like i'm sorry but we as a fandom have to stay firm on our anti-AI values. we cannot suddenly start giving AI a pass when it's something we "want to see" like destiel kisses. it's not suddenly fine. we're not going to start using AI to make fanfic scenes come to life or audio AI to make characters "say" stuff we want to hear. you have GOT to be firm on your anti-AI stance. if you start making exceptions then suddenly anything will fly. fandom is for real art and creations made by real people. no AI fanfics. no AI art. no AI rendered "bonus" scenes. no AI audio. none of it has a place here.
this includes c.ai btw. I literally do not care if it “helps you write”. You can ask someone with experience in writing for help. You don’t. Need. The robot. A human’s advice will ALWAYS be better than the advice of a robot.
Ever wondered what Victor and Yuri would have been doing to try to stay sane during Quarantine? 😷 No? Just me? Well...I drew this during the pandemic to try to keep MYSELF sane! 🤣 Looks like Vic and I did the best we could. 🥴
(I've been waiting to post this since 2021! And now that I finally completed #YurioNotSoNiceTraining Season 1, the time has finally arrived!) 💖
Okay so I loveddddd your writing of the let’s make out headcanons!!! Can you do a version where the character says it to the reader? Your writing is so good and you write the characters reallly well!!
the house wardens + jamil saying “let’s make out” every time YOU do something hot
summary: every time you do something attractive the housewardens can’t help but say ‘let’s make out’
trope: established relationship, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, reassurance
info: name calling, cursing, self doubt, they/them pronouns, gender neutral reader, not proofread
you could tell it was a lie but he looked so cute trying to justify his reasons.
“y’know you don’t have to make up stuff for us to make out, you could just ask.”
his whole face starts to turn a different color, “I did not make that up! it is the queens rules and I must follow them!”
riddle would never admit he was in fact making it up because you looked absolutely stunning, he loved spending alone time with you. the two of you were painting the roses, riddle was going to reward you with dessert but he couldn’t wait. you just being there, painting was making him flush and wanted to kiss you badly.
you laughed then grabbed him by his bow tie, pulling him closer to your face.
“well then, who am I to question the house warden? go on, you’re not going to break a rule aren’t you riddle?” you smirked as you fiddle with the ends of his bow tie.
riddle moved forward before he could process anything. his body moved faster than his brain so he lunged back, flustered.
“w-wait! ahem. it’s also the queens rule to do it in private… someone could see…”
“hmm what if it was the rule to do it in public? would you do it?”
“absolutely not! I don’t want to hear it from ace or trey… please let’s just go inside before I change my mind…” riddle was already rushing inside hand in hand with you, using his other hand to hide his red face.
“you’re the one that said it was a rule, you’re going to break that rule now mr. roseheart?”
he sighs, you’ll be the death of him.
Leona
nonchalant king
it’s not a suggestion, you ARE making out right then and there
there’s nothing more attractive to leona than you claiming him as your own.
he’s always been second to everyone and everything. but seeing you like this?
“we’re going to make out.” it’s not a question, he’s demanding it.
leona was waiting in the botanical garden for you, enjoying the quiet when he started hearing students near by. he tried to ignore it but he suddenly heard your voice, he wasn’t super interested in the conversation until he heard his name.
“you’re really dating leona? I bet he buys you whatever you want right?”
“what a gold digger. you’re only dating him for his money. plus he’s a prince, you hit the jackpot.”
“too bad he’s the second prince, not much going on. you should have tried for malleus.”
leona was getting pissed, he was going to march his way over there until he heard your booming voice.
“you’re lucky I don’t slap the shit out of you two. it’s none of your business, but for the record I am not dating him for his money. I couldn’t care less and he’s still a prince who has more class than you.”
your face darkened as you stalked close to them
“I’m dating leona for him, he’s the most sweetest and thoughtful person I know, and he knows how to treat people right instead of taking out his jealousy on other people.”
you were defending him, leona knew you could defend yourself but you were also defending him.
leona could have easily stepped in before the whole situation started but seeing how things played out, he’s glad he didn’t.
“is there a problem here?” leona was towering over the two as they were about to continue. shutting them up they shook their heads and left with a scoff.
“babe I’m sor-“
“we’re making out. now.” leona tugged you behind a tree, leaning down to attach his lips to yours, leaving you no room to deny, caging you in his arms.
leona is acting like a starved man by the way hes devouring your lips, leaving you no time to think.
“that was kind of hot herbivore.” it was extremely hot to him but he’s just going to show you how attractive he found you defending him was. just wait until you get back to his room.
Azul
full of bull
also will make an excuse, says it’s his payment for doing smth for you
“y/n dear, could you meet me in my office to discuss something.”
what did you do now… you don’t remember doing anything wrong.
you were helping out in the lounge since it was busier than usual.
once azul closed the door shut,
“I propose a deal. we make out right now and later.. and I’ll give you the day off tomorrow with some of our newest drinks that i know you love.”
honestly, azul has been stressed all day and is just throwing out random ideas to have an excuse to make out with you.
he’s not going to just straight up ask, this is a give and take world.
“uhm, but it’s still pretty busy out there—“
“I assure you they’re capable of running things for a few minutes. or hour..”
you were his escape and he needed it badly, it was a madhouse out there. he usually could handle it but it also didn’t help how attractive you looked while taking peoples orders, persuading them into buying more than what they came for.
“please my pearl, remember that time I babysat grim? you still owe me for that.”
that one time that happened two months ago that you’ll never let happen again.
you remember azul used that the last time he wanted to make out with you, but you weren’t going to rain down on his parade just yet.
you knew azul was just going to keep persuading you until you agreed. he would never outright say he wants to kiss you no, he has a reputation to uphold.
you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and smashing your lips against his.
he let out a squeal from shock, he didn’t expect that.
his face flush from that embarrassing noise he made but held you close, deepening the kiss as he felt his stress melt away. he’s not planning on letting you go anytime soon, the outside world can wait and deal with themselves.
