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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
They say the Arbiter General of the Luofu only takes a lover every few decades, each one doomed to end in the tragedy that befalls that of a love between a short-life species and a long-life one. It’s widely speculated why the famed general chooses to continue taking short-life species for lovers, knowing the ending that would come about such a union. Jing Yuan cares not for idle gossip, save for the fact that people spread misinformation about him taking multiple lovers, but he can hardly tell everyone that he has only had one lover throughout his centuries of life. It’s just that you always happen to die far too soon for his liking. He fears sometimes, during those first few years after your death, that you’ll never come back, that one day he’ll wake up and realize that hundreds of years have passed without you. But you never fail to appear decades later with a smile on your lips and an apology on your tongue, soothing years’ worth of worries with a few measly words. Sorry, Yuan, I’ll be sure to live longer this time.
DAN HENG - soulmates
The Imbibitor Lunae was not only tasked to bear the responsibility of being the High Elder of the Vidyadhara, he was also destined for a love that spanned beyond lifetimes. Dan Heng knows of the story between the previous incarnations of you and the Imbibitor Lunae. Reincarnating at the same time, falling in love, and repeating it all over again in a never ending cycle that Dan Heng had been sure to end—that was, until he met you. Jing Yuan told him of your decision to forcefully reincarnate as well after Dan Feng’s crime, so it stands to reason that you shouldn’t feel anything for Dan Heng at all, what with this incarnation of yours having never met him in this lifetime. And yet, you keep looking at him with such softness, something like nostalgia in the tone of your voice as you spoke with him, that he can’t help but feel as though he, like his previous incarnations before him, can do nothing but fall into that never-ending cycle of love and being loved.
BLADE/YINGXING - time travel
Yingxing thinks you’re strange. Not in a bad way, of course, only that your mannerisms and way of conduct when it comes to him and his companions is odd. He’s caught you almost calling Dan Feng the wrong name, Dan He-something. You keep demanding Jing Yuan to spar with you for what you dubbed was a ‘rematch’, though Yingxing has no recollection of any instances of you and Jing Yuan fighting before. But it all pales in comparison to the way you act with him. You’re overly familiar, smiling and talking to him as though you’ve known him for years instead of a single month after he discovered you wounded on an alley with a broken blade. He still remembers the look of relief on your face when he crouched in front of you in concern. Blade, Kafka’s gonna kill me, this is the fiftieth sword I broke this month, was all you said before passing out. Despite the oddity of your first meeting, he found himself getting close to you, drawn in by your smile and your laugh and the tender way you looked at him. He imagined spending what remained of his life with you, but you disappeared a day before he was supposed to confess his feelings. It isn’t until many years later, when Elio is introducing the newest member of the Stellaron Hunters, that Blade connects the dots amidst his fractured memory. And it isn’t until another few years that you confirm his suspicions. Blade, you won’t believe what I just went through—or rather, when!
✧ summary: he sought you out whenever the pain got too much to handle. he didn't want to know what that made you; feared the day you would ask him how he felt.
✧ contains: blade x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, blade being vulnerable, cuddles, local immortal is scared of feelings, 1.4k words
✧ now playing: say love — james tw
✧ warnings: blade's chronic depression, blade being suicidal, graphic violence (flashbacks to jingliu), angst
He had loved before. He remembered the feeling of genuinely looking forward to seeing another person, to spend his time with those he held dear. His heart had been whole and vulnerable and it had ended with this terrible curse that made him suffer every single day since he woke up in this immortal body and since his former friend drove the blade of her sword through his body over and over again.
Blade was tossing and turning in his quarters, nightmares plaguing his mind even after he woke up. His hands were shaking again and the darkness of the night suddenly reminded him of that day. Of how he died over and over again only to heal and be in pain once more.
He remembered her hateful eyes. Jingliu. How he felt phantom pain in every part of his body at just the mention of her name. He wanted to die. He never wanted to suffer. He sat up in shock as images flashed his mind of how his vision had suddenly ceased when she drove her sword through his head and he felt only pain for... god knows how long. He had, to this day, no idea how long the encounter lasted. Whether she did this for 5 minutes, 30 or perhaps even an hour. It felt like an eternity of only suffering to him.
