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Picking Up Kazutora From Jail Headcanons

#FreeKazutora, he didn’t do anything 😔 ok maybe he did do a little something

The moment you knew the exact time he would be released you started a countdown

He did too

As his release date got closer you started getting more excited

You’re so ready to hug him again

You haven’t seen him in so long

He refused visitors bc he didn’t want anyone to see him in there

It would’ve been torture, glass and/or bars always separating him from his loved ones

You bought him some new clothes to come home in and a couple of welcome home gifts

When the day finally comes, you arrive at the detention center early

Like 6 hours early

You keep asking the guard if the hours really matter, can’t he just come out now?

He’s done his time

But the guard keeps telling you about procedures and paperwork that needs to be signed

Like an hour before his official release time the guard comes over to you letting you know and takes the clothes you bought for him inside

You’re pacing back and forth now, checking the door every few seconds

Each time it opens and it’s not him your heart drops

When he finally does emerge from the doors, you sprint over to him

He’s carrying a small bag but drops it when he sees you

He starts running to you as well

As soon as you’re together your arms wrap around each other

You’re so happy you start crying

He’s tearing up a little, happy to hold you again

Squeezes you a little too hard but you don’t care

After you separate you just stare at each other for a while

He touches your face

“Your cheeks are so soft, I missed you so much”

You start to cry even more

He wipes your tears

“Don’t cry, I’m right here”

“You’re actually here,” you say, trying to convince yourself

You hold on to his wrists

“I am, and I promise I’m not going anywhere”

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡

❝ May I request the “making him laugh” prompt you did before, but with albedo, kazuha and scaramouche, please? ❞

; I’m so sorry this took so long! Keyboard issues- but I hope it’s okay regardless :D

; 4/4/22

; Fluff

; CW: physical touch, gossiping (scaramouche)

pt. 1 !

     𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗼 ‘𝗞𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘇’

✧ All you have to do to make the renowned Chief Alchemist burst out into honey-sweet laughter is make a fool of yourself: being clumsy with equipment, acting silly to appease Klee, anything like that. Obviously he’d be somewhat upset if you managed to knock over or soil really important notes, but watching you stumble around all flustered just brings a smile to his face. You just look so…adorable; scrambling to apologize and simultaneously clean up the spilled bottle of water that you mistook for something severely important- why is he laughing so hard, this is serious!! You’d sigh, picking up the bottle before you fully caught a look at him- then you were awestruck. He’s beautiful when he laughs, and his laughter itself sounds like a song even a renowned bard wouldn’t do justice.

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Day 1: Broken Promises - Childe

Warnings: Character death ig?

"You--" His eyes were full of hurt and betrayal, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

How had it come to this?

You and Childe had been planning an anniversary for the two years you've been together, and you had to laugh at his childish excitement. But he had just kissed you lightly on the cheek and skipped off. You could almost see the flowers and sparkles he left in his wake.

The both of you had made plans to go to Xinyue Kiosk after he picked you up from work.

Today's commissions were nothing new, just a couple of balloon sabotages, a few requests, and-- oh. There was an emergency, and it required you to defeat a ruin hunter.

You bit your lip, worrying it between your teeth. Was it worth it? You could try and see if Childe had any debts near there... No. You shook your head, slapping your cheeks gently. It wasn't worth it to pull Childe away from his work.

So you set off, leaving that commission for last. The rest of the commissions were easy enough, and you found yourself standing before the ruin hunter's alleged location soon enough.

The place was suspiciously empty, and you walked in slowly, readying your weapon. You just had to paralyze it and rip its core out. A quiet, mechanical whirring reached your ears, and you spun around...

And immediately jumped to the side.

The ruin hunter didn't wait around, launching a series of attacks that you barely deflected or dodged. You were getting fatigued, and the ruin hunter... well, it could hardly get tired, could it?

"Y/N!"

You turned, the voice catching you off guard. The rusty blade cut through your side, igniting an explosion of pain and startling wetness.

"Y/N! Oh shit--"

Dimly, you were aware of Childe falling to his knees beside you. He pulled off his scarf and wadded it up, pressing it against your side.

"Stay with me, Y/N."

A thick, cottony numbness was starting to spread, and you brushed your fingers against your side. It came away red, and you turned away from them, sickened by the sight.

