#So fluffy spiral clothes this time I suppose

[froggiewrites]

maybe.. can i request a sanji smut where he accidentally says i love you and panics but it's okay because reader(/you) reassure him. idk. something sappy and cute. also i love your writing! u capture the characters so well

Ahh anon thank you so much!! I've been thinking about this request for a while, it's so cute and fluffy and perfect for Sanji 💙 I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope I did your request justice! This is just absolute unrepentant, self indulgent fluff😊

Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

NSFW

Summary: You and Sanji finally get the chance to be alone, and you're more than happy to take advantage of the moment. But a small slip of the tongue sends Sanji spiraling, and he needs you to help bring him back. Warnings: Smut, Fluff (like so much, absolutely tooth rotting fluff), No Hurt/Lots of Comfort Word Count: 1.4k

You had been waiting days before you could finally be alone.

Every time you thought you had a chance, there’d be another battle, another meal for him to cook, another extra cool thing that Luffy had to show you right now—it was never ending.

But here, today, you two are finally alone, fighting to savor the moment but losing to your desperate need to tear each other’s clothes off.

“I’ve missed you so much.” His voice is breathy, whiny, and desperate. His hands are unbuttoning your blouse with an uncharacteristic lack of patience, fingers catching as he scrambles to undress you. After his hands slip for a third time, he gives up, placing open mouth kisses across your chest, seeking any bit of exposed skin he can find. You giggle, pushing him away to unbutton it on your own, and he lets out the most pathetic whimper you’ve ever heard. “Please, angel–”

You laugh again. “I’m helping you, Sanji.” You resume unbuttoning, and he’s instantly enraptured with the sight of your midriff, as though he’s seeing it for the first time. You let the shirt slide to the floor, and quickly unhook your bra to join it. The moment your chest is fully exposed, before the fabric even hits the ground, he’s back on you, mouth immediately latching to one of your nipples, fingers rubbing and pinching the other, making you let out a soft, muted moan. He lavishes you in attention, as you try and fail to unbutton his dress shirt, hands trembling with every suck and nip he gives you. You settle for tugging at his hair, though even you can’t quite tell if it’s to encourage him to stop or to keep going. You want to enjoy his body as much as he’s enjoying yours, but from the quiet groans he’s letting out and his heaving breaths, he’s enjoying this just as much as he would your hands on him.

When he removes his mouth to switch sides, you pull back, rushing to remove his shirt before he can distract you again. He laughs quietly, looking up at you with more adoration than you once thought possible. He doesn’t reach for you again until you’ve finished his shirt and start working on his belt, content to admire you until the moment demands him again. Once the belt is off, your pants and panties are off before you even realize he has reached for you. He kicks out of his pants clumsily, tripping and falling directly into you, pulling you both into the bed. He looks embarrassed for only a moment, immediately finding relief in your laughter as you hide your face in his neck.

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t deprive me like that.”

You’re still giggling as you push further into his neck. “I’m not depriving you!”

“Yes you are, darling, and you wound me! How am I supposed to hear your beautiful laughter and not see the way it makes your eyes light up?” You laugh harder, and his joke admonishment grows. “I can feel your nose crinkling right now, but I can’t see it. This should be a crime.”

You pull back, smiling so hard it almost hurts, and he grins in return. “There you are.” He kisses your cheeks and nose, making exaggerated smooching sounds upon every impact. “I missed you.”

“I was right here!”

“I know.”

His hands reach for your thighs, spreading you apart and lining himself up. He doesn’t lean down to kiss you, or nip at your neck, and allow you to reach up and kiss him. He simply stares into your eyes as he prepares to enter you. The act is so intimate it makes your chest ache. He slowly bottoms out, eyes not leaving you for a moment, admiring the way your face twists with pleasure. He gives you time to adjust before setting a steady pace, his hands gripping the bed sheets in concentration so he doesn’t speed up to the rapid speeds his body is begging for. When you reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck, unable to say anything but a weak cry of his name, he loses that self control, pulling you close and hiding his face into your neck as he hammers into you sloppily.

“Gorgeous…can’t believe you’re here with me.” He starts whispering into your neck, voice thick and heavy. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

You try to tell him that you’re the lucky one here, to be here with him, but you let out nothing but a choked moan as he hits a particular spot, and his quiet admiration turns to rapid babbling, mindless and wanting. A lot of it is just small bits of affection you’re used to, darling and wonderful and beautiful and mine, but as your peaks grow closer and closer, and you’re just on the edge, you hear it. “Love you, god, love you.”

His hips freeze as his arms stiffen beside you, and his voice remains trapped in his throat. You stiffen a little as well, despite yourself. You had wanted to hear those words for so long, kept them buried deep in your chest, not wanting to rush things. Their sudden entrance startled you. You had expected the moment to be grandiose, the way Sanji tries to make most of his gestures. This was just a quiet and simple confession in the heat of the moment. You want to open your mouth to say it back, but the mix of your dying pleasure and the tightening affection in your chest makes it hard.

Until you hear him sniffle.

You instantly move your hands from the back of his neck to his cheeks, pulling him to look you in the eyes. He doesn’t look embarrassed or disappointed as you had expected, angry at himself for letting it slip before he was ready. Instead, your dear Sanji looks afraid.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” You brush away his tears, cooing softly, comfortingly. You want to kiss them away, but despite him still being inside of you, you don’t think that kind of touch is what he needs right now. He presses himself into your hand, trying to hide from you in whatever way he can.

“I didn’t mean–” his voice is shaking, “Well, I did, but I didn’t want–I–” You can see his panic rising, his breath quickening, and you imagine if you moved your hand you would be able to feel his heart frantically pounding beneath your fingertips.

“Breathe, sweetheart. It’s okay.” You give him a gentle smile, bringing one hand up to run soothingly through his hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong, darling. Just take a second to calm down. In and out with me, okay?”

You take a deep breath in, ignoring how shaky his is, and a long breath out, then another, then another. Once he seems to be breathing okay on his own, you lean forward slightly to brush your noses together. Staring him deeply in the eyes, you whisper, “I love you too, Sanji. It’s okay.”

His eyes fill with tears again. “You do?” His voice cracks around the simple words.

“I do. So very much. Thank you for saying it first. I’ve been waiting to say it for a while now, but I was too scared. Thank you for being brave enough for both of us.” You press your foreheads together, your shaky breathing the only sound in the room for a moment.

He leans forward to kiss you sweetly, a hand reaching up so he can run a thumb across your cheek. “I wanted it to be special.”

“It was.”

He pouts slightly, bottom lip jutting out. “That wasn’t special.”

“Yes, it was,” you insist.

“How?”

“It was from you.”

His eyes widen in surprise before he gives you a goofy, boyish grin, radiating love and joy. He collapses on top of you, sex long forgotten, and pulls you impossibly closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sanji.”

He repeats himself. “I love you. I can say it as much as I want now.”

“I love you too. And you always could. You just know it now.”

You shower his face in kisses as he repeats it, again and again, for every moment he thought it but couldn’t say it aloud. You’re there for what feels like forever, but you don’t mind. This is a moment you could enjoy for eternity.

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[cozage]

hello! Im kinda new to tumblr so i dont really know if im supposed to send requests here so sorry if im supposed to send it somewhere else, but for my request can it be fem! Reader x sanji? Hurt to comfort where he says something mean but then apologizes? And can you pull out the angsty bit a little, but make the ending fluffy? And for the format can it be like a mini fic? If you want you can add other characters but i mainly want sanji! Thats all! Sorry if my request didnt make sense as im new to tumblr😔. Thank youu!

A/N: Hi! You did everything perfectly!! Thank you for the request <3 it was so hard to make Sanji mean even accidentally 😭 I hope this is good! It’s also not edited so please forgive any grammatical errors!  Characters: fem reader x Sanji Cw: Sanji is an idiot and says mean things (and is a little sexist) Total word count: 900

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“I can do it, Sanji.” Your words came out quick and short. Your temper was rising, both at your task at hand and the blonde who was hovering behind you. He didn’t normally come with you on jobs for Franky, but he had been free today.

“It’ll be faster if I do it,” Sanji offered. He reached out for the wrench. 

“I can do it!” you snapped again. You pulled away from the task and glared at him. “Franky asked me to do this, so let me do it!”

“Well, it’s just…” Sanji eyed your clenched fist around the wrench and took a step back. “It’s not really a woman’s job to do this sort of thing, and-”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” you bellowed. “You think I’m not capable of doing this?”

Sanji threw his hands up in a plea. “No my love! It’s not that at all! It’s just…you’re not very good at this.”

It felt as though you had swallowed a stone. “Franky always asks me to do this.”

“And you’re being very helpful!” Sanji said quickly. “But he gives it to you because it’s not exactly a top priority task and…well, it’s really hard to mess up.” 

Sanji gave a weary look back to your workplace as if your handiwork spoke for itself. His pitied gaze and words made you suddenly want to be alone. 

“Fine,” you mumbled, dropping the wrench to the ground. “Fix it for me, then.”

“Of course, darling!” Sanji jumped at the wrench. You were fairly sure he was already starting to explain how he turned the bolt, but you walked out the door without listening further. 

You didn’t see Sanji for a while. That was fine with you, though. You retreated to the back of the ship and perched atop a barrel, staring out at the sea to think. Did Franky always give you useless tasks just to keep you busy? You frequently had to return to the same tasks again and again. What if Franky broke things just to have you fix them? 

The thought brought tears to your eyes. You had been so sure Franky enjoyed your company and valued your help. He had called you “super indispensable” more times than you could count. Was it all just a lie?

“Darling?” 

Sanji’s voice broke through your mental spiral and you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks. 

“Yeah?” Your voice came out wobbly, but there was no point in hiding from Sanji. 

You turned to face him. You had been ready for him to fuss over you, but you found that he was covered in sweat and grease and plenty of other weird stains and smears. He didn’t even seem to acknowledge your puffy eyes at first. He looked too exhausted. 

“So, this is the part where I apologize,” he said softly. 

He strode over to you in three steps and swept your hair out of your face. His hands were covered in grime, and you could feel the oily substance stick to your face. The feeling made you jerk away from him, but he was already pulling out a clean cloth and wiping it away. 

“I’m sorry I said those things, my love. I know you are very capable of doing anything you put your mind to. Your persistence is one of my favorite things about you. I shouldn’t have tried to take that away from you. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry I thought I could do something better than you just because of our genders.”

His words made your eyes swell. You had planned on still being mad at him after this. But seeing those crystal blue eyes and hearing his sweet words made you crumble all over again. 

“I forgive you.” You sniffed and wiped the tears from your eyes again. “Just don’t do it again.”

Sanji let out a laugh. “Oh, I will never be taking on a task Franky gives you again. You know how I said it was ‘hard to screw up’? It turns out that was wrong. I broke the whole pipe. Franky was pissed. He said he doesn’t let anyone touch that problem except you and him. Something about the pressure system needing a delicate hand, and only the two of you have the knack for it.”

It took a moment for his words to process, but you could feel your heart swelling. “Franky only lets me do that?”

Sanji nodded, guiding you towards the kitchen. “And a few other tasks. Says you’re the only one he trusts to do it right.” 

“I didn’t know that.” You had a vague feeling that you needed to cry for an entirely different reason now. 

He gave another laugh and sat you at the counter. “Well, you always excel at everything you do. It turns out I have a lot to make up for. What should we start with, chocolate cake or ice cream?”

[fairykazu]

the battle for the bill with gaming masterlist ++ cw: friends to lovers, pining, first date

it was his first ever date with you, at a dim sum restaurant that recently opened in liyue harbor. he spent like weeks just planning one date just because he was nervous on how you would react or reject him. he had to ask other people for opinions or eavesdrop on your conversations with your friends on what kind of guy you like.

but instead of spiraling even further, thankfully, he let his friends sway him to believe that you like him or believe the fact you like him back in a form of manifestation.

maybe it worked because you agreed to the date with no questions asked. 

gaming was so chill about it and everything. he just casually mentioned that he finished his kung-fu practice and that he booked something, and it was an invitation only.

it was during the afternoon or rather, a couple hours until the reservation’s time was up. the day was windy but when he saw you, it gently danced around you and the leaves that were up in his face were just flying atop of your head, not even hitting you in the face. 

(and mind you, this is not overly exaggerated… the source? gaming.)

“so, how did you accidentally book for two?” you asked as you stared into his brown eyes, making him nervous by the second. 

