into your food. He prefers sugar, so you make sure to triple lock the sugar jar, finding that it's always opened in the morning anyway (seriously. where is he getting the strength) and you try to scold him, but you can't resist the way he pouts at you, closing your eyes as you groan and continue to scold him. Curse him and his squishy cheeks.

"Really!" You sigh. "Stop breaking into the sugar jar!"

The fairy pouts at you, looking down and kicking dejectedly.

"Seriously. You're going to pass away from an overconsumption. How are you not going to eat nectar and only consume candy and then try to have even more?!"

The sound of wind indicates his annoyance.

"No."

He looks up at you from the table, folding his arms.

"Still no. I don't want you to pass away. How does a fairy diet even work?"

The fairy points at the sugar jar.

"No." You point at him. "No more."

You swear you hear him 'hmph' at you.

You find that you still don't know the fairy's name, and you no longer remember if it was because their names held power or this particular fairy was just out to make you struggle as much as you can to communicate with him. Maybe he just enjoys watching you not look him in the eye when he's being scolded. He's annoying (you tell yourself).

Though, when the children start visiting again, you find that your small friend sits on your head or shoulder, peering down curiously at the children who trade you old toys for fixed ones, eyes big as they ask who the small creature on your shoulder is. When you tell them it's a fairy, they almost always ask if they can touch him. The creature hides further behind you when they ask, and you shake your head no. You tell them another time, but knowing the fairy, he's never going to let them touch him. You find that not even you are allowed to touch the small thing and that he flies away almost always, wings tinted a peachy pink as you imitate the pout he likes giving you.

You wonder if he just hates you.

Though, you find that it's only with you. After a while, he warms up to the children, going as far as to flying above them and letting the gentler ones hold him, and you scoff. Maybe he just hates you. You try to grab him when one of the kids reach for his wings, and he flinches away from you, wings turning pink again. You gape at him in offense, letting him suffer as the child brushes over his wings, squeaks squeezing past his lips as he struggles to get back to you with a panicked look on his face.

"Will you let me touch you?" You hold your hand out, freeing his wings from the sticky hands, and the fairy sits in your hair with a whine, terrified of the children he had wanted to play with.

"Aw." The boy frowns. "Does he not like me?"

"Try not to touch his wings next time." You hum, handing the fixed toy to him. "How are the others?"

"The mister is letting us roam again since the master is out of the land again." The boy hands you a small bag. "I stole that from the headmaster's room."

You blink as you open it, pausing at the blue pixie dust that sparkles in the bag. "Blue pixie dust? You'll get whipped if he finds out."

"It's fine. They found a noble family to adopt me into." The boy blinks. "Will you let me write you letters?"

"Of course." You hum. "If anything arises—"

"I will let the master know." He hums. "Will I see you again, then?"

"No promises." You hum. "It would be hard to make promises."

The boy nods. "Bye bye, mister fairy!"

The creature in your hair waves goodbye, wind chimes sounding.

You lost another one. When winter falls, the children stop visiting altogether, and you watch as your lilies wilt and fall asleep for the time, watching as your fairy shivers and sticks close to your skin, even while you cook, wings sparkling on the back of your neck as you pour him a small bowl of soup to enjoy and maybe warm up with— only to fail. He crawls into your sleeve with a frown, peeking his head out as you tap his forehead twice.

"Cold?"

He nods.

"Can't afford heating, sorry—"

You hear him kick in your sleeve in complaint, but you don't address it.

And you fall into a steady day to day rhythm again. You wake up, feed two mouths (one tiny one normal) and sit in your workshop fiddling with the toys, holding up the new batch of gems that your master has sent you to the light for inspection. You do not understand it, but you do it anyway, leaving out a smaller one for the fairy to play with. You wonder if you still need to buy his favor in order to be able to touch him. Besides, would it make sense? Perhaps your little guest is waiting for spring to arrive since he had bloomed during summer. Perhaps he will leave then.

He does not.