"Y/N, talk to me," Childe pleaded. Water nudged at your side-- Childe's own brand of healing-- and a pleasant warmth spread through you. It poked and prodded and lacked none of the finesse that healers usually possessed, but it was Childe, and that was enough.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, anything, but Childe's face melted away, leaving you alone in the ruins.

The ruin hunter clicked methodically, and you swore it was laughing as it raised its blade for the final blow. You smiled sadly, closing your eyes.

Forgive me... Ajax.

---

"Lord Harbinger."

"What is it?" Childe wiped blood away from his face and sent a wave of water rushing down his arms and clothes, rinsing off the worst of the gore. His voice was colder than the snowstorms of Snezhnaya, and he took delight in how the recruit cringed.

"The new recruits are ready for your briefing, sir."

"Take me there."

The click of his boots was deafening against the wooden podium erected in the middle of the snowy forest, and Childe raked his eyes across the crowds of black clad agents, huddled into their winter coats.

"Today, you are inducted under my order. From this day forward, you will honor the oaths you have made to Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, and you will stop at nothing to bring Snezhnaya to victory." The memorized speech slipped easily from Childe, and he surveyed the visions glinting in the dull Snezhnayan winter light.

"You shall sweep through this land like the icy winds of the furthest north, as strong as the hoarfrost of Zapolyarny Palace. You will chill the very marrow in our enemies' bones." A glint of blue. Hydro? No, Cryo.

"Her Majesty expects of you loyalty, ruthlessness, and meticulousness, for the trials that we face are harsh, and our enemies are naught but obstacles in the Tsaritsa's path to her noble goals."

Childe paused for a moment. Yes... why not? You weren't here, after all. No one to temper his bloodlust. He summoned his blades, which hardened into ice in the winter air.

A crazed smile made its way onto his face. "Now, let's have a celebratory spar, shall we?"

---

Boring. Boring, boring, boring.

No one gave him a challenge. No one put up a fight. No one... No one came close to you. He was about to dismiss his blades, but he heard the creaking of a bow being pulled back. Slowly, he turned around.

Your determined face stared back at him. Those eyes, those frostbitten and chapped lips, and the steady pulse of your Cryo vision.

A sign.

He stumbled towards you, closing his hand around the arrow you had nocked in your bow. The cold was so extreme it snapped at his skin, and he heard your muted gasp as he drew close.

"Y/N?" He croaked.

You made a questioning noise, tilting your head to the side-- the way you always did when he asked you a question. "Lord Harbinger?"

"You--" His eyes stung with snow and tears, and he cried two words into your chest. "You promised."

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I got him in 2 days, i literally burned more than 20 of my serum for him. Well yk anything for his ass <3

Thanks to Huda Niki’s YouTube video, I was able to do accomplish the impossible. I was able to awaken Lee’s Grand Blue skin.

Lee’s Summer skin requires 10k of those Morning Cup things. I was so alarmed by this news, my PGR playtime went through the roof. Life drew my attention away from the game for months, but in just three days, I played the game like a madman, wondering if I’d ever be able to get a new skin for Lee. Trying to earn as many Cups as possible. Because in the name of Babylonia, he deserved a new skin. And I can’t spend any money on him.

But then, just when I felt all hope was lost, i found Huda’s video. They instruct you to Auto Clear Resource stages, with multiple or maximum attempts, to quickly earn a lot of Cups. And like a charm, it worked for me. I earned Lee’s skin in two days. No lie. I started off with about 350 of those Cup things, too. But here’s the thing.

Auto Clearing stages, with multiple or maximum attempts, quickly burns through Serum.

I repeat: Auto Clearing stages, with multiple or maximum attempts, quickly burns through Serum.

If you’re trying to earn Cups for Lee’s new skin, and want to speed things up, please please PLEASE consider your Serum supply and comfort level before using the strategy in Huda’s video. I burned through almost my entire Serum supply in two days. And I play for just a few hours a day. If you play more than I do, you’ll definitely burn through it a lot quicker using this strategy.

If you would rather NOT burn through your Serum, I recommend completing single stages that require high amounts of Serum. High amounts of Serum means higher amounts of Cups.

I had plenty of Serum, though, and was comfortable burning through it. Here’s the video I found, but whatever you choose to do, I wish you all the best.

A/N: I’m so mentally ill about him. 80 pulls and his lim hasn’t come home yet pls akito I love you your dinner is getting cold. Once again, this is very self indulgent I just love Akito

*ೃ༄ Waking up with Akito

You could only register two audible sounds as you slowly blinked your eyes open—the soft buzzing of the ceiling fan, and the gentle breeze of Akito’s quiet breaths against the nape of your neck.