Kalim
he just loves kissing you, you don’t have to be doing anything and he’ll still say it
will get pouty and pepper you with kisses until you agree
“let’s make out!”
"kalim... we're supposed to be studying right now."
"we have! don't I get a reward for studying? sometimes once I finish jamil gives me a treat!" kalim has been staring at you for the past 20 minutes.
you promised jamil to study with kalim and make sure he gets his work done but its not going so well.
"okay but you only answered two questions then started staring at me."
"you look so pretty! your serious face is so cute, how am I supposed to focus when you look like that! I want to make out with you!” he doesn’t give you time to say anything, kalim is already pouting and putting his best puppy dog eyes while peppering small kisses across your face.
“pleaassseee, just a small break then i’ll do my work! i promise!! pleaseee let me kiss youuu” he whines as he wraps his arms around your neck, practically on top of you while leaving sad kisses on your cheek.
“I need my daily y/n kisses or I can’t make it throughout the day! i’ve been deprived for so long…”
“I gave you a morning kiss, a kiss when I saw you, a kiss when you asked for one, a kiss when I left…”
kalim furrowed his eyebrows, “that doesn’t count! I need my daily make out kisses, completely different!”
you laughed at his kicked puppy look.
how could you say no to that face?
sighing you state, “alright. just for a minute then if you get an answer right i’ll give you a reward.”
“kisses reward?”
you nodded, “kisses reward.”
he giggling as he won, he slams his lips towards yours. playing with your hair as he deepens the kiss, he smiles every time you make little noises. kalim absolutely loves to kiss you silly and will do it every chance he gets.
Jamil
he just needs a break
usually says it at his breaking point so it’s really rough and quick sometimes
“let’s make out.”
it caught you so off guard. Jamil had pulled you into a storage room, you were carrying some paperwork you had to turn in but they soon were scattered from how quickly jamil pulled you in.
“w-what? babe I-“
“please, it will be quick I just…” his hand cupping your face as his lips brushed against yours, muttering against them
“I need this.” he murmured breathily before pressing his lips firmly while running his fingers through your hair.
“you looked so hot earlier,” he pushed you against the wall, gently squeezing your hip while traveling down kisses to your jawline
you didn't know how to react. it was rare when jamil showed pda especially this passionate in public. well you two were stuck in a closet but still anyone could walk in at any moment.
“you putting kalim and the others in their place.. you were so assertive.” his lips never leaving an inch away from you, “very hot of you.” he smirked as he looked up at you through his eyelashes.
he loves seeing how flustered you get because of him. he may not show much interest in public but that’s just because he’s a private person and loves teasing you when you two are alone.
he loves your little reactions.
“I-I just wanted them to give you a break”
“I appreciate you so much.” jamil sighs between your lips, rubbing circles on your hip while deepening the kiss.
jamil knew he should get back to his things but you were so addicting. how could he leave you right now?
he groans as he pulled away to look at you, smirking at your blown out expression
“let me show you how much I appreciate you, later tonight.” he winked before getting one last kiss then picking up your papers, leaving the room to turn in your work as if nothing happened.
jamil was completely unfazed unless you looked real close but you were red the rest of the day, clearly not thinking straight.
you will never get used to this side of jamil.
Vil
hear me out, he's secretly a freak
stress reliever
“are you sure it looks good?”
“my dear.. we’re not going out. we’re making out. right now.”
“w-huh?? but my outfit… is it not, or my makeup?”
the two of you were getting ready for date night, you had bought a new outfit for this occasion that you really liked but now you weren’t so sure if it looked good now.
vil on the other hand couldn’t look away. you looked absolutely radiant and you’re over here having second thoughts? please, he obviously needs to show you how good you look.
“my love you look stunning, there’s no need to worry.” vil was kissing you all over, you had some lipstick stains but he wasn’t going to tell you about that yet.
“baby.. we’re going to be late to our reservation..”
“we can reschedule or go somewhere else.”
vil couldn’t care less, he needed to make out with you now and show you how much he loves you.
“v-vil you’re going to mess up our makeup…”
he leans down, leaving more stains scattered across your neck and collarbone as he smirks against your warm skin.
“good. you look even more divine like this.”
he guides you to his bed not once breaking the kiss as he sets you down
“you’re perfect love, this outfit compliments you so well and you’re makeup looks even better now~” he smirks, caressing your face looking at you longingly
you turn to look at yourself through the mirror to see all the lipstick stains he left. you blush over how much of a mess you look.
“v-vil! I can’t go out like this! it’s going to take another 40 minutes to take this off and redo it.”
“why not? I think you look breathtaking, why not show everyone your beauty?” he mused, still trailing kisses over you.
“vil your makeup is messed up too” you state as you try to fix the smudges around his lips but he keeps diving back down into you.
“does it look like I can right now darling? right now I need to show you how much you mean to me. we can go out another day, I have all I need right here.”
vil cages you down before roughly yet gracefully devouring your lips.
he’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable in your own body just as you make him comfortable enough to look like an absolute mess in front of you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Idia
he would mumble it, thinking you didn't hear it
he didn’t mean it! (he totally meant it he just doesn’t know how to ask)
"we should totally make out..."
"okay."
"wh-HUHH?? y-you heard that?? I-I didn't mean it!”
you were helping out idia with some equipment he needed to fix. you picked up a couple things from watching him tinker plus this was a great opportunity to spend time with him.
idia wasn’t in the best mindset today so he kept messing up and getting frustrated when it still wasn’t working right so you wanted to give it a try to help him out. you fixed it just like that in seconds.
he watched you in shock. not only did you fix in on the first try but the face you make when you’re focused was just too much for him.
a strand of hair fell in front of your face, he wanted so badly to tuck it behind your ear but that would be totally cringe otome vibes.