When spring arrives, you wake up to a naked man in your bed and scream. You fall off your bed with widened eyes, hands flying to your chest to check if you still have clothes on, reaching for the knife on your nightstand as you stare at the fairy.

"I am... safe." He nods slowly, holding both of his hands up.

"How did you get in?!" You shake slightly.

He tilts his head, and you stop when you hear the wind chime.

No. No fucking way.

He smiles.

ASSHOLE. ITS THE FAIRY.

"Oh, hell no." You throw the knife to the side and throw a pillow at him. "How did you grow. Is this a sign? Is it because it's spring? You fairies better not have mating seasons. I'm kicking you out if you do."

He blinks at you, eyes wide, innocently.

"Yes or no?"

He shakes his head.

You relax only then, groaning as the birds chirp outside of the open window. You can worry about groceries later, but for the time being... your eyes trail to the man's abdomen, falling lower and lower until you realize that you definitely need to go out today because other than the fact that his fairy clothes have sized up slightly, the skirt made of leaves definitely does not help him cover anything. You'd have to keep your windows closed for the day. Some poor rich woman might catch the way his body is built and ask to buy him from you or something. The thought alone makes you shudder.

"Stay put." You point at him and then at the bed, and you shut the windows, close the blinds, light a candle, and lock him in your bedroom. Well, it could be worse. You buy what you can for him, a pair of shoes, some semblance of clothing (two sets so he has something to change into) and some more food because... you're feeding two mouthes now. Seriously. You better get paid soon because if that stupid duke of the land doesn't come back. Well, calling your mentor would be a little... rude. The land is his in name yours in legality. Though, considering the two of you are both immortal, it matters very little in reality. As long as the land is prosperous, you do not care.

Your mother died of heartbreak, your father died of mortality, leaving you with your mother's curse of immortality.

You don't know what to make of it, and you no longer care for it.

You return home with the clothes, handing them to the man (fairy? human? creature? humanoid?) to change into, to which he obeys, turning around to change. You wonder if he'll be good at anything or if he's just going to cause problems around like he did when he was a fairy well, cause problems is an overstatement. You wonder if he's going to be a picky eater again. Perhaps he'll lounge around— you're practically praying for him to keep his household habits from when he was a fairy now. Maybe you will have some strange stroke of luck.

And strange stroke of luck you have— the man helps around the house, waking before you, watering your lilies and making breakfast, sitting at the floor of your bed, head tilted as he bats his lashes at you when you wake up, scaring you half the time and worrying you the other. You find it oddly domestic of him. A man whom you do not know the name of, a fairy who bloomed from the flower stolen by a young boy, some... dude who you've just been living with. You really wonder if he has a name, but from the looks of it, he doesn't seem to be able to... speak? You wonder if he could write, but he hasn't tried communicating to you that way either. Instead, he pulls on your sleeve and gives you the most innocent bat of his lashes, and seems to telepathically tell you what he needs. You wonder if you just picked up on his body language from when he was a fairy with how you seem to know everything he needs or wants.

You still choose to ignore him when he blinks at your with stars in his eyes for more candy while shopping for food. He may come off as perfect to many, but you find that the vast majority of it comes from a facade. You squint your eyes at him, pointing at him as one would with a disobedient puppy. "No," you tell him, and he puffs his cheeks and pouts at you (something that hasn't changed from when he was a fairy) and continue following after you as you bargain over the food. He remains with a slight frown for the rest of the day, and he won't feel better until after sleep. You pick up on that equally quickly. You find that he just likes pretending to be perfect— something you are visibly not. You don't know how many times you've accidentally broken a plate when he crept up on you as a fairy.

Yet, you get used to him too, finding that it's nice to have a random dude who does the chores and cooks around, and you quickly find out why the nobles like slouching around and shopping all day. It's the boredom. So, you kick the guy out of cleaning the place and watering the flowers, and the poor man stares at you like a kicked puppy— as if he's done something wrong for trying to pamper you. You try and explain that it's because you need to do something around the cottage or else you'll end up bored out of your mind and insane. He doesn't get it, but he lets you water the flowers at the very least. You also get to do the grocery shopping still. He may not be picky anymore, but you find that he seems to add things you do not even remember buying into your food.