This was a rare occurrence. On the weekdays, Akito got up early for school, and on the weekends, he got up early to practice for whatever event was upcoming. For these two reasons, whenever he slept over, he’d always leave as soon as he woke up—not without giving you a wordless kiss on the forehead, and pulling the covers up to rest snuggly beneath your chin, of course.

Somehow, by the will of some god, Toya had convinced Akito to take the Saturday off, telling him that even the hardest of workers needed to take rest days every so often. He’d had an event the night prior, and a particularly taxing school day—so to say he was spent would be an understatement. Your poor, exhausted, sleepy boy.

You were roped back into reality as Akito nuzzled himself further into the nape of your neck, strands of whispy ginger hairs tickling your jaw and cheek. You took a deep breath, gently bringing a hand to scratch lightly at his scalp, and bringing the other to rest on the small of his back.

Typically, Akito preferred that you were the one laying on him, but somehow, you woke up like this quite often. You found it amusing—how he always tried his hardest to be cool and stoic, when in actuality, he really was a big baby. It was endearing, as much as it embarrassed him whenever you brought it up.

In an attempt to get more comfortable, you tried your hardest to wriggle your body into a better position without scooting Akito off of you—quickly prompting a huff and a groan.

“Stop moving...”

“You’re awake?”

“I am now.”

You craned your neck to kiss his forehead, mumbling an apology for waking him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, noticing the sun had still yet to rise, as your eyes flickered towards the window. It must’ve been 5 am or earlier.

“Nah, it’s fine.” The ginger sighed, “Why are you even awake this early, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I just randomly woke up.” You yawned, nuzzling your cheek into the crown of his head. “It’s weird that you’re still here, huh?”

He huffed against your skin. “Do you want me to leave?” The boy deadpanned.

You sucked your teeth, your hand stroking his hair slowly. He could be such a shithead when he wanted to be. “Of course not, I’m just saying. I don’t usually get to cuddle you like this in the mornings…”

He chuckled breathily, lazily pecking at the juncture of your neck. “Lucky you, then.”

Akito had a tendency to be more tender than usual in the early morning and late night, his affection at an all time high from 10pm-6am. Perhaps being tired made him clingy—not that you minded whatsoever. It was a welcome habit.

The boy pulled the covers tighter around you both, sighing with content. “I’m goin’ back to sleep,” He muttered against your skin, “It’s not everyday I get a full eight hours.”

“Okay then,” you answered, “Guess I will too.”

Akito leaned upwards to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, scooting closer to you as he rested his head back down once more.

You smiled, embracing his warmth as your arms squeezed him tightly. “I love you.”

Akito shut his eyes, feeling his consciousness slowly leaving him. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

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TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

childhood friends to lovers trope with him. a bittersweet story, sour in some parts, butterfly inducing in others. by the end of it, you’ll end up hand in hand with the man who you’ve known forever. the gap-toothed, rosy cheeked, pudgy boy is now the man who stands beside you today. the one who cries while reading out the vows he’s memorised off by heart.

MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO

enemies to lovers. you find him spoiled, childish and insufferable; while he on the other hand has never been bothered by you. this just rules you up more. the two of you begin to notice each other more and more, argue more and more— refuse to admit the obvious feelings you hold for each other. all until it boils over into a tearful confession and a heated kiss.

KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI

the forbidden lovers. a boy with a bad reputation, residing in a brothel? pft. you’d be crazy if you thought your family would accept him, let alone even let you be around him. secret meetings, sneaking out in early hours of the morning, kisses and intertwined fingers when no one’s looking your way. eventually, someone finds out, and it’s burnt out with you having to be torn away from his arms. maybe someday, in the future, you’ll meet.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

past life trope. no matter how many times you die, in your next life, you’ll always be bounded to him. it’s painful having to watch him die, or a life where you have to leave him- it’s all so horrible. but you always know you’ll meet him again. whether it be in the middle of an apocalypse, or a life where you’re reborn as a princess and him a prince- you know that he is bounded to you.

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

exes to lovers. you’re still yearning for him after he’s left, he’s still waiting for you. you’re still the only one who can make him feel at ease. you’re each other’s solace, it was just right person, wrong time. stealing glimpses when you catch each other at the convenience store, fleeting glances across the table when you go out with the friends you still share. eventually growing and maturing, only to realise, he’s the only one you can ever love and winning him back.