“idy you can ask if you want to, I won’t judge.”
the tips of his hair are pastel pink as he fidgets with his sleeves.
“w-what the… can I exist and restart.. there’s gotta be an autosave before this…” he murmurs mostly to himself under his breath
even when he really wants to kiss you, he still gets in his head so even when he wants to, you have to initiate it.
you hold onto his hands and kiss his cheek. “no need to restart. this route is perfect.”
he gasps while looking at you with full blown out eyes, staring at you like you just deleted his saved file.
“you’re an ultra rare SSR…”
you laugh as you place your lips to his. you couldn’t get enough of this dork.
idia fiddles with the ends of your shirt as he ease into the kiss. you’re too good to him, he doesn’t know how or why you picked him but he’s beyond grateful.
and just like that something flipped inside him, he curled his hand around your neck before taking the lead. he still has self doubt so he’ll slip up but when you encourage him he grows confident.
leaving you two breathless with his hair full pink with blue accents. he smiles at you before kissing your temple then diving back into your lips, holding your hand with his free one to ground himself, letting him know this is okay and he’s doing good.
“I must have crazy gacha luck to have pulled you..”
Malleus
you breathe and he’ll say he wants to make out
100% whip, simp, yearning man
“child of man. I believe we should make out.”
“hmm?”
the two of you were taking a nightly stroll that you usually do mostly every night when you can.
it was a peaceful night, you would share things that happened during the day or whatever popped in your mind as you held hands.
the conversation soon died down into a comfortable silence as you took in sight of the night sky.
malleus was too busy staring at you to appreciate the night. the way the moonlight hit your face just right making you eternal which made his face feel warm.
he wanted nothing more than to take your breath away if you’ll let him.
“I would very much like to kiss you. I want us to have a make out session and leave you breathless to show you how you make me feel every time I lay eyes on you.”
your face heated up with every word malleus spoke.
you stopped walking to process his request. malleus is a gentleman so will only make a move if you’ll let him, if you don’t want to he’ll understand. he will get pouty but wants nothing more than for you to be comfortable.
he waits patiently but has that longing look in his eyes with a hint of desire.
“o-okay.” you nod, still flush as malleus steps closer, one hand caressing your face as if you’re a piece of glasswork then dipping down to capture your lips.
he pulls back to see your face then dives back in. each time becomes longer than the previous kiss. he sure was making you breathless.
you finally had to pull back to get some air but malleus goes down to nuzzle your neck, occasionally leaving kisses.
“you are absolutely ravishing child of man. what you’re feeling is how I feel every time you’re near, and I adore it. I would want nothing more than to leave you sweet kisses and show the world my queen.”
you don’t know what makes you more breathless, malleus’s words or his kisses.
“you sweet talker, get over here.” you needed to shut him up before you exploded. you pulled him down and smashed your lips to his.
malleus was in paradise.
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a/n: that scenario has been on my mind for leona but the others idk what to do T-T sorry if this is short! have a great day/night !
in which you were recently gifted a tube of lipstick from grim, you're unsure of where he got it or why he decided it's yours now but it's given you a fantastic idea.
(he probably stole it from vil somehow and wants to place the blame on you..)
note; malleus' is the shortest but the most full of love i swear to goooood but the post itself is quite long
part two!
if riddle could form a proper sentence right now, he might scold you for slacking off, or breaking rule six hundred and seventeen, or he may just ask you to do it again. if colours could speak, his face would scream in comparison to the red accents in the housewarden’s room, uniform and matching hair.
you attempt to keep a sober expression but he seriously cannot be so flustered by a single kiss? the red lip stain on his cheek is bright against the flush of his cheeks, as he sputters vowels and consonants, attempting to speak, to protest, to ask you what in the queen’s name are you doing.
you invited riddle over to the ramshackle dorm under the guise of needing help with studying, but you had this motive the entire time. riddle could feel your rebel to his help and directions if he ignored the obvious fact you hadn’t even cracked the spine of your book yet (to be fair it was only assigned today, and it was a new book), and the devious smile you attempted to hide until now.
riddle took a breath, finally feeling sensible enough, “what… was that.”
“affection, riddle. this isn’t new.” you shot, tone dripping in sarcasm.
“yes, my rose, i know that. i mean,” he grabs hold of your uniform tie, drawing you closer, “what’s with the lipstick?” your head probably could have exploded, where did this riddle come from and how can he be drawn out more often?
you press a swift kiss to riddle’s other cheek, thanks to the proximity. “i have no explanation,” you press another kiss onto his forehead, “i simply was gifted it,” a kiss to his temple, “this morning.” the grip riddle has on your tie loosens completely as it falls back onto your chest, slightly wrinkled from the force.
“i just had this ironed!” you frown.
“i-i’ll get it done again.” riddle stands, brushing invisible dust off his jacket, though nothing could distract from the shade of pink that covers his face.
“you’ll iron my tie for me? how kind.” you wrap an arm around riddle’s waist, pulling him close. he drops his forehead against your chest with a thud, inaudibly mumbling to himself.
you wrap your other arm around him as he takes your face between his hands, slightly squishing into your cheeks he drags your face to his height, kissing you feverishly.
“where did this riddle come from? i like him.”
“i just felt… bold i suppose.” riddle’s red tinted lips smile against yours.