"No red peppers." You point at him. "No."

He blinks at you.

Some days, you really want to strangle him for weaponizing his incompetence. Though, as you chide him for trying to sneak peppers into your basket, you find that he might just really like eating peppers. No. There was no way. This was the same fairy who was huffing when you added just a bit of wasabi into your food. You squint at him, and he puts it back, smiling apologetically to the sweet old woman who gushes over his face. You wonder how far that face card could get him. You wonder if you could get the approval of your mentor... he would probably just kick him out, though. The thought almost makes you laugh.

Though, when the man is shoved a bouquet of flowers into his arms by some passerby girl, you can only pull your lips up in amusement. He blinks in confusion as the girl runs back to her friends, and he takes a step back, hiding behind you (still visible, much different from when he was a fairy), and you stifle laugh. He takes your hand quietly, bottom lip jutted slightly out the whole walk back, staring at the flowers and then at you, holding them out for you to take. "for me?"

He nods.

You tell him to find a nice vase to set the flowers in while you prep dinner. He listens, cutting the stems of the flower and pouting. You do not know what he is thinking. He's too vague— and his expression tells you that he's annoyed, but you really cannot tell over what. He stays slightly dejected for the whole night through, sitting by your bed with a frown on his face, and it almost makes you feel bad. Almost. You ask him what can make him feel better, and you watch as he reaches for your hand, staring at you the whole time for any discomfort. You blink as he rests his head on the edge of your bed, content with just holding your hand for the time being... where did he get so sly?

The answer to your question is that he's always been sly.

You crack open your door for your mentor to enter as he visits, handing you the funds for the year, showing you the files and funds and papers and scrolls and documents and... the list goes on. You locked the fairy in your room— you don't know what your mentor would do if he were to find out you were living with a man. You're pretty sure he would get kicked out. So, you try to rush your mentor out as quickly as possible, sighing when he finally gets up and ready to leave, and lo and behold— the fairy decides to make his descent down the stairs.

"I just heard footsteps."

"You must be mishearing."

"I'm afraid not."

You watch as your roommate (roommate?) steps up to your mentor, nodding as they shake hands.

"Pleasure to meet you. Your name?"

You open your mouth to make one up on the spot, and you physically pause when the man speaks.

"Don't worry about it." He smiles all friendly (with an underlying passive aggressiveness that only one might have when meeting someone they dislike) shaking his hand. "You are?"

"I am... their mentor." He nods. "So the two of you are?"

"—"

You cut him off. "Roommates! I picked him up off the street."

"You picked a random man off the streets?" Your mentor raises a brow. "Couldn't he have stayed somewhere else other than your place?"

"Well..." You lower your voice and pull your lips to his ear. "He's kinda... hot."

"He looks like a pathetic mess." Your mentor stares right into your 'roommate's' eyes, and he stares back, uncanny smile on his face. "Call me if you need me."

"You'll let him stay?!"

"I fear that if I do not let you have your way, you will simply force me out of the territory." He shrugs. "Clear the attic for him. Do not let him stay in your room, understand?"

You mock a salute at him as he shuts the door with a snap of his hands. The man is expecting you to beam at him, but as soon as you turn around, you tilt your head to the side, jabbing your finger into his chest as you press him against the table.

"So. You've known how to speak this whole time, hm? You've just been watching me read your expressions to see what you were feeling when you could have spoken the whole time? Is that how you pay your precious gardener back?"

"I really—"

Holy fuck his voice sounds like heaven.

"No." You hold your hand up to silence him, grumbling as you take a step back. "You're cooking dinner tonight and I am eating it in my room withoutyou because you've been a rude ass and deceiving me this whole time."

You watch as his expression falls. "I—"

"If you cook good enough I might forgive you."