KEISUKE BAJI

brother’s best friend. you’re off-limits, and while you crush on him majorly, he always tells you he still sees you as his own little sibling. only because he doesn’t wanna face your older brother’s wrath. he grows up alongside your brother, they go to college together and by the time he comes back; you’ve grown up so much and you’re beautiful. just like before. he might just have a chance with you.

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

friends to lovers. so sweet and mushy it causes a tooth ache. you’re each other’s best friend, you can confide in each other anytime. you ask him what it’s like to kiss, and he offers himself up to you. practicing a kiss on your best friend. things go wrong in the middle due to miscommunication, but by the end, you’re back on your feet and side by side with your best friend and partner for life. he’s a ride or die.

HAKKAI SHIBA

firsts. a sweet, slow, blossoming romance. you’re his first everything. taking baby steps together. exploring relationships with him at your side. kissing him for the first time, holding his hand for the first time. spending your first valentines together, gifting each other a small gift each. it’s all so sweet and sappy. watching him fumble and blush and struggle to make eye contact with you because he’s just so shy.

YUZUHA SHIBA

summer romance. holding hands with her on the pier is a distant memory. bouquets of wild flowers that die by the time it’s autumn. polaroids with curling corners of her hair blowing in the august breeze as she sits on the beach. torn love letters shoved to the bottom of your drawers and her floral skirt scrunched up in the back of your closet. summer is gone and bitter winter nips at your nose. you miss her warmth oh so much.

NAHOYA KAWATA + SOUYA KAWATA

love triangle (they both like u tho help). complete opposites, they appeal to you in different ways. nahoya is a wild ride, sneaking into your room at midnight and taking you on spontaneous trips. souya is gentle and kind, he holds your hand and cleans your scraped up knees from all the times you’ve fallen. caught in the middle of two wonderful men, and you just can’t make up your mind.

SHUJI HANMA

fwb. night after night, he leaves after taking what he wants. he’s quick and fleeting. there’s really no love in his actions, and no longing in his voice. he puts on a front, builds up his walls so high you can’t break through. it’s only when you put a stop to the arrangement does he realise how badly he’s messed up. pouring his heart out in a drunken phone call and regretting it the day after when he wakes up with a pounding headache, the bright side is a worried you tending to his every need.

IZANA KUROKAWA

arranged marriage. he’s cold and distant at first. not knowing how to feel about all of this. but after he warms up, after he gets to know you, after he stops being so mean; he falls hard and fast. so fast that it gives you whiplash. the tide changes. he’s happy and he wants to make you even happier. it takes a while to regain your trust, apologise for the many times he’s hurt you, but to see you smile; he would do anything.

SEISHU INUI

prince/servant. it’s a death sentence for you. to be creeping around in the royal gardens past hours, waiting for the young crown prince to appear with a rose in hand. you want to run away and so does he. he wants to get away from the hectic and pressures of royal life, wants to live a normal life with you. wants to grow old with you.

HAJIME KOKONOI

unrequited love. you’ll always be second best, you’ll never elicit that same smile on koko’s face as she once did. he’ll always pretend to love you. pretend your her. whisper goodnight to her when it’s you laying down in bed. and yet you stay, because you’re in love with a man who’ll never love you back fully.

RAN HAITANI

body swap. it’s the mutual hatred you hold for each other that causes it. he’s stuck at school, in your body, trying his hardest not to fail classes for you. while you’re out fighting on the streets of roppongi, got rindou wandering what happened to his strong older brother. you only switch back after confessing how you’ve grown to feel about each other. then life goes back to normal- with a little added romance.

RINDOU HAITANU

fake dating. he wants to prove to his brother that he can get any girl he wants. wants to prove to everyone that he’s just as suave, just as handsome as his brother is. and you? well you want to make his older brother jealous. everything blows over and comes out eventually, the two of you realise you’re simply meant for one another.

HARUCHIYO SANZU

soulmates. bounded by soul. his name is engraved in your heart. you can’t escape each other. he’s incredibly loyal, to the point of no return. no matter what hardships you face, he’ll always be there by your side. he feels your pain, hears your thoughts, shares your joy. sanzu is there for you every step of the way.

SENJU AKASHI

opposites attract. she’s loud and excitable, you can be a little stern and boring. you melt around her, she’s technically your foil, chalk and cheese; by you get along like the best of friends. you love each other to bits and you would never change anything about her, and senju would never change you either.