“do it again!”
leona stirs underneath you. you’re sat, straddling either side of his hips, weight pressed on his defined torso. leona doesn’t know it but you’ve practically trapped him where he sleeps. where he’s asleep currently, that is. in your dorm.
on your couch.
using your pillows, taking in the setting sun like a true feline, though you would never dare utter the word feline anywhere near him lest you face the wrath of a moody boyfriend.
you silently laugh to yourself, leaning down and pressing your lips on the prince’s temple.
leona stirs again at that, attempting to roll over – he cracks an eye when you gasp. slowly, coming to his senses, he furrows his brows at your positioning. you weren’t there when he fell asleep, when did you do that, and why are you sitting on him with half of a sinister smile across your lips…
and when did your lips turn red? he brings a hand up to rub his face, trying to shake the sleep out of his fogged mind, but you catch his hand before it makes contant.
“don’t, it’ll mess up all my hard work,” you say with a half hint of embarrassment. (just a hint; only because you were caught before you could slip away undiscovered.)
leona’s confusion increases, as he detaches your hand from his wrist. he takes his freed hand up to your lips and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, smudging it further across the line of your lip.
he inspects his red finger, “is this… lipstick?” you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your chest. he looks ridiculous; eyes half lidded, nose crunched in focus and red marks painting his face.
your tinted lips curl upwards slightly into a smug grin, “maybe?” if leona knows one thing, it’s smug grins. he matches yours and wipes his thumb on your cheek, smearing the lipstick off his thumb and onto your skin.
you playfully swat his hand away and lean down to continue painting your masterpiece, placing another kiss on his skin – onto the spot between his eyebrows. leona’s hand find your hip, giving a teasing pinch to the side.
leona may be a prince used to some pampering, but this is some treatment he could get used to.
azul has a finger in every pie, as riddle likes to say. you’re very much aware of that as your boyfriend likes to talk your ear off about his investments, new opportunities and the lounge. you’re so very proud of all of his hard work but sometimes he gets off on a tangent that doesn’t stop until you make him. usually with a kiss. it flusters him just enough that he forgets what he was going on about and it works every time.
this time, however, was a bit different. azul didn’t take notice of the hue change of your lips as you leaned in and shut him up. drawing back, you snicker at his pursed lips and flushed cheeks, and the red lipstick smeared around his lips.
azul peeked in your direction, curious. you usually find it funny when he’s flustered like this but you were laughing a little too much. he noticed the messy red lipstick and furrowed his brows, wiping a finger across his lips.
you suppressed a smile as you watched him curiously examine his stained finger, “it’s lipstick.” he concludes.
“well… obviously? i thought that would have been pretty clear,” you grab his hand, wiping the red off of his finger.
before azul can retort you lean in to kiss him again; anywhere you can get your lips on before he shells himself away, utterly embarrassed. a kiss to his cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, other cheek, forehead again, has him sputtering, almost begging to be released.
azul places his free hand on your shoulder, trying to push you away while laughing between breaths. when you do back up, leaning back on your hand, he almost looks sad. (as if he wasn’t actively trying to get you off!)
“so, mister ashengrotto? feeling loved and appreciated yet?” you give him a toothy grin, watching as his face contorts from flustered to even-more-flustered. (if that’s possible.)
“well yes! i dare say i’m feeling very valued and cherished as well.” despite his rosy features, his voice is unwavering, full of conviction.
his confident, put-together outer layer completely melts away when you’re alone with him, but this has him absolutely on fire, a feeling no number could replace. numbers can’t give affection, you give it tenfold in their stead.
kalim’s permanent grin widens when you claim you’ve got a gift for him. he expectantly holds out his hands, making you shake your head.
“it’s more of an eyes closed kind of gift,” you start, kalim instantly squeezes his eyes shut. he puts so much trust in you that you worry jamil has eyes everywhere. everywhere. but you brush the jesting idea away, believing that you wouldn’t even be allowed on scarabia grounds if jamil didn’t trust you with the housewarden.
you turn to a nearby mirror, passing the tube of red lipstick over your lips. the smooth makeup applies nice and neatly. (doesn’t matter because you know it won’t be neat for long.)
you step back over to where kalim’s sitting on the edge of his bed, standing between his knees. he’s waiting not-so patiently, he looks like he’s almost vibrating, is he really that excited? you suppress a smile as you gently grab onto his jaw, tilting his head to the side as you press your lips to his cheek. his laughter immediately fills the room, making you press more kisses over his face. one to his forehead, one on the nose, another on the other cheek, his temples, and anywhere you can get before he’s laughing too much, pushing you away.
“it tickles,” he heaves a breath, “stop!” a wider smile grows on his face after seeing yours, the red lipstick you applied had smudged around your lips, looking not-so neat. his face isn’t much better, tan skin littered in red kisses.
while you’re mentally retaining the image of kalim covered in red lip marks, you notice him looking more intently at you. you raise a brow, curiously.
“my turn, give it here!” he reaches a hand out, expecting the tube of lipstick?
you look at him bewildered, “what?”
“my turn!” he repeats. he seems real set on returning the ‘gift’ it seems. kalim’s all smiles as you hand him the black tube. he exposes the stick and passes it over his own lips, tossing it aside and pulling you down to his seated height. he flattens his lips across the expanse of your face, getting at any skin he can just like you did to him.
when he deems he’s finished, you’re dazed and equally covered in red lipstick stains, smiles wide across your faces. matching stained faces for matching blitheringly infatuated idiots.
vil leans on the back of his vanity chair; his face littered in different coloured lip marks. the reason? he claims he wants to see which ones compliment him the most.
you know he already knows exactly which shades of each brand line do exactly that. (thanks, rook.) vil doesn’t know that you know he’s already figured this out.
you wipe the makeup remover-soaked cotton pad across your lips, ridding it of the pink. “what would all of your fans think if they knew you were being covered completely in rainbow kisses?” you wipe the moisture from your lips as vil reaches around you to grab another tube, but you stop him.
