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YOU LOOK SWEET, AND I HAVE A LITTLE BIT OF A SWEET TOOTH.
PAIRING | qifrey x reader | olruggio x reader
REQUEST | can I request Qifrey and Olruggio with an shy/ introverted partner, please?
NOTE | im not sure if you meant a fic or a headcanon so im gonna go ahead and mix both LMAO also notice the qifrey and olruggio matchy banners hehehe
qifrey finds your shy demeanor very endearing!
he would very much be your spokesperson if need be. you need to buy something but are too shy to ask around for it? he's already leading you to where you need to go. ordering food? he has your order memorized before you can tell him what you want. you know what, he's going to cook whatever you want, just say the word. he's gotchu, no questions asked.
loves to watch you try to step out of your comfort zone though!
you're asking for directions on your own despite your shaky voice? he's right behind you, squeezing your hand in encouragement. you're teaching his apprentice something even if you have no experience in teaching? he's smiling so proudly, patting your head after and telling you that you did great.
loves your reserved characteristics. he likes the thought of being the only one to know what really goes on in your mind. it's like you're inner self is a secret he can keep for himself. he's very selfish when it comes to your attention. he loves knowing that he's the only one who really knows the real you.
qifrey knows you don't like mingling too much, so he's very observant of your comfort in the presence of a crowd. he knows the look in your eyes when you're internally asking him to get you out of a situation, which he gladly does.
also finds it so endearing when you turn shy on him.
a kiss on the cheek and you're already shying away from him? oh no, he's tugging you in his arms, there's no escape when qifrey gets in affectionate.
he knows you so well already, that even if you try to hide, he can tell what you feel deep inside and reassures you that there's nothing wrong with the way you act.
love, love, loooves to fluster you!
“am i doing this right, master?”
“huh? oh- um- ye yes!”
qifrey breathes out a quiet laugh at the stammering of your voice, watching with so much fondness how you gently guide coco's hand to draw in the right angle even with your own shaky hands.
you've never outwardly said that you'd join him as a teacher in his atelier when he first started, feeling pressured when they listen to you speak. also, the title of ‘master' is a heavy role, one you claim to be unworthy of. (qifrey begs to differ) but when the girls had asked you to teach them a certain wind magic you made, your poor heart can't possibly say no to their pouty lips and starry eyes.
“your theory on wind magic and pressure is much easier to understand than master qifrey's.” tettia hums, placing her own drawing in front of you for you to inspect.
qifrey pretends not to hear what she just said, in favor of watching you with an adoring eye.
“well… i think everyone perceives magic in a number of ways unique to themselves.” your voice was small, so is the gentle smile on your face, but it seems your words meant so much to the girls. they all seem to absorb your words deeply, even agott seems to look at you with immense focus.
you shrink from their looks, intimidated by the amount of attention these small girls can give. yet, you still try to satiate their curiosity regardless of your anxieties.
pride occupies his heart so much he feels it would overflow into his actions.
a little later after your impromptu lessons, you busy yourself with tidying up the common room. you were sitting on the floor organizing the unused papers scattered across the coffee table when he suddenly wrapped his arms from behind you.
“qifrey!”
he chuckled against the side of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair with each breath he takes. he could sit here for hours, his body flushed against every crevice of yours, fitting like a glove. he'd hold you like this forever if he could.
“you did great with the girls today.”
“you think so?” you're face showed doubt, hands playing with the elongated ribbon from your hat. “i… i hope i didn't disappoint them.”
oh heavens, have mercy on qifrey's heart for it is ready to surrender into your palms in a pile of sweetly goo.
taking one of your hands in his, his lips kissed your knuckle with such tenderness, a playful and sincere twinkle in his eye when your quiet gasp reached his ears. he can feel the way your fingers slightly tighten its grasp.