“i was supposed to go with my uncle but since you're here with me, wanna come with?” gaming said with a wink. it was more like a nervous twitch than the flirty wink but hopefully you took it the other way. 

you looked at him as if you thought he was lying. he swore he could feel himself getting more dizzy as his palms got more clammy. are hands supposed to be this sweaty? maybe the archons shouldn’t have given him a pyro vision because clearly, he’s meant for the hydro one. “sure. when is it?” 

holy shit, he didn’t even think about it even working. he sputtered out, “it’s a date! i mean, date, six! i mean! ohmygod. new dim sum place at six, you're pretty. it’s a, uh, friend thing!” 

you laughed in response. maybe you were tricking him into a prank where you totally accept and ditch last minute. or even, you were laughing at him not with him and you are planning to talk behind his back or something. he knows you wouldn’t have done that but the idea of rejection is catching up to him. “see you on the date, gaming.” 

you walked off and the wind hit him in the face again. but it didn’t even bother him this time because oh my god, it worked. he meant, of course it worked! manifestation is real. “oh my god. thank you, morax, thank you all the archons for this luck. i thank you.” he got on his knees and started to cry. then he quickly got up because too many people were looking at him and he was getting a tad embarrassed at what he just did. 

and of course, he had a plan:

step one: act like a gentleman, and you will instantly be swooned by his charms.  (plan created by liyue squad . . . call 555-LUV-CUPIDS for advice on looove! ). 

he really tried but you managed to be one step ahead of him. he picked you up in a kar, a new invention from fontaine that just dropped in liyue. he quickly opened his door, sliding across the bonnet of the kar, an audible squeak was heard from the inside of the car. 

you watched him roll off the car, he brushed off the dust off his clothes just before he opened your door, his hair, once slicked back, was back to his normal fluffiness. “for you, my lady.” he said, in a formal tone. he tried to practice a fontainian accent but it did not go as well as he thought he did. xinyan pointed out he sounded more mondstadtian-ist-something than french. 

you laughed, it was elegant and pretty and he swore his knees turned into jelly, he stiffly got up, teeter tottering away from the car. “ahem, shall we?” he extended his hand to you and you accepted it. 

you were glowing. you looked stunning in your dress and maybe he says this a lot in his head. but if you were walking down the sidewalks, he would see you, get blinded by your beauty and crash his kar into a building. his cause of death? you but he’d be grateful because his last image before he died was seeing you. 

“gaming, you ready?” 

“born ready… i mean, of course, i am. c’mon lets go.” when he was about to open the door for you, you held it open, “shall we?” 

“haha, we shall.” 

the waiter welcomed ga-ming into the restaurant, escorting the both of you to your table. 

you leaned into him, it was so close! did he appreciate it? yes, he really did. he liked the smell of your perfume. it was very jasmine like, floral and pretty. can you even smell the word, “pretty”? yes and it was you. 

“gaming, i thought you said this was a new place and that you haven’t tried it yet?” you asked as he froze up. he had to be dragged by you to the table. 

(note to past gaming, from future gaming: he didn’t say all that. YOU WERE LYING!!!)

“uh, surprise?” 

he felt his time come, this is what he was made for. the gentleman, the best way to swoon someone by pulling their chair out for them. he was ready. he could feel the angelic spotlight shining on his shoulders as he reached for the chair. he remembered what he was supposed to say, “for you?” or “cmon sit down.” or… something like that. 

shit, did he forget his training? 

but you beat him to it, you pulled out a chair for him, tilting your head to him. instead of protesting, he sat down immediately. he didn’t put up a fight at all.

he cringed.

 it was pitiful! he was like a dog! 

he was so going to get you back for this. 

totally. 

(...not!)

step two: flirting !!! 

gaming blinked at his friends who somehow pulled a blackboard from the closet. “what do you mean by, “flirt” with them?” he asked as xiangling pointed with a ruler, 

“well, you know, just flirt with your natural charm.” the swordsman bursted out laughing, wiping a tear off his face. eyes still watery, xingqiu quipped back, 

“if he had natural charm, you’d think he’d be with them by now.” 

gaming scrunched up his face, burying his face into the pillows. muffled, “i do! i mean, i am going to charm them!” 

xinyan sat next to him, he scooted more into the pillow. if he tried to scoot more, he’d roll into the cushion. “gaming, just serenade her.” she made a strumming motion as he sighed, “i don’t think i have that skill set.” 

xiangling added, “don’t be a buzzkill, i see how they look at you, i think you’re fine.” 

“if anything, just manifest it.” 

gaming threw the pillow from his face, hitting xingqiu in the process, ignoring the blue haired guy storming to him with two pillows in both hands. “you’re right! i’ll manifest it.” 

he tried his best to remember his lessons of how to know to flirt or whatever but he forgot already. he stammered, “so the weather am i right?” he wanted to kill himself. if he was able to clone himself, he’d kill the other in a heartbeat. he laughed nervously as you smiled,

“pretty cool. gaming, do you have any recommendations from this place? or does xiangling know you’re betraying her by going to this place?” you asked. it’s true, when xiangling was planning this date with the crew, she mourned the location of the date not being at wanmin restaurant. 

“i like the xiao long bao with the pork but we can switch out the meat if you like or really, we could go the vegetable ones. yes, xiangling knows and she thinks i'm a traitor.” gaming said with a dejected sigh, making you giggle. 

yes! side quest accomplished. 

“that’s disappointing, gaming, why didn’t we go to wanmin restaurant?” you asked despite knowing the full reason why. everytime you encountered anyone from the liyue squad, there was always a kamera flash in the corner and somehow it’s always xingqiu. gaming nervously laughed, pulling his collar from his neck, 

“well, you know how they are, i think, they’d fangirl or something.” 

you laughed again and everyday he thanks the archons to let him live in this generation because then he could see you everyday. “like that group?” 

gaming’s face dropped as you laughed a little harder, “sorry, sorry, i was just messing with you.” 

the brunette laughed it off too despite his whole demeanor tensed up in fear, “gee, if you’re going to do that, give me a warning ahead of time.” he quickly grabbed the glass of water, sipping on the straw. 

you tilted your head, “it wouldn’t be just as fun then, i like how cute your expressions are.” he started to choke midway drinking his water, you quickly rose out of your seat and patted him on the back. 

he swallowed, “thank you?” he hoped his blush wasn’t noticeable. unfortunately it was, his blush spread to the tips of his ears. 

“of course!” 

gaming devised a new plan, he called it, screw the hundred step plan by the cupids. he will just go with the flow! well, actually, he’d go for step number ten: pay for the meal. after you two finished dinner, you were getting your wallet from your bag but gaming stopped you, “allow me.” he fished out his lion shaped pouch from his pockets. 

“i’ll pay for the bill, gaming, it’s fine.” you insisted as he declined your offer. grabbing your bag and slinged around his body. “name, i took you out, it’s my treat. you can pay me back next time.” 

“sorry but our schedules don’t always line up perfectly like this, gaming. you know this so you should just let me pay for our meals. it’s not much.” 

“you shouldn’t go out of your way to pay for the meal! and look,” he gestured to your bag, wallet still in it. “you don’t have mora on you, so i’ll go pay.” he raised his hand up, getting the bill. 

“i have a card.” 

“name, really, i can pay. you can pay me next time, okay?” he tried to bargain with you but you kept going. luckily, he built over defense about paying the bill for years. “don’t play that game with me, gaming. it’s okay, i can pay.” 

“oh my god, name, is that international pop idol, robin?” gaming shouted as you whipped your head around. “where!”

he quickly sneaked out of the table, tip toeing to the front. despite being out gentleman’d by his date, you have won the battle but he will win the war. until he saw a familiar figure in front of him, paying for the meal already, he dropped to his knees. 

internally screaming no in his heart, a mighty soldier has fallen and it was him. the one who betrayed his love and out-gentleman's him, was you. he didn’t even know how you did it. are you secretly related to sonic the hedgehog? 

he wouldn’t mind actually… that’s besides the point. how did you even… ? (he was actually tiptoeing and you just sped past him).

 “gaming, c’mon, get up.” you said, lending a hand. nevermind, all is forgiven, he is holding your hand right now. thank you, gods, i have lived. one day i will live again when i meet them in every universe and slash or life. “i paid already.” 

“how?” 

“magicians don’t reveal their secrets.” you replied with a smile. just before gaming was going ask to elaborate, you quickly kissed his lips.

he melted into it, only standing still and shaking as he held up a thumbs up. "okay!"

[jesswritesthat]

Bokuto Kōtarō: Anatomy

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~0.8k, fluff

• Being a manga artist is hard enough but the panic sets in when someone thinks they know your muse.

Warnings: 1 swear word.

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"This is very good, you always manage to demonstrate attractive muscle on this character."

"Well, it's basic anatomy right?" A weak defence on your part really, but your editor righteously continued with his honest justification.

"Hm, yes but you must have a reference, this is wonderfully detailed - no wonder he is so popular."

“Maybe it's his personality…?"

"Everyone knows his personaity is vulgar, but the abs of a villain are not." Happily, he returned your work, assuring that you ‘keep it up’ prior to entering his office.

That was a general commentary you received when submitting chapters to your editor anyway.

However this new guy was not your usual manga editor, instead a stand in, but as long as you had your issue in on time you didn't have to worry much. Your work was in Akaashi Keijis’ hands now, and hopefully the latest chapter and illustrations would be approved with minimal alterations.

Still, you wondered if that would be the case as he sat on the floor of his apartment with a sceptical expression painting his features.

"I recognise this."

His muttering voice snapped your attention, looking to him with perplexity as you were originally expecting a comment on the fact you'd hand-delivered the issue to his door.

"I'm sorry Akaashi-san?"

"This villain of yours, he feels familiar now that I really look at him. You put a lot of care into this character?” The man calmly elaborated, showing you a page of your manga that depicted your villain with torn clothing.

Admittedly, your mind had drifted to how such a thing was possible considering this villain of yours was 'one hot piece of sculpted ass' - solely according to the readers of course - you supposed you dedicated time to him to upkeep that opinion.

"You think? Doesn't every manga heartthrob look as good as this."

"That's not what I meant."

Shit.

“Anyway, if there’s anything you’d like me to change please let me know by the end of the week. Thank you and have a good day!” Never had you got out of a door quick enough, thoughts spiralling with questions. Could he recognise him? There was a specific reference you used. Did another manga artist use the same one? Crap crap crap.

—

Naturally you found yourself rushing to a certain someone’s home at the crack of dawn the following morning, hopefully well timed to catch him after his morning run and workout (if they were completed he couldn’t invite you to go this time).

"Kōtarō! You're not allowed to walk around shirtless anymore!"

"Huh?" The athlete hadn’t a chance to welcome your presence, instead standing dumbfounded with a towel to his hair and form fitting long sleeve runner top unfairly complimenting his sculpted physique.

"Or in a vest!"

"But—"

"Or shorts!" Yes those too, he currently made basic volleyball shorts look good.

"Then what am I supposed to wear?!"

"A massive fluffy jumper or a ski suit, I don't know."

"In summer?! But I'll smell worse than the changing rooms after running in that..."

"You’re right, maybe I should be the one to avoid situations..." You pondered for a moment, the flattening strands of the Spikers hair allowing extra motivation. "I'll visit less frequently, and cut out staying over!"

"No! I'll make the sacrifices to wear stupid fluffy clothes if it means you'll continue to stay! I'll do anything for you (y/n)!" Solid hands grasped your shoulders to emphasise his sincerity even as you tried to elaborate.

"That's not—"

"Can I know why though?" It was fair request, and in all likelihood you were going tell him anyway.

"..."

"..."

"My temporary editor has commented that I put a lot of love into my manga villain illustrations..." You breathed, embarrassment clearly evident but this is not what your owl had taken from the conversation.

"You love someone else?!"

"No! I love you but..."

"The 'but' is very offensive!" Again he yelped, pushing you away at arms length whilst maintaining his hold on your shoulders.

"YOU'RE MY MUSE IDIOT!"

"Eh?"

"My villain, his body anyway, is almost an exact mirror of your own." You sheepishly confessed, Bokuto tilting his head curiously with those pretty eyes of his.

"Uh..."

"Kōtarō." It was a frustrated mumble, ultimately influenced by you having to explain such an intimate detail. "You're my inspiration, I can draw you effortlessly even as someone else. Featuring part of you in my work makes me enjoy it far more."

“Oh I get it! Thinking of you during a match always motivates me more too but it doesn’t bother me if my teammates mention it.” He gladly added as a way to relate to your dilemma which lead you to hopelessly smile at him.

“Alright, maybe I was worrying over nothing. It’s not like you even know my editors or anything.”

“Exactly!” He issued a thumbs up, happy to see you more relaxed. “I can take off my clothes and freshen up now right?”

With a playful nod, you couldn’t help but admire him when he removed his top, hair fluffed up and a wrinkle to his nose.

That’s when someone walked right in, apparently having keys to Bokutos’ home which had already piqued you’d interest. Naturally Kōtarō threw an arm around you and offered a bright smile to the visitor.

“Hey Akaashi!”

Immediately you paled, your world crashing down as the painfully familiar editor quietly looked to you, then back to his shirtless Ace.

“Ah. That’s why I recognised him.”

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[sad-not-glad]

could you do a soft Dom Steve x sub bucky x soft Dom sick reader?

where bucky wakes up all subby and wants his mama. he goes to look for her and cannot find her, he starts to cry but then Steve comes around the corner and tells bucky that mama has the flu and is lying in bed to sleep. Bucky than ask Steve if he can help mama feel better. Steve says yes, they spend the day helping the reader get better.

Hey love!! I’m so sorry it took me a while to get back with you, but it’s finally here! I wrote reader’s illness so it could either be just a bad flu, or a chronic illness since I deal with those and flare ups can be terrible aha. The ending is a little rushed and not my favorite but… I’m too lazy to fix it. Hope you enjoy!!

Soft Dom Steve x Reader x Sub/Little Bucky

Warnings: Bucky is scared of being abandoned, but that doesn’t actually happen. Illness. Other than that, just a whole lot of fluff.

(Part of the Sharing is Caring AU)

Blinking awake, Bucky was met with the comforting space of the shared bedroom. Steve’s sketches were littered on the walls, a couple of your nicknacks spread around. Even his own collection of books, stacked neatly on the shelf in the corner.

He could feel it, already brewing inside. The need to be coddled and cared for. The need to be nothing more than a good boy who pleased his Mama and his Captain. But they weren’t here. The bed was empty, only slightly warm. A whine huffed up from his chest as he rolled over on his back- where were you both? You were supposed to be here, covering your baby boy in kisses and compliments.