“i’m sure they would lose their minds,” you reach into your pocket, revealing a miscellaneous tube of lipstick, it matches none of the previously discarded lipsticks, nor does it have a brand logo on it. “where did you find this?” vil takes the lipstick in his hand, nimbly examining the exterior. he removes the top to reveal a rich, velvety red colour. his eyes widen just slightly.
“it’s a secret,” you wink and take the lipstick from him and apply it, smiling as you replace its cap and let it fall from your hand, onto a messy vanity behind you.
vil wraps an arm around your neck, drawing you closer to his seated level, “well, share your secret with me, if you would be so kind.” you swiftly close the gap between yourself and the housewarden, administering a healthy dose of red onto his lips and the surrounding skin.
he parts first, his cheeks dawn a hint of pink that’s hidden behind the various stains on his otherwise perfect skin. he truly is the most beautiful person ever. makeup or not, hair tied back or loose, vil is sincerely as pretty as the morning's first light, a flower; freshly bloomed, and a fresh set of nails.
“you’re staring. not that i mind,” you snap out of your hazy daydream about your gorgeous boyfriend and back into reality.
“yeah, sorry. you’re just really fucking pretty.” you lean down and tenderly kiss his forehead as he internally squeals like one of his fan-girls. he really hit the jackpot with you as his (second) biggest fan.
idia looks up at you with wide yellow eyes, but they have a sort of gloss over them that makes you believe he would not want you to get up and leave his dorm right now. you grin at his feeble attempt of a silent, inconclusive plea. an ask to what, you’re unsure because his face (minus the eyes) and hands grabbing at you tell you he’s very much enjoying you straddling his hips right now.
you reach into your pocket, revealing your master plan. a tube of lipstick, you swipe it over your lips once, then twice before replacing the cap and tossing it down, letting it hit the plush bedsheet you’re atop.
the translucent tips of his hair start to turn pink as you lean down towards his face. a trembling hand comes up to your shoulder, not pushing you away but seemingly grounding the housewarden underneath you. “how cute,” you smile against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his left cheek, then the right. one more on his forehead for good measure. maybe one more. okay, one last one couldn’t hurt.
you sit upright and drag a hand down idia’s chest, over the sweater you know is probably two sizes to large for him, (but that’s how he likes them you suppose and it just makes for a more comfortable sweater when you steal ‘em) while admiring the definitely not smudge-proof lipstick marks on idia’s face, giggling as you compare the red smears to his blue features. you wonder if-
the rapid rise and fall of idia’s chest catches your attention, it almost sounds like he’s hyperventilating, but when you look up to his face it’s surrounded by fiery pink hair and a flush across his cheeks, spanning down his neck, you realize he’s fine. probably a little more than fine.
“well, that’s some false advertising,” you smile, wiping at the edges of your lips lightly with a finger. idia snaps out of his stupor, hastily agreeing with a stuttered breath. his hands find your hips, giving you a small squeeze. you lean down and press a proper kiss to his lips, you lift away just as quick as you bent down, pushing idia back down as he chases you up, hoping for more. a pitiful whine escapes him as his hair burns brighter.
the red lipstick mixes with his natural blue lips gives him a sort of purple that would put the octavinelle’s house colour to shame. though, he almost looks forlorn. the usual solemn and gloomy housewarden; reduced to a blushing mess after a few kisses.
hilarious, isn’t it?
malleus’s eyes flutter shut, a pleased sigh escapes his lips. his hands, hidden by your sweater, trace messy patterns on your back as his nails scratch lightly. he’s unsure of how he got himself into this humanoid predicament but he’s not complaining.
you’re sat in his lap, placing kisses all over his face, leaving red lip marks behind.
“you look like you’re enjoying this more than i am, malleus.” you bring a hand up to rake it through his bangs, pushing them behind his horns and revealing the shiny scales hidden beneath.
the housewarden cracks a sharp emerald eye, examining your features. the slope of your nose, the curve of your stained lips, your eyelashes, cheeks. your eyes. oh how he loves your eyes, the way they look up to him with adoration, not fear or indifference like other humans do.
you cup his cheek, “malleus?”
he blinks once, twice. the gloss over his eyes breaks, refocusing on you. “i apologize, i was lost in thought.”
“i could tell,” you trace your finger to the tip of his ear, then drop your hand back into your lap. “what were you thinking of? me?”
“yes.”
“woah, okay. blunt!” heat rises to your face.
a hand leaves your back, trailing around your side and up to tuck a piece of hair away from your eyes. “was i not suppose to tell the truth?”
“no, malleus, you should have said you were thinking of pancakes.”
“but i wasn’t? i was thinking of-” you cut him off, placing a kiss on his lips.
“now, let me resume my art.”
malleus is more than happy to sit as still as the gargoyle statues he studies while you press kisses all over his face. he is, truly is.
this was so self indulgent i ain’t even sorry (is my favouritism showing??)
Burn Me, by me
T | Flash Fiction | Angst
If Tohru had to pick one word to describe how Kyo makes her feel, it would be heat.
Completely Hopeless, by me
T | Short Story | hurt/comfort
Tohru swoons on the way home from school after failing one of her midterms. How does Kyo get her home safe?
Dreams of Paradise, by Sky_Cloudtide
T | WIP | AU & angst
The Sohma family's lives are forever changed after summer vacation. Unable to live with the guilt, Kyo and Yuki look to the past, to find a way to fix the treasure they have lost.
fantasize.