He cooks. You find dinner set outside your door with a knock after he finishes, and you catch him peeking at you from the bottom of the stairs as you bring it into your room. You really wonder just why this fairy is so obsessed with you, but when you get a spoonful of his soup you don't mind, really. The man was good at cooking. What else could you say? You leave the finished dish outside, bringing it down to do the dishes, and you watch as he lights up from the dinner table.

"Was it good?"

"You're forgiven." You grumble, physically holding yourself back from melting over his voice. "But only if you tell me just why the hell you didn't tell me you could speak. Also, what the hell is your name?!"

He fiddles with his fingers, blinking at you. "I'm Alkaid... and I was worried you'd be creeped out by my voice if you just woke up one day and your fairy companion was both human-sized and could speak."

You blink at him wordlessly. "That's it? Wait— that came out rude. I would not think that, but I'm glad we're over that hurdle now. Can I get an omelette for breakfast tomorrow? I can get the eggs."

"I'll get the eggs." He smiles. "No red peppers?"

You shake your head.

"Okay." And you watch as the moon glistens behind him.

Alkaid is a sweetheart. Well, he had been one, but you find that he's especially gentler now, communicating with you over simple things, and knocking on your door in the morning before waking you up. You wonder if the language put a barrier between the two of you, but you don't find it in yourself to ask— especially not when he seems to know your habits just as you know his. He's always one step ahead of you. Whether that be preparing your clothes in advance or knowing what foods you're craving, he seems to know everything. You find it a little off putting at times, but you also find that it's lovely to be known. You wonder how many girls would kill to be in your position at the moment.

"Shall we head to the market tomorrow?" He tilts his head at you. "We are almost out of food."

"Already?" You blink at him. Surely he has some other intention.

"They are hosting a festival tomorrow... as well." He smiles. "Let us go together."

"Alright."

Ah. That was what it was.

You find that Alkaid has been buying clothes behind your back, the man in matching clothes with you as you descend the stairs and take his hand, holding his hand as he takes you through the stalls. He stops for candied strawberries and street style foods, taking it from you if you dislike it. He eats everything, and you refrain for ordering anything spicy in result of that. Your fairy does not like it, and you fear that you will not like it, so you settle for nothing too hot. Though, you're sure that the girls who have been peering at Alkaid the whole night would argue that you are settling for something very hot. Well, settle would be the wrong word. Is it really settling if you aren't dating?

You wonder what Alkaid makes of the whole situation.

"Is it good?" He tilts his head, opening his mouth as you give him a bite.

"It is." You nod, tilting your head back at him.

"I agree." He hums. "Shall I try to replicate this at home?"

"You're that skilled of a cook?" You raise a brow at him.

"Always." He smiles, tilting his head. "Yes?"

"...as long as you don't burn the kitchen down." You mumble.

Alkaid squeezes your hand in affirmation. You spend the rest of the night with your fingers laced between his, palm pressed flush against his, lips curled into an unconsciously sweet smile as the two of you watch the fireworks. He rests his head on your shoulder, eyes glued to the stars as he tells you the tales behind them. You listen, following his hand as you point with him, at some point the fireworks stopping and the stars being more visible to the two of you. You do not catch him staring at you, too focused on the way his voice carries through the air, and the two of you stay that way until the early hours of the morning, moving from standing on pavement to sitting on bricks, moving from sitting on bricks to laying on grass, hands never let go of.

It is beautiful, you think. He is beautiful, to you.

You wonder what you are to Alkaid. It is less of a haunting feeling and more of an innocent curiosity. Who are you to this fairy that he would willingly stay by your side and please you? Is he this way with everyone? You wonder if he would have been the same with someone else. You blink at him from the table, tilting your head as he places the bowl before you.

"What is wrong?"

You blink at him slowly. "I wonder what we are."

"You are my companion, are you not?"

(The word companion stings, but you do not know why.)

"I understand." You nod slowly.

"Why so?"