Blade let out a bitter laugh as he remembered that he had once sat at the same table with her and the rest of the High Cloud Quintet; joking and drinking together. That seemed like someone else's fever dream out of some sort of novel now. He could no longer recognize these memories as something that actually happened to him, not after "Dan Heng" had killed him over and over again when he had tried to hunt the Vidyadhara down across the stars; not after Jingliu had driven her blade through his heart and pierced his lungs repeatedly after he had felt the pain of his muscle fibers and organs regenerating and stitching themselves back together in his guts. Not after he had begged her to stop, begged her for mercy. There was no response. Just endless pain making him fade in and out of consciousness.
Blade clutched his pillow to his chest, feeling like he wasn't getting enough air. But he was used to the feeling. To the pain, the hatred, the anger. That was what kept him moving forward; hoping one day the end would come. It was like toxic fuel in his veins, making him lead a miserable existence. But it was better than doing nothing whilst suffering. So long as there was hatred and the urge for revenge in his heart; he felt as though nothing could push him past a point where there was no going back. He had felt it all before; he had become numb to it. Sometimes, when the pain got too much, his brain would just shut down for a while. It was the closest thing he had to actually being dead. It was something he had gotten used to and with time became impartial to. Why should he care at this point?
But he hated you. Hated the way you quelled the mara within him. He had gotten so accustomed to a life of suffering and pain that he didn't know how to deal with what you made him feel. He expected himself to remain cold, expected to just see you as another stepping stone on his path to death like the other Stellaron Hunters. His eyes had widened in shock and it had felt like every nerve in his body was screaming at him to run when he, against all expectations, completely broke down the first time your hand gently carressed his cheek. For the last few decades at least, everytime someone touched him, he had to expect to feel like a training dummy or a punching bag. His default association with touch had become violence. Not whatever this was.
He had flinched, started shaking. You had retracted your hand in horror, apologizing profusely for causing this reaction in him. Blade just shook his head under quiet sobs, unable to get a word out. He got up and left the room. He didn't talk to you for at least two weeks after that and you had glanced at him in longing; feeling terrible for the encounter. Most of the time he avoided you all-together. You wondered if things would ever go back to the way they were. You had been on good terms before, even felt like you were getting a glimpse behind the walls he had built around his heart. You just had to go ahead and ruin it.
Little did you know that within that time he had avoided you, he was trying to process a realization that terrified him more that the prospect of someone driving a blade through him again. He liked your touch. He craved it. And he hadn't been prepared for it; hadn't been prepared for the prospect of just losing his whole composure like this. He didn't think it was possible. He had allowed you to see him this vulnerable; see the broken man who hid behind the cold exterior and it had deeply embarrassed him. It had made him feel pathetic. He couldn't look you in the eyes again after that.
That was, until the day he found himself in front of your door again, at 2am nonetheless. He couldn't take the distance anymore. You had looked at him with surprise; unsure what to say to him after he had acted like he would love to forget you even existed for two weeks. So you simply opened the door further, gesturing for him to come in. You were just staring at him wordlessly, waiting for him to say something; anything. "Please... do it again", he croaked out and your eyes had widened in shock. "Excuse me-?", you blinked a few times in disbelief when Blade had stepped closer, taken your hand into his and pressed it to his cheek again, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes as if wanting to savor every second of this sensation, should you decide to end all of this right here and now. But you didn't. You had pulled him closer, held him and let him melt into your embrace. You allowed him to cry, not saying a word about it. You had kissed his tears away and he let it happen without question. Blade wouldn't have thought that a man who wanted nothing more than to die could find a lifeline.