Bucky shuffled onto his feet, taking his time collecting comfortable clothes before putting them on. One of Steve’s sweaters you had stolen and been wearing for a week, it smelled like both of you. His softest sweats, the fluffy socks with silly cartoon cats on them. You and he had almost convinced Steve that a cat would be a great addition to the little family you had made together.

All cozied up and surrounded by the scent of his lovers, he stepped out of the bedroom at last. The little apartment area was quiet, which was unusual. If you and Steve were awake first, it usually meant the team had come for breakfast. Meaning lots of noise. So the silence piqued his curiosity, urging him further down the hall. He checked the bathroom, empty. So was the office, and even the little storage closet that you loved so much. (Mostly because it’s where you hide all the good snacks)

You both must be in the kitchen, he thought to himself. He needed his Mama, he needed his Captain, he needed to be a good boy and receive praises from you both. That he was kind and sweet, how proud you were and how much you loved him. Bucky was already thinking of breakfast, he would probably find his Mama and Captain cooking something. Maybe he could help! He was good at mixing things, and stealing the yummy bits when nobody was watching him. He was a renowned fruit thief.

Much to his disappointment though, Bucky found the rest of the house empty. The living room, dining room, kitchen, he walked through them all four times. And the only trace of life he found was a discarded soup can next to the sink. The silence was deafening, but somehow the heartbeat in his ears was louder. It felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath him, falling down a spiral of anxiety.

Were you hurt?

Maybe there was a mission nobody told him about?

Had you two gone out for breakfast without telling him?

Did you leave him?

Was he… alone?

It was as if the walls were caving in, stomach cramping with terror and bile rising in his throat. Bucky hadn’t even realized he was crying until then, but once he did it was like the tears wouldn’t stop. He was gasping for air, vision blurry as he wiped desperately at his eyes. Maybe this was his fault somehow. He was needy and damaged, never a good combination in his own opinion. Wasn’t he doing better though? Clearly not if his Mama and Captain both had left him-

“Bucky?”

He spun around wildly, already reaching out for the voice of his Captain. Bucky was swept up against a firm chest and the cries let loose. Steve was gentle and patient, petting his hair and shushing his tears until the poor man was able to form coherent words again. “Thought…I thought you were gone.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Steve sighs, pulling back so he could clean the brunette’s face with gentle hands and a soothing voice.

“We would never leave you, and you know that. (Y/N)- Mama is sick, baby. She’s not feeling good today, we were in the guest bedroom so we didn’t disturb you baby boy. M’ so sorry, I should have let you know.”

The guest bedroom, that made sense. He hadn’t even thought to look in there, it was never used for anything. None of you had family to visit, and all your friends also lived within a reasonable distance for daily visits. Bucky looked up at his Captain, eyes still wet with tears, face red and puffy from crying already.

“Mama’s sick? Can I help her be better?” He felt so small, he really just wanted to be useful somehow. Especially if his sweet Mommy wasn’t feeling good. You didn’t get sick often, but when you did it was never pleasant. Bucky had seen it on occasion, the underlying illness in your body flaring up with a vengeance. It left you nauseous, weak, miserable. And he didn’t want his Mama to be miserable.

“Of course baby boy, you want to help make her some tea?” He gives a little nod and is rewarded with his Captain’s charming smile. They take their time making the tea, Steve giving his baby boy extra love for the fright he endured and explaining a little more. You had been throwing up- and Bucky needed his sleep. He had been on too many missions lately. So you insisted on moving to the spare room, hoping he could get some extra rest. Next time he would definitely have to write a note to make sure your sweet boy didn’t worry like this again.

The tea was finished with no spills. Bucky held the mug close to his chest and walked carefully down the hall, his Captain following with a fond chuckle. He was shuffling his cat socks, pausing if the drink shook too much with that cute pout of concentration on his face. Once at the door he stopped, and Steve could see the gears in his boy’s head turning. How was he supposed to open the door? Sure, he could hold the mug with just one hand. But… it was hot, and he was holding it with his sleeves. The mug would slip away before he could open the door, and all his mama’s tea would be on the floor.

His pondering was answered as a large body wrapped around his back. Reaching around the man, Steve turned the knob and gently pushed the door ajar before urging Bucky inside. He knew that seeing your baby boy would immediately help you to feel better.

Bucky peeked through the gap, eyes landing on the mess of sheets and pillows on the bed. There was a small bin at the side, there in case you got sick. Discarded soup and water on the nightstand, curtains pulled tightly together. You hadn’t even noticed him yet, face buried in the sheets and you wrestled with the ache in your bones. His heart pulled together, his poor Mommy. You were clearly miserable.

As quietly and carefully as he could manage while still balancing your tea, Bucky shuffled his way inside. He could hear you groan from your spot on the bed, moving a little faster at the sound until he arrived at your beside.

“Mama…?” There was a shuffle, and you peered out from the sheets. The sight you were greeted with was just…precious. Your sweet Bucky, wrapped up in your favorite sweater to steal from Steve, a mug that smelled nearly diving held carefully in his hands. He was watching you with a nervous smile, presenting the tea for you to drink. “Here you go, made tea so you feel sick no more.”

Heart melting in your chest, you took the mug and gently set it to the side on the nightstand. Bucky was confused, you could see the pout forming as he began to think the worst. But before your baby boy had time to spiral, you lifted the blankets and reached out for him. “Thank you, sweetheart. But right now Mommy just want lovin’ from her best little boy.” The smile that lights his face could heal anything as he slid into the space provided, curling his large body up against your chest. You smoothed back his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead before fussing with the blankets. Steve stepped up, taking over and tucking the comforter around you both with a fond grin. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, now that I have my baby.”

The blanket shook with a little giggle, you and Steve sharing a small kiss. Sick days were unavoidable sometimes, but they were always easier with both your boys at your side.

[iilmunchkiin]

Life Update

Hey so I know y'all like my art and all but college is creeping up on me so I might start posting less

I appreciate all the comments dearly, I really do, thank you so much for being so interested in my artworks and supporting me, but for now I really gotta take a break..

I might start going in a half-hiatus?? kind of state, where I'll be online but, not as active as I usually do...

This might change in the future, hopefully it does because I genuinely enjoy making silly art. This post is also going to be like some kind of time capsule to remind myself of SHIT I NEED TO DO.

I'm just filled with so much uncertainty at the moment...

If you read this all the way, thank you. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

(More yapping + potential art/concepts I plan to make underneath the cut)

(I repeat, some of these aren't final, just concepts)

Redesigning the entire undertale red and yellow cast into my style ( + the human souls )

Make a fuckign reference sheet for my persona

3 UTY AUs I plan to make

1st AU (Gameshow!AU) : Clover is aware of resets and they work along side Flowey with each other their own seperate goals (Clover - for the 5 missing children, Flowey - you already know), both of them treat the monsters and life itself as a video game and see everyone as nothing else but an NPC that exists in the game of life, however, deep down Clover genuinely cares and gets attached to everyone and their stories, but for the other's sake they have to pretend, pretend they don't care, pretend they're dismissive of everyone, and pretend to be the villain they claim they are. If they don't, Flowey will catch up and notice something's wrong so Clover just plays along as Flowey pulls on their strings and keep up the facade.

2nd AU (Insanity!AU) : Everyone's Insane, it's basically like the rot comic except Clover is actually alive this time and they witness everyone just spiraling into madness. They're just so sucked up and so mentally fucked it, it feeds my delulu brain. (Example: Starlo losing his identity and not knowing who he is anymore because of how much he pretended to be someone he wasn't) (it's giving horrortale without the cannibalism lol)

3rd AU (Sci-Fi!AU) : basically everyone is like working in a company like uhm.. Mission Impossible type style or smth... like... they gotta save clover from Flowey's antics or smth idk man I'm cringe asf. The fiesty 4 is ganna be there along with Decibat and Penilla, Ceroba is going to be like the main focus since she's the one doing the planning and all. (Everyone is going to be in uniform and everything omg theyre so cool)

Some actual domestic and cute fluffy art because god damn I make so much sad shit HAHAHA (Examples: Beach Barbeque party, laundry day, grocery/clothes shopping in the surface)

More animations/animatics

Other things that aren't related to uty

As for the rot comic series I kinda(?) made in the r/UndertaleYellow sub, posts will get slower. I already mentioned it on reddit but I'll just copypaste what I said here.

If you want my reddit acc uhhhhh here lol (Also speaking of reddit holy SHIT I GOT AN AWARD???? I also loved reading the really long texts omg I love it when people hyper analyze shit)

And speaking of analyze.. did you guys notice Starlo's thingy on his hat was supposed to be a heartbeat? :3c

[fandomworld9728]

Fateful Meeting (AppleDust):

Ozzie was right. This was not healthy. Mentally healthy since Lucifer didn't need to worry about his physical health like sinners and hellborns had to. But what else was he supposed to do? His wife had left him, and he was all alone in the palace. Locking himself in his workshop was worse than what he was doing now. At least like this he couldn't get lost in the month-long time sync of creating and depression naps.

That's how Lucifer found himself sitting on his couch, stuffing him face with ice-cream and watching shitty soap operas. This was a new low for him. The King of Hell sitting around in an old stain t-shirt and sweatpants, depression eating like some heartbroken teenager.

Groaning, he used his magic to clean up and get into some fresh clothes. He will not be telling Ozzie he was following his advice. All he'd be hearing from the Sin is I told you so. Opting to take his limo instead of just making a portal straight to his destination, Lucifer needed the extra time to give himself a pep talk.

Asmodeus, as the Sin of Lust, had of course suggested that Lucifer go out and pick up a partner for the night. Said that the sex would be a good way to get a dopamine rush and help him not be so pent up. Given how much sex him and Lilith had before their divorce, he knew Ozzie was right, but it felt like an abuse of his status if anyone recognized him. Maybe he should use his glamour to look like any other hellborn or sinner?

However, this was turning out to be a horrible idea. Not only was his indecision on if he should look like himself or not paired with his failure of a peptalk to himself was causing a lot of self-doubt. And now, the limo got a flat tire. While he could easily fix it himself, this once he let his drive handle it.

Popping the top off a bottle of champagne, Lucifer rolled his window down to let some air in hoping the sounds from sinners going out their night and the alcohol would distract him from his spiraling. The whispering outside didn't help. Great. 

"What's all the commotion? We got a new client?"

Turning his head to see the new demon to join the others in their gawking, Lucifer came face to face with the most gorgeous sinner he's ever seen. They were tall, so so tall, and slender. What little bit of clothes they wore showed off their curves, chest, and legs fantastically. Lucifer wondered if their white and pink fluffy fur felt as soft as it looked. And those eyes.

Then they leaned in through the window, chest propped up on their arms. Was it on purpose? Must be by the way the sinner's smile widened when they caught how his eyes were drawn to the fluff spilling out of their low-cut top. "Damn. Got us a demon daddy."

That comment had Lucifer choking on his drink. A demon what?!

"Daddy not your thing? Alright, I can work with that."

"Uh… wha-"

A finger pressed lightly against his lips while a soft hand gently caressed his cheek. A quick glance showed an extra set of arms still keeping their chest cushioned. Oh. If that didn't fill Lucifer's head with even more unholy thoughts.

"Shh. It's alright, baby. How about you let me take care of you?"

Fuck. Grip tightening on the bottle in his claws, Lucifer gasped as it easily shattered and the chilled liquid split on his clothes.

Amused, the pretty demon opened the limo door before climbing in to kneel between his legs. Their bottom hands resting on top of his knees, slowly pushing them open, while the top set begun to unbutton his wet jacket.

"How about we start by getting you out of these wet clothes?"

~

He was so utterly fucked! What was he thinking? Apparently horny and lonely Lucifer from last night thought it was a brilliant idea to bring a very famous porn star sinner back to the palace. Yes, he was beautiful, Lucifer wasn't blind. And okay, the sex was the best he's ever had.

But dammit Lucifer! You can't just bring people to sleep over at the palace! You have an image to maintain. Not to mention, the place hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long and oh yeah… the man in his bed had no clue he was the King of Hell!

Fuck, he needed to make a good impression. Can't have him his subjects thinking he's a slob. Quickly but carefully unwrapping the sinner from around him and practical falling out of bed, Lucifer got to work making this place more presentable. Thank the Heavens above and Hell below for his magic! Really made things like cleaning a piece of cake.

Setting his magic to go ahead and clean even the unused rooms in the palace since he was tidying up anyways, he took a shower and got ready for the day. Maybe he should make them some breakfast?

While Lucifer himself didn't need to eat unless under specific circumstances, he did enjoy how food tasted and the hit of dopamine it gave him. Plus, he was sure the sleeping demon would probably appreciate it since sinners needed to eat and he probably worked up quite the appetite last night fucking the king into his mattress. And the floor of the limo. And some of the walls. The stamina that guy was gifted was insane.

Nodding to himself, he set off to the kitchen to actually cook instead of just poofing food into existence. While he was a little out of practice in the kitchen, the fallen angel wasn't a horrible cook. When you've been alive for as long as he has, you pick up a thing or two.

While he got to work, Lucifer let his mind wander back to last night. How those six hands (yes, he had six of them!) were all over him making sure no part of his body was left untouched. When he wasn't sucking and biting into his pale skin, the spider demon gave him words of encouragement and praising him. Oh boy, was he weak for any sort of praise.