"I was curious." You smile. "I will start in the workshop again next week."

"Was there a need?"

"I am making the fireworks for the summer festival." You pause when he blinks at you. "The flowers in the sky — I am creating the ones for the summer festival."

He nods. "Is it dangerous?"

"As long as no fire gets close to it. Though, I will need to pay my mentor a visit for some more pixie dust. Perhaps I will—"

"I can provide." Alkaid swallows slowly, hand flying to cover yours on the table as you blink at him. "I will... I can provide."

"You have a source?"

"No. My wings drop pixie dust when I am small." He pauses. "How much do you need?"

"I will let you know once I get started." You smile. "Are you worried I will not come back?"

Alkaid does not answer you.

It is more than that — to him. He fears something more— that whatever force had created him and cursed him to become who he is would get its hands on you, force you to become something that he is. He wonders, and he fears, and so many more things because he would not know what to do if you are to become like him. He must protect you, perhaps. But how is he to balance protection with the ability to let you do as you will? He wonders. He wonders often.

You blink at Alkaid as he crouched by your bed, blinking your drowsiness away.

"Good morning." He smiles, and you watch as the sun peeks out from behind the curtains to light up his hair.

"Good morning." You smile back, chest warm.

Alkaid enjoys your presence more than anything— he finds. You are pretty and delicate, fingers working fast on fixing toys and making fireworks, gunpowder and pixie dust slid into the fireworks gently and carefully, eyes glued to the mechanics of everything as Alkaid cleans up your place. You are pretty, pretty like the lilies in your flowerbed, pretty like the clouds in the sky that the sun plays peekaboo with. You are pretty, and his heart knows it well, skipping a beat as you move, racing as you smile at him. The sun is nothing without its clouds. He wants to pry your fingers from your embarrassed face the same way the sun does to its clouds to catch a glimpse of you.

You are a star.

"Is something on my face?" You tilt your head, and he reaches over, wiping the smudge of pixie dust on your cheek. He watches, eyes fond as you close one eye out of reflex, smiling.

"Not anymore, starlight."

Alkaid sleeps later than you. He shuts your door behind him when he finishes making sure you're rested, and he sits in the attic, pushing the window open as the night breeze rustles his hair. He wonders sometimes if you had ever wished on a star. It would have been sweet, but he supposes it's not really something he should concern himself with. He will outlive you, and he will be alone without someone again. He wonders how much longer he will have to live before you are gone. Perhaps he will name a star after you. At the very least, he would be granted such. Perhaps he should search for your soul again since you had been so kind as to bloom him. Then, he will stay with you until it is his time to pass.

He wonders if you the two of you live like this in another life.

Though, he needs his rest too, so he shuts the window, eyes closing as he falls asleep in the warmth of his bed, pretending you are there with him.

You wonder some days if Alkaid wants to explore. Fairies are naturally free creatures, and you find it surprising that he has managed to stay so close to you for such a long time. Perhaps there is something of his that you are still holding on to. Perhaps you should ask him after the fireworks. Perhaps you are holding him back from being who he really is. So, as he shuts the door behind him after you pretend to sleep, you stare at the wood for a little too long, pondering if he would have been free in another universe. You are just weak, you find.

You don't attend the summer festival, settling for sitting out on the roof with Alkaid instead, blinking at the summer shower and the way the rockets still splatter in the sky, quieter than usual because of the rain. You wonder if you were tasked with making them because yours were resistant to the water. Alkaid hands you a sandwich from the picnic basket he had prepared, and the two of you watch from the covered patio.

"Alkaid." You hum.

"Yes?"

"Do you long to be free?"

Alkaid stares at you, closing his eyes as he shakes his head. "I am happy where I am."

You stare at him, heart churning uncomfortably in your chest as he lies to you.

"I am sorry." He senses the uncomfortableness you radiate immediately.

"No." You shake your head. "I just assumed that we were close. It is my fault."