He hated you. Hated how this had become a routine. On nights like this, when the pain got too bad and the past haunted him until he could only see flashes of distant memories in front of his inner eye; he found himself at your doorstep every time. He hated how readily you accepted him into your arms when you felt him slip under your blanket and snuggle up to you again, feeling your warmth and the way your fingers gently trailed along the old scars from back then. He hated the way you kissed him so tenderly, held his face in your hands like he was fragile. Because he knew deep inside that in these moments that was the truth. He was so vulnerable when it came to you and scared of the possibility that you'd take this away from him and hurt him the way others had done. Yes, Blade was used to the hatred and violence. It no longer felt like something that could break him. But being loved... being loved made him feel like a scared little fawn in the middle of the road; not moving away despite expecting that you'd run him over with your vehicle any moment now and leave him there until his bones realigned themselves and healed under unspeakable pain, all for the small possibility that you'd instead patiently wait under the moonlight and let him come to you to take him home.
"It's one of those days, hmm?", you whispered softly, your heart aching for him. Blade just nodded and nuzzled your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin to tell you what he couldn't bring himself to say. You usually made idle small-talk with him, tried to distract him. You never dared speak about what was happening between the two of you. After all, so long as you didn't say anything, you knew he was going to come back.
And Blade didn't comment on it either. He didn't know how to and he was terrified to. Whatever you two were, it was safely concealed within the walls of this room. None of the other Stellaron Hunters knew about it and he intended to keep it that way. He didn't want to risk ruining things; didn't want to risk the possibility that you might never hold him again like this. He didn't want to admit to himself that he didn't actually hate you. How the frustration in his heart had simply taken the place of something he didn't allow himself to feel. To admit.
That he loved you.
He loved you so much and nothing scared him more than that.
neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.
uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.
you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.
he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.
however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"
neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.
it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.
the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.
“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.
it's far from over.
he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.
neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.
you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.
it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.
he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.
the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.
not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.
"what are you doing? i am going to be late."
"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.
"you have to do my hair."
"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."
your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.
no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.
but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.
you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.
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I found this in my notes, I thought I should just post something bc of it. It's slow burn too, kind of like a long fanfic idea. (possibly cliché too...)
I am currently thinking of Kaveh x reader strangers to acquaintances, modern au meeting during class in their first year during the classroom elections, the both of them becoming close acquaintances due to the amount of classroom events and works they have to do.
I am now thinking of Kaveh x reader, acquaintances to friends, in their second year Kaveh being forced to switch clubs because he had turned in his application late, now going to a similar type club where reader is staying as the secretary of the club. Reader showing Kaveh the basics and what they do on the club.
I am now thinking of Kaveh x reader friends to bestfriends, in their summer before third year, Kaveh fitting in with reader's friends as his past friends left him behind. Going to outings with reader's friend group instead during the summer.
I am now thinking of Kaveh x reader, during their third year, the friendship group staying in one class, Kaveh realizing his admiration with reader when his old friends asked him to befriend them again, a pit was formed in his stomach when he rarely sees them anymore.
I am now thinking of Kaveh x reader during their fourth year, their friends in the friendship group boosting on Kaveh with his not obvious liking to reader, his friends only knowing during a phone call with Alhaitham.
I am now thinking of Kaveh & reader, during graduation, reader introducing their new lover in front of their friend group proud and congratulating stares were given, when reader left, they apologised to Kaveh knowing fully well about his feelings towards you.
I am now thinking of Kaveh & reader, bestfriends to friends, during their first year of college.
I am now thinking of Kavehx reader friends to bestfriends, during the semester break of their first year of college, their friendgroup decreased with a few people left, Kaveh passing by with Alhaitham, seeing a break up unfold as they comfort the person who was crying in the playground, now noticing it was you.
I am thinking of bestfriends to lovers.
During their summer before second year, the duo announcing their relationship in front of their old group of friends, the friends patting Kaveh in the back for his patience, being proud of him after everything he had went through.
song prompt. "cause i see forever in your eyes, i feel okay when I see you smile" —Dandelions
masterlist. main masterlist
warnings. Kazuha is ooc, angst if you squint, mild fluff, mentions of character death, not proof read, cringe?
notes. pls the first ever fanfic i laid on this community is angst, also Kazuha is probably ooc bc i never intended to write for him and just wanted a character for this plot.
enjoy!
