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Hello anon tysm for this ask !! This is a bit messy bc it's literally 3am here as I write this but I hope you like this !!

note: i used headcanon pronouns for kenma and i use they/them on them and theyre non-binary bc theyre not into gendered shit here just a heads up

pt. 1/1

tw: homophobia

This is proofread !! ✅

"Kenma, what's up ? The expression you have looks like hell." the older male said, observing his partner's facial features.

The junior looks up from their game as they gave their boyfriend an irritated look. "It's nothing, Kuro." they said, clearly irritated at something. Tetsurou knows something is indeed wrong by his partner's tone.

"Doesn't seem like nothing when your face looks like the first time you had to toss to Lev." the black-haired male said cheekily.

His partner ignored him which made Tetsurou suspect that something serious probably happened. Choosing to respect his partner's boundaries for now, they continued to walk to the train station.

After they have sat down in the train, Tetsurou's suspicions start to become more likely as Kenma put their PSP away. It was an unlikely occurrence, one that Tetsurou rarely sees. However, Tetsurou knew this state would make his partner uncooperative. He usually would have to wait for a while before he could get them to open up so he waited until they got to their neighborhood.

Arriving at Kenma's house, Tetsurou spoke up. "Hey Ken, I think we need to talk. Somethin' seems to be bothering ya so I'll be here for a while. I already texted my dad so there's no need to worry." he spoke with a hint of concern in his voice. "I-... I understand. Let's go in." Kenma spoke rather nonchalantly, but they knew and understood their boyfriend's concern, they just didn't know how to project those feelings.

As the two entered their house, Mrs. Kozume greeted them both as the two greeted her back politely. In a somehow awkward but comfortable silence the two walked to Kenma's room. Allowing themselves to indulge in the privacy of their room.

"So, what happened that made you so upset ?" Tetsurou inquired, placing his bag down as his partner immediately sat on the bed. Tetsurou waited patiently for his partner to respond, not wanting to pressure them.

Tetsurou heard a long sigh from his partner. "I'm just tired of people being stupid. Like, why can't they just be open-minded ?" they said, clearly frustrated at the thought. Tetsurou does not understand what his partner was saying. Instead of telling them to explain more, he simply waited as he sat on their desk chair.

"They don't get that I'm non-binary and that I'm not into being tied down to the gender spectrum." they ranted more, leaning their face on their palms. "Is it really hard to respect someone's identity ? Or is it just because their brain isn't working properly due to their lack of knowledge."

Tetsurou just listened to his partner rant about their situation. He didn't want to interrupt them. He knew very well that they don't always open up so this was a good chance to just let them be them.

The smaller person continued to rant about the homophobes in their school, letting their anger and frustration take over as they know that their partner is listening to them and allowing them to release their pent up anger.

"I could've thrown a chair at him, seriously. And the fucking audacity to call me gross for dating you ?! I know this'll sound cheesy but what's so wrong with being true to myself and loving someone with the same biological sex ?" They said, flopping on their bed feeling relieved to finally have let those feelings out.

Their boyfriend who had been listening to them rant looked at them and sighed as well.

"I understand how you feel, Ken, I really do. And honestly I would be frustrated too. Your feelings are valid, don't worry." he started.

"It's unfair that a lot of people tend to invalidate your identity, in all honesty. And y'know what I'll give them a beating if they say something that hurts you." Tetsurou said which stunned Kenma because they never said that it hurt them, but knowing their boyfriend he probably read them.

"Yeah, it's a lot to take in. Being referred to as a boy, being misgendered and using the wrong pronouns on me...It's just unsettling." Kenma sat up, locking eyes with their boyfriend.

"But I've got your back. I know it's so frustrating to be invalidated but you have the entire team, plus Karasuno to validate your identity. I'd say Bokuto's team validates you too."

Kenma's lips quirked up a bit and he let out a small smile which made Tetsurou smile back fondly. The smaller person spread their arms, signaling the older male to come closer and embrace them to which the latter did.