"It is not." Alkaid reaches over for your hand as you pull it back. "star—"

"It's fine." You smile at him. "I am sorry."

"No." He tries to fix it, heart shaking in his chest, ears ringing as he tries to explain, chain of jumbled words breaking past his lips as it seems to make it worse, reaching for you again as you take a step back, and he watches as the stars in the night seem to reveal themselves after the rain clears, storm in his chest from hurting you, panic flushed through his system as the door to his room separates the two of you, his heart crumbling in his chest. Perhaps you are right.

"I... am planning on travelling soon." Alkaid smiles almost apologetically, bitterness visible on his face as you slow in your eating.

"When will that be?"

"Perhaps in a week or so." He nods. "Do take care of yourself while I am gone."

You nod.

The house is emptier without Alkaid around. You send him off from your door, handing him a safety device that you are sure he will not need, sending him off with good wishes despite the rift between the two of you. You do not know if you will see him again. You wonder if you ever will. Though, that is not your problem. It was a good time to visit everyone that had been sold to the slave market and bought again. You have had enough time playing around. It is time you return to where you are supposed to be.

You leave an empty home, white lilies wilted on the streets.

You do not return.

You busy yourself with the affairs of the land, returning Cael to his role as an aide, thanking him for taking over during the years you wanted to rest, and the two of you work for the land, your age stuck in time, Cael's age frozen next to you. You wonder if anyone questions how you have lived for so long, but you do not care. The immortals have been in power for longer than you can remember, and your father had been the exception to your noble bloodline, and it made you sick. Your mother did of heartbreak. You understand, but you find that you are not as weak as your mother was— weak is the wrong word, you find. You are not as in love as your mother was. Perhaps you had been foolish to think that you had been in love.

"Stop being a drag." Your mentor sighs, rolling his eyes as he slides you an invitation. "It's the century masquerade."

"I am not a century..." You pause. "Wow. I'm old as fuck."

"Language."

You stare at the invitation, blinking slowly.

"If you're still stuck over that roommate of yours," The man sighs. "Perhaps he will be there as well. Fairies are invited."

"Do they locate us by blood?"

"Only those who are over a century old are able to access the royal palace. You will see him again."

"How do you know that? I left him."

"He left you first."

You can't help the groan that breaks past your lips.

Yet, you are dolled up and escorted to the dance anyway, mask slipped on your face as you step foot into the ballroom, the lights too much for your eyes, heart souring at the daffodils on display and green, finding that you had been given a different dress code for some reason, but fitting in, stardust scattered on your golden gown, taking your mentor's hand as the two of you blend into the rest of the crowd, dancing as you are passed around to change partners. You wonder when you will get to stop. Though, everyone who is over a hundred is well energized. You wonder if any of these men and women pass away.

"Lonely?"

You glance at your dance partner. "No."

"You are sure?"

You nod.

"It is a shame." He swings you out of the way of your next partner, humming. "I have missed you, starlight."

You shrink back slightly to look at him, blinking owlishly as you notice the daffodil hair and peridot eyes. He smiles at you, pressing your knuckles to his lips as he smiles at you. You let him pull you off the dance floor to retreat to a balcony, rain thumping gently outside as he offers you a drink, cheeks warm as he smiles slightly over reuniting with you.

You blink slowly at him, head tilted as he opens his mouth to speak.

"I apologize." He swallows, smile bitter. "I lied to you, and I—"

"No." You blink. "It was my fault. I apologize for overreacting."

"No." Alkaid takes a step closer to you. "No. I should not have lied. I was happy with you back then, but I did not wish to hurt you by telling you I thought about exploring. It was my fault. Do forgive me for it."

"But—"

"Accept it." He hums. "May we... start over?"

"I'm... Alkaid." He smiles, bowing.

Your name comes next, and Alkaid presses your knuckles to his lips again, humming.

"May I have the honor of courting you?"

"Yes." You breathe. "Always."

Alkaid turns your hand over to press a small stone into your hand.

An opal.

"Thank you, starlight."

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