E | Short Story | smut
Kyo’s mind runs rampant after seeing Tohru in a bikini for the first time.
forbidden fruit, by ArtificialFlavorz
E | Short Story | pining & smut
He watches, jaw set, as Tohru scribbles some numbers across the paper, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger absentmindedly, and tries not to picture how it would look wrapped around his hand, her neck arched backwards in pleasure. He decides he cannot blame Adam for the bite that expelled him from Eden.
Grasp, by sparklyfaerie
M | Short Story | pining & smut
As it turns out, living with a girl is dangerous.
i'll come closer to you (if you come over), by littlerosette
T | Short Story | pining
Tohru goes for a swim. Kyo's unlucky enough to catch her.
is it me that you see when you fall asleep? by sunflowerstarfruit
G | Short Story | hurt/comfort & pining
“I-“ Kyo started, a little shakily, before he cut himself off, pressed a fist to his chest and curled the other in the thin blanket on his bed. He swallowed, clenched his jaw, then tried again. “It was a nightmare,” he admitted, the words coming forced and raspy, raking a hand back through his hair. “About you,” he added in a hoarse whisper.
Lifeline, by me
T | Short Story | angst
Tohru sat on the floor of her room, clutching her knees to her chest. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay... She clung to the words like a lifeline, desperately seeking to reassure herself that she wouldn’t lose her mother again.
Lonely Future, by me
G | Flash Fiction | angst
Kyo Sohma didn't believe in soulmates.
Love Me Not, by me
T | Flash Fiction | angst
Tohru finds Kyo on the roof. Kyo convinces himself it doesn't mean anything.
must be love on the brain, by littlerosette
T | Tohru/Kyo | pining
Tohru has a secret admirer. Everyone reacts to it accordingly. Except Kyo.
My Hands on You is Just a Fantasy, by unscheduledmakeouts
E | Short Story | pining & smut
He likes exercising, it helps clear his mind. When it’s just him and the trail, high-tempo music pumping in his earbuds, he feels free. The steady rhythm of his feet hitting the dirt grounds him, reminds him that he’s strong and focused and capable. When he gets back home, Tohru is on her knees.
our dreams are not our own, by AnxietyAvocado
G | Short Story | Angst & Romance
they say that your dreams are your soulmate's memories
Pink Ribbons, by alytsum
G | Flash Fiction | angst
Kyo reflects as he is plagued by the color pink.
Please, Let Her Live, by goldfishoflove
G | Short Story | Angst
Sohma Kyou doesn't pray. Why would you, when you've met your god and she hates you? After Tohru's fall, Kyou is desperate, and Akito hears him.
Roots In My Dreamland, by lucybeee
T | Short Story | hurt/comfort
But when reality confronted her in her sleep, it was hard to run away. There was no way to hide. She was at her subconscious’s mercy until she was released and allowed to wake up as a panting, sweaty mess.
Taking on Your Curse, by modzy78
T | Novelette | angst & drama
Tohru didn't realize she actually made a New Year wish when she was talking to Kyo. And that some wishes do come true.
Year of the Cat, by Praemonitor
M | Novelette | pining
Contrary to popular belief, Tohru Honda was not naïve.
Getting Together
Adult Intervention, by Modzy78
T | Short Story | drama & romance
It's obvious Kyo likes Tohru, but he hasn't visited her in the hospital. Can anyone help him get his act together?
A Mandatory Attraction, by cithara0211
E | WIP | AU & smut
Government Quarantine is in effect! For 14 days, Tohru only has two things on her mind: her art and her hot new neighbor, Kyo. And Kyo has only one goal: finally making Tohru his
Building Zero Thirteen, by hillnerd
G | Drama & Romance
Tohru has a new job at the Sohma estate- she finds herself given new duties bringing food to a mysterious figure on the estate- all she knows about them is they don't speak to her and don't seem to enjoy leeks or onion.
Burnished and Broken, by AnxietyAvocado
T | WIP | Angst & Hurt/Comfort
Akito got her endless banquet, but her Zodiac is no longer hers in heart and mind. Yuki is back at Akito's side, and he knows he needs to do whatever he can to help Kyo through his confinement. Tohru is living on her own, but with the Sohmas-- especially Kyo-- missing from her life, she feels adrift. Their stories converge once more as the younger Sohmas work to free Kyo and find a way to create their own happy endings, including bringing Tohru back into their lives.
Cursing the cursed, by modzy78
T | Novelette | drama
Arisa, Saki, and Megumi discover the answer to a question they didn't know existed. Can you curse someone who's already cursed?
Escaping the future, by Modzy78
T | Novel | angst, drama & fluff
It's time to graduate, and Kyo's still cursed. Tohru doesn't want Kyo to be confined. How far is she willing to go to save him from his future?
ichigo ichie, by me
T | WIP | crossover & drama
Last Update: July 2024 | Ch. 1/15 | under 5000 words Fruits Basket x Ouran High School / Your Name AU
I'd Do it All Again for You, by Oinkadoink
T | WIP | Angst & Drama
Someone falls off the cliff, but it isn’t Tohru. Fate isn’t as kind to them. In spite of this, Tohru's resolve to keep Kyo from being caged doesn't waver. It just gets a little more complicated.
If You Ever Forget That You Love Me, by villianizuku
G | WIP | drama & romance
After three months of thinking she was dead Yuki stumbles upon Tohru in an old neighborhood only to find out that she has lost every memory she had. Tohru is wiling to risk everything to find the people she used to love and get her past self back.
inertia, by miss_coverly
E | Novel | angst & smut
a Kyoru friends with benefits AU
I think about you all the time, by lucybee
M | WIP | drama & romance
Kyo hasn't heard from her again since. And that's right. It's the way things are supposed to be. A post-canon AU in which Kyo never redeemed himself after the confession scene.