“my love, you did fantastic. you've been pushing yourself outside of your comfort zone lately and i think you've done a great job! there's no need to fret, even if it all went wrong, i will be sure to be by your side no matter the results.”
two peas in a pond! the two of you are both shy in your own ways! it's ok though, you can be both awkward together and it'd still look adorable.
he's the “they asked for no pickles” meme.
ould fight anyone that would make you feel uncomfortable in any circumstance!
overprotective! watches all the people around you with great caution and suspicion, he takes your comfort really seriously and will stand between you and whoever's bothering you.
imagine someone tryna talk to you and he's just standing right behind you with a pensive face and all too scary dirty look staring into the poor fellow’s soul.
also loves your shy and reserved demeanor!
there's a fluffy feeling in his chest at the thought that you'd only ask him for help and it's him that you always go to, a feeling so special he wants to cocoon you in his arms and a blanket. it makes him feel warm whenever you turn to him with pursed lips, quietly asking for his help.
the man will stammer through his words but he will go through it for you!!
he doesn't always coodle you though. he encourages you to do your thing, giving you a little push whenever the girls have questions for you, asking you for your opinion out loud in a conversation just so the others turn to you to listen. he accompanies you when you have to purchase something instead of doing it for you, standing beside you like an anchor.
“at this point, we're not going to this picnic at all.”
qifrey sighs, watching the girls bicker back and forth, choices upon choices of foods to bring for the picnic flowing from their mouths like a river. they just won't get along when it comes to which food to bring and qifrey would not want to have too many to bring. it would be a mess to carry all that and clean afterwards.
olruggio, cranky and grumpy from the lack of sleep and too much noise, turns to rest a hand on your waist.
you haven't said a single word amidst the war between the girls, but he can see the way your eyes flutter to the carton of eggs on the other side of the kitchen counter. if his memory serves him right, you were craving some egg sandwich a few days ago.
olruggio rubs his thumb on the curve of your waist, before clearing his throat garnering the attention of the girls.
“hey, i think our resident wallflower would like to make us something for the picnic.”
“huh?” startled, you turn to him with widened eyes. “i… do?”
“really!?” as if on cue, the girls turn to you with sparkling eyes, food choices out of their minds as they wonder what you'd make.
“um… i could make us some egg sandwich, if that's alright?” you turn bashful at the six pair of eyes looking at you, one of them with so much sweetness it makes you feel so light headed. you desperate hope you don't faint sooner from olruggio's stare. “and fruit salad too… i guess.”
“can we have cheese in both!?” tettia ask with a beaming smile.
“o-of course!”
“we can help too!” coco, ever so considerate, scurries with the rest of the girls to the kitchen. you follow behind quickly, worried that they might be too energetic and make a mess of the kitchen.
olruggio slouched in relief, a contented smile on his face while watching you and the girls go about making food, with you helping then around with their task despite your nervousness.
he's just so proud to see you go out of your comfort zone with people you love.
SYNOPSIS | easthies dreamed of having you this close to him once. meeting you once again felt like a dream. except for the part that you have a memory erasure spell shoved up in his face .
NOTE | i hate easthies so much i need him to suffer!
1,414 | WARNINGS: none
“how insolent are you that you would try and sneak up on a knights moralis within the great hall itself?”
easthies turns around just in time for your blade to collide with his spear, the metallic clash echoing within his quarter disturbing the peace it once had. the impact was strong, strong enough that he had to take a step back.
“hello, old friend!”
the brim of your hat tilts up, revealing the mischievous curve of your lips.
“what are you doing here, brimmed hat?”
“oooh, you look like you want to murder me right here and now!”
tightening his grip on the spear, he pushes against your sword, sending you away from him and taking a defensive stance. the tip of his spear glistened from the lambent radiance of floatglow lamps scattered along the walls of his quarters. so does the anger flicker within his eyes.
“how did you manage to enter the great hall?”
“good question!” you hop onto a table behind you, never minding the papers and books, sword disappearing into thin air.
there's a myriad of other questions he wants to ask, but now is not the time to let his emotions get the best of him. a member of the knights moralis must first eliminate all things that threaten to expose the secrets of magic. you're a brimmed hat, you're one of the threats.
and yet his grip loosens around his spear the moment you flash him that cunning smile of yours.
just like you used to when you were both young.
