Hey Drei!!! Rmb To Drink Water And Take Care Of Yourself MWAH

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bluejohsai

1 year ago

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@azrielscrown ‣ Baby Fever ‣ Honeybun ‣ Rain Clouds ‣ Stars In Your Eyes ‣ Unholy ℠ ‣ Wake Me Up

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@draemgal ‣ Best Buds ‣ Dad!Azriel headcanons ‣ Midnights ‣ Spit in My Face ✻

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bluejohsai

5 months ago

x : LUST FOR LIFE *+ﾟ

in which: sunday discovers a new emotion when he's under you.

warnings: 1.5k words, sunday is B(h)ORNY and doesn't know how to deal with it, he wants reader so bad, lowkey implied switch!sunday, gn!reader being sunday's freak awakening, NO SMUT BUT UNDER 16 DNI, not edited

a/n: five likes and i'll write nsfw for sunday

What good is a leader who can’t empathise with the lives of the people he was supposed to be leading?

This thought has plagued Sunday ever since he exiled himself from Penacony, since he joined the Astral Express in a journey of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the Nameless lifestyle so he can broaden the horizons that Penacony had restricted. There, he was so detached from the reality of the people he was trying to help, so trapped in a whirlwind of his own ideals to experience humanity, too buried in official duties to rejoice in the many wonders of the universe, the simple pleasures and the grandiose ones.

Since boarding, the former head of the Oak Family has experienced humiliation, desperation, and many close calls with death. It seems he underestimated how easily trouble found the Trailblazers, and the diary he carries with him has been updated with multiple entries, filled with exasperated recounts that ended with him being grateful that he is still well and unscathed.

Sunday has also experienced laughter, connection, and the bond of humankind- something he did not have before. When he controlled the Oak Family, had everyone under or at his fingertips, the only person he could depend on was himself. When Robin left to travel the cosmos, what was he to do than learn the bitter truth of independence and self-sufficiency?

Yet, he sits on the couches of the Astral Express and there is bound to be another by him, trying to converse with him like an old friend. He is mentioned in the conversations like an individual who they keep around because they want to, not because he is crafty, not because of what he can offer. No, he can’t offer anything right now, and the crew still wants him to stay.

He learns more about humanity with each passing day.

However, perhaps one of the more puzzling feelings Sunday has had to confront was… infatuation.

It’s a tricky feeling. It sends his heart into overdrive and his limbs to become jelly, and at the epicentre of this hurricane of uncharted territory, is you.

“Sunday?” Your voice comes through muffled from the other side of the door. He almost jumps off his mattress at the sound.

“Door is open,” he responds as calmly as possible, heart thrumming alive at the sound of your voice, beating in time with the rapid succession of your knocks.

The door slides open slowly to reveal you on the other side. “Pom Pom just wanted to let everyone know that we will be jumping soon.”

“I see, thank you for letting me know.”

“No problem,” your gaze then flickers to the angels that flock around him and he watches as your eyes gleam with fascination.

Then, without any hesitation or reluctance, you enter his room and approach him, the door sliding closed without your weight to hold it open. You stop before him without a bow, without a formal greeting of ‘Mr. Sunday’- no, you stop before him like an equal, which you most certainly are. In fact, he would even think of himself below you, but Sunday needs to unlearn this assumption of hierarchy, needs to not let it define the relationships he forms, even if he looks up to you and finds you reverent.

“Hey, I’ve never seen these little guys before!” You exclaim, sticking out a hand to act like a perch for the angel-like summons. One of them flits up to you and stays on your outstretched finger. “Well, not this close, at least.”

It keens at your praise. Like owner like summon, Sunday supposes.

“I don’t tend to bring them out. They are for combat purposes,” he explains.

Your eyes widen slightly. “Are you trying to pick a fight with me right now?”

“What? No! That’s not it-”

“-I’m kidding, Sunday,” you snicker. “We’re friends, I wouldn’t want to fight you.”

“Right,” he exhales, “I wouldn’t want to fight you either.”

“Besides, we already did once.”

He freezes at the memory, remembers when he got hit with the exact train he is currently boarding.

You, however, are unphased by the recollection, and even continue to rub salt in the wound. “I remember fighting against these little summons too, your owner was a real meanie, do you guys know that?”

They flock around you, spinning and fluttering like little fireflies. Instinctively, Sunday covers his flustered expression with his wings, and he doesn’t budge, even when he hears your laugh, the sound almost enough for him to melt into a puddle by your feet.

“Hey, hey, I was kidding, sorry if I took the joke too far.”

He uncovers himself with an embarrassed sigh, not meeting your eyes. “It’s okay, I think the memory is just… humiliating, more than anything.”

“There are no more hard feelings. Everyone has accepted you on board and none of us think of you to be the same person you were when we first met, I promise.”

Your words are completely earnest, Sunday knows it, can feel it in the way you tell him so unabashedly. So who is he to deny it?

“Thank you,” he says, finally looking up at you, “it means a lot to hear that.”