He should find a better way to cope.
KAZUHA thinks as he walks towards every corner in the room, the boy has lost count many days it has been since he has set foot outside of this abode, eyes lingering on every corner of the house forcing himself to do whatever he can- anything to distract himself from the harsh reality this world has set upon him.
"Kazuha"
A peaceful voice- your voice snapped him out of his trance, there you stood in all your glory, a worried expression laid upon your features, i mean who wouldn't. The boy looked sluggish, his hair unkept and clothes drenched in sweat- the only thing keeping him sane as he is is the amount of chores he forced himself to think is unfinished.
He hasn't even made a single haiku the past days.
You walked towards him, a brush at hand as you guided the poor soul to the nearest chair you could sit him on. It wasn't much of help but either way you were glad he welcomed the feeling of your fingers treading on his locks, he wouldn't admitted it out loud but it was a calming experience, a very welcome one.
"I missed this" he sighed as he starred up at you lovingly, eyes locking momentarily, a face of admiration and thankfulness on his features,you snorted at this, eyes shining with mischievousness.
He knew an insult or a teasing remark will follow suit, but he cant help but focus on just your eyes, a shining, sparkling adventure awaits in them, an adventure he can't help but wait to explore.
However, he might of waited for too long.
"you literally go out and about the whole time, I can't even join you cause who is taking care of this damn heritage" you rambled on about, Kazuha couldn't help but giggle at your small rant, you scoffing at his lack of inquiry to the topic.
"I told you to take a break...how about we go explore dragonspine? Just the two of us?" He softly suggested, yes it might be dangerous for you with the sheer cold and possible camps around the area but he trusts you enough that you can take care of yourself, besides he will be always be right behind your back.
You sat infront of the boy now as you gleamed at him, smile wider than the vast of skies, eyes shimmering bright outcasting the scorching sun, he starred at you like a dear in headlights before a small smile made its way to his features, the rest of the pent up strees he has been feeling for the past few days subsided by it.
"Really?! Ah im so excited!" You celebrated happily, your figure leaving the room to start getting ready for your little adventure, leaving the canadian looking boy back on his own impulsive thoughts.
He sighed for the nth time of that day, double checking for any mess littered around the small house before making his way through the door, not forgetting to announce his departure and whereabouts like he always did, closing the the door without waiting for a sign of acknowledgement.
In a few years, months, weeks or days, I will one day abandon all my works including this account and it will just be apart of my embarrassing past stories I would tell my friends about. One day I will look back at it all and reminisce on the days I would read and write fanfiction like it's my lifeline. I do not have a very big amount of readers, nor have any social interaction by many, but I do say, that without them I wouldn't have the motivation to continue on this account and make obnoxious memories out of it.
For the record I am on my shitty moody phase rn and I am not quitting
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request.[anon] Hiiii! Could you do "kiss me" for joe from sk8 the Infinity?
prompt. 11. "kiss me"
prompt list. 100 followers event!
warnings. Ooc Sk8 characters, dialog doesn't start until when the prompt was used, supposed to be blurb turned to fic, cliché ending?, ooc sk8 characters, more sk8 characters screen time at end:)
notes. This took soo long, I apologise on that anon, I had to fix up some plot details so tell me if something doesn't make sense:)
You have been friends with Kojiro(Joe)and Kaoru(Cherry)(+adam) for years now, however, you and Kojiro have been in a relationship for a while and it's the first time that Kojiro got Jealous
You despise the looks people give you during your walks with Kojiro, if looks could speak, they would tell you to piss off like the peasant you are.
I mean who wouldn't? Your boyfriend had somehow a very muscular build, very popular with the females and males from high-school to now, however the difference is that he doesn't entertain nor react to them now he was in a committed relationship.
Heck, you were even scared to show any type of physical affection to your partner in public, wouldn't blame you though.