“although, telling you my secret would expose all the hard work i did to get this far. i wouldn't be able to sneak in again if i were to tell you, wouldn't i?” your pout was so infuriating, he wants to wipe it off your pretty face.
“there will be no second time for someone like you.”
“once a party pooper, always a party pooper.”
“watch what you're saying, brim hat.”
“oh, i could if i want to!” you hop right off, trotting your way towards him and disregarding the spear pointed at you. tipping the blade to the side with your finger, he doesn't step back when you're only but a breath away.
on the contrary, he seems to be having an internal conflict within himself, evident from the creases between his eyebrows.
oh god, you're too close.
“i heared you had an interesting encounter yesterday.” your voice was a little softer this time. it was like you were sincerely just trying to have an actual conversation. you, a brimmed hat, right inside the great hall standing in front of a knight moralis as if it was a normal day to day encounter.
“and who, pray tell, told you of this?”
“i'm more surprised by the fact that you, an adult, went face to face with a child with no remorse!” the softness of your tone shift to a teasing one, your arm resting on his spear audaciously and casually.
no survival instinct whatsoever.
it was then that easthies was brought back to reality.
he shouldn't be letting this happen. he's supposed to be apprehending you at this very moment. but would that really be it? he takes you under the custody of the knights moralis, and then what? they take your memories away? take away your unending love and curiosity for magic? take away your childhood, when you still clinged and lingered around him like a parasite?
can he take away the memory of you that he still holds dear up to this day? will that help him forget how betrayed he felt the day you left?
can he still look at you, knowing that you don't remember him and the brilliant radiance you once had?
“all threats to the absolute secret must be settled.”
“settled, huh.”
it was as if a switch was turned, then your eyes became dim. the glee they were shimmered with disappeared just as you whispered those words.
“does that include me, too, my dear easthies?”
the man was left speechless, mouth agape in an attempt to say something but he remains tongue-tied. was he to tell you that he could've done that earlier? that he should've done that the moment he felt your presence as he entered his quarter? he doesn't want to say a word, but alas, his duties come first and foremost. even before his own desires.
“yes.”
you stare at him unfazed, eyes searching for something within him that he know still exists. he hopes to relieve himself of this torture, of being so close to you yet so far. you're only an arm away from him, but you seem to be out of reach despite him leaning a little close. an unperturbed bubble wraps around you, impenetrable even with his pear touching your skin.
suddenly, everything went ice cold.
“a shame, really.”
the air felt too cold yet he thinks he'll get burned if he touches you. something about you shifts when you sighed.
“do you ever wonder what it would feel like to lose a part of you, easthies?”
huh.
“what do you mean?”
“oh, i'm just asking a question that everyone would ask a knight of the knights moralis.”
static surrounds him like a suffocating blanket.
“why do you ask?”
a smile lifts the corner of your lips, though they seem… distant and eerie.
“i have a little surprise for you, easthy.”
your hand reaches from the front of your cloak, revealing something that instilled fear nothing like before within easthies. a keystone rests on your palm with a familiar spell drawn with white ink, just a few centimeters away from his face.
a memory erasure spell.
“where did you get that!?”
“ah ah aah.” before he could even step farther away from you, your hand had already wrapped around his forearm, pulling back with a force that is unbecoming of your appearance. when did you get such strength?
“are you scared?”
your lips are just beside his ear, your cheek brushes against his. such a promising position, yet he could only shudder at the keystone just a breath away from his eye. white little hands too far away to reach him.
“how?…”
“how? oh, don't underestimate me, easthies.” you rest your chin at the crook of his neck, humming in cheerful tone unbefitting of his situation. “i've stared at that spell for sooo long. a little swish and swosh of a pen and then boom!” you giggle, snuggling against his shoulder without a care.
you shouldn't be this comfortable against him when you have that keystone right up his face.
“think about it, easthies. do they feel like something's missing when you take away their memories?”
easthies remains frozen on the spot. his mind reels at every possibility that he could turn this around, flip the situation upside down to have control, but it's hard to balance his flight or fight reflexes and the electrifying effect of your body against him.
“what do you want?” he finally says after a minute or two.