He had kept telling Lucifer how pretty, beautiful, and sexy he was. This was coming from Hell's number 1 porn star! Lucifer wasn't any of those things. He was a washed up, depressed old man. But damn if that didn't stroke his ego and fuel his pride.

And when he would him a good boy. His good boy. Just thinking about it had him groaning. His mind began to focus more on the memory than the food he was trying not to bur. It was difficult to try and not let it take over his thoughts.

"It's okay, baby. Just relax- there we go. You're being such a good boy."

Those were the last words Lucifer clearly remembered before he had lost himself to the pleasure. He swears he can still feel the texture of the upholstery on his knees and side of his face from where he had been face down during the drive home.

"Found you, baby. Aww are you cooking for little ol' me? You're so good to me."

[tundra1029]

Love

A/N: please read with the audio playing in the background, immersion at its peak or so i would say, can imagine as g!n/male/female/etc. just making a smol drabble cuz the audio is... just inspiring for me. Have a Happy Valentines Day!

WARNING: A lil angst, fluffy fluff!

You came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, having just finished showering, you walk towards your closet to acquire your clothes for the day as the radio buzzes and turns on.

It's when she walks in that door, and you look at her like it's the first time you've ever seen her.

All dressed up in your favorite outfit and ready to go, you get out of your dorm and immediately see your s/o standing behind your door and you grin.

and your heart drops, and you're amazed, and you can't wait to tell all your friends about this girl. You can't wait to tell your mom about this girl. And you simply say to yourself, "This is her. This is the one." That's love.​

They greet you as they always have and you say hi, stepping closer to them and leaning in to press your forehead to theirs and sweetly kiss them.

We're constantly so worried about a certain person being the one or that one person may not be the one, and we're wasting our time.

You both hold hands as you start your way to the cafeteria in order to get the day started.

When has love ever been the wrong thing to do? Loving someone is never the wrong thing to do. Loving yourself is the best thing you can do. And, why not love yourself and love someone else? That's the best of the best.​

You stare lovingly at their face as they begin to convey their morning to you. You were mesmerized with their eyes, so deep that you can keep getting lost in them, with their lip, so lush and kissable that if it were possible, you would never part from them.

When you see the person you love. When you see them, and you just know that is something great, and that is something that not a lot of people can feel, and you should be very, very thankful that you're able to feel that way. 

You let go their hand and lay your head on them and kisses their fair and soft covered skin as they wrap their arm around you and softly squeezes you. Praying to the gods you believed in and convey your gratefulness for gifting you such an amazing, kind and patient person who was with you through all the trials and sadness in life.

And if you're able to get that person, you should be even more thankful because people spend their whole lives thinking that that's the right person, and yet they can't have them, 

They kisses your cheek and whispers an i love you as they pull you closer to them, staring at you full with love and devotion.

So you best be grateful because love is the best thing that's ever happened to this world.

You wonder how you got so lucky as to have them with you as the light from the sun behind them casts a halo of light around their head, looking like an angel has come down and shower you with love. You have never had felt this love before and it scares and excites you but you decided to take that leap of faith and closed in on their face and you nuzzle their nose and they giggle, sounding like harmonious little bells.

 Love is the best feeling you can ever feel, whether it's from your mother, your father, your family, your brother, whatever it is, or whether it's from a loved one. You should never let it go. You should never let it die.

As you both walk into the cafeteria, you see your Ex hanging around with their arm wrapped around their toy of the month. Your eyes glosses over as flashes of arguments, fights, doors slamming and blood fills your mind but before you spiral into those memories, your s/o pulls you closer and pushes your face into their chest as they glare at your Ex.

 And just because your heart is broken one time, that doesn't mean you aren't supposed to love. 

You blush as they lead you to a table filled with friends and loved ones. They were looking at you both with grins and teasing smiles as they see your s/o being protective over your being.

That just means you weren't the right person for them, and they weren't the right person for you, otherwise they would still be there.​

As you sat down on a chair, you began to think of the what ifs and the what would be. What if your Ex didnt abuse you, What if they didnt save you, what if you werent enough for them. You look at your s/o who is talking to one of your friends with topics that they always talk about, you see their eyes light up with passion as they keep on talking. You close your eyes and get rid of those horrible thoughts and decides right then and there that you will always love and cherish them for as long as you are able to, you lay your head on their shoulder and nuzzle their neck as you whisper under your breath an i love you too.

So, please, never stop loving, ever. Love is the best thing. And never stop loving yourself.​

A/N: this is not proof read so sorry if this is bad and all. This was the first time i ever made a fic this long but i do hope you enjoy reading this! Happy Valentines to you all!

Tag list: @i984 @eviekensington @maryannecrimsworth @wol-fica @cursedchar @short-black-diamond @dragonfirerogue

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Wrapped Around You

you are here - ch. ii - ch. iii

A/N: This is a commission for @mariahmaru . I have had so much fun making this. I love yandere tropes. It fills my love of horror. I want to start posting all of the parts to my fanfics... I think... Maybe it would be a good idea? This is a test... If the community thinks it's silly... I won't do it. Please enjoy.

tags: Yan!Azul Ashengrotto x  Mai Bouquet, stalking, aged up au (they are both 25+) wc: 1.3k+

Mai laid in bed, chewing on her bottom lip with her cider colored brows knit tightly. In her hands was an eviction notice from her complex. She needed to leave her shoebox sized apartment in the next five days. It was just posted on the door when she returned from the administration office of her college. She had found out that her classes had been dropped through an email early that morning. Even though she was just on campus yesterday afternoon. It was short and straightforward. Telling Mai that due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ she would not be allowed to graduate this year and would have to re-enroll next fall. Even though she had attended each class on time and rarely missed due dates for homework. All of her projects were always graded above a B. Even as Mai pleaded and cried, the secretary claimed she could not give Mai a reason as to why she was being dropped. 

She only shooed the young woman out with manicured fingers as she took another call. Mai now laid on her back, her legs dangling off the edge of her bed as her head swam with what she could possibly do. Ask for more time on her eviction? She couldn’t recall any delinquent payments on her rent. She couldn’t imagine why she was suddenly being thrown out on such short notice. It was Saturday, so she couldn’t speak to the landlord until Monday. Her stomach twisted in discomfort as tears of frustration started to prick the corners of her eyes. It was as though the world had flipped upside down overnight. It was only noon, and she had to get ready for work before 2pm. Honestly, she wanted to call off. Curl up in bed and cry on the phone to her friends about what was going on. It was just so sudden. Mai neatly folded the notice in half and tossed it beside her. Her espresso colored eyes stared at the slowly spinning ceiling fan above. “What am I supposed to do?” She whispered under an exhausted breath. “Maybe a bath might help?” She mumbled to herself before slowly sitting up. Mai had run out of her apartment in a hurry, she didn’t do anything except throw on something decent and grab her purse. The bath sounded great actually. “I shouldn’t call off but I can’t exactly keep going to work if I end up homeless.” She sighed as she began to peel off her clothes. The soft and cozy fabrics hit the linoleum as she made her way to the bathroom with her phone in hand wearing soft pink colored underwear. Mai just needed to relax and think of the next step. Spiraling solves nothing. 

She left her phone on the edge of the sink before kneeling beside the tub on a shaggy, crystal  blue bath mat. Mai twisted the clear plastic knob jutting out from the wall and plugged the drain so the tub could fill. Mocha colored eyes lingered among the many soaps and shampoos cluttering the white acrylic edge. Maybe the bubbles could cheer her up as she soaked. There was now a milk colored bottle in her hands. It smelled faintly of mint leaves and lavender. Something to help ease the nerves as she drizzled the cream colored soap along the warm water. Watching it foam and froth as Mai got to her feet. Next she grabbed a fluffy pink towel, folding it to leave on the edge of her sink with her phone now on top. 

The bath filled as Mai looked at herself in the mirror. She leaned in close to the reflective surface with a frown. Messy hair with ever growing split ends, darkening eye bags, the sensitive skin on her face was starting to flake. It was awful. If Vil were here he would be scolding her for her clear lack of self care. As she gently pulled at the skin with the tips of her fingers, her phone began to ring. Buzzing softly against the pink towel with the screen telling her it was The Orange Bird Café. Mai’s brows creased from confusion. Her shift didn’t start until 2:30. Maybe they needed her to come in a little earlier? She hesitated before answering. Suddenly feeling bashful about her lack of clothes even if this wasn’t a video call. “Hello?” She raised the phone to her ear as she kneeled beside the tub again to stop the water. “You can’t come to work.” The voice on the other end was hurried, almost anxious in tone masked under the attempt to sound stern. “Um… What?” Mai felt her eyes widen in shock. Her stomach started to sink inside of her. It was her manager. Someone kind that she got along with quite well. “You’re… You can’t work here anymore…” The manager sounded like they were having a hard time breaking the sudden news. Like it was being forced.

Something feels wrong.  

“Can you tell me-”

“No. Just… Don’t come back.” The call abruptly ended and Mai’s phone nearly slipped from her fingers and into the steaming water. She placed it beside her instead with a shaking hand. “Don’t come back?” She repeated softly as the sinking feeling intensified. Mai just got fired. She was dropped from school. And she’s going to get evicted in the next few days. Her posture slumped as the tears that once pricked at her eyes began to roll down her cheeks in quick succession. A silent cascade as she stared at the foamy bubbles she assumed would bring her comfort. But now? She felt like they were filling her throat. Mai sniffled and sobbed in the tiny bathroom, resting on her knees as the tears pelted against her thighs and the shagged bathmat. People always say it can’t possibly get worse. Mai wanted to disagree. At least in the moment. 

Her phone buzzed against the flesh of her calf. Mai yelped in surprise, her breath nearly choking her as she stared down at the screen. Her hands now curled into her chest. It was a text. 

Mai didn’t want to see who it was from just yet. But thankfully it snapped her out of her distressed state. She couldn’t just sit and cry on the floor forever. Finally undressed to nothing but bare skin, she sank into the bathwater. The warmth eased her nerves as she sniffled quietly, reaching over the edge to grab her phone from the floor to check the incoming text. 

[Azul]: It’s been a few days. I wanted to check in. I know how busy you can be. 

She blinked away a few more tears and sadly opened her phone, texting back quickly and apologizing for the lack of communication. Mai liked Azul. She liked him a lot. But it was something she had already accepted to be a fantasy. He was a friend and nothing more. But in this moment of perfect timing, the swelling in her chest only intensified. It made the sinking in her stomach lighten instantly. 

[Mai]: today is just terrible. i dont know what kind of bad luck this is but it sucks. you wont believe it.

[Mai]: i got kicked out of school today!!!! for ‘unforseen circumstance’ whatever the hell thats supposed to mean!!!!!! and im getting evicted!??!??! i ALWAYS pay my rent on time and i saw the note on my apartment door when i came back and i cant even see my landlird until mondy and then i jst go t fi rd

Mai had started to cry again as she texted today’s events to Azul. She didn’t intend to vent. Usually she saved this stuff for when she had lunch with Vil and Rook. Her text had become incoherent at the end as she blinked away more and more tears. Sniffling away a string of mucus as she stared at Azuls response.

[Azul]: Do you need somewhere to stay?

[littlemessyjessi]

"Going On An Adventure": Chapter Two of the Thorin Oakenshield story "Treasure of the Wild"

"Treasure of the Wild" :  Goin On An Adventure     : Chapter Two: 

A Thorin Oakenshield Story 

Warnings:  This is a re-imagining The Hobbit, which of course I do not own.  The only thing I own is Fawn and her invidual story and such.  That being said, it takes place in Middle Earth which is gritty and slightly traumatizing in and of itself.   So there's that warning.   

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The first rays of light had yet to grace the Shire when Fawn arose. 

The sky outside was still an inky sort of blue as she gathered her dressing gown around her. 

With a heavy sigh, she opened the door and stepped into the night, settling down onto the bench to smoke her pipe. 

Last night after she'd departed to bed, she'd had a good cry over the words exchanged with her brother and then set about packing. 

She'd laid her clothes across the wooden trunk at the end of her bed and had a fitful sleep. 

Excitement had bubbled inside her, of course; what with the unknown possibilties dangling in front of her like she were horse and it some prized carrot. 

But also, she was unsettled by Bilbo's words. 

Did he really mean it? If she left, would she really be barred from returning?

Would her home in Bag End be gone from her? 

Would he really claim her as his family no more? 

Her spiral of misery was interrupted as the door opened drawing her attention. 

Dark hair streaked with rivers of silver that caught the starlight told her exactly who it was before the moon had a chance to light those fiery sapphire eyes. 

He paused at the sight of her, "My apologies, m'lady.  I will wait." 

"Nonsense." she said, scooting over and patting the bench beside her.  "There is plenty of room in Bag End for the both of us and plenty as well on this bench.  Come and smoke your pipe, Master Oakenshield." 

He bowed his head in gratitude as he sat beside her. 

It was silent between them for a moment. 

The only sound being that of the Shire and their exhales of  smoke that spiraled together dancing off into the distance. 

"It's Thorin, by the way." he spoke. 

"Pardon?" she asked, blinking over at him. 

"Thorin." he repeated. "You don't have to call me Master Oakenshield every time.  Just Thorin will do. I never actually got to introduce myself properly before.  Gandalf cut in."  

She nodded, a slight small pulling at her lips, lifting her fluffy cheeks up a bit.