“I’ll say it as much as you need. Well, I’ll get out of your hair now, just prepare for the jump-”

Your sentence is interrupted by a shriek when you lose your footing, and Sunday feels it too, the force so strong that even he, while sitting, feels as if is being stretched and pulled into a miniscule hole. What he also feels is your body colliding on top of his, and his hands come to your waist to catch you in an attempt to prevent you from slipping, but it’s not enough and he’s falling with you onto the expanse of his made bed.

The Express is warping to some expanse of the universe, and his stomach drops at the sensation, spreading to the ends of his nerves before disappearing, just replaced by the extremely odd feeling of being pulled through the stars. He just hopes you’re comfortable, standing up whilst warping is tough, he heard the stories of when Stelle first tried to do it and how she fell flat on her face.

When the feeling of normality returns and Sunday doesn’t feel like he has been stretched out, he opens his eyes and tries to take in the sight before him.

You. Your face. Centimetres away from his.

He’s always thought you were pretty, but seeing you this close… perhaps just pretty is an understatement. His gaze unwillingly flicks to your lips and he wished he hadn’t because suddenly the urge to sit up and lick into your mouth is raging; a fire that can’t be contained.

Sunday wants you to push him down by the shoulders, with no gentleness or mercy, and just… devour him whole. His hands want to find you by the hips and pull you into him more than humanly possible, he wants you to indent yourself onto him so he can remember your taste forever, so that, in a way, you couldn’t ever leave him.

Alternatively, he would happily flip around and pin you against the mattress. He would pry you open, explore the cavern of your mouth with his tongue and suck your sacred essence out of you so that it can stay and settle in his bones instead, replacing where marrow should be. He wants to lay you vulnerable so his hands can explore places only you want him to touch, wants to take you so that you stay forever, wants to feel your tongue against his, wants to hold your face and feel how you react when he takes his time cherishing you, revering you.

This feeling is too much, these thoughts are overpowering, yet nothing has ever been more clear. Sunday wants you, lusts for you, even, and he’s never felt so intensely for someone before.

How would the symphonies sound when they learn of the atrocities he wants to perform?

Temptation holds him close and infects him with a desire so strong, he’s practically frozen in place as you recover from the shock, holding yourself up with your arms that were on either side of his head.

“Ow, I’m sorry!” You immediately exclaim, before realising exactly what position you are in, your chests are pressed together, and you’re mortified to think about how close you were before you picked yourself off him, and- his… his hips… are pressed against yours- okay, you needed to leave as soon as possible.

You scramble off him like he had burnt you, frantically shouting apologies whilst doing so, the words clumsy and rushed, but neither of you can deny how you miss the warmth that was suddenly ripped away.

(If he wanted to, you could have stayed in that position with him.)

Then, before you could get anymore thoughts, you turn and practically bolt out of his room without another word, leaving a hot and bothered Sunday behind.

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bluejohsai

4 years ago

My braincell at 3 am: during quarantine, MSBY bois decided to have matching cloth masks so they have to drag poor Kiyoomi into it AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME-

But it does suit him tho.

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bluejohsai

4 years ago

so this is love — annie leonhart

— annie leonhart x female reader

— request by anon: I kinda have a request. How about royal au? Where 2 kingdoms are at war with each other, and reader is the heir of the throne of one kingdom (but they’re not the spoiled type of heir, more like the solider one?) and then the kingdoms decided a truce. Reader will have to marry the heir of the other kingdom which is Annie. Idk maybe those arranged marriages that they never get along at first? Kinda like they were enemies bc they never get along until some development of feelings happen along the way. Maybe Annie will realize that she has feelings when reader got injured since they’re a soldier

— warnings: mentions of war, slight angst if you squint, just two idiots falling in love with each other :))

— summary: you were sent off to another kingdom as a sign of a truce, promising to yourself that the engagement is close to death at how you got off on the wrong foot with your betrothed. it was hell at first but who knows? maybe, unbeknownst to you, the two of you are a match made by the gods.

— word count: 7.5k

— author’s notes: i am so sorry this came out so long :((( we just finished our exams and we have a case study to write as our midterm for a subject. i hope this will still quench your annie fic cravings. and by the way, i fashioned the kingdom of idylle to mondstadt because genshin impact is my stress reliever right now and a kingdom built upon freedom sounds like a gem. plus, the glass castle of the reader is based off of the castle of cinderella, which is the reason for the title hhhhhh happy reading !!!

so this didn’t appear in the tags so i reposted it :”(((

Corsets were abominations that needed to be burned.

The girl with your features staring at you from the mirror was someone you couldn’t recognize from all the preparations your chambermaid did on your figure. The make-up was appalling and thick that you could see a smear on the back of your hand when you tried rubbing your itching nose. Your hair was done in a half up-do with too many decorative pins sticking out, creating a makeshift crown of silver roses, one of the symbols of your kingdom. The dress your mother expected you in was straight-up ridiculous, you couldn’t move from the tightness of the corset and the heaviness of your skirts was hindering you from moving freely. You couldn’t even deny that it was a lovely gown but its inconvenience was irking you at the slightest turn or stretch.