“answers, easthy. you know i'm curious by nature, always have been. it's why i went out of my way here, despite the chances of you handing me over to the knights moralis.”
you were right. you were naturally curious about everything. it was what made you a brilliant witch, even at your apprenticeship, you made magic the center of your life. delighting when you discover new things, eager to learn and make mistakes, until you stumbled across forbidden magic. no one can stop you until you've satisfied the greedy little thing within you. depriving you of answers, is like taking away your very life.
“do they slowly become aware that they lost something?” his ear feels warm from your breath.
perhaps it's what he admired in you the most. your eternal love for magic had him fooled that you share the same passion to protect it.
alas, it was what brought him in this situation, completely wrapped around your fingers.
your lips grazed the tip of his ear and all thoughts came to a stop. just you and him, so close to touch. had the situation been swapped, would he still be presented with the opportunity to have you this close to him?
“or do they die, unknowingly less than the person they once were?”
and perhaps, he wouldn't fault himself for being subjected to your unrepentance, for he had long since known that he was weak against you.
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startled, you look up from your book to see qifrey standing from the doorway of your bedroom; lips jutting and eyebrows furrowed, staring at the blob of brushbuddy resting on your stomach.
the corner of your lips twitch, resisting the urge to grin at his demise.
“what's wrong, love?”
he rolls his eyes, arms crossed in faux annoyance.
“calling me ‘love' when you have another in your arms? oh, the tragedy!”
“oh my god, you are so dramatic.”
finally, he drops the act and smiles softly at you, approaching the bed while taking his cloak off. he places the cloak on a hook stuck to the wall, before taking a seat on his side of the bed.
he reached toward puffpuff, a finger scratching against it's cheek.
“look at you taking my rightful place,” puffpuff glares up at him. “would you be so kind and rest somewhere else? i would love to have my lover back, please.”
watching with fond eyes, your heart flutters at the term of endearment.
puffpuff ignores the man, rolling its eyes and crawling up to your collarbone, where it snuggles its little head and curls up to rest. not before sticking it's tongue out at qifrey.
“oh, you fiend.”
“it's just like you, that's so adorable!”
qifrey raises an eyebrow, “oh? would you rather sleep cuddling something so small that you might crush it in your sleep? ooor would you rather cuddle me instead and be warm and cozy for the rest of the night?”
“look, it's white and fluffy!”
he sighs, before relenting at your teasing.
“you do have a point.”
“and it has your sass! it just doesn't filter it the way you do.”
“you think i'm sassy?”
resting the book at the bedside table, your hand brushes through his hair, cupping his cheek with the other to pucker his lips together.
“i think you're the sassiest. you just don't say it out loud.”
he's about to say something to refute, when you lean up to press a soft but fleeting kiss against his lips, rendering him speechless and flushed. his lips pursed, the sudden affection relinquishing whatever sassy comeback he was about to giveaway.
“i can't kiss puffpuff the way i do to you, though.”
“you've kissed puffpuff before!? now that's just betrayal at its finest!”
your sudden laughter startles the brushbuddy on your chest, waking it up in the process. it glares at you, before scurrying off somewhere.
“it's just a little peck on the top of it's head!”
qifrey doesn't eat vegetables because it's cannibalism LMAOHAHSHA
“woah.”
qifrey looks up from his pot of stew, stopping in the middle of adding his last ingredient, which happened to be some chopped carrots and radishes. something you rarely see him add into his meals. a mental image of a young qifrey suddenly appears within your mind; furrowed eyebrows, puffy cheeks while he chews reluctantly, all the while grumbling under his breath about how wonderful the weather is. like an angry squirrel given an onion instead of nuts.
the said man raised an eyebrow in question.
“what's the matter?”
“i think i may have to get my eyes checked.”
qifrey urgently places the carrots and radishes down on the counter to climb the small step of stairs towards you at the entryway of the kitchen, the lines on his forehead creased in concern.
his hand gingerly tips your chin upward, checking around your irises and sclera, “what happened? do they hurt? are you able to see just fine?”
oh, poor, innocent qifrey.
