Idia From A Old AU

ENCANTO (2021) dir. Byron Howard & Jared Bush

So what if Dolores just randomly confess about the 5 babies thing just to get another reaction from Isabela

I'm

I'm dying

This is so cute vjckxgudjge

— holding out your hand to them ;

thoma, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, childe, diluc ragnvindr & xiao (with gn!reader)

you hold your hand out towards them and see what they do with it.

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when you hold your hand out to him, he…

SPINS YOU AROUND BEFORE PULLING YOU INTO A HUG

— Thoma.

❛ Seeing your hand reached out to him, he’s suddenly struck with an idea. Grasping it in his, he gives you a gentle spin around that has you yelping out in surprise. A laugh leaves him and he uses the opportunity to pull you into a warm hug. You complain about his sudden behaviour and he smiles unseen behind your back. When he finally pulls away with an awfully smug grin on his face, you playfully hit his chest and say that he shouldn’t be so perfect. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he promises that next time he’ll let you lead, even though he adores teasing you. ❜

HUMS A TUNE WHILE LEADING YOU IN A DANCE

— Kaedehara Kazuha.

❛ When you nudge your hand in front of him, he’s a little lost on what he’s supposed to do. It takes a moment before he slides his hand into yours and takes a hold of your waist, before swinging you around. He hums a song under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, and the both of you dance with no worry of anything else. When he finishes the tune, he bows at the waist and kisses the top of your knuckles like a noble at a ball. You smile at him, the little dance making you nearly float with happiness, and his lips lift up in return, the both of you exchanging words through those smiles alone. ❜

MAKES YOU PAT HIS HEAD

— Gorou.

❛ On seeing your hand outstretched towards him, his immediate reaction is to pull it insistently until you’re patting his soft head. When he lets go of your hand, you continue to pat his head, even going as far as to scratch behind his ears, and to your satisfaction, he leans further into your touch. His smile once you stop sends your heart into a flurry, and he takes the chance to grab your hand and take you to something he wanted to show you. He thinks he’s lucky to have someone like you with him, and he wants to keep you at his side forever, if only to get the best head pats filled with love. ❜

PLACES HIS CHIN ON YOUR PALM

— Childe.

❛ There’s no hesitation in his actions at all; the moment he saw your hand reached out towards him, he makes his way to you and places his chin right on your palm. You cup your hand around his chin and squeeze his cheeks, to his annoyance. His eyes twitch up to your face and he sees your gleeful expression as you play with his cheeks. A smile breaks out on his face, though now distorted, and you let go of him, satisfied. But he has no plans of letting you go that quickly, and he spins you around easily before dipping you towards the ground. His strength keeps you both in that position for longer than normally possible, and his face hovers close to yours, leaving you a flustered mess. He chuckles as you hit his arm and thinks about how you’re the only one for him. ❜

HOLDS IT AND SQUEEZES IT GENTLY

— Diluc Ragnvindr.

❛ He doesn’t realise at first, as he’s busy cleaning the bar. When you stretch your hand insistently in his line of vision, his eyes lift up to see your curious face. He looks back down at your hand, and sliding off his gloves, he softly takes it in his and gives it a squeeze. The surroundings quiet down, or maybe it’s just you who feels it, and it’s just the two of you who exist in this world. You intertwine your fingers with him and see a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. You chuckle inwardly and finally let go of his hand. To your surprise, he keeps his grip on your hand steady and you look at him with widened eyes. He wanted to show his love for you, in whatever way he possibly could. Maybe he should do this more often. ❜

HESITANTLY ENTWINES HIS FINGERS THROUGH IT.

— Xiao

❛ His eyes stare at your extended hand. He’s not sure why you were doing that, just that you seem to be expecting something from him. He lifts his hand up from his side hesitantly and threads his fingers between yours. When your smile appears and you squeeze his hand as a reassurance, he feels relieved that he hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s quiet between the two of you, but he isn’t annoyed by it. He rather enjoys these moments when it’s just you and him. He shifts his gaze over to your face to see that you’re already looking at him with a soft smile. He thinks that this, what he has with you, is something he would not be willing to give up. ❜

notes this is super self-indulgent but yayyy i finally wrote something 😍 i wrote it with my favourite characters (i blame mint for my childe brainrot /j) but uhh hope y'all enjoyed this? reblogs are super appreciated <3 kiss to everyone who reblogs /p

dying in their arms

featuring !! malleus draconia, ace trappola, riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, lilia vanrouge, azul ashengrotto, cater diamond, deuce spade, floyd leech, idia shroud, jade leech, kalim al asim, jamil viper, and vil schoenheit.

tw; mention of blood and death

MALLEUS DRACONIA curses himself for being weak. he’s always prided his strength as crown prince, but as you lay in his arms, weak and bloody, he resents himself. 