It wasn't the first time people gave you 'heartwarming'looks, it was also during your high-school days where you would walk with either Kaoru or Kojiro (Adam too smth), people would verbally tell you to back off their 'babes' yet none of them knew them the slightest bit.
Which is why you were shocked to the core to have people hitting on you, better yet on one of the days you decided to join your boyfriend to his little skater place.
You weren't bothered at all with it, however your boyfriend did somehow, you noticed of course it would be dumb and cliché not to, yet, you never entertained his questions and thoughts about the subject.
Until one particular day happens to be the day your relationship of yours started to change.
It was another day or rather say night at S of course, your boyfriend waving at his fans, bluntly and subtlely kindly ignoring some who went past he comfort zone(aka one's that tries to flirt up with him)
Kaoru, or Cherry he goes by, peacefully skating right beside him, some playful arguments were shared during the ride.
You however, stayed at some corner with Shadow, as you despised being the center of attention at things, it was just overwhelming per say.
Shadow had to go visit up some of his friends, where you peacefully declined his offer on joining him which lead to somethings you didn't like.
First, the same group of people came and complimented you alot and told you why a person like you came here, second, a group of girls who seemed pretty b!tchy decided to tell you to back off their 'babes' aka Joe and Cherry,
You didn't entertain them, just nodded along and moved away from the topic, yet these girls seemed to be so dedicated to not talk to their babe's that one of them and the only person who had a board on them announced loud and clear to everyone there that you were a whore and a slut for Cherry and Joe's attention.
You looked at them stunned however you dismissed the topic and answered politely as possible that the three of you were just friends and that she should not accuse of such things without proof.
And so you walked away with a 'sorry, if you would just...excuse me' and towards your two stunned friends, calculating your every move as everyone's eyes were on you.
Now this is where a real conversation starts alright? This was supposed to be a short blurb yet here I am squishing a whole book plot into a oneshot.
"Stop starring at me, it's making me nervous" you stated at the duo infront of you, like somehow saying it would ease your nerves knowing a quarter or more people are watching your every move.
You don't know why they were staring, was the person you have a misinterpretation on some superstar or smth? You didn't care either way.
"What was that about?" The pink haired man asked you with a frown, worried that someone had the thought of pushing you to the ground.
You shrugged him off "it's nothing, some person just got irritated at me breathing nothing too special"
However your boyfriend didn't see it as nothing as he grabbed you by your waist and looked at you in the eye.
"Kiss me" he said, more so pleading as you looked at him stunned, more so your gears not working at knowing fully well alot of people were watching.
You slowly nodded, unsure what you would do in this situation at his bold move, as so, with alot of people watching, you being the center of attention, and some giving you the looks you despised, he kissed you out of love and frustration and yada yada.
(I'm terribly sorry if you started to love this part i find it cringy m'so sorry)
But, it wasn't a long lasting one, it wasn't one that was desperate, it was just a soft and loving kiss any couple would enjoy.
was then, after the small moment you had, you realized he wasn't asking a question to you when you nodded, it was more like a command yet statement?
"I...hate you" you told him as he suddenly looked hurt, a hand on his chest. "How dare you ignore my signs of love"
you laughed at him until he grasped you shoulders and faced the crowed, one you forced your self to forget about.
"This is my partner, and I don't want anyone to lay a finger on them" he stated loud and clear before scurrying off, leaving the place with Kaoru and his friends tagging behind.
"You were jealous aren't you?" You asked him as he sat by the sand, you somehow found an ocean along they way and decided to stay there.
He looked at you and huffed "no I wasn't! You were the jealous one! Jealous of my confident speech right there!" you snorted at him.
Although it wasn't a lie.
His gaze softened at you, stretching his arm "it was dumb and out of character of me isn't it?" He sighed at faced you "the speech earlier, it wasn't supposed to happen, but I don't regret doing it"
"I'm sick of them treating you like some garbage they can kick around on" you smiled at him, but before anything else could happen, Kaoru's voice cutted off the moment all to quickly.
