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@10dreamt​

     Heat flares across Ryuunosuke’s cheeks, following the brush of his lover’s fingers. Nothing he had ever felt could compare to moments like this. When one lives a torturous life, simple gestures such as this were enough to shake foundations of pain. To be loved, to be touched without intent to harm- it was overwhelming yet in a profoundly pleasant way. Akutagawa would not trade the brush of Ayatsuji’s skin or the warmth of the other man beside him for anything.

The words startle him. The idea that Ayatsuji finds him, the blood-soaked host of an alien symbiote, beautiful is beyond his comprehension. But he doesn’t question it. Ayatsuji would not waste energy on such a lie.

The kiss is soft. Light, like the touch to his cheek had been and it’s times such as these where the former Time Agent realizes how fortunate he truly is. Ayatsuji is not like this with anyone else. This is a privilege just for him and if the price of this bliss included those years of torment, he would happily pay it all over again.

Deep, dark eyes fall closed. Long lashes cast shadows upon pale cheeks as Rashomon rumbles peacefully in his chest, enjoying the increase of warmth as his heartbeat quickens. His lips respond to his lover’s, returning the affectionate display before parting. 

He doesn’t draw back, however. Instead, he leans forward, resting his forehead against his housemate’s, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There’s serenity here. Calm within a storm’s eye.

Nothing matters here, save for the two of them, and it’s more beautiful than he, himself, could ever be.

hushabydog‌:

            [ THE TIN SOLDIER ] - 10dreamt

❛     lavender  ..  is  soft  .  it  smells  like  flowers  .  or  like  freshly  cleaned  clothes  . it’s  a  big  empty  room  where  things  echo  when  you  talk  or  when  you  walk  .  lavender  is  what  it’s  like  to  be  happy  ,  but  tired  .  like  when  you  wake  up  in  someone’s  arms  or  when  you  give  soft  affection  ..  it  feels  like  satisfaction  ,  but  happier  satisfaction  ,  not  sinister  .     ❜

            [ THE BIG BAD WOLF ]

     “ gardens. i think of gardens when it comes to lavender. plants. wide spaces. the rich scent of soil and earth. steam from a well-brewed tea. it feels like a foreign but comforting stranger. someone you don’t know, but trust. smile at it. there’s an odd sharpness to it, i think. clarity. your mind is clear of all troubles. it looks like serenity, with a hint of freedom quaking in its winds. “

          “’t’s soft. Like a scent that doesn’t overwhelm the senses. ‘t’s peaceful, with a sense of elegance? An’ it’s the taste’a warm tea with plenty’a sugar. ‘t’s gentle, an’ easy. Feels like a soft breeze on y’er cheeks.” 

@gravitainted

     “N– Nakahara-san…” Dark eyes widened as the sudden physical contact send a shiver down Akutagawa’s spine. Touch that didn’t hurt was a rarity and, much to his embarrassment, it shook him to the core every time. Particularly when it was Chuuya’s doing. The executive had a knack for getting at the most vulnerable parts of him without even trying and, to make matters worse (or better?), he didn’t exploit them. He didn’t use them to harm Akutagawa which, to most people, was probably a good thing.

But to the mafia’s hellhound, it was incomprehensible. 

Not only was he not used to soft treatment, but he also couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t understand why it made his chest tighten or his hands shake or why he wanted more. Those things were just facts.

Akutagawa raised a pale hand to cover his mouth, coughing lightly into his palm as he inhaled the strong scent of a wine-soaked executive. Having him so close, the hound noticed many things. Chuuya was warm, his smile bright and beautiful even through the haze of inebriation. His pupils were dilated and his face was red from the wine.

Unlike Ryunosuke’s which was already bright red from the attention.

      “I think you should get some rest…” He glanced at Chuuya from the corner of his eye and felt his face growing hotter by the second. Returning his eyes quickly to the floor, his hands fidgeted with the fabric of his coat. At least Chuuya had gotten his wish. The hellhound was quite flustered.

Cute. That was a new one. Had he ever been called that before? No, he didn’t think so. Why didn’t he hate it? At least not when Chuuya said it? Then again, maybe anything could sound amazing as long as Chuuya said it.

      【 ♘ HUNTING DOG 】

      “ They’re more fun when they run, aren’t they~? ”

     “Of course.”

@elegantvoices

     Dark eyes soften at the edges as he scans the glowing screen. He can’t stay angry at Gin. In truth, he wasn’t even sure if he really was angry with her in the first place. This situation wasn’t her fault. 

Send in “Love Potion” and a name and my muse will become infatuated with them ; accepting ; @deviantsbliss

     “Well, clearly one or both of us have to die now. I will kill us both before I allow anything like this to happen.” 

Send in “Love Potion” and a name and my muse will become infatuated with them ; accepting ; @hushabydog

     Oh for fuck’s sake, not him.

Fitzgerald was...unnecessarily attractive, to say the least, and Akutagawa was having none of it. How dare he just stand there with his stupid face all smug and handsome. The hellhound had never wanted to slap anything more in his life, and yet, he couldn’t even bring himself to look directly at the American, let alone approach him.

This wasn’t good. Why was this just hitting him now? He had more important things to do than stand here and die inside over a man he had punched almost entirely off the top of an airship. He needed to continue on, but doing so meant passing Fitzgerald.

Just the thought of getting anywhere near him made Akutagawa’s face turn red and he didn’t understand why.