"I suppose he was probably trying to deflate my brother's temper before it got out of hand at the prospect of him defacing our property." she said glancing at him. "Bilbo did, in fact, paint that door a week ago.  If he knew Gandalf went carving into it he'd be set about like a wet hen." 

Thorin chuckled at the image of the hobbit having a right fit. 

"It wouldn't be the first time though." she continued.  "I think I was nearly eight or so when he'd painted it last.  And I, in my obviously clearly superior wisdom at all of eight years old, thought it could do with some additions." 

Thorin lifted a brow for further explanation. 

"I painted daisies on the wet paint with mud." she said. 

Thorin's chest shook as a deep rumbling laugh overcame him and she couldn't help but join him. 

"He did not find it so funny, I assure you." she said. 

"I would've loved to have seen that sight." he admitted. 

"Oh, it was a sight to behold." she said. "He was so cross with me that he didn't speak to me for a day.  I honestly thought he was going to to take me back where he'd found me." 

Thorin's brows furrowed, "Where he fou-" 

He never got the chance to finish that sentence as Gandalf poked his head out the door. 

"We should get a move on.  Make sure everyone has everything.  We need to be on our way at first light." 

Fawn nodded, gathering the skirt of her dressing gown. 

"Coming, Master Oak-" she stopped at his glance. "Thorin.  Are you coming, Thorin?" 

He nodded, "Yes, Miss Bagg-" 

He paused at her own look. 

A smile tugged at his lips as he corrected himself, "Fawn.  Yes, I'm coming." 

The two of them made their way back inside, Thorin making sure to get ahead of her and open the door. 

She gave him a small, sweet smile as she passed him, "Thank you." 

He tilted his head again, those fiery eyes of his following in her wake. 

Fawn returned to her room, fluffy cheeks aflame and a thundering heart to boot. 

Her fingers ghosted over the afghan and she pulled it to her chest for a tight hug. 

"Mother, be with me on this journey.   Please give me strength." she whispered into the night before folding it neatly and laying it over the bed again. 

She thought of taking it, in case Bilbo really meant what he said but chose not to in a silent prayer that maybe he would see it and know that she was only doing what she felt in her heart. 

She turned to her glory box at the end of her bed once more and pulled out the shining dagger that she'd kept hidden for so long. 

Long and silver with strips of black leather around the handle and one shimmering blue stone in the end. 

She held it in her hand once more, the weight of it heavy in her palm.  

It was comforting. 

Another rustle of fabric and she retrieved her other hidden treasures wrapped up in her thatch of fur from long ago. 

She'd long since outgrown the deep blue dress of her youth that her mother had made.   

Cuts of it now served as wrappings for her long dark hair to keep it from her eyes. 

The thatch of fur had been refashioned into a lovely stole that she wore with her winter coat to keep her neck cozy. 

She'd never actually repurposed those silver mountain buttons but chose them to keep them on her at all times.   

A comfort resting in her pockets that she counted when she got overwhelmed or panicked. 

She shook the lingering glimmers of memories past from her mind and gathered the weapons she'd been hiding for years. 

A set of throwing knives, sharp and delicately made to look like feathers.   

An absolutely beautiful hatchet with a handle of ebony wood and shining steel for the blade. 

The carvings were beautiful, geometric and ornate. 

Fawn knew them to be dwarves as all of her small hoard of weapons were. 

She'd purchased them from a dwarrow couple over the years for the short time they resided in Bree. 

Fawn had an affinity for shiny little trinkets in general but she could not deny that her heart beat a bit faster when it came to weaponry. 

She'd always hid them, of course. 

It wasn't very respectable for a hobbit to have weapons of war about in their homes. 

Much less a lady. 

Though, Fawn was not a hobbit and she hardly deemed to call herself a lady with her adventurous and less than respectable tendencies.  

A smile pulled at her lips as she tugged on her best boots. 

A sturdy pair leather boots that had once been dark were now faded gray with a glinting steel cap on each toe. Purchased from that same dwarrow couple a few years back. 

Try as she might, Fawn Baggins was no hobbit and therefore she did, in fact, need shoes. 

Those boots were worth every coin as they had lasted her ten years already and the only sign of age was simply the faded color. 

Soon after she was dressed and pulling her pack behind her. 

Her eyes lingered on that thatch of fur for a moment. 

It was April now with summer approaching but she hadn't really any idea how long she'd be gone or what type of lands she'd been crossing. 

As a last minute decision she snatched it up and tucked it in the sack, if nothing else but for comfort and the memory of her mother's eyes when she'd first brought it home. 

She gently closed her bedroom door and moved into the corridor, her eyes flitting over her childhood home. 

Framed on the wall or various shelves were paintings and sketchings done in her youth. 

Carvings by her father's endless wittling and many a crocheted doily by grandmama. 

She stopped in front of her brother who was currently laid out, having clearly been exhausted from the prior evening's events. 

His curls were a mess and his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks. 

She was going to miss him so much. 

She hoped he wouldn't be too angry with her. 

She leaned down to press the softest of kisses into his curls and whispered, "Please forgive me, brother.  I love you with all my heart.  Keep me in yours with fondness, please." 

The dwarves waiting outside had had no trouble in hearing her but chose not to remark on it. 

Thorin glanced at his closest friend, Dwalin, to see him looking inside with an odd sort of look in his eyes. 

Thorin had seen it before. 

He pitied her and, in truth, so did Thorin. 

Gandalf, stood in the doorway, opened his arm for her, "Come, Fawn.  It is time to go." 

She sniffled softly, looking once more at Bilbo, before she turned and joined them. 

The door closed behind her and she felt the finality of it like a great slam though Gandalf had only eased it shut. 

A chapter had closed in her life and that chapter was Bag End. 

The heaviness sat upon her chest like a great boulder but she charged forward none the less following the Company as they trekked down the small path towards a bunch of grazing ponies. 

Fawn's eyes sparkled at the sight of them, a smile tugging at her lips. 

"Oh, Fawn, dear. I nearly forgot in all of the excitement last night." Gandalf said drawing her attention. "But I have something for you." 

He stepped aside revealing an absolutely magnificent, gray horse with a patch of white coating part of it's neck and face and there, right across the patch, it was spotted with an expolsion of dark spots. 

Fawn gasped, "Gandalf, how beautiful!" 

The wizard chuckled. 

"Well, the two of you seem to share a marking." he said gesturing to the dots all over her face.  "And when I saw, I just knew you were meant for one another." "What's his name?" she whispered, slowly moving forward.

"Her name is Constellation." Gandalf said in that mystical way of his.  "For the many stars who have graced her." 

"Constellation." Fawn whispered, gently petting the creature and practically vibrating with pure excitement. "Connie, for short." 

Laughter bubbled up around her but Fawn's eyes were for Connie and Connie alone. 

"As I said, I meant to gift her last night for your birthday but time completely got away from me." he said which caused an absolute uproar from the dwarves. 

"Birthday?!"  "What do you mean it was your birthday?" "Why didn't you say anything?" "You should've told us!" 

"Well, we had only just met." Fawn said gently.  "I was just happy to have guests.  You all made my birthday a very merry evening.  I will be forever grateful for the joy you have brought me." 

"Aye, lass but if we'd known we might've-" Dwalin began. 

"You might've gone away in some absurd act of being polite and while I appreciate the sentiment… I would've been very sad.  I much more enjoyed the alternative.  I haven't celebrated my birthday truly since mother's passing and the gathering we had last night would've pleased her greatly.  She was the life of the party.  She would have absolutely adored each and every one of you." Fawn said kindly but to the point.  

 "And furthermore," she said as she swung herself up onto Connie. "Belladonna Took would've taken great pride in the fact that her home was the meeting place for The Company of Thorin Oakenshield to discuss this great quest to reclaim Erebor and slay that dirty old slug, Smaug." 

The dwarves chuckled at her attitude though Gandalf had to agree, "Tis true.  If Belladonna were still here, she would've been the first to sign the contract to go, no doubt dragging blustering old Bungo along with her." 

"Exactly." said Fawn. "So I don't want to hear another word about it.  It was a lovely gathering and I thank you all of for attending the birthday party that I did not plan but am, in fact, very grateful for.  When we reach Erebor, I shall make you all a cake in gratitude." 

"Well, if it's the seed cakes then I will hold you to it, lass." Dwalin said, a mischevious twinkle in his eye. 

She grinned at him, fluffy cheeks pushing her eyes up into little half moons. 

Thorin said nothing through the whole ordeal but instead chose to just stare at her with her dark sheet of hair twisted into a knot at the back of her head and her pillowy, plump body and her pretty soft cheeks. 

And her absolutely lovely eyes that glittered like topaz.  

Fawn Baggins was a vision to Thorin Oakenshield. 

A vision he very much could not afford to have cloud his own. 

However, he couldn't truly say that he minded.

The Company set out and Fawn eventually ended up between Fili and Kili, the young heirs. 

"So Fawn." Kili began, gathering her attention. 

"Yes, dear?" she asked, glancing at the dark haired prince…. who immediately blushed at both the attention and term of endearment. 

"Those are some rather nice boots you've got there." he commented. 

"Aye, they look dwarven in make." Fili piped up, drawing her attention to the blond. 

"Thank you." she said with a proud little grin. "They are.  There used to the loveliest dwarrow couple who lived in Bree for a short time.  Just the sweetest people.  Fonel made such beautiful things and when it was time for a new pair of shoes, I knew exactly who I was seeing.  Her husband, Vren, worked as a blacksmith.  He made the loveliest things.  Oh, you should've seen it.  I could've spent all my time in that forge!" 

"Truly?" Kili asked, easily catching her rather contagious excitement. 

"Truly!" she grinned and reached down to draw her dagger. "This little beauty right here is the very first piece I ever got from him.  Fonel and Vren gave it to me as a gift for Yule one year." 

Fili reached forward, "May I?" 

She handed it over and his eyes grew taking in the blade, "This is quite the gift and if a dwarrow gave it to you as a gift you should be rest assured that they thought very highly of you, Miss Fawn." 

Her eyes glimmered with tears, "I thought very highly of them as well.  They made my little adventures to Bree a very pleasant time.  They were like family.   I miss them terribly." 

"Miss them? Are they not still in Bree?" Kili asked. 

Fawn shook her head, "No, they were only there for a few years.  Vren said they were moving towards the Ironhills in search of some of their kin.  Said they had a new pebble to take care of.  I later found out that pebble means a baby.  Which is highly adorable and I love it so much that should I ever decide to have a child, I will most certainly and without fail be referring to them as a pebble.  And I don't care what anyone says." 

There was a collective chuckle as her sassy vehemenent insistence on the matter. 

"But in any matter, apparently Vren's sister would need as much help as she could get with the little one and so they were going to help." she said. "Which, of course, I do understand.  Babies are such clumsy, accident prone little things but oh how sweet and precious they are." 

Thorin, at the head of the group, looked forward but could not help the smile at tugged at his lips listening to her gushing over little ones. 

"I do hope to see them again someday though.  I miss them something fierce and, of course, it wouldn't exactly hurt my feelings to see this cute little pebble that they left for."  she said, a mischevious little giggle escaping her at the thought. 

"Babies are cute." Kili admittedly. "Clumsy, yes. But cute nonetheless." 

"'Cept you." Fili teased his brother.  "You looked like a troll." 

"Oi!" Kili said, throwing his boot at this brother who only laughed and caught it before it could connect. 

"Aw, Fili." Fawn laughed. "How mean.  Kili, I'll bet that you were a positively adorable little pebble.  What?  With you big dark eyes? Sparkly little puppy eyes are dangerous.  I bet you got whatever you wanted!" 

"Aye, he did actually." Fili admitted.  "I was there." 

"I doubt you were no different." Fawn teased.  "All fluffy blond hair and blue eyes and dimples to boot!  Like a little lion cub, I'm sure.  If I should ever have the opportunity to meet your mother I shall have to commend her for her strength.  I don't know that it something I possess.  I will admit that I am very, very, very weak when it comes to little ones. What did you say her name was again?" 

"Dis." Fili said.  "And when you see Amad, you'll understand how she had absolutely no trouble telling us no. She's a force to be reckoned with." 

"Aye, it's Uncle Thorin who let us get away with everything." Kili added. 

"Oh? Is that so?" 

Thorin rolled his eyes at the positively impish tone to her voice. 

"Those days have long since passed." he said aiming it more towards his nephews than her as he turned to lift a dark brow at them. 

"Oh, I'm sure." she said, a little smirk on her plump lips. 

Thorin narrowed his eyes at her. 

She was teasing and yet… he couldn't find it in him to be upset. 

She looked far too happy in that moment. 

"What about you, Miss Fawn?" 

It was Bofur that spoke up this time. 

"What about me?" she asked. 

"What were you like as a pebble?" he asked. 

"Oh, that's something you'll have to ask Bilbo.  Bilbo-" she started immediately looking for her brother only for her smile to fall, "Oh, right. Um, well, maybe one day you can ask him if you pass through the Shire again.  He can tell you better than I." 

Fawn's entire demeanor seemed to change and she sunk a bit in the saddle.

Fili and Kili exchanged a look behind her back before glancing at their uncle who looked at her a moment longer before looking away when he couldn't bare the sight of her sad features anymore. 

"Ah, cheer up, lassie." said Balin.  "It'll be alright." 

Fawn forced a smile to the older dwarf. 

"Balin is right, my dear." Gandalf spoke. "Bilbo will be along soon enough.  You know he doesn't let you get too far for too long without him." 

