heaven to hell.

[frostwinds]

— frostwinds. an 18+ multi ft. less clutter, more women, and various characters from series such as jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact, gangsta etc. written by izzy. rbs are highly appreciated, but if you’d like me to check out your blog first, just tap the ❤️ and i’ll be happy to oblige.

[infiniteterritory]

Sunlight on rumpled sheets and the smell of pine.

@kaigyokus + @frostwinds / toji & hotaru.

when hotaru goes to bed, she goes to bed alone, shamelessly enjoying the full width of her bed without having to share it with anybody. she sleeps well, long past the days of worrying where or what her husband, toji, is doing. of course she cares, but toji’s like a feral cat, having known what it’s like to be outside for too long. she doesn’t blame him for that. but really, the least he could do is call, hmph.

when hotaru wakes up, it’s warm. sunlight streams through the open window, lighting up the bedroom and beside her is toji nestled close to her, strong arm thrown loosely over her waist, sound asleep.

huh.

she glances at the open window and sighs. figures.

“quit moving,” toji grumbles, idly patting hotaru’s entire face with his hand in an attempt to get her to settle before sidling closer like a needy cat, slowly drifting off to sleep again.

hotaru makes a face, catching his thick wrist and putting his arm back where it came from. lying on her side, she studies toji and he looks well, all things considered. maybe tired, but aside from that, he doesn’t have any visible injuries from what she can tell, which means his latest gig was no doubt successful. holding a soft breath, she reaches out with her fingertips to gently trace the jagged scar across his lips.

“hotaru.”

unable to help herself, she snorts. alright, alright, she’ll stop and let him sleep. with a lazy yawn, she slips her arms around toji and very indulgently rests her head on his pillowy chest. heavenly blessed, indeed!

but soon enough, she falls back asleep, smiling, tangled with toji’s arms and legs, and neither of them wake up until early noon.

good.

[infiniteterritory]

"what's with the attitude?" @ megumi from toji

@frostwinds / toji & megumi.

it’s weird having his father back in his life.  no, not weird.  more like ... 

“annoying,” megumi glares, cutting and cold — a carbon copy.  he has no interest in the man who left him and his sister for the majority of his life.  no interest in the man who couldn’t bother and carelessly named him ‘megumi’.  if toji thinks he’s interested in making up for lost time, then he’s dead wrong.  after all, it’s like gojou sensei said — you always die alone.

and just because his father also happens to be a teacher doesn’t mean he has to respect him either!  maybe what pisses him off more than anything is the fact that toji is undeniably talented.  in fact, the man is a monster, capable of disarming and maiming any opponent in the blink of an eye.  he used to think maki-san’s physical prowess was terrifying, but his father is on a completely different level.

no doubt that pisses maki-san off too, but she seems eager to learn anyway.  traitor.

megumi sighs, “i have no choice but to accept you as my teacher, but that’s it.  so, please don’t act so familial with me because i have no interest in ‘father’.”

[halveablock]

forged by fire

[orapronobispeccatoribus4-18-201]

im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. that doesnt make me stupid. ill fucking kill you

[frostwinds]

tag dump. ✨

[frostwinds]

"hey," yuuta calls to maki with a little wave, "it's apparently white day today so ah ..." be brave, yuuta. you can do this. "here!" he thrusts a carefully packaged little box of handmade chocolates, complete with a little silk ribbon, into her hands and immediately runs off before she can say anything. the tips of his ears burn hot. "if they taste bad, i'm sorry! i tried my best!"

“that dolt... why’d he have to run away?” there’s a grumble as maki watches him stalk off with his tail tucked between his legs, brows drawn together. to thrust a present into her hands without giving her a chance to say something... not that she’s any better when it comes to these things, but still. what an idiot. 

it’s just chocolate. what’s the big idea? 

looking up from her gift, she holds her free hand to her mouth, calling after him: “IF THESE ARE BAD, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT! I’LL KILL YOU FOR RUINING MY FIRST WHITE DAY EXPERIENCE, OKKOTSU YUTA.”

heh. that’ll show him. but this box...

she stifles a snort, covering her mouth as her cheeks heat up.

... cute.

[frostwinds]

@dawnviction​ / beidou & ningguang.

“you don’t look too happy,” she teases, surrendering an arm to comb her gloved fingers through ningguang’s hair. rice water and... something sweeter and headier. luxurious, she hums, rubbing the lock pressed to her nose between her calloused fingers. only the best for liyue‘s royalty.

and it’s all beidou’s to enjoy.

“... were you waiting?”

[dawnviction]

@frostwinds / beidou & ningguang.

every night, just before bed, ningguang watches the north star from atop her shining balcony.  from above, she has a perfect view of the night ocean, dark and glimmering, full of smaller stars and city lights.  she sits at the edge, not sure what she’s looking for, not sure what she expects to see, but she watches and waits anyway, scanning the horizon and enjoying the cool night breeze until her eyes grow heavy with sleep.

well, that’s not true now, is it?  ningguang knows exactly who she hopes to see.

even as a distant dot across the vast ocean, ningguang would know.  she knows that woman’s ship intimately like the back of her hand.  she knows that woman intimately like the back of her hand.  ( or does she?  that woman surprises her every day — what an unpredictable storm ).  thunder and lightning seems to follow her wherever she goes, cracking at her heels like obedient dogs as if nature’s storms are hers and hers only to wield.

what a grand show-off.

( begrudgingly, ningguang admits she’s a little impressed and wonders if that woman dreams of her too ).

but there are no ships approaching her harbor tonight.

all is calm in her city.  merchants sleep fitfully, dreaming of tomorrow’s deals and earnings.  children sleep soundly, not a care in the world, dreaming of fantastic wonders only whimsical youth can provide.  “sleep well, all,” ningguang whispers to her slumbering city below, eyes softening, impossibly fond before she turns away from her window to retire for the night too.

not at all concerned, she leaves the window slightly ajar to welcome the sweet breeze into her bedchambers.  some fresh air is good for the skin, after all.

but hours after she falls prey to sleep, ningguang wakes up in the middle of the night, broad hand suddenly clapped over her mouth and she startles, quickly assessing the situation and discovering that her hands have not been bound.  ready to counter, she prepares her cast, but the identity of her attacker soon dawns on her.

after all, she would recognize her calloused hands and the sea-salt scent of her hair anywhere.

beidou.

“you,” ningguang gasps, ungracefully smacking away the pirate’s hand, “wait a moment.”  her brow furrows — visible disapproval and exasperation.  such is only typical when dealing with beidou.  “what have you done with my guards, pirate?”

“you’ll find new ones,” beidou shrugs, not bothered in the slightest, vaguely amused by ningguang’s sour countenance more than anything.

ugh, of course.  of course!  why did she dream of seeing this insufferable woman again?

rolling her eyes, ningguang turns over, spitefully facing away from the pirate captain to try and catch at least a couple of hours of sleep if she’s lucky.  tomorrow’s a big day.  more mora to add to the pot, more deals, more —

“i’ve come all this way and you’re just going to ignore me?”

before she can reply, ningguang feels strong arms wrap around the little of her waist, but makes no move to move.  obviously, she’s had a long day and she’s far too comfortable to move.  it has very little to do with the fact that beidou is warm.  very, very, very little.

“yes,” ningguang huffs, but she’s already melting into her, finally turning to face her to claim a kiss from the handsome captain, savoring the liquor on her tongue.  “next time,” she breathes, her sigh sweet, “use the front door.”

[reehlia]

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