“unless i'm mistaken, those orange and white things you were about to add in the pot…” you struggle to bite the laugh bubbling from the back of your throat.
“things? you mean, the carrots and radishes? what about them?”
qifrey looks almost lost, struggling to connect the invisible dots behind your thinking. surely your eyes are working properly, right? after all, a witch without their vision is equivalent to a fish without their fins.
“so they really were carrots and radishes.”
your voice wavers, hands clutching his wrist for stability, but being face to face with his worried puppy eyes only makes it harder for you. your lungs feel like giving up, it's a little hard to breathe when you're trying not to laugh.
“yes? are you alright?”
“it's just that,” you pursed your lips together. “you haven't had those ‘horrid' things for so long.”
your struggling ends when his face suddenly turns vexed, watching you lean over from laughter and your shoulders shake from the way it wracks up your whole body. how you find this so funny, he doesn't understand.
“what's that supposed to mean!?”
“it means you hate vegetables so much that seeing you cook something with a few is a rarity.”
olruggio snickers at the way you seem to laugh harder, sometimes wheezing for air when it gets particularly hard to breathe.
“oh my god, i'm about to lose my mind!”
“i think you've lost that way long ago.”
qifrey grumbles embarrassingly, cheeks a little flushed from your and olruggio's teasing. you seem to be having the time of your life though, with the way your knees gave up on you, barely keeping yourself up if he wasn't holding you. perhaps he should just drop you, that will do the trick.
“do tell me you've fed the girls more vegetables than this!?”
“if you don't feed them enough vegetables, you'll be a bad influence and they might not eat those too.”
“i take their nutrition very seriously, if that's what you're inquiring about!”
“i bet they don't know what a broccoli looks like.”
initially, you refuse to admit it, though your fascination slips past the aisle of your thoughts and starts to form in the rhythmic way you tread your fingers through his golden hair, eventually conceding as you comment. “your hair is so soft.”
tsukishima kei hums, eyes shut as he lay on your chest, feeling his scalp being massaged gently as you untangle the tensions.
“you sleepy?”
“yeah. sorry.”
“don’t be, get some rest.” you say, eliciting a yawn from him.
“is it normal to feel sleepy around your partner?”
“i guess so, heard they can regulate your nervous system or something.”
“you stress me out sometimes.”
you raise a brow, pausing your ministrations, eager to tease and be teased. “okay, and?"
“you love to ragebait me.”
“so do you?”
you see the wrinkling of his brow first before the purse of his lips, almost as if he's pouting. "it's not my fault, you're too easy anyway. and who said you could stop?"
you hum this time, fingers stayed put. "stop what?"
with his eyes closed and a scoff, his expression twists even more into something close to hesitation, "i see you, wipe that grin off your face."
"dunno what you're talking about, darling."
you like to think he's refusing to admit to the fact that he likes being teased by you—no, you're certain. you know him just as much.
long and sluggish arms snuggle your figure, he kicks off the blanket from his waist to reveal the expanse of his broad chest and exposing his calf down, only wearing boxers while the rain pours with intermittent strength. he mumbles against your chest, lips kissing the midline of your torso where the sternum protrudes, you feel his body sharing warmth, engulfing you whole.
then, he mutters, "please."
"please, what?"
he lifts his head to look at you, glasses left aside on your nightstand. his eyes are mellowed out so much you can't take his annoying expression seriously, holding your stare for a short minute, before succumbing to his fate, a subject to your whims. "please massage my hair like that."
"wasn't so hard now, was it?"
he can only dignify with a low groan. sighing when you finally continue to stroke his hair. "thank you."
"don't mention it."
you know you could stay like this forever, even when your blanket is strewn on the floor, or his weight on top of you, or how he becomes softer against the steady pulse of the rain. you wouldn't trade it for the world.
and in the way he sinks heavier against you, you know he wouldn't either.
Summary: Silver Wolf decides to open a box of Blade's stuff
Warnings: 4.3 spoilers. Not much in terms of big plot points but this does take from a specific scene.
“Are you sure we should be going through this?” You ask nervously as Silver Wolf pulls out a box that resides next to the couch. “Blade could be back any second.”