"I'm afraid not this time, old friend." Fawn said with a sigh. "You heard him.  I've gone and done it this time.  Made a real Took of myself." 

"Well, then.  You should be quiet proud." the wizard said.  "I was always fond of the Tooks.  And Bilbo will be along, dear.  He is a Baggins by name but the both of you have got a Tookish streak in you a mile long. Give it time." 

Fawn shook her head at the old wizard. 

He knew very well that she hadn't any Took blood in her at all. 

"In fact, I'd wager that he's waking up right about now, realizing how dreadfully boring it will be without your troublesome self and is all but running to follow us so that he doesn't perish from the quiet." he said. 

"I'll take that wager!" someone shouted which then ensued a vigorous conversation revolving placing bets as to when and if Bilbo would show. 

Fawn had her doubts and stayed out of the betting but it did make her a smile a little to see them all mischeviously jiggling their coin pouches. 

The Company carried on through the woodland for a bit longer until a cry cut through the air. 

"Wait!" 

A gasp ripped it's way out of Fawn as she turned to see her brother running to catch up with them. 

She bolted off of Connie and raced towards him as fast as she could. 

"Bilbo!" she cried, snatching him from the ground in a spinning hug.  "You came!" 

"Of course I came, Fawnie." he sighed when she sat him down and knelt before him. 

Bilbo held her cheek in his hand for a moment, "I couldn't very well let you run off on your own, now could I?  I picked you up all those years ago and brought you home and promised to look after you.  I can't very well do that sat in Bag End while you're off on some grand adventure now can I?" 

Fawn sniffled, tears in her eyes, "No, I suppose not.   And it's a good thing too.  You know I'm just loads of a trouble." 

"Exactly.  It was purely practicality really." he teased. 

"Of course.  A civic duty really." she said, laughing through her tears.

"Wouldn't have been fair at all for me to leave the dwarves to put up with you." he teased. 

"Tis true.  I'm a handful.  Just terrible really." she agreed. 

"Miss Fawn, you're no trouble at all and I-" Kili started to defend her but stopped when he saw the two of them smile at him.  "Oh, you're joking.  Sorry." 

The pair of them shared a laugh before Fawn sniffed again, "You're really coming?" 

"Yes, I am." he said, urging her to stand and they made their way towards the front of the group. 

"I signed it." Bilbo said, waving the contract before presenting to Balin who made a show of opening his eyeglass and looking it over. 

"Everything appears to be in order." said Balin before placing a well aimed wink at the hobbit.  "Welcome, Master Baggins, to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield." 

There was a round of chuckles from the group and Fawn took to squeezing her brother in happiness again. 

"Easy, Fawn, easy." Bilbo gasped.  "Cutting off the air supply." 

"Oh, right, sorry, sorry." she said, releasing him. 

Thorin watched the interaction amused with both the hobbit's change of heart and the massive smile on Fawn's face. 

He decided right then that she looked absolutely radiant when she was happy like that and it was a sight he wouldn't mind seeing more of. 

Fawn glanced up at him and their gazes lingered for a moment before he eventually broke it to say, "Give him a pony." 

"No, no, no, no.  That won't be necessary. Thank you. I'm sure I can keep up." Bilbo stuttered. 

"Oh, yes, Bilbo! You just have to.  They're so cute!" Fawn tittered excitedly. "And you've yet to meet Connie!" 

"I've done my fair share of walking on holiday- and who's Connie?" Bilbo said, eyes growing in size when he watched his sister climb upon the great steed. 

"This is Connie! Constellation actually but Connie for short! Isn't she lovely?" Fawn asked. 

"Yes, yes, Fawn, lovely." he said, getting a bit nervous about the ponies.  "But really I'm in no need of a pony.  I've even gotten as far as Frogmorton once- urgh!" 

His nervous rambling was cut off when Fili and Kili simply picked him up and placed him on the pony. 

Fawn had Connie sidle up next to him with a giant smile on her face. 

Rather unnerving actually. 

Bilbo never knew anything good to come when she was that excited. 

"Bofur!" she called and the dwarf in question. 

"Yes, lass?" he smiled at her. 

"What is the name of this pony?" she asked. 

"Hasn't got one." he said.  "Just a pony."

"Just a pony!" she gasped in pure outrage. "How rude! I shall name you, darling. Don't fret." 

Bilbo gave his sister a look of exasperation, "Must you?" 

"I must." she said. "Now, let's see.  You're a lovely color, darling.  Maybe Cinnamon?  No, no, that won't do. Perhaps, Brownie? No, that is dreadful. Biscuit?! No, that's a terrible name for a pony.  What was I thinking?" 

Thorin could not hold his smile at the sound of her muttering. 

Luckily, he was at the front. 

Well, save for Dwalin, who - at a glance- gave him a very knowing look. 

He simply scowled at him. 

"I've got it! Myrtle! Her name shall be Myrtle!" Fawn beamed. 

"Myrtle?" Ori asked softly.  

"Yes!" Fawn grinned. "Myrtle from the myrtle tree which has absolutely lovely fragrant blossoms AND is a symbol of purity. Good luck, you know." 

"And you want to name a pony after purity?" Gloin asked. 

"Yes, of course." she said. "My other option was Magnolia which means 'great excellence' but I found that a bit too onstentatious.  Additionally, it would've been Maggie for short. Bilbo and I have a cousin called Maggie and, well,  she is incredibly unpleasant.  I should not like to invoke that negative energy onto this quest, thank you very much." 

The group chuckled at her ramblings while Bilbo scolded her. 

"Fawn Baggins, that was rude." Bilbo said. 

"It's true!" she said back.  "She is unpleasant.  Nearly as bad as Lobelia.  And besides, dearest darling Myrtle is a sweetheart.  I shouldn't like to burden her with a name laden with such negative connotations. Honestly, Bilbo, it's like you don't even know me sometimes!" 

Fili couldn't help but grin. 

Fawn Baggins was a riot and she seemed to come alive all the more when her brother was near.   

He was glad the hobbit had decided to join for more than one reason. 

When it was time to pay up coin purses started flying through the air and Fawn moved up to take Gandalf's place near the front. 

She and Connie sidled up beside Dwalin who greeted her with an uncharacteristic smile. 

Though to Fawn, it was all too familiar in the two days she'd known him. 

He seemed to have a soft spot for her. 

"Feelin' better now are ye', lass?" he asked, a knowing twinkle in his eye when he saw Thorin bristle out of the corner of his eye. 

"Much!" she grinned.  "May I ride up here with you? I like to keep my eyes ahead if possible.  I'm very excited to see where we're going." 

"Yer not botherin me, lass." he said. "I don' mind yer company at all." 

She grinned, those fluffy cheeks sending her eyes into half moons again, "Great!" 

"Thorin?" she called his name and he glanced at her to show she had his attention.  "Where are we headed exactly?" 

He lifted a brow, "To Erebor." he said simply. 

She sighed at him dramatically, "Well, yes. But what path are we taking?  I didn't get the best look at the map last night." 

"You needn't worry yourself with it." he said with a shake of his head.  "Just stick close to me and you'll be safe." 

Dwalin cut his eyes sideways at his old friend. 

An interesting choice of words … but he decided to let him have this. 

"Well, the only reason I really asked was because if we were to travel the old main path, there is a short detour that curves but leads out all the same." she said. 

"And?" he asked.  "For what reason would we divert from our original path?" 

"There is a rather wild garden that grows on that path that is free to all.  We could stock up on some things.  Wild herbs, there are vegetables and a few of the trees are fruiting right now.  Not all but some." she said. 

"And how came you to know of this garden free to all?" he inquired. 

"Because I planted it." she said matter of factly.  "It is for any wary traveler to use as long as they are respectful to the earth." 

Bilbo, further down the line, smiled softly at her words as he knew them to be true. 

That 'free to all' garden had been there for twenty years and always had something to bare. 

Fawn had claimed that patch when she was around nine or so on a trip back from holiday and they'd come across a traveler who was hungry. 

Fawn had promptly given him everything edible in her bag and vowed to find him more.   

Bilbo remembered the determined little girl, climbing through berry brambles and climbing trees for an apple. 

The traveller had been grateful and went on his way in much better shape than they'd found him. 

Fawn had been disturbed by the idea of someone going hungry though and spent the longest time turning it into the 'free to all garden" . 

It flourished and Bilbo had never told her but he'd been very proud of her for it. 

"I think it's a great idea!" Fili piped up from his spot by Bilbo. 

"Yeah, I want to see this magical garden!" called Kili. 

"Well, it's not magical." Fawn grinned at the pair of them as she turned.  "But there are blackberries! Which, for this time of year, is pretty magical, I'd say." 

"Blackberries?" Thorin asked.  

Dwalin smirked. 

Hook, line and sinker. 

She had him. 

Thorin Oakenshield was a sucker for blackberries and it was clear as day on his face. 

"Yes!" she grinned at him.  "And they are rather good if I do say so myself.   I'm not sure why they come so early as blackberry season isn't really until at least height of summer but it's always been like that in the garden.  But I love blackberries so I just don't question it.  Best not to jinx it."  

"And how long will it take with this detour?" Thorin asked. 

Dwalin could see the cogs turning in his head. 

"Oh, six one way, half a dozen the other.  No difference really.  A bit more scenic.  And there are a lot of deer near if you wanted to have a quick hunt.  And it's not exactly Bag End but I have made a little shelter there as well.   Just something to keep you safe and dry if you were traveller in need of it." she said. 

"And how far is it?" he asked. 

"From here? Oh about a day or so depending." she said. 

"Depending on what?" he asked. 

"Depending on how fast you want to get to the blackberries!" she said impishly making him chuckle in spite of himself. 

He couldn't help it. 

Thorin glanced back at Balin, "What say you?" 

The white haired dwarrow looked at the woman in question with her big puppy eyes and pleading face. 

"I say it would be a good idea to replenish supplies and take refuge.  We'll no doubt have plenty of difficult times ahead, Thorin.  Best we take the opportunities when presented." he said. 

Thorin held his gaze a bit longer before glancing among the hopeful looks of the company and finally to the woman who was looking at him with the biggest hopeful eyes he'd ever seen. 

He caved.  Hard. 

"Alright.  Take us to your little garden when we're close." he said and chuckled again when she cheered. 

"Yay! You won't be sorry! I promise!" she said.  

And truthfully, Thorin didn't think he would be. 

Even if it ended up in a mess. 

Even if they ended up lost. 

Somewhere deep down… he knew it was worth it just to see that happy little smile on her face. 

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Hello loves! Thank you for being patient with me as I worked on this update!

I do hope you like it and are getting deeper into Fawn's character.

I will say, she's not exactly as she seems and I'm curious to see if any of you pick up on the clues and figure out the secret before it's revealed. I would love to know your thoughts!

Also, if you want to catch up on the story, there are two parts before this. The Prologue: A Baggins of Bag End and Chapter One: An Unexpected Hostess.

With love eternally, Kenny 

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Hi!! I hope it's not too late but i wanna know about the To be a guardian wip :))))

It isn't too late!! I'm always happy to talk about my wips 😂

This one is something that spiraled out of control from this writing prompt, and now has over 30k words (it was supposed to be a simple one shot lol)

It's an AU, where Aziraphale isn't the angel of the eastern gate. Crowley is a slightly different character, he has been alone on earth since the beginning, so he's more lonely, but he has a lot more power and freedom since the arrangement is with Beelzebub. He ends up adopting Warlock more or less how the prompt suggests. Warlock is an orphan, and Crowley ends up relating to him and being properly good, even if he wouldn't admit it. The whole thing is about loving and letting yourself be loved and taking care of other people. I'm still developing Aziraphale’s part, but here he is Adam's uncle and a literature teacher. Because of some circumstances (the satanic nuns are his family in this one, and they're sort of an angel obsessed cult lol) he will need to take care of Adam and you can guess how A/C will meet.

A (long) snippet:

Time passes.  Crowley keeps meeting with Warlock sporadically, until the encounters aren't sporadic at all – he starts to accompany the kid everyday from school to home, to make sure he's alright. Somedays, he ends up helping him with the homework and laughing about the dinosaur bit (he will never tell Warlock the truth though, the kid likes the dinos). In others, he scolds Warlock for not getting enough sleep, going to bed later to read his beloved comics, or for not eating enough vegetables, of all things (those times he felt especially undemonic and out of place. Those times, everyone around Mayfar suffered a little bit more with his annoyance, just to even things out). On most days though, they enjoyed each other's company and Crowley incentivizes Warlock to be a little piece of work to the teachers who refuse to understand him.  With time, Crowley's flat gets warmer. The lights, always so white and bright, start getting cosier. The throne room now has a wall full of Warlock's drawings – some of them he stole, most of them gifted, only a few that Crowley helped draw. The couch in the sitting room gets comfier, and a fluffy white rug appears under it. Slowly, the walls, before so dark-grey and stone-like, acquire a more light, inviting and less oppressive tone. The kitchen now has food in its  storage besides coffee and alcohol. Actually, he had a proper pantry now, not that he dared to think too much about it; he supposed he was in need of a new hobby to occupy himself, and cooking was as good as anything else, really. The cupboard, having before only one sleek black mug, now also hides a fun colourful one, that he refuse to notice it was super hero themed. Somehow, comic books find their way between Crowley's soul collection, and who could blame him? He watched so many cartoons and talked so much about it with the kid that he learned to enjoy it quite a bit (his favourite were the ones with some Endless beings, that he found while browsing for more comics for Warlock. Crowley thought it was pretty malign to give the kid more books to distract him from responsibilities. No other reason at all for it, obviously). By the door, hangs appear to hold coats, right above a shoe rack, things that Crowley never needed since it was easier to snap his clothes on or off. The passenger seat of the Bentley grows a safety belt. All the big floor to ceiling windows and the balcony gets secured with a safety net. Small changes keep happening all around him without his knowledge and at a slow pace, Crowley not being able to recognize the gradual changes, but, with time, his house feels less and less lonely.

