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some Ten x Rose ficart inspired by one of my all-time faves, Worthy of Her by @abadplanwellexecuted​. with a detail insert because i’m so pleased with their faaaaces

(this fic has all my favorite things in a story! like adventure! romance! banter! swords! a Big Damn Kiss™! yes. you should go read it. like right now.)

Lilly has found sparkly silver heels in her closet. She has not worn heels since homecoming.

She is now walking around her room like a dork in heels and will probably eventually fall down.

for @alyabunny

prompt: A shiro/keith everybody, keith included discovering that keith is galra’ and trying to figure out how it’s possible

Coming clean to the others was one of the hardest things Keith thinks he ever had to do. The look of complete betrayal on Shiro’s and Allura’s faces alone was enough to make him regret the decision.

He itched to bring forth the image of Keith they were used to. He felt too exposed in his Galrean form, open and vulnerable to everyone’s condemnation.

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bi3n3nstich  asked:

akafuri + 'free hugs'!AU?

@bi3n3nstich​ Wow, you were really not expecting this when you asked I’m sure. But here we go. Also, a very warm birthday gift to the imaginative Bine, who cheers me up with the most wonderful headcanons ever. You are truly a treasure Bine and I am happy to have known you :“)) 

Stunned.

Stunned to the bone.

That’s what his mind could come up with at the moment.

The redhaired man in the designer business suit, stood there on the sidewalk, stunned to the bone, blinking rapidly, as he was hugged tight by the slightly shorter brunet wearing that ridiculous t-shirt with “Free Hugs!!!” scrawled across it. All three exclamation points included.

He had had a tiresome day, yes. He had had a tiresome year, yes. Hell, he had had a tiresome life. Money, success, fame, accomplishments, praise, excellence, perfection surrounded him. Suffocating him with their extravagance. 

Love, any form of it, evaded him.

It had touched him, teased him, danced around him like a seductive temptress on cold, cold nights making him yearn for it, not once but twice. But cruelly snatched away from his hold both times. 

His mother, who made him laugh, made him feel slightest bit alive, made him feel human. He still felt the lingering sense of his mother’s hand tightly encasing his as she bid farewell on the hospital bed. His family’s material wealth and connections in high places had proved utterly useless to him on that day.  

His horse, whom he shared his birthdays with, who would lick his face as he fed him carrots, had left him the same way. Oh, how he loved brushing him down after the rides. Even though Yukimaru was well taken care of, very well indeed, nothing came close to the childish joy he felt when he smuggled in apples to him at midnight. Lying on top of the haystack, he would sidle up to bury his face in Yuki’s shoulder, sighing contently at the comfort he felt. He hadn’t celebrated his birthdays ever since.

All the success, all the wealth…for what?

When you didn’t know what it felt to be hugged. To be loved. To be looked at with kindness and pride that made your heart soar. To feel light as a feather as you spent time with another. To wake up everyday knowing you had someone who would make you coffee and see you out the door with a kiss. To come home everyday to that kiss, to those welcoming arms, to that place where it seemed like you were in paradise.

He hadn’t kept up any hopes at all. He had long since discarded those feelings as unnecessary. Being alone kept him safe. Kept him from breaking apart. Kept him from hoping only to have it lost. Humans shouldn’t aim too much. That way, they were destined for failure. No one can have it all. That was the price he paid for his genius.

He led his life day to day, working the grind, feeling a blaise sense of satisfaction when being heralded Number One in the “Under 30s to look out for” every year.

At 27 years old, Akashi Seijuro as he was held in the warm arms of a squishy brunet, realised he had led an empty, colourless, depraved life.

What was this strange feeling?

His heart didn’t palpitate like a hummingbird, like depicted in those sappy cliché-filled dramas Reo watches. There were no sudden delusions of waves crashing against a rocky shore, booming sounds that felt like the seas were swallowing up the land. There were no birds or angels singing on clouds. No.

No.

This was something else.

Something…

Much better.

His heart beat slow and steady, a rhythm different from the usual dead beat of monotony. A different beat that spread a different type of blood through his veins. Blood that felt warmer. Stronger. More meaningful.

No gigantic, life threatening waves crashing against a rocky shore but soft, gentle waves that kissed the sandy shore under the pale moonlight. The salty crust of the waves just a shade whiter than the beach sand in the midnight. The water coming up to is ankles, lukewarm water that made him feel alive after however many years. So much more meaningful. 

When the brunet shifted to hold him tighter to his chest, where their hearts beat together - Seijuro’s a little faster than his - Akashi dared to ask him, “Um…Excuse me…I think the time is up?”

The thought of leaving the warmth was unwelcome. Akashi did not want to leave. But he also knew it was inevitable. It had lasted more six Mississippis after all. It was conflicting. He was - this was unfathomable - a little, dare he say, afraid of the answer.

“Uh, yeaaaaaaahhh. But I don’t want to leave just yet. Call me crazy, but you look like you need this.”

Speechless.

That’s the next word his mind came up with.

Letting out a weak chuckle, cursing himself for being so obvious in the need for affection, he let his limp arms wind around the kind brunet.

“Yeah. Yes, I do.”

There, on the sidewalk on a warm summer evening, he noted - perhaps it wasn’t so bad to show his emotions out loud from time to time. Free or not, he still felt warm. But he would rather want this feeling to be with him forever. 

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Fynn: “It’s too dark to head back tonight. We should stay until the morning before we go back.”

Alina: *nods* “Since you left, I’ve been afraid of the dark anyway. I would rather not travel until it’s light out.”

Fynn: “Then I’ll make sure the fire doesn’t die.”

Alina: *smiles* “Thank you. Have I told you I’m glad you’re here?”