“Elio sent him out on a mission. Now’s as good a time as any to see what he’s put in here,” Silver Wolf counters. The box has been lying around for a while. Kafka’s even been using it as a footrest, but no one knows where it came from. After you, Silver Wolf, Kafka, and Firefly all denied ownership, that only left one person.
“Guys?” You look to the remaining Stellaron Hunters for help. Kafka says nothing, clearly content to see what Silver Wolf will pull out of the box. Firefly looks slightly nervous like you, but her curiosity seems to have overcome her worry, and she also doesn’t protest.
“Three versus one it is!” Silver Wolf takes that as the go-ahead to lift the lid, and your heart goes frantic at the idea of Blade finding out, but even you can't help but lean forward to take a look at what he could possibly be keeping in a box that's been hidden in plain sight.
The items inside are random to say the least. The first thing that draws your eyes is a sword lying in its sheath. It's well-crafted—undoubtedly Blade’s work. It bears a similar resemblance to Kafka’s katana, a spider forged into the hilt.
Lying beside it is a game controller. The silver, blue, and purple hues reflected on its surface instantly make you think of Silver Wolf. Glancing at said girl, it’s obvious that she is thinking the same thing.
You see Firefly’s eyes dart towards a strange metal object. You’re not quite sure of its purpose, but it does looks like her SAM suit.
And lastly, you see a cat scratching post. That one almost gets a laugh out of you.
None of you say a word, staring at the objects. Blade’s always felt distant. He’s quiet, but he gets whatever his job is done quickly and efficiently. Sometimes, you can’t help but wonder if it’s all a means to an end. Is he simply looking towards the death he constantly seeks after years of immortality?
No. He’s been looking at Kafka. At Silver Wolf. At Firefly. At Elio.
He endures Kafka’s teasing and nicknames. He carries Silver Wolf’s bags when she goes shopping and makes sure she eats after hours of gaming. He chats with Firefly in the car.
He touches you almost too gently, like he’s afraid you’ll suffer the same fate that others have at his hands. He always looks out for you on missions, sword at the ready to protect you. He indulges your whims, letting you drag him along on whatever outing you wish to go on.
And you can't help but notice there isn't something for you.
“I think this one’s yours.” Silver Wolf breaks the silence, practically reading your mind and reaching in to pull out the smallest object in the box; one that was hiding in the shadows below the others. She holds out a small black velvet box that you receive with shaky hands.
Curiosity gets the better of you before you can stop yourself from opening it. Inside is a silver ring. It looks simple at first, but as you hold it closer, you can see the faint pattern of flowers and vines, like spring has bloomed across its surface. As you imagine how many hours Blade spent twisting the metal into the perfect shape, your heart twists inside your chest.
He's been looking at you too.
No one brings the box up again, not to each other or to Blade. The three of you pack it up just as it was, and it returns to its usual place beside the sofa. But ever since that day, you find your eyes drifting towards him, trying to catch a glimpse of the things he has hidden away so deep in his heart just like you did that day.
"Is something wrong?" Blade asks in his usual monotone when he sees you looking his way.
"Nothing at all." Your gaze leaves him abnormally fast at being caught.
You fear you're not as good at hiding what's hidden in your own heart.
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SYNOPSIS | lohen as the four houses! personally, i think he's a slytherin.
769 | WARNINGS: lohen is a warning himself
lohen is the uncrowned prince of slytherin. he doesn't know it and doesn't care about it. all he knows is that there's an indefinite magnitude of magic all for him to experiment on. contrary to the rest of his peers, he dislikes the prejudice against muggles. he treats everyone with equal chaos and nuances, not even the professors are exempt from his harassment. (defense against the dark arts professor varka is this close to hexing his ass)
he looks like a stereotypical slytherin, but don't let his sadistic and eccentric temperament fool you. he doesn't have a superiority complex, rather a very competitive and ambitious spirit, something that most forget is what makes a slytherin a slytherin.