That night, they enjoyed each other's presence and company, not wanting to let go even for one second.

hope you enjoyed this piece !! ik its a bit short but i tried !! its hard when you dont have enough sleep. so sorry if this is rushed and it mostly talking about kenma !! ^^' ill probably make a part 2 with kuroo's part but ill try !!

synopsis. for this piece i used the story of my oc and how they got engaged to ayato. yes, i used my oc's story. since i wanted to share the story, i decided to make this an x reader instead of an x oc as to not feel selfish.

genre. fluff

pairings. kamisato ayato x gn!reader

tw. nothing in general

;; You didn't know how it reached to this conclusion. The man whom you've grown in love with was here, in front of you. His gloved hands holding your own which was now near his lips. He was bowing a little, kissing your knuckles as his lilac orbs stared deeply into yours. In the boundaries of the Kamisato Estate, he had invited you and even greeted you personally as you entered. 'But how was this possible?' you thought. Yes, indeed. How could someone of such high class and stature as this man be in love with someone of a low status such as yourself?

You were but a normal citizen of Inazuma. Nobody of special status. So, why did he choose you of all people?

The answer was simple. He enjoyed your simple lifestyle and your loyalty to your ambitions. He was a man who claimed to have found loyalty an attractive trait. You were loyal to your ambitions and goals.

He made eye contact for a while then clearing his throat as he regained his composure. "You may be a normal citizen of the country, but even an individual such as I, can fall in love with anyone I please. My love is sincere, I am a man of my word." He starts, fixing his gloves as you observe his every move. You felt butterflies in your stomach at how he lovingly stared at you after fixing them. "We had only known each other as acquaintances. I've been working as the Yashiro Commissioner and Head of the Kamisato Clan while you worked as a simple chef." You nodded, agreeing to the fact that you lived a different world from him. "However, it does not mean that I haven't fallen for your simple self." Your eyes meet his once again. "Forgive my ignorance, Lord Kamisato, but I am simply a commoner who can barely make money. You are often exposed to assassins and if I do get attacked and worry you, how would I even be forgiven? I can't even defend myself." You said, eyes tinted with sadness. Even if you did love him back, was it really worth to trouble his already hard life?

The man sighs, "My dear, I know you're concerned with how I'll fare having a partner, and I appreciate that. However, it is my choice to love you as you are. If you can't fight, then I'll help you learn. If you can't make as much money, I'll help your business grow." He says, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb. You lean in to the soft touch and chuckle. "I would have liked to politely turn down your offer, my Lord. But it seems I can never win against you." You teasingly say, smiling at the man before you.

He smiles back and pulls you close to him, engulfing you in his warm embrace.

That was how it began. It was a very joyous day for the both of you. The journey was smooth. Sometimes you fight, but always find a way to resolve it before it worsens. Thoma and Ayaka were your biggest supporters. When word got out that you're together, people started gossiping about you and word traveled fast around Inazuma.

Word even reached the Grand Narukami Shrine and the Lady Guuji sent you her regards personally, ignoring the filthy rumors.

One day, however was a day that you knew would permanently change your life.

You were peacefully sitting outside the estate having tea. It was a fine, peaceful day so you didn't waste the chance to have some tea. You breathe in the aroma of the freshly brewed tea and sigh in content. Sipping from your cup, you enjoy the beautiful singing of the birds and rustling of the leaves. Not to forget idle chatter with the Kamisato servants, but you didn't mind.

As you were enjoying your afternoon, a familiar figure's shadow loomed over your body, sat down and hugged you from behind. You chuckle softly. "The sun reflected your shadow quite perfectly. Try again next time, dear." You say, sipping your tea. The Commissioner only laughs a bit before sitting beside you. "I have something to tell you, dearest." he starts, catching your hand in his. You cock an eyebrow. "Oh? What may that be?" you inquire, placing the tea down and leaning on his shoulder.

He then takes out a hairpin from his pocket. One that had a beautiful design of a Camellia with diamond carvings. The diamond had a beautiful shade of translucent blue. The base had a gold color and some white gemstones running along the Camellia design. You stared in awe, but looked at your lover with a questionable look as he smiles. "This hairpin was given to me by my mother. She said that my father gave it to her when he proposed to her. She told me, 'Give this hairpin to someone worthy of your love and you shall find eternal happiness with them.' I've held onto it for so long, but now I found the one."