"There you are gorilla!" The pink head said as four more people stopped their board.
The green head had an erc mark on his forehead "What are you doing here?" The black haired one, which is named Miya, answered his question "we came before you could do the nasty with (name) here"
"Who said we were gonna do the nasty?" Joe asked frowning at you and a bit disappointed how the moment with you didn't last.
"Cherry said it" Langa told the crew as he and Reki held out juice boxes, one for the each of you, already giving Shadow and Miya's Share.
Cherry who heard this frowned in confusion, an accusing hand on his chest "What? I didn't!"
Reki nodded suit, giving out both yours and Joe's share of the juice boxes, you nodding as a thanks"You did, you said 'if those two got on top of each other im going to kill them'"
"Oh your gonna volunteer to see us both naked?" You asked sipping on your juice box out of anticipation in what the pink haired would say next.
"Huh, you have a good point (name) didn't think of that" Miya nodded at your question, Langa and Reki nodding suit as Shadow scolded the trio for thinking that way despite knowing what you said was right.
Joe heard this, eyes blown wide as he pointed an accusing finger towards the covid ready guy infront of him "Wait Kaoru you will?! I didn't know you were a pervert!"
Cherry grumbled at this, an erk mark forming on his forehead at the chaos and accusation you have built.
"Because I'm not!"
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Naw- I was reading smth then I suddenly had the thought to actually post it to only realize the end of the fic was literally draft lines and unfinished 😭✋️
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request. [anon] hello, congrats on 100 followers!! totally deserved <3 (even more!!) for ur event, can i please have prompt 18 + camilo? thank you!!
prompt. 18 “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”
prompt list. 100 followers event!
warnings. mentions of blood and falling, worried camilo, not a couple(?), forgetting Antonio's ability.
notes. again, I'm sorry it took awhile! But here it is anon! I hope you like it!
"Is that blood?"
Camilo didn't expect to open the door to his room to welcome you, who somehow looked like they came from a war, clothes unevenly ruffled, hair a mess, and what's not to miss is the gushing red stains on your forehead.
You didn't mean to fall off the house roof and landing on the broken wood carriage, you just slipped and tripped that's all, although that isn't the reason why you are here.
“Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” Camilo deadpanned at your behaviour, abruptly snatching your hand catching you mid sentence to bring you to his Tia, getting you healed up.
“You are literally bleeding, it does matter" you looked at him like a deer caught in headlights until you shook your head.
"Look I'm fine okay? It's just a scratch, there's more important things to do than this" you reasoned and tugged his hand that was holding your wrist tightly.
"Oh the next thing you know you get stabbed and think of doing house chores the next day" Camilo frustratedly told you as he held your wrist tighter but not enough to leave a mark on it.
Once the two of you got to Julieta, who was tending minor injuries, she suddenly shifted her attention to you who was rather calm for the bloody forehead you have, not bothering to explain what happened with a worried yet annoyed Camilo beside you.
Once tended, Julieta left the two of you with a damp cloth to clean off the stained blood dripping on your head, the boy beside you observing your actions silently, as if to ask 'what happened?'
You sighed after you asked Camilo if there are any stains left, which he said there are none and leaned back. "Fell of the roof"
The boy looked at you a shock expression on his face before you added "it was slippery okay! I was fixing our roof" he calmed down- well slightly calmed down.
"Although I'm more worried of the donkeys"
"What? Why?" He asked slowly standing up to tell an adult about the problem with the donkeys "they ran off when I fell I dunno where they went" and that's when you heard a commotion happening in the madrigal house.
Surprisingly none of them knew about it despite not seeing the donkeys where they usually stay, Dolores knows, but she didn't bother as it's their happy time with Mariano.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?! We could of started finding them!" That was Luisa screaming her heart out to her cousin who tried to explain he didn't know and tended your wounds first before asking.
"Luisa it's okay, I'm sure we would find them" that was Mirabel, calming her older sister down while Isabela had to stop herself from choking the boy.
Yes it was just donkeys but Luisa cares for them alot.