The Last One Cursed, by cithara0211
M | WIP | drama, romance & smut
The life of a college musician is a rough one. Add in a partially broken curse and an unexpected attraction to his new roommate, and this new semester back in Japan might be more than Kyo could have ever expected to find for himself.
Learn How to Knock, by BringBackMaes14
E | Short Story | smut
Tohru lives in a house with three guys, and she's hardcore crushing on Kyo. She uses what little privacy she can get to "take care" of herself, but it's not unusual for one of the boys to burst in when she needs them least. Or perhaps, most.
Left Wanting, by Shewrites13
T | WIP | drama, hurt/comfort & romance
Tohru Honda is newly graduated but not sure what she wants to do in life. She gets a job working for the infamous Sohma family as a maid, but when Tohru unexpectedly gets reassigned to a member of the Inner Family, she accidentally uncovers the very dark secret the Inner Family has been hiding from the world.
The Night We Met, by pettyimperfections
T | Novella | angst & romance
Kyo never got the chance to chase after Tohru and tell her how desperately he wanted to be with her. Instead, they became strangers. They went their separate ways. Tohru with no memory of her time with the Sohmas. Years later, Kyo and Tohru's paths once again become unexpectedly intertwined.
Of Lost Cats and Half-Shadows, by me
T | also Megumi/Yuji (JJK) | WIP | crossover, drama & romance
Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara enroll at Kaibara High School to investigate the Zodiac curse and free the souls it binds. Kyo is immediately suspicious of the three new students and rejects their attempts at friendship. Will they be able to break this ancient curse before Kyo is locked up forever?
The One Who Stays, by me
T | WIP | drama & romance
What if Yuki hadn’t run after Kyo? Tohru confesses her love. Kyo confesses his sins. Yuki sees it all. And then Akito arrives.
Ripples, by proseprincess
NR | WIP | drama & romance
*Note: this is a two-part series. The first work is complete! What happens when one decision leads to unintended consequences?
The Way Back, by 8_characters_or_less
T | Novel | angst, drama, hurt/comfort, & romance
After three years locked away in the Cat's Room the curse has finally broken. But three years is a long time and the damage that's been done won't easily be repaired. If there's anything worth fighting for, it's love. Only time will tell if that will be enough.
What's a White Lie Between Friends (& My Family)? by AnxietyAvocado
G | Novella | romance
Tohru's cousin is getting married, and she's been invited to be part of the wedding. She can't show up alone, so Kyo decides he's going with her. But when her family assumes they're dating, things are going to get very awkward very quickly.
Developing Relationship
Always Only You, by cithara0211
E | WIP | AU & smut
Finally back after being gone from nearly three years, Kyo enters his senior year ready to fix the mistakes he made that one summer. And upon seeing Kyo again, Tohru promised herself she would stop running from her feelings. Are they prepared for the crazy new desire eating at them?
Eating Out With Your Wife, and Other Spousal Pleasures, by inheritanceofgeek
E | Short Story | humor & smut
Kyo and Tohru have been married for six months and their relationship has never been stronger or more fulfilling. Yet their previous ignorance to sex means that some things just never occur to them... Luckily for Kyo, his new Dojo just happens to have a happily married lesbian woman visiting who is more than happy to pass on some advice on the subject.
End of the Banquet, by AveSolace
M | WIP | drama
All the geopolitical tension in East Asia has come to a head. China has invaded Taiwan, and Japan is immediately drawn into the conflict. The Sohmas' lives are thrown into chaos, even as the Zodiac curse remains unbroken.
Everspring, by f3tid
E | WIP | smut
Truthfully, the season and the weather are inconsequential. When they are together, it is always Spring.
Fanning the Flame; Waking the Animal, by TripleTyrant
E | Short Story | smut
Kyo is incredibly gentle, and Tohru wonders what she'll have to do to spark the fire she knows is in his heart.
Heaven, by vylias
E | Short Story | smut
Tohru swallowed before slowly sliding herself off of Kyo’s lap and down onto the floor in front of the couch. Nestling herself in between his legs, she held his eyes as he watched her start to reach for his belt. Then she saw his breath catch and realization dawn on his face.
Hold On, by Danyu
T | Novella | angst, drama, & romance
Kyou has accepted his fate as the cat. Relationships change and the bond between he and Tohru is cemented forever. But he leaves something behind, something precious enough to give everyone the strength to hold on.
ignite it, by littlerosette
E | Short Story | smut
Things get heavy between Kyo and Tohru in a storage closet.
i like my body when it is with your, by littlerosette
E | Novelette | pining & smut
A girl, a boy, and the evolution of desire.
i really (really really) like you, by alpacas
T | Short Story | fluff
“Do you think they’ve done it yet?” Haru asks.
Living with Mom's Boyfriend, by Geoduck
T | Flash Fiction | Humor
When he opened the door, he hadn't expected to catch the stupid cat with his pants down.
Locked Up but Not Locked Away, by RoseWolf133198
T | Novella | Hurt/Comfort & Romance
After the Somha Family curse takes on a different form, Kyo’s released from his cage due to mysterious circumstances. Once back at home,will the orange cat of the zodiac be up for a sweet reunion with his riceball.
Melting, by vylias
E | Short Story | smut
But as Kyo pressed his lips against hers, Tohru could tell that this time felt different. This one was somehow filled with more urgency and fire than all the previous kisses that they had shared.
Memories of the Cat, by Modzy78
T | WIP | drama & hurt/comfort
Kyo wants to distance himself from being the Cat. But he has one thing to deal with first.
of cats and curses, by faerialchemist
T | Tohru/Kyo, Adora/Catra | Short Story | Crossover with She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
“I’ve only seen these cats get so excited about someone sitting outside a pet store with one other person in my entire life,” a warm and almost suffocatingly kind voice said, snapping Catra out of her thoughts. “And he had that same disgruntled expression that you do. Poor kitties try to make friends with the very people who don’t want to be made friends with.”