Dressing up this lavishly was rare for you, the Crown Princess of the kingdom boring flags of silver and lilac. You very much preferred the heaviness of your armor and your title as one of your kingdom’s Commendatore rather than the ladylike image your mother has been forcing you on the past few weeks.

You were livid when your parents renounced from the ten-year war that was purging the continent with just a sign on a piece of paper — one that included your name and your honor. Everything was brutal, carnage dotting every town and village of the two kingdoms throwing spears and fire cannons, and you witnessed it all firsthand when you started being one of your kingdom’s soldiers four years ago — a sixteen-year-old girl throwing orders that gave you an advantage from your enemies wearing the crest of the kingdom that painted your lands a heart-wrenching red. Of all solutions that your parents and the other kingdom could come up with, it involved you in the most unacceptable way possible. Officially entering your twenties this year, your parents thought it necessary to offer you as a bride that signified peace to the warring nation right beyond the border. The idea made your vision red, an outburst coming out of your mouth mere seconds after the proposal was announced in the council meeting.

A soldier, a knight, a commander — that’s what you are.

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bluejohsai

5 years ago

"YOU'RE IT FOR ME."

— KOZUME KENMA.

p.s. the Yukimi mentioned here is a character from one of my fics in ao3 + I would see Kenma as the type of person who have doubts and insecurities at the beginning of a relationship and his s/o will be the one who would constantly remind him that he's it for them, that choosing him will always be worth it.

He was baffled by how intense her eyes looked under the streetlight, their chocolate sheen glistening with determination and melancholy that sent a wave of guilt through him. He had every right to feel this way because he was never exposed to the feeling of having someone show their romantic intentions to him. Everything he knew about showing affection to a significant other was always witnessed by the sidelines. It was all so new to him that he found himself scrunching his face in disbelief. Because how can such a magnificent girl love him?

He doesn't deserve this.

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Kenma looked up to meet her gaze with a glare. "I don't understand why you like me so much. I'm this unfit and unhealthy guy in Nekoma, surviving his last year there as a wallflower. I'm short and I'm not the most flashy guy out there. In fact, some people from other schools talk about me being limp and unsteady from the way I just stand still when I'm in court in practice matches. I've been a shell of a person when Kuroo and Yukimi-san went away for university because I don't have anybody I really considered to be my friends, unlike the way they warmed my heart. I don't deserve your love.

"I'm so sorry for telling you this when we started our relationship and I deeply apologize if i sound insensitive—"

"Kenma."

His heart jolted as the syllables of his name were uttered with utmost care and adoration. His golden eyes lifted from the ground and met with hers, which looked so serene for someone who was just told that she deserves someone better.

"When you start talking like that, it made me want to tell you the many things I love about you," she chuckled.

"I love your hair. I know you sometimes express your hate for it because someone mentions that you look more feminine with it, but I will always find comfort in running my fingers through those blonde locks and I love the way you would relax when I do that. I love your calculating eyes, those golden hues that seem to pop and shine when you're out on court and when you would successfully execute an amazing play all on your own. I love your soft and soothing voice. Though Yamamoto-senpai always told you to raise your voice more often, I'd rather you keep talking in your usual timbre because it screams how delicate you are. I love your hands, Kenma. Being a volleyball player means that one should have callous fingers from the rigorous training you experience but I will always admire how yours stay lovely like a pianist. I love the spark in your stoic face when I would wear your old jacket in games, it makes me happy to know that you like it. Above all, I love your brilliant mind and how it analyzes every single move and mannerism a person has.

"Thanks to Yukimi-senpai begging me to be the club's manager, I managed to meet you and get to know you better — what makes you smile, what makes you disappointed, what makes you tick. I will always be grateful for her because if she didn't approach me that day, I would never have met a rare gem such as you.

"As for the people who talked about how unsteady and unflashy you are, I don't believe them. Because the Kenma I know is so much more than what they believed. No matter what they say, I will always believe and support you, even in your bad times — I will always be there to cheer you up unknowingly that you will be caught off guard. If you feel down about yourself, I will be the one responsible for lifting your spirits up so that you wouldn't drown.

"You will always be the one I've fallen for. Nothing and nobody can change that. Who cares what they say anyway? I got Nekoma's brain and I'm proud of you so much that I want to announce it to the world.

"You're it for me, Kenma, and it was like fate worked so hard for us to meet. And when the day comes when the flowers wither, just remember that my heart will always be yours."

Kenma gaped at her with unshed tears, her declaration rendering him speechless. He looked on the ground as he tried to swallow down his sob, cursing at the ponytail for revealing his teary face. "Why do you keep saying things that make me fall deeper for you. Just the way you look at me right now, why does it feel like I have the entire world?"

She smiled and it made her look pulchritudinous, Kenma thought. Opening her eyes, Kenma's heart ached with a vast amount of emotions. "That's because you are my world, Kenma, and I would give you anything to make you happy."

Kenma felt a tear slip from his eye, his gaze locking with her teary ones. "And you are mine, too, [Name]."

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