Unknowingly, You sat with Antonio who was sitting in your lap, happily eating an arepa while you played with his hair.
"Should we tell them I could ask my friends to call them here?" Antonio asked as he raised his head up to look at you.
You shook your head and laughed at the commotion "nah, let them realize that themselves"
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request. [@stuckindreamland06] Teru with 11 and 12 🫣
[anon] Nsjsbdjdjdbd Teru and 12 PLEASE
prompt. 11. "Kiss me"
12. "Have you been taking care of yourself?"
prompt list. 100 followers event!
warnings. Fluff, Tiara is ooc, kou is ooc, teru is ooc
notes. Hello! Sorry this took so long, anyway I hope you don't mind me merging both of your requests:) enjoy!
You haven't heard from Teru for days, to only visit him and be told he was sick, better yet knew from one of his siblings instead of himself.
You haven't seen or heard from Teru the past few days, not a call or a text notified in your phone for his whereabouts, you were getting worried.
You attempted to ask kou about it, but unfortunately he wasn't at school either, asking Yashiro was also an option but when you did she said she haven't heard from kou either.
And this is how you came to this mess, Kou was somehow cooking yet having a call with Yokoo and Satou, surprisingly talking about homework.
"Kou-oniichan is taking care Teru-oniichan he's got a high fever" the female tugging you towards the stairs told you, dragging out the 'h' in high as you passed the boy in the kitchen, none of you daring to disturb the boy.
"Teru-oniichan is sick?" You asked again despite hearing it already, the female nodded and placed her hands on her waist as the both of you reached the closed door of Teru's room.
"Yeah! he fell down the stairs and Kou-oniichan carried him" you looked at the direction of the kitchen, stunned that kou could carry his own brother, with his whole weight even.
"Well thank you for thanking care of the both of them Tiara-chan" you smiled and patted the females hair, her happily giggling "No problem!"
"I better be going" you told her before she tugged your sleeves, gaining ur attention, she motioned a shh sign with her finger, whispering towards you.
"He's sleeping, we should be quiet when going inside" you smiled and placed a finger towards your lips "I'll be quiet" the female grinned at you before walking away, probably gonna help kou out with the cooking.
With that said, you opened the door, careful for it to not creak, the curtains were open surprisingly the afternoon glow of the sun not waking up the sleeping prince who laid on his bed, layers of covers hugging his figure.
Your lips twitched up at the calm sight of the boy in front of you, until though, you looked at the discarded books and paper work on the floor and bedside.
You sighed and started to pick up the books and paperwork on the floor, arranging them neatly on his desk, before moving towards his bedside, unfortunately, before you could neatly place the paper's on his desk a hand lightly grasped your wrist, startling you in the process.
"Love? What are you doing here?" The grasp on your wrist loosened, prompting to clasp his hand on yours instead.
You relaxed, placing the papers on the desk and sitting on the side of his bed, playing with his fingers "well, a little birdy told me your sick" you lightly chuckled as you frowned, worried plastered all over your features.
"Why didn't you tell me?" The blonde frowned, yet it looked more like a pout with a damp towel on his forehead.
"I didn't want to worry you, plus I'm better now" he attempted to stand up, abruptly stopping as he almost fell down in the bed with the sudden force of standing up.
your arms holding his shoulders and back when you noticed he almost fell down "yeah, better really" the both of you lightheartedly laughed, as your boyfriend sat himself down, wanting to sit with you in the bed instead of laying down.
"So, Have you been taking care of yourself?" Teru smiled at you, observing your movement as you started to wash the cloth in warm water you found laying on the floor.
Teru loves seeing you take care of people, as it is very rare for you to take care of one, the blonde prince wouldn't lie if he says that seeing you attempt to take care of him doesn't make his heart flutter.
But more or less, he feels bad he made you worry.
"Yes, more than you anyway, school gave so much homework though, we also have a test tomorrow" you complained, angrly squeezing the life out of the cloth in your hands.