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your palm, kissing the tips of your fingers as you cry. “i am so, so, sorry.” 

you squeeze his hand, tears running down your cheeks as you intertwine your fingers together. “i’m scared, malleus.” you whisper, hands shaking.

malleus has never known pain this excruciating. it pulls him apart, tears his limbs, gnaws at his nerves. 

“wait for me.” he pleads, bowing his head into your arms. “i beg of you.” 

you smile. “i’ll always wait for you, malleus.” 

you’re still smiling when you pass. it’s only hours later does lilia finally pull malleus from your body, eyes red and face gaunt as he whispers his final farewell. 

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we fly together | kageyama tobio x reader

in which kageyama tobio is born for several things: the court, his team, and you. and he really, really wants to marry you.

wc: 766 | gn reader | little glimpses of your relationship with tobio over the years

There are several givens in Kageyama Tobio’s life. 

There’s volleyball. It’s in his blood. Volleyball is shoes squeaking on floors, the shrill of a whistle, Nikuman after practice, and that sweet, sweet feeling of connection– fingers brushing yellow and blue leather and palms aching after a serve. Kageyama Tobio was born for the court and born to fly. 

His team is one of them. There’s Sugawara, who still treats him to yakitori and an Asahi Dry (or three) whenever he’s back in Miyagi. Daichi sends him assorted nuts from Sendai every once in a while and Nishinoya mass e-mails him slightly blurry pictures of his life abroad on New Years. Ushijima buys electrolytes for him and Kourai. Shouyou is, well, Shouyou, and Kageyama counts him as two givens. 

There’s the small things too: he takes a little too long to read Kanji, he buys a new face wash every month, he will always avoid rush hour. 

And then, he thinks, there’s you. 

It hits him in full force in the middle of the street on a Tuesday evening as he holds a plastic bag of groceries. It also, consequently, renders him immobile for ten minutes, because Tobio had never been one to dwell on the givens. But as he stands on the pavement and his bag carries the burden of hashi for two, yogurt for two, two packs of sandwiches and four bags of gummies,

 ( because you really like those gummies: and Tobio had thought, if you like the grape flavor, then you should also try the strawberry. And if you wanted to try something new, you might crave the fizzy Cola ones. And if you liked the Cola ones, then he had to buy the Ramune flavored ones, too ) 

Tobio gets the urge to buy a ring. And an urge, no, a craving to marry you. 

Tobio remembers study sessions in high school and desperate makeouts in Karasuno’s dusty storage closet. He remembers the firsts: first conversation, first fight, first kiss, first date. Sprinting on beaches before the sun kissed the horizon and laying underneath the stars. He remembers graduation under cherry blossoms and pressing his second button into your palm with red cheeks and shaking hands. 

There were tears, too. Anger as he realized he couldn’t, for once, be selfish and have both you and professional volleyball. Anger as you had cried and cried and cried in his arms because you were getting your degree in Miyagi and he was moving to Tokyo. Anger as you had suggested breaking things off because you knew that Kageyama was born for the court. To fly. 

And you had said, between tears, that Tokyo was his potential. Because you knew him, and you knew that he didn’t like texting and that he wasn’t good at communicating, but you somehow underestimated how much you meant to him. Then: you had stopped crying because Kageyama was crying. And you had never seen Kageyama cry. 

You were there when Kageyama started on the National Team, standing in the bleachers with the biggest smile he had ever seen, jumping as you turned to show him the Kageyama embroidered on the back of your jersey. You were there when he accepted his position on the Adlers, and watched their broadcasted games behind textbooks and journals and pencils from your dorm in Sendai. 

Kageyama was there when you called him sobbing because the pipes in your dorm leaked. He was there when you got fired from your part time job for slapping a customer. Begrudgingly, he was there when you asked him to have Oikawa Tooru sign twelve jerseys for your friends at university. And then, he was there when you graduated college, diploma in hand and a blush on your cheeks as you pressed your button into his palm even though you really weren’t supposed to do that. 

Now you’re in Tokyo, having accepted his slightly bashful request for you to move in with him– in a nice apartment on the fourteenth floor overlooking the city; because even though he didn’t really like heights, he knew you loved city lights and people-watching. And if he had to cover his face when he saw the nameplate next to your shared apartment that read Kageyama, well. You didn’t have to know that. 

He’s still on the street, and he’s still holding his grocery bag, but his eyes are firm because he really wants to make your last name Kageyama. 

So he makes a phone call. 

“Tanaka-san,” He says before his former upperclassman can react. “Where did you buy Shimizu’s ring?”