On Top of the World, by me
G | Flash Fiction | fluff
Tohru has a surprise planned for her date with Kyo.
Orgasm Struggles, by fishcalledwanda
E | Short Story | smut
Tohru has never had an orgasm before. Kyo explores several ways to increase her pleasure, but eventually, it is Hanajima who comes to the rescue.
remedies for when you're feeling weak, by chicanerywrites
E | Novelette | smut
It struck Kyo, in that very moment, that Tohru wasn’t blissfully unaware at all. The look in her eyes was permission and trust and maybe a little bit of want and so, with that fleeting thought, his lips covered her fingers too.
Sweet Disposition, by truthwallflower
E | WIP | pining & smut
Tohru wants Kyo and Kyo wants Tohru. Too bad neither of them know how to go about it. A story of how Kyo overestimates Tohru's naivety and of Tohru remembering Kyo being disappointed in her. Even relationships that have faced millennia-long curses aren't impervious to misunderstandings.
This Air is Blessed, by KyoDoodles
E | WIP | humor & smut
A series of short, sweet and steamy post-canon fics about Kyo and Tohru’s life together.
this isn't easy, it isn't clear, by lucybeee
T | also Kyo & Yuki | Novelette | Hurt/Comfort
"I don't know anything about babies," Kyo blurts. Yuki chokes on a sip of water and coughs a little. "Uh...excuse me?"
We Have the Rest of Our Lives, by me
T | Short Story | fluff & hurt/comfort
Kyo helps Tohru change her bandages after she's released from the hospital.
Established Relationship
Baby's First Birthday, by me
G | Flash Fiction | mild hurt/comfort | Background Machi/Yuki
Tohru can't seem to get her camcorder to work.
Be Here Now, by 8_characters_or_less
NR | WIP | Angst & Hurt/Comfort
3 years after the Soma curse breaks, Tohru and Kyo have been living a peaceful life away from the trauma of the past. But all of that is about to change as Kyo is diagnosed with cancer.
Fearing the future, by modzy78
T | Novelette | angst & slice of life
Kyo faces his biggest challenge, and it terrifies him. How will he face his future?
Hold Me, by me
T | Flash Fiction | hurt/comfort
A year after the curse breaks, Kyo still gets nightmares.
Like a Bolt Out Of the Blue, by me
G | WIP | fluff, hurt/comfort & pining (Hajime/Mutsuki)
At their annual family beach trip, Hajime wrestles with some big feelings.
Like Father, Like Son, by me
T | Short story | fluff
When Tohru and Kyo can't find their two young sons one morning, they turn up in an unexpected-- and very cute!-- place.
Nightmares, by Modzy78
T | Short Story | angst & hurt/comfort
Tohru Honda can't remember a time she didn't have nightmares. But this one is unlike any she's had before.
Part of the Fruits Basket, by Athena_theunicorn
G | Short Story | angst & hurt/comfort
A collection of five Fruits Basket one-shots
Second Visit, by Geoduck
T | Short Story | hurt/comfort
Kyo and Tohru visit the office of a medical professional. After they leave, they talk about it.
So Lucky, by me
T | Flash Fiction | hurt/comfort
Kyo always wanted to protect her. She was so incredibly precious to him. He never wanted to let anything bad happen to her. But, as he quickly learned, protecting Tohru was a lot easier said than done.
undertow, by hungryhungryhanachan
E | WIP | dark, drama, & tragedy
Tohru has always smiled through her pain. Why would this be any different?
Welcome Home, by me
G | Flash Fiction | fluff
Tohru anxiously awaits Kyo's return from a training trip.
Wish, by me
G | Short Story | fluff
Tohru and Kyo take their three children to their small town's Tanabata festival.
Here's a link to my bookmarks tagged with Tohru/Kyo!
Thinking about a magical scenario where Li Yu and Shen Qingqiu meet and compare transmigration stories
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Li Yu: Oh, so you got wife plotted by your scamming system too?
Shen Qingqiu: Wife plotted? Wouldn't that be for the wives? I don't know what you're talking about, I've never been wife plotted.
Li Yu, staring at the harem of men who are in love with Sqq: Right....
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Shen Qingqiu: So what kind of beautiful harem does your tyrant prince have?
Li Yu: ....none? It's just me
Shen Qingqiu: Well obviously, I meant in the original work
Li Yu: Still none?
Shen Qingqiu: Ah, a man devoted to his wife, a noble protagonist indeed
Li Yu: Male concubine, not wife
Shen Qingqiu: Your novel was a BL?????
Li Yu: Yours wasn't??????
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Shen Qingqiu: So let me get this straight - you turned into a fish?
Li Yu: Yep
Shen Qingqiu: Like, one that was present in the original work?
Li Yu: Nope, completely new fish
Shen Qingqiu: Then at least a noble fish, such as a koi?
Li Yu: I mean, eventually, yeah
Shen Qingqiu: Eventually?
Li Yu: Well originally I was a carp from the kitchen, then I unlocked the koi achievement and turned into a koi
Shen Qingqiu: .......what the fuck
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Shen Qingqiu would absolutely call Li Yu a faggot and then upon it being pointed out that Shen Qingqiu is also married to a man, he would be like "nonono I'm different"
i enter the shower. hours pass. i emerge from the shower, having mixed all of my soaps and scrubs and lotions and conditioners and shampoos and body washes together in the tub in precise alchemical quantities. i smell like 314 different herbs and spices. my hair will not need washing for the next 500 days. my skin has developed protective chitinous scales. i step out of the tub and immediately slip and fall on a stray puddle of mane 'n tail and sprain my pussy
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