You move your head back from his shoulder and look at him with wide eyes. "But Ayato, don't you think this is too precious to be in my hands?" you ask, clearly not buying his idea. "I would love to be wedded to you, but the hairpin holds so much importance." you add. Ayato only chuckles at you before pecking your nose. "Oh dear, I'm giving it to you because my father gave it to my mother when he proposed. I'd like to follow in his footsteps. Besides, someone as enchanting as you deserves this." You only smile softly at the man. How did you ever deserve to be his partner? He's so infatuated with you (I mean you're cute asf). He was so perfect you don't know how you pulled him, but either way, you were happy with him and he felt the same way. He placed the pin in your hair, admiring how it matches your simple beauty.

You leaned back to his shoulder and sigh in content. "I love you, Ayato."

"I love you too, dearest."

tysm for reading! lmk if you guys want a part 2! I'll try my best to write!

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BTS - Spring Day

Hello "anon" 😇 (I feel like it's my friend who requested it I'm sus about it shush) Yes, tysm for requesting this Ily mwah

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Of Monochrome Love

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Pairings: Claude Faustus x Reader TW: Reader Gender: Gender-Neutral using "You" instead of third person pov Note: Reader is Gender-Neutral because not specified and is 20+ so yeah. "Master" and “Lord” is used as a gender-neutral term here. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ It was a fine, peaceful day. The sky was clear, and the sun shone on your face as you danced on a dandelion field. It was a wonderful day. Your parents smiled and laughed at your actions. It was your birthday that day, and it was a happy moment celebrated with your parents. Everything was perfect. You were happy with them and that's all that mattered. Until one day, your happiness was ripped from your hands. A noble family had murdered yours in front of your eyes as you were held back. That fateful day, you had seen nothing but hatred towards those nobles. You simply wanted them dead, no, you wanted them to suffer slowly before they die. You possessed a hatred that grew stronger the more you see those filthy nobles happy and enjoying their lives. It wasn't fair, why did your family have to die? You sat inside your small home, reminiscing the past with your family before they were murdered. You cried in agony, anger, frustration. Until you remembered something that could help you. When you were smaller, you heard of a tale your friends used to talk about. “Maybe that’ll help me…” you mumble to yourself. You walked the forest your friends used to mention. It was a dark, eerie forest, but you didn't care as long as you could relay your wish and it was fulfilled. Blinded by the hatred you felt, you continued the path. You were far more determined. As you entered far enough into the forest, you saw a cobweb and covered your face in it as they said, "Wear that as a veil over an honest face." and you chanted "Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel!" At first, you thought nothing happened until you felt as if you couldn't move. You look down to realize that you were caught in a spider web. "Wh-what? What is this?" You said, struggling with the sticky web. You continue to struggle until you heard a voice. One that sent chills down your spine. "You've been caught in my web. Whatever will you do now?" the voice said. It felt close to your ear. "What's going on!? I intended to summon a fairy to grant my wish, why am I stuck here?" You said, trying your best to not sound intimidated. "Seems you were fooled. Then this 'fairy' that grants wishes you speak of is me." With those words, your eyes widen a bit. "Then if you are, I want to make a wish!" You said with a tone mixed of anger and pent-up frustration. "I'd be glad to, but every wish has a price to pay." the voice retorts. You think for a while before speaking. "I don't care what the price is. No matter what it is, I will have vengeance." The spider was amused with your answer. "Very well then. Let us form a contract." "A contract?" "Yes. In reality, I'm no fairy. I'm a demon. Since you wish for your goal to be achieved, I shall assist you and once it is fulfilled, I shall devour your soul." You hesitantly agreed and, on that day, did you realize that you had made a deal with a devil and sold your soul. The demon, now known as Claude, was surprisingly good at playing the role of a butler. He had helped you gain a noble name by having you adopted by a noble and then have him gone the next day for you to inherit the fortune and name. Claude knew when to wake you up, what to serve you when you wake up, and overall tends to your needs. Your plot of vengeance was still there. You were fast asleep in your room. Oh so peaceful, defenseless, until you were greeted awoke by the sun hitting your face. "Good morning, Master." your butler says in his usual monotonous tone. "Good morning, Claude." You reply. Claude then brings over the cart with the tea he prepared. You sit up and yawn as he did. He knew what type of tea you liked, having lived with you for 2 years. "Today we have Darjeeling, and I prepared scones along with it. I sincerely hope it is