TAKEOMI AKASHI

best friends brother. it’s risky. he’s older too. always felt unattainable. you meet one day at senju’s twenty-first birthday party, he hasn’t seen you since you were a little tot; running around after his energetic sister. you’re so pretty. so grown up. lost the baby fat from your cheeks, filled in your clothes just right and your hair is a little longer now. it’s secret. passionate kisses where no one will find you; embraces behind closed doors. it’s so… dirty. yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The way your writing is so fucking good?? It’s such a joy to read and you have such a distinct style that has me straight up kicking my feet :’)

I saw in your bio that requests are open, have you ever considered… reader getting hurt somewhere far from civilisation and Leon running himself absolutely ragged trying to get them help? Just holding them so tightly, running until his heart feels like it’s about to burst because he just needs them to be okay, I feel like he would stop at nothing to keep from losing the people he loves, ya know?

Anyway, hope you have a great day! <3

thank u so much aaaa <3333!!!! im feelin sad and devious so have fun with this one!!!

warning: angst, blood mention, death

Leon can’t remember the last time he cried.

He’s lived through suffering and destruction and death, and pieces of those memories still reside within him as little fragments of glass that puncture and tear and burrow. He’s tried to move on, to grit his teeth and bear the pain, but it always comes back. Always worse than last time.

You bleed a dark pool into the patch of grass you had collapsed upon. Touching your chest leaves his hands slick and sticky. The knees of his pants stain.

He radios in to HQ, calls for evacuation, medevac, help. The line statics. The BSAA soldiers are miles away by now.

It was supposed to be a cleanup, a simple job, and now you’re dying.

He doesn’t think straight. He can’t now. He loves you, and you’re dying, and he’s failed everyone he’s ever cared about.

As he strips off your gear, he thinks of Raccoon City. As he cuts away your shirt, he thinks of his parents.

Who does he have left? Who, besides you?

He whispers things (I love you, stay with me, it’s alright, I love you, don’t leave me, I love you), and you’re choking. Trying to speak. The light drains from your eyes and still, you cup a chilled, wet hand over his jaw.

“‘m okay,” you say, hoarse and choked-out. So weak. Weak and pallid and he’s never felt so helpless in his entire fucking life.

The blood won’t stop. He recalls his training and second-natures the first-aid steps, but the smell of iron makes him nauseous and your weakening grip on his shirt rips away his reason.

He picks you up, and he runs.

If he remembers right—please let him remember right—Delta team heads west. He can reach them. He can reach them and the medic they travel with. They’ll patch you up and call for medevac and you’ll survive.

He can’t fail you. Not again. Not like the others.

The path is uneven, and stray branches catch his clothes, and his lungs heave to the point of bursting, and he might collapse soon. You might die.

But he’s stubborn and strong-willed, and he has to see things through to the end.

That’s what I love most about you. He remembers the way you had smiled, all toothy and jesting. Smeared head-to-toe with dirt after following him to the ends of the earth, after crawling into a collapsed bunker owned by some retired Umbrella scientist to save him. Maybe you could be a little more careful about it, though.

The moment he realized he loved you.

It terrified him at first. Becoming soft again, tender-hearted, lovesick.

Later, when you said you loved him, when he admitted his own secret, when he kissed you in the quiet shadows of that warehouse, he knew he was done for.

His knees buckle, and he collapses. Mud seeps through his pants, chills down to bone, but he never lets you go.

The comms still ring with static. 

Delta team is nowhere to be found.

Your body rests limp against his chest. The blood has stopped, now thick and half-dried on his skin. On yours.

He stares down at you. At the ash of your complexion. At the glassy eyes, void of light, wide-open, fixed to a point just over his shoulder. When he tilts your chin, skin cold against his fingers, your unbroken gaze follows.

Already, he misses their color. The starshine when you looked at him. The wrinkle of your brow when you grew angry. The scrunch of your face when you smiled.

Already, he speaks of you in past tense. 

Your chest never expands again. Your heart never thumps beneath his palm. There’s no pulse—he checks three places three different times.

The comms spark to life with a message from HQ. Bird on standby, Delta team half a mile due west. Respond… respond… Respond.

He looks down at you—you, who believed in him, who taught him what love felt like, who followed him to the ends of the earth—now a corpse, another failing, another memory of jagged edges and broken glass.

And he cries.