Teru snorted at you while you gave him a look of betrayal "sorry, sorry, you just look so cute complaining like that" you scoffed as a response, a smirk then laid on your features.
"I want to see your face once you realize how much homework you'll do" the blonde only smiled at your comment, your face shifting from confusion to realization as you looked over the paperwork you were fixing earlier.
"Ughh that's not fair" you pouted as you spread yourself lazily on the bed, teru laughing at you before he sighed, earning your attention.
"Hm? What's wrong?" You asked as you stood up, grasping his hand onto yours. Teru laughed and lightly shook his head "it's nothing, I'm just– well I'm sorry for worrying you"
You smiled at him lovingly wondering how you were able to get this man "it's not nothing, and don't be sorry about it, I'm only worried because I care for you hm? Plus your pretty reckless when it comes to exorsising things its normal for me now"
Teru scoffed, and pouted crossing his arms, his gaze drifting to his katana at the back of the room "That was on purpose, those supernaturals aren't supposed to be here anyway" you tapped his leg, as he looked at you confused until he saw a mokke he let tiara keep.
"Then why didn't you exorcise this cute thing yet?" The mokke jumped as you mentioned about exorcising them, he hid in your neck as it shakes.
Teru glared at the pink bunny before sighing "tiara wants to keep it as a pet so i let her keep it, if not its not supposed to be here"
You chuckled and let the mokke go, giving it a piece of candy as it hopped away, ah yes, teru is your moody little man. "What was that?" The blonde suddenly spoke, eying you curiously.
You looked at him confused "what?" Teru smirked at you, a glint of mischief and hurt on his eyes "you said something about me, could you repeat it for me?"
You eyed him, frowning with confusion, you didn't say anything though? Unless you said your thoughts out loud...
Oh.
"I said your my little prince!" You smiled at him, as though he smiled at you back "that seems wrong, I believe I heard you said something of.." you looked at him curiously yet very nervously.
"Something of?" He moved closer to you, like a villain taunting it's victim, which he somehow doesn't look as sick as he looks earlier "your moody little man, hm?"
You huffed at him "it's true anyway! Who knew boys could have mood swings too! And they say girls are moody when on their period"
With you distracted on your mumbling, you weren't able to realize how your boyfriend inched closer towards you, unfortunately for the both of you though, the time you finally realized it was when he had his nose next to yours, which made you jump in surprise resulting to almost falling off the bed.
Keyword, almost.
"Oh why hello there, you almost fell didn't you?" You grumbled at his arms "ah well mister prince charming I thought it was obvious" Teru chuckled at you before looking straight into your eyes, you starring back at his own as well.
He looked calm, too much for your liking, if it isn't obvious it some, it looked like he was trying to tell you something, yet you ignored it.
"Kiss me" he said in a breathy voice, it seemed sore as well, he's still sick isn't he? It must of took all his strength to balance the two of you, more so, you just sitting on the wood frame of the bed.
Just at the same moment, the door opened, revealing another blonde holding a tray of food, a shorter one stood beside him, a two empty glass cups in hand.
And before any of you could utter a single word, the male blonde in the doorway beat you to it "we should've called (name) earlier so that you won't lay there the whole day" another voice chirped in, it was in a higher pitch humming in approval before speaking.
"Teru-oniichan just needs a magical kiss on the lips!" Before shuffling was heard and the door clasped shut, no room of argument was given as the two of you still stared at the closed door that once held the two younger Minamoto's.
Teru turned to look at you, a goofy smile on his features "so? My kiss?" You sighed at this, and prompted to kiss his forehead instead and stood up to grab the food of tray Kou left for his brother.
You could feel Teru's pouting stare piercing through you, if looks could kill, you would be in bed right now, kissing the heck of your boyfriends face.
"Once your better alright my prince?" You told him as you took the tray and faced him. You were expecting a pouty Teru yet it seemed his expression shifted to a more amazed yet loving stare.
"Alright, I love you, you know that right?" You stayed silent for a while, before a smile lifted up to your features.
"I love you too Teru"
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