to your liking." the Spider says. He hands you the cup of tea as you breathe in its aroma and take a sip. You sigh in content. "It's wonderful, Claude." You state with a soft smile, continuing to sip from the cup. Even with vengeance on your mind and knowing your butler is a demon, you still treated him as an equal. After morning tea, you ask Claude to bring your outfit for the day out. He does as ordered, and grabs the outfit he had prepared from your closet. "Thank you for preparing my outfit, Claude. You may leave as I change." You order. The butler puts a hand over his heart and bows. "Yes, Master." He then leaves as you changed into your outfit. As the butler exited, he felt a hint of warmth in his chest. A tingling feeling which confuses the butler. 'What is this feeling? Is this the Master's doing?' he thinks to himself. That soft smile and those gentle words, it certainly made him feel some type of way. Even if you've acted like that for 2 years, it felt new to him now and he's confused. Could he have felt more respect for your pure soul? One that reeks of purity even after having killed humans and wanting vengeance. Your soul was pure, just like the snow. He brushed off these thoughts, thinking they deemed irrelevant for a demon as the ravenette left to make morning preparations. You walked through your manor, making your way to the dining room. It was just you and Claude in the manor, so it was a little lonely. While walking, you think to yourself. Demons can't feel love, or at the very least, don't need to. It was quite evident, especially on someone like Claude who doesn't show his emotions often. Snapping out of your thoughts, you arrive at the dining room.

Your butler assisted you in getting to your seat. Gracefully pulling the chair backwards then pushing it to its original place once you were seated. “I prepared a simple meal today. Swiss eggs along with cheese turnovers and Earl Grey Tea.” The butler said as he put the dish in front of his master and prepared the tea. One spoon for one person and a pint of boiling water. After the tea had settled, he set the teacup down along with a saucer that matched its design. “Thank you for making my breakfast, Claude.” You said as you took the saucer and lifted the teacup to sip from it. The ravenette butler placed a hand over his heart and bowed. He then took a few steps back as you enjoy your meal.

After finishing your meal, you stood up as Claude cleaned the table. You started walking towards your study with Claude following afterwards. Arriving at your study, you sat at your throne-like seat and sighed. Claude’s golden eyes stared at you, observing your actions as he stood behind you to your right. “Hey Claude, I have a question.” You started, wanting to converse with the emotionless butler. “Yes, Master?” the butler retorts. “Do demons really not feel love?” you ask out of human curiosity. Shock and amusement was visible on the demon’s face, but he quickly replaces it off with his usual stoic face. “Not necessarily, Master. Although we do feel it, we express it differently from humans and we have no need to feel such emotion.” The demon butler says, pushing his glasses back. You mouth a silent “Oh” before staring blankly at your paperwork. “Master? Is something wrong?” Claude says, pulling you out of your trance. “It’s nothing to worry about, Claude. I’ll just do my work. “ You said, tending to your paperwork.

Everyday had gone out like how it usually does. It simply seemed so boring to you, staying in the manor everyday. And in those days, Claude seemed to have realized his feelings. Ironically, it was as if you’d caught him in your web instead. Like he said, demons expresses their feelings of love differently from humans and he feared his way of expressing himself would not be to your liking. He despised this feeling, he felt vulnerable. He simply couldn’t stand it.