One day, a couple months before the first time he met Warlock completes one year, Crowley is walking towards his bedroom, and notices that the hall is longer. He halts, side eyeing a weird new door by his side. It is a sleek built-in one, the same type from the throne room, but smaller and not pivoting in the middle. It wasn't there before; it never existed before, and Crowley doesn't know since when it has been there, doors like these are supposed to be mostly unnoticeable. A shivering fear crawls behind his back; Hell shouldn't be able to mess with his flat. It's supposed to be a neutral ground, his house being the only place that Hell or Heaven couldn't interfere, an old agreement. He opens it, dreading whatever will be behind the door. He's welcomed by a sight that makes his mind stop in shock. It's a comfortable sized room, not too big to make you feel bad, and definitely not small – just the right amount of space to be cosy and still have plenty of room. The walls are a light greyish blue, still having the stone like texture, although softened by the change of colour. The window is big, having a beautiful landscape of the city framed by soft red curtains. A comfy kids bed with the same shade of covers occupies a side of the wall. There’s a white desk and chair in the middle of the opposite wall, surrounded by also white built-in shelves, ready to be filled with clutter. A soft rug sprawls in the middle of the room, with comfy beanbags, all following the colour scheme of the rest of the room. Crowley slides with his back to the wall, sinking into the floor. The sight of that perfect room burns behind his eyes. He knows who this is all for. He hugs his knees and lets himself cry soundlessly. It aches. He can't run away from it anymore. Nor pretend to run away from it anymore. He likes the kid. Even his house likes the kid (okay, maybe that has to do with his subconscious moulding his surroundings, but anyways). Even if it will hurt in the end, even if it doesn't make sense, he wants to protect Warlock, help him grow up, see him enjoy life and be able to provide comfort and… and care. He won't say love. Demons don't love.

Look, To be a guardian is my roman empire. I'm even making a 3D model of Crowley's flat.

There's so much I wanna talk about lol I could go on for hours.

If everything goes alright, I plan of making this a 3 part series. The first one, is focused on Crowley and Warlock relationship, the second is where there might be a slow burn between Crowley and Aziraphale, and the last one is where there is sorta of a... hm... impending doom. Yep. But just the first part is solid, the rest still need lots of plotting, and the draft is *rough*.

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Dadbastian week day 3&4 : Trick or Treat and Different Kids (late)

I'm late :( Meep.

That one is a bit odd. I fought with it for days and I'm not sure I like the final result but I was not going to throw every away. I hope yall still like it.

Slight warning for mention of alcohol and bleeding.

Butlers and masters were placed around the table, looking at the board laid down on it. It felt old looking, colorful squares following each other and spiraling around like a happy snake. The boys looked over lazily, still occupied by their candy fishing activity. 

“Would you please try and pay attention?” Sebastian sighed at them both, going over the instructions again. He was wearing a simple dark costume which Ciel had difficulties to recognize what it might refer to. So was Alois’ butler, who was quietly sorting pieces. 

“What are you?” Ciel asked, pointing his finger at his own butler. 

Sebastian blinked, a surprised look on his face. 

“Master,” he began, frowning, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Another pause followed his question. Before any answer had the time to form, he changed tone and subject completely, coming back to the board in front of them. It was a simple Game of Goose with a little twist – the boys would be playing the part of pieces and move along inside the manor as they progressed within the game. 

Alois clapped his hands in excitement, his clothes bouncing cutely. He was enveloped in soft tissues, all pink, making it seem as if he would dissolve in a cup of tea. His large blouse was tied up with ribbons on the sleeves at several places, his bloomer shorts paired with lace tights and boots complimented a long train of tulle, that could almost be mistaken as a dress from afar. The tulle joined in a fluffy bow on the back. A pointy hat finished the look of an ethereal fairy. Ciel wore a dark headpiece covering most of his head which was tied up in a bow under his chin. Two little fabric demon horns pointed out at the top and the piece framed his face with cream frills in such a way that it made it almost heart shaped, only leaving some strands of hair escaping from the cap. His long, flowy blouse blurred his shape and was paired with a darker vest, covered by a long coat. They were contrasting adorably. 

It was decided that Ciel as the youngest would be starting. He rolled his red dice and made his piece travel back and forth, meeting hardship on the way. It finally ended somewhere. 

“The Well. You will be starting in the Garden!” Sebastian explained and in doing so, gave Ciel his own dice, plus a miniature version of the board to take with him (he put it all in his pocket) and a lamp. The boy felt like he was about to travel to some unknown place. 

“And then?” he asked,

“And then, you’ll see.” Sebastian gently smiled at him. “Good luck, young master.”

The man gestured towards the door and Ciel blinked, not sure of what to make of such a dramatic display. Thinking of it as a part of the game, he left the warm room and was swallowed by the dark corridors. The sound of laughter and lights slowly faded as he continued to progress inside the manor until everything got quiet. Darkness was early on its schedule, indicating the winter was coming soon. However that contrast made the boy uneasy, it felt like the place had sunk somewhere or maybe he himself walked away, getting far as he felt the room earlier. Well, it’s all idiotic, he was far too old to be impressed by silence and lack of lights wasn’t he? 

The Well

Aimlessly wandering outside with the sound of his boots disturbing the wet grass as company, he started to feel lost.  

“And then,” he repeated to himself.

“Then,” an unexpected response came, from nowhere, “Your next stop is deeper”

Looking over for the voice, his eye landed on a tall figure with recognizable gold eyes. He was holding an umbrella, and it was at this moment Ciel registered the thin rain.

“Faustus”

“This is who I am,” the spider answered, unexpressive.  

“What are you supposed to be?” Ciel asked out of the blue. 

“At some point, during your childhood,” the butler began, “you probably had an irrational fear your parents couldn’t make sense of. Usually something from outside threatening to take you away, deep in the woods’ belly.” he paused, “I am that very thing, from inside the woods’ belly. I hope my answer satisfies you.”

The boy did not answer. Assuming he had no complaints, Claude pointed over to a small passage leading deeper in the gardens which he followed with unsure steps. At some point Ciel looked back. The spider was gone. What an odd interaction he just had. In the middle bushes he found it. An arranged area with a single, white table at the end. The only thing on it was an upside down tea cup. He reached for it. 

“Young Master! Young Master! Wait for us!”

He was again a bit startled but started to get used to the idea. Looking to the bushes he saw three red things rising, like gigantic plants coming to life. It took some eye rubbing to understand he wasn’t dreaming them. He deeply sighed, annoyed.

“You scared me!”

“Scare you? Why would we?” asked his servant Finny, with a puzzled expression.

“You should feel safer!” Meyrin followed.

Ciel raised his eyebrow analyzing their odd costume. They wore those enormous red hats, dotted in white, the rest was a beige puffy ensemble. 

“Don’t worry! We’re the kindest Amanitas!” the gardener chuckled, as if it was the cause of his master’s fear. 

“Quick quick, roll the dice, your friend got ahead!” Bard said, pressing him. 

Ciel shrugged, did as he was told and moved his finger on the miniature board, following the progression. He landed on the Labyrinth. Flopping the cup over, a folded message was found inside. 

“Congratulations on your first steps! You were wise enough to not poison yourself. What you are looking for might be in the Kitchen.”

“You have a long journey to go through,” his maid smiled, Ciel noticed the white freckles and added blush they were all three wearing to complete the full costume. “And we cannot escort you, but we’ll protect you from here!”

“You can count on us! We look inoffensive enough. The right people will know not to touch us! We’re very sweet mushrooms after all!” Finny added,

“And for those who do not,” Bard followed,

The gardener's eyes darkened, “It’s too bad for them.”

The Labyrinth

Ciel was like a tiny moth in search of fire. He saw an ominous light glowing from inside and the sound of something stirring, something being torn. Peaking a look inside, he caught the vision of his blond friend sat down on a chair, elbows on the table where candy filled carved pumpkins sneered at him. The tulle covering most of his back, he almost didn’t see how he was sitting on his knees in some kind of suckling way. The little devil slowly approached him and tapped his shoulder, hoping to startle him a little. It curiously did not. The boy wasn’t feeling like it

“What’s with the sad face? I thought fairies were all kind and joyful.”

“They’re not.” The cold tone of the blond teen shifted the mood of the scene. Alois mindlessly reached for candies again inside the pumpkin, the wrapped papers surrounding them like transparent butterflies… or used tissues after a crying night. Sebastian had prepared candied strawberries earlier and Alois had seemed to take a liking to them since the beginning of the night. 

“Now now, aren’t you a grumpy witch…” the youngest said, rolling his eyes at him. 

“Maybe I am. What is a witch but a lonely fairy” the blond boy replied softly.

They stayed like this for a moment, the silence only broken by the sound of Alois unwrapping the treats. He was tearing them apart more than he was eating them really.  

“Ugh, I had so much it’s rotting in my stomach.” 

The devil did not know what to do with the fairy’s mercurial temperament. Maybe one day, a long time ago he did, however tonight they were such different people. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the fairy’s hands, slamming the table. 

“You are here to take my place, so I have to move backtrack,” he chuckled, “It feels like it happens often. That’s okay though, someone has to be the very bad fairy no one wants to play with.” he shrugged. And it felt sad, listening to these words coming from such an angelic shell. 

“I am not the nicest either.” Ciel admitted, blushing. Well did he have actual horns on the top of his head.  

“Aw. Don’t pity me.”

The fairy got up. 

Revealing a nightmarish show. The devil gasped. 

“Alois, you’re… bleeding” was the only thing he could articulate. And bleeding he did, paying attention to the surroundings, it all dripped from the chair to the floor, following the steps like grotesque fairy powder. I did compliment the clothes nicely. 

Alois watched lazily, a wound gushing from his side, hidden by the layers of fabric. He watched it pour over his tulles with wonder and smiled as if Ciel was being silly. 

“This?” he rubbed his gloved hand on the stain, spreading blood like a messy child staining jam on their Sunday best. “Oh! So I was rotting inside then!” he shook his head, giggling quietly at first until a louder laugh followed, louder and louder until tears appeared on the corners of his eyes. 

“I feel… I feel like sleeping in the woods for a very long time… I can become a nice fairy again...” He left, walking out of the kitchen, and Ciel tried to pursue him but as soon as Alois got out, he was completely gone. 

Feeling a presence behind him he turned and saw an upside down cup on the table. He looked inside, finding another message.

“You reached the Labyrinth and defeated the witch. Roll the dice and turn me around”

Landed on the Prison square.

“How unfortunate! wait in the corner until someone frees you. Maybe think about what you’ve done.”

The Prison

He found said corner somewhere in the long corridors, feeling stupid as he placed himself like a punished student. The little devil wished he followed the fairy but couldn’t make sense of most of his actions tonight. Whether it was his own or his.  

Quickly a voice came from behind.

“Hehehe.. You seem like you’re having a lot of fun, Earl. Maybe not right now though.”

Ciel turned around, seeing a long white haired man dressed with a doctor blouse laughing at him. 

“I am not the only one having fun. I don’t remember calling you over.”

The man did not get offended by the comment and continued,

“My my, I am only passing by to help you! I am a known Doctor who brought life to death. You surely know which one, you’re a very smart boy aren’t you!” he laughed again, the boy’s unimpressed face indicating he probably got it. “There's a big difference between us two however. He failed and I did not. We know why he did, so there's no reason for me to repeat the same mistake!”

“The same mistake?”

The man took a more serious tone, “he was horrified by what he made and doomed himself from the start, you see. I am quite proud however... Therefore I won’t fail,” he paused, "Why reject someone you made?" he quickly shook his head and looked at the tiny earl. “But it’s none of your concern for now is it? Let’s get back to your game. I hope you keep having fun, because I sure do!” and with a last giggle, he left the corridors, only leaving a cup behind. 

Without any ceremony, Ciel followed the same procedure, landing in the Hotel. 

“Rest in the master bedroom”

The Hotel

Entering his room slowly, this time he directly read the message on his night stand, as no one was there to instruct him.  

“Please wait for your turn to come. The end is coming soon enough.”

Ciel sat down on the bed kicking his feet, thinking his exhausting night over. A sense of sadness rose he couldn’t point the finger on. Maybe it was being in his room. He wanted this all over. Laying down the boy listened to the clock ticking, almost falling asleep. 

knock knock. 

He looked everywhere. It didn’t come from the door. 

knock knock 

A chill ran down his spine as he understood the sound was coming from inside the room. Everything became deadly silent at the end of each knock. At the third one he understood with horror. It might have come from under the bed. Stuck in his position, the boy did not answer hoping whatever was knocking would drop it and disappear maybe.

“Boo!” a muffled voice came from the same place.

It couldn’t be possible, again, a lot of impossible things happened today. But that one couldn’t actually be possible. 

“Oi! I said boo!” repeated the voice, annoyed at the lack of reaction. It couldn’t be possible. It would even be stupid to ask. He needed to try though, the intuition was stronger. 

“..C..Ciel..?” he asked, unsure. 

Without any kind of suspense, the voice simply answered, “Of course it’s me! You don’t recognize your own brother?” If his twin said anything, he did not hear it, so he continued, “I can’t show myself yet.” he paused before laughing, “I want my little brother to see me when I am ready. We don’t want you to get all sad and cry over me don’t we? I am a ghost for Halloween, this is why you cannot see me, let’s just agree on that!”

The little devil had so much to say, none of it came up. Pure shock ran through his body, disorienting his mind. At the same time, it felt like it made sense in a way he couldn’t explain. Like a natural event within the game. It felt as being in a drunken state. Suddenly he heard something rolling from inside the bed to the floor outside. It has a pair of dice again. 

“Oh! You got Death”

“Ciel, wait–”

“We’re not supposed to meet tonight, don’t be greedy! You need to finish quickly so we can see other soon!”

“I.. hm.. I m..” words came in with difficulty. And he never had the time to say all of them. 

“No,” Ciel cut him like he read his mind “I did.”

Then, no words. Getting out of his state of stupor, the boy slowly got up and got on his knees, looking under the bed. 

Empty space. 

Death 

He walked back to where he began mindlessly. The reverse phenomenon happened, where it seemed like getting out of a sunk world and coming back to earth, meeting everyone inside the warm, lighted out room. His servants waved at him before coming back to their loud games.  

“Congratulations Young Master!” his butler greeted. Congratulations? Wasn’t the Death square basically a loss?

Ciel growled, feeling like his butler got his entertainment for the year to come. His eye laid on Alois who was knocking his head against Claude’s chest, looking tired. 

“Alois are you okay?” he asked, concerned, as the memories from the kitchen came up again.

“Ughhh, too many strawberries…”

“Who cares! The wound, you idiot!”

“What are you talking about?” the blond boy’s face turned to him, looking completely normal. 

“The.. Kitchen..” Ciel began and slowly reached the conclusion that it wouldn’t matter. 

“I don’t remember seeing you there! Maybe you had too much of those liquor chocolate, I saw you stealing some!” the blond boy giggled, bubbly as usual. How. 

The boy glanced towards his butler, arboring his most mischievous smile. 

Of course. 

Square 63

The same night, Sebastian tucked his little master in. 

“Did you appreciate tonight’s festivities?” he asked,

“Some of it were in poor taste,” Ciel said with quite the annoyance on the tip of his tongue, “we probably don’t see eye to eye in the concept of a friendly game. But why would I be surprised, coming from something like you.” Turning his back to him, he clicked his tongue. 

“My my, someone really had too much liquor chocolate.”

Sebastian blew off the candle after addressing some few apologetic words. Walking away, he glanced one last time at the sleeping figure, smiling. 

“Torment is all I know and all that entertains me. Apologies young master, happy halloween!”

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THE CANARY: KERRY "LEX" COLEMAN

So long live the car crash hearts, cry on the couch all the poets come to life- Fix me in forty-five.

"Doctor Kerry Aleksandre Coleman. Though most people call me Lex or Doc. I'm 35 years old, and while I was born in Montpellier, France, I studied psychology and law in New York City where I would quickly make a name for myself as a capable criminal psychologist in several high-profile cases. At least, I had until three years ago when the long-distance trip I was making to testify in a case took a wrong turn and stranded me in Huntsville. The night of my arrival took several things from me, including my pregnant wife and any hope I had of leaving this place ever again. While I do not fall victim to many vices, I've been described as a harsh, apathetic man who largely cares only for results. Suppose that's good news though, given I've been one of the town's only practicing psychiatric health professionals since 2020."

Name: Dr. Kerry Aleksandre Coleman

Aliases: Lex, Canary, Shrinky Dink, Doc, Ker-bear

Age: 35 (December 31st)

Sexuality/Gender: Bisexual Demiromantic Cis (?) Man he/they

Personality: Lex is a hard man to love. Apathetic, harsh, and short in temper, his tendency to tell people what they need to know but don't want to hear has made him little more than a necessary evil to the people of Huntsville. He is good at his work, sessions with him regularly setting heads back into place on shoulders in a place where it's easy to spiral. A logical, intelligent sort, it's easy to forget he's human, sometimes, speaking in large words and difficult terms when he's in 'work mode' and unwilling, truly, to let that part of him slip, he is sardonic even beneath it, blessed with a cutting wit and a head like a steel trap, mentally sound- but wounded, nonetheless, a grief looms below the surface- he suffocates it under other people's problems and the promise that someday he'll die too.

Occupation: Criminal Psychologist, currently serving as a psychotherapist in Huntsville for the... hard cases.

Affiliations: Mostly just police departments outside of Huntsville, and various reporters who use him as a source.

Scent Profile: Something expensive and musky, used sparingly as he's been stuck here for some time. The cloying smell of oil used to ensure the joints in his hand function correctly, cigar smoke, biting and sharp, flowing with sandalwood and real, rich leather. Sweet mint on teeth and tongue, fresh and bright to mask nicotine and coffee.

Aesthetic: A perfectly pressed suit and a cup of to-go coffee from the corner shop- a stop in your favorite bodega, for something bad for you from the heated cabinets. An analog watch on the wrist of a prosthetic arm, set perfectly to the second- time is money and he won't waste a dime. Man's best friend with a leather collar hand-stamped with his name, fluffy white hairs clinging to clothes betraying a harsh demeanor with something soft. Metal on metal, glass floating in the air- the screech of tires, the smell of gasoline and the whole of your world ending, right in front of you- rising to your feet and dusting off- you were not raised to quit.

The only thing I haven't done yet is die- And it's me and my plus one at the afterlife.

CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IN HUNTSVILLE POST ARRIVAL

Regarded largely as a necessary evil in town, Lex hasn't made many friends in Huntsville in his 3 years there since the car accident that inadvertently saved his life and ended three others. He is a capable doctor, with a vested interest in improving the lives of the people who come to see him, even those most others would deem hopeless, but it's at a professional distance, not friends to be helped or people to be cured, but case studies to be completed, something to sign, seal, and deliver to the desk of the next person tasked with their existence. He can't do much for some people- certain disorders would mitigate with medicine, others are tied to the town itself, but therapy sessions are oddly gentle, albeit blunt, when helping people is all he has left, it's become his entire existence, jaded and cold as he may be. He spends much of his time in the diner, drinking coffee and going over patient files, or simply people-watching, with Baguette the corgi set obediently beside his feet, the only other survivor of his arrival- the dog he 'didn't want.'

His habit of sleeping with the 'exceptionally hard cases' isn't common knowledge, but it's whispered- those he can't seek to fix in a 45 minute session, with a similar arms-length approach to others invited as temporary salvo on the ache in his heart and mind, his whole life was ripped away upon arriving, craving physical intimacy and emotional distance with the ability to read people well enough to find those just broken enough to provide. He's made his home and office in a small townhouse in the middle of Huntsville, living above his place of work, "Dr. Kerry A. Coleman Psy. D." on a front window in careful penmanship, his office hours in similar gold strict and unwavering, as are most things about Lex.

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Name: Momoe Takise Text colour: Pink Title: Amphibious Aquatic Amaryllis Age: 57 Birthday: January 4th Species: Axolotl youkai Location: Misty Lake Height: 5'4" (162.2 cm) Weight: 137.5 lbs (62.4 kg) Gender: Female Appearance: Chest-length peach-coloured hair, twirled in spirals at the front and back. She has black eyes that almost appear to have no pupils. On the sides of her head, she has pink, feathery gills. Her skin is visibly shiny, but becomes less so the longer she remains out of water. Also has the tail of a pink axolotl! Very cute, but not fluffy... Clothing: Wears a frilly pink crop top and equally pink shorts underneath a white raincoat, which she wears with the hood down. The raincoat is mostly for aesthetic reasons, as she has no functional use for it aside from the pockets. In addition to the raincoat, she wears white rain boots. She's often seen holding a bucket of water which she uses to keep herself from becoming dehydrated. Personality: Quite cheerful, bubbly and carefree, seeing a positive to nearly anything that happens to her. However, when she's dehydrated, she becomes far more pessimistic. She's rather naive and dim-witted apart from certain fields (see Abilities). Very silly sometimes, too. Abilities: Superb knowledge of fluid dynamics Bear with me here. If Erin can have "natural genius" listed as her ability, Momoe can have this. While Momoe doesn't inherently have the power to control fluids, she knows exactly what she has to do in order to get them to do what she wants. All fluids are counted under this (blood, water, air (yes, air is a fluid. Not a liquid, but a fluid)), but water is the most common to see her doing this with. With her extremely precise movements, she can even make fluids behave in unusual ways. It almost seems as if she becomes far more intelligent when in water, too. Regeneration Momoe has the power to quickly recover from physical injuries, going as far as being able to regrow an entire limb. However, this comes at a cost. It takes a lot of energy out of her, leaving her exhausted for a long time. Her exhaustion grows in proportion to the regeneration done. A small cut won't do much to her, but an entire limb will leave her vulnerable for a few days. Note that she can NOT regenerate when dehydrated. Likes: As a mostly aquatic youkai, she has an affinity for water, strongly preferring to stay in damp environments. She also loves to swim, which is to be expected as well. Unsurprisingly, her favourite colours are pink and white. Prefers slow-moving water, but depending on how she's feeling, she won't pass up a nice swim in a river. Dislikes: Her biggest issue is drying out. Not only is it dangerous for her, but it also makes her feel horrible. Dirty water is something else she dislikes, as it can easily make her sick. Strongly dislikes salt. It makes her mouth feel dry, and that's no good. She also hates having her name written "Momo". It's Momoe! Mo-mo-e! Strengths: Highly intelligent (situational) and open-minded. Her regenerative ability can help her in dire situations. Very agile in the water, a formidable opponent. I suppose her usual cheeriness is also a strength. It's hard to keep her feeling down for long unless you remove her access to water for a while. Weaknesses: Her intelligence is lacking in most situations. Of course, her biggest weakness is her reliance on water. If she's not partially near water, she's quite pathetic. Her immune system isn't great, so she can fall ill easily. You can also force her to run back to the nearest body of water simply by getting rid of her bucket. What's she gonna do, make more water? Theme: Legacy Amphibian of Archemedies ~ Defined Equation of Saint-Venant Spellcards: Transitional Zone 「Laminar Flow Sent into Chaos」 Boundary Flow 「Surface Wake」 Repeating Flow 「Vortex Street of Kármán」 Vortex Drill 「Super Wooper Looper!」 「Cavitation Bubble Collapse of Two-phase Flow」 (Last Word) Tag: Peach River Dweller ~ Momoe

Professional Artist Rendition:

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(hi!!! before I actually ask for anything I just wanna say how absolutely stunning your works are, please please never stop writing these they're so comforting and encouraging at times. I love you seriously you absolute god-send!!!!! mwah ♡)

can I request re6 leon comforting the reader while she's having a slight anxiety attack? like she's trying to hide it from him but he knows it's happening... thank you alot!! ♡♡♡

Absolutely my lovely!

Something's off. You don't know what it is yet, but its there. And as much as you'd hate to admit it, you know Leon can sense it's there too.

Warnings/content: Mild anxiety attack description, GN reader, 2nd person (you/yours), lil fluffy moment <3

Word count: 1,214

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You couldn’t put it into words or draw it out on paper in front of you, but you could feel something creeping up on you. You were somewhat used to this feeling by now, but you were still hoping it wouldn’t hit you in a moment like this one. It was something burning. Something that couldn’t be fought off by the warm clasp of your hand in Leon’s while you walked around one of the local shopping districts for the late night event of the summer. It was supposed to be a peaceful night of regular couple activities to make up for lost time, make up for how long he’d been sent away. But something was still off.

You were an anxious person at heart. You usually hid it rather well, laughed it off from time to time until you had a moment to drown in your own insecurities. Luckily now that Leon knew about your anxiety he was making an effort to pick up on your triggers and the things that sent you down spiralling. Words couldn’t even  begin to describe how much you loved this man.

His soft blue eyes were scanning over the last of the stands on your way around the outer circle of stores. “We’ve still got some time to check out that new steakhouse if you’re in the mood for it. Might be a bit early for dinner, though.”

In all honesty, you couldn’t take in a word of what he’d just said. It felt like every LED sign around you was giving off some kind of soft buzzing. One that built over time with each building you passed. Like a mosquito darting around your head in quick circles, a television frequency only you could pick up on.

“I could eat.” Your brain was on autopilot at this point, speaking words that didn’t feel like English anymore. It was all gibberish, all garbled. You were too focused on how your heart was ready to leap out of your chest if you didn’t find a place to take a break. You’d take a bathroom stall at this point, but you just couldn’t focus long enough to see a sign.

“Great. I think we’ll have one last look around and then make our way over. What do you think?”

“Sounds good.” Another answer programmed into you, rasped out by your quick inhales.

Everyone’s breathing was too loud, you could feel each exhale on your skin no matter how far away they were. It made your skin prickle almost to the point of painful, like a slap to the face every few seconds. You were focusing on everything too much; the way your hair stuck to your skin, how your clothes felt, every unsteady breath heaving from your lungs.

“Hey, you doing alright sweetheart? You look a little antsy.”

“Huh?” Shit. Damn him and his sharp eye for human reactions. Eagle-eyed, if you will. But he was still gentle on you. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. I’m good. We’re good.”

He doesn’t look persuaded, not at all. It’s like you’d just tried to convince him the sky was bright green and he was having none of it. “You sure?”

A hard swallow. “Positive.”

Giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, he