it wouldn't be surprising if he had already made his own spells, all kept hidden in the depths of his mind. writing it down sounds like a hassle and unreliable. who knows what will happen if it ever gets in the wrong hands? it's better kept to himself for the good or bad. (mostly the latter…)
lohen in ravenclaw is competitive as heck! excellent at potions, he's memorized almost every ingredient and procedure there is and can tell which potion is which just by the smell. probably tested some on himself and has antidotes for dangerous ones, but he also dabbled into muggle poisons! something about how lethal muggle poison is without antidotes excited the heck out of him.
doesn't contribute much in classes, but earns points for the ravenclaw house if called upon. doesn't even stutter when being questioned.
infuriatingly smart and doesn't even have to work hard for his grades. it's just natural for him, everyone is jealous as he relaxes in the common room while everyone and their momma lose their mind for their exams.
doesn't seek attention from anyone at all! all his good grades and talent is to prove to himself that he can do better than he could yesterday, that he can go beyond his limits all for the sake of his satisfaction. he does not boast, although he comes across as arrogant whenever he prods others to do better.
“oh, come on! you can do better than that.”
“what? like it's hard?”
yeah, we get it, you're smart as heck lohen.
i won't be surprised if he already knows how to turn into an animagi. (imagine? big bag scary lohen turning into a fucking bunny?)
lohen wearing yellow is already hard as it is unbelievable. absolutely does not get along with the rest of the hufflepuffs! soft sweaters and a cup of hot choco? nah, i don't see shit.
he thrives in the greenhouse. knows every plant and weed and their components. probably steals some for his own experiments and concoction (potions and poisons alike). knows the tastes of each herb like he's taken them for dinner. hallucinogens? turns him into a teenage girl with curled toes crushing on a casanova with flushed cheeks. pain relieving herbs? those things are nasty, why would he choose that over pain tolerance?
magical creatures are a different story. plants and potions he could handle, but fragile living creatures? not so much.
fond of the bigger and dangerous ones though. he'd love to beef with the hippogriff but would rather keep his arms attached to his body, thank you very much. some animals steer away from him, some don't give a shit. weirdly owns a rabbit as a pet in the common room and is surprisingly gentle with it.
has a fixation on dragons! wants to see a living fire breathing dragon! wants to tame a dragon! wants to fight a dragon! wants to ki–
lohen is a controversy in red.
his rambunctious energy fits right in, courage so high up he barely flinches at the sight of anything. he gets excited when faced with a damn boggart and goes crazy thinking about risky adventures! he may seem like an arrogant piece of work, but his chivalrous knows no bounds. some questions how he's not a slytherin, that the hat somewhat made a mistake. (the hat never makes mistakes!). he tilts his head in response and says “what about it? i like the color red!”
embodies the marauders energy and goes around pranking everyone!
red makes him a little less scary than green does! he's much more approachable and doesn't look like he's about to murder the next person to sit next to him. (he still will if he could) that doesn't take away the fact he still experiments on poisons and potions. he just looks less intimidating doing so! like it's something a normal shenanigan a gryffindor would!
synopsis: you think your partner is pretty well-versed in love languages, but he quickly shows you a new one he's learned. (a.k.a. a very self-indulgent graduation + professional licensure gift fic to myself!)
details: fluff ┊ mild emotional hurt/comfort ┊ 872 words ┊ college grad gn! reader ┊ for the floriography collab event by @n4tsukis ┊ prompt: sunflower (pride; "stand tall, you were never meant to be small.") ┊ thank you @mikiruie for reading through this and listening to me yap about it <3
"You're so lucky I trust you. Anyone else, and I'd think they're kidnapping me."
Chikara laughs as he slowly guides you to sit down at a bench—a necessity, considering he blindfolded you with a bandana when you got in the car together.
"Again, I already told your parents about this beforehand. They have our location."
"I hope so."
You hear your partner huff in amusement as he sits down next to you.
"Okay, but there is a reason I brought you here."
"Mhm, I'm listening."
"Tanaka was talking about the love language of flowers the other day, which gave me an idea for your graduation celebration. At first, I was thinking about getting you a bouquet, or a flower that was easy to take care of. But then, I thought that a memory of something, grand, might be better."
"Grand?"
"I know you said you didn't need a huge celebration, but I still wanted to bring you somewhere special. Luckily, I found this place. Go on, have a look…"
You take off the blindfold at his request, but your sight is immediately flooded with brightness, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. Chikara notices, and the two of you double over in a fit of giggles.
"Oops, sorry! I should've had you face the other way first. Take your time."
"It's alright. I would have forgotten to do the same in your place."
You blink and stare at the ground for a moment, giving yourself time to adjust.
"Okay, I'm ready to- oh."
In front of you is an entire field filled with sunflowers. You have no idea how many hectares of land it spans, but it is massive!
"Sunflowers? Chikara, this is so beautiful! I've never seen this many of them gathered in one place. I didn't even know we had a place like this in Sendai."
The sea of vibrant yellow is captivating; you can't tear your eyes away at all. You start to wonder how long these flowers have been here, and how much effort it takes to care for them all. Nature's beauty knows no bounds when preserved.
"Right? I couldn't believe the pictures either. They call it Sunflower Hill."
"That's a fitting name."
"It is." Chikara turns to you. "By the way, I'm gonna be a nerd about it, but-"
"Pfft, when are you not a nerd about anything?"
"I- Hey." He punches your shoulder lightly. "Okay, but listen. It's important I nerd out about it because…I think you're like a sunflower."
"Me?"
You look out at the flower field again, wondering what kind of similarities he even managed to identify.
"First of all, sunflowers are resilient."
There's a bittersweet pang in your chest.
"I know that's a word we've been hearing nonstop ever since they threw us into internship—you, especially, with your parents and supervisors."
You nod, short snippets of conversations flashing through your head.
"Resilience is the key to surviving your internship."
"You can't be like this, you know?"
"You need to be more resilient."
"Do you even want to do this anymore?"
"In the most unstable climates and conditions, sunflowers can survive," Chikara says, voice slicing through your momentary lapse in attention. "Apparently, it has something to do with their root structure, which allows the sunflowers to search for water deep in the ground, all while making sure the surrounding soil doesn't erode. Also, young sunflowers follow the direction of the sun as they grow."
"And you're saying that's me, Chikara?"
In the corner of your eye, you can tell he glances at you, but you keep your gaze focused ahead.
"Yeah. Things didn't go to plan, and we both know you had a difficult time. You stopped and took a break, but you never threw in the towel, did you? You stumbled multiple times, but told yourself you'd try again every time. You kept your goals in sight and hung on to every bit of optimism you could. If you ask me, you tick all the boxes of my sunflower analogy."
You close your eyes at the feeling of a familiar sting.
"And the thing about sunflowers is that they stand tall. Proud. Not arrogant, but proud. I know that some people have made you feel small—like you didn't deserve to be where you are. But you've proven them wrong. You made it. You were and are good enough, so stand tall. You deserve to take up space."
The first tear rolls down your cheek.
"I know it can be hard for you to see what I see at times, but I mean it. I never stopped believing. You grew while withstanding all the challenges in your way, and…you're still beautiful at the end of it all."
Chikara's calloused hands gently cup your face. "Yep. Even when you cry." He kisses your cheek and holds you in his arms for the next few minutes.
You may not feel like the embodiment of a bright, radiant sunflower in the moment, but you find that your heart still clings on to hope despite the arid world you live in.
In the warmth of your lover's embrace, you decide that when the sun rises tomorrow, you'll follow its lead and stand tall.
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╭ ❝ yamaguchi is your desk partner for geography. you've always seemed out of his league, hence he avoided talking to you... that is until fate brought the both of you together through a pair project. maybe you still seem out of his league...but how does he stop these blooming feelings of his?
(tldr: texts with yamaguchi who slowly starts falling in love with you)
cw: probably ooc, college au, kind of(?) slow burn, reader lowk sucks at geography, reader & yamaguchi shares only one class (geography), mentions of kms jokes, lowk open ending, avoid scrutinising the timestamps
a/n: this was pretty fun to write (it was another random idea among my messy train of thoughts) hope u enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 lowk got lazy with the layout for this...pls don't grill me about it😭