You were in the garden, watching the butterflies fly around as you sip your tea while reading a book. A fine, peaceful day indeed. Claude then approached you, a letter in hand. “Master, a letter was sent to the Manor addressed to none other than yourself. “ The butler said, passing the letter to you. You opened the letter and read its contents. Thinking for a while. “What does it read, Master?” The spider asks. “Ah, it says I’m invited to a ball. The letter also says that it's a good chance for me to find someone to be betrothed to. As much as it pains me, I have my duties as a noble.” You sigh, exasperated. Claude’s eyes flash a fuchsia pink upon hearing this before returning to their usual golden color. “Well then, I suppose it is only fitting for you to be betrothed to someone of the same status as yourself, Master.” He says, clearly irritated and you swore you saw the irritation on his face. You dare not ask and kept quiet. You wondered why your butler showed such irritation. ‘Maybe he’s irritated because of the loud crowds that will come?’ You thought to yourself. Shaking the thought off, you give him a small smile and said, “Then I suppose I should get ready for tonight. I trust you can make the preparations for me, Claude?” “Certainly.” He said while bowing.

That night, you entered the venue with Claude trailing behind you. A nobleman approaches you and welcomes you. “Welcome, Lord [ Name ]. I’m glad you decided to come tonight. Please, do enjoy your stay.” He says as he bows and leaves you to wander around. The venue was beautiful, a beautiful chandelier hanging in the center of the room’s ceiling. It was a wonderful view, nobles here and there, an abundance of food of different varieties. Everything was well-decorated. You talked to different nobles and interacted with them, many offering a proposal to which you turned down. None of them caught your eye as you knew who did. A dance was in order, and you were invited to dance with many nobles. The music started and you were invited to dance by a nobleman who you don’t quite recognize. “So, you’re Lord [ Name ]?” he started. You nod in agreement as he led the dance. “I know what you did to the previous Earl.” He says, grip tightening somehow in anger. Pain washes over your face as you quickly replace it with your usual expression. “And? He was just a useless old man anyways.” You said with an exasperated expression angering the man more. “Your very existence disgusts me. You killed him, a close friend of mine.” He says, gripping your hand even tighter, almost bruising your hand. “Ironic. I’m quite certain that nobles had murdered my family 2 years ago. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be dancing with you as of now.” You simply said, carrying on with your dance. An irritating smirk spread across your face as the man reached his limit. “You think you’ll get away with it?” he said through gritted teeth as you chuckled softly. The man had just about enough as he begrudgingly pushed you away and slapped you across the face. You decided you wanted to make a scene and you started to fake cry. Claude saw this but he immediately knew your intentions as you gripped your chest, crying. The demon butler appeared beside you, helping you up as you embraced him defensively. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Lord Ainsley! Why would you hit me?” you cried out. Everyone stared in shock and started gossiping. “Lord Ainsley, why did you slap Lord [ Name ]? They obviously didn’t do anything wrong.” A noblelady inquired. Lord Ainsley stared and replied, “They were the cause of Lord Gastrell’s death!” People stared in disappointment. “Lord Ainsley, you possibly couldn’t think that. [ Name ] is an innocent dear, they loved their father dearly.” Someone said in your defense causing you to smirk while hiding your face in Claude’s chest. “Master, we should just go back to the Manor. It seems Lord Ainsley has no respect for the Gastrell Family.” Claude says. “How could you, Lord Ainsley? To blame father’s own child for his death. Maybe it was just your own incompetence and incapability that he died…” you said in a (fake) pained voice, gripping onto your butler’s clothes. “You-!” Ainsley was cut off by Claude. “Pradon me for my interruption, but we must get going. Their Lord isn’t comfortable seeing you.” He bows before escorting you out to your carriage.

“Excuse me, Master. But why did you not accept any proposal offers?” the golden-eyed butler inquires, staring out the window of their carriage. You think before answering, “Simple, I’m not interested and besides, the one I’ve caught feelings for is already with me.” This confuses the butler. The one you’ve caught feelings for is already with you? It left him with a lingering feeling. “If I may be so bold as to ask, Master, who is this person? And why aren’t I aware of them?” he asks, making eye contact all the while keeping his usual stoic face. You chuckle softly, staring into his golden eyes. “If I have to be honest, I don’t there would be no need to elaborate if that person is in front of me.” You calmly said, fiddling with a strand of your hair. This left shock on the butler’s face. It was funny to say the least. The stoicism the butler once had disappeared all because his master had confessed their feelings to him. The whole ride home had a comfortable silence to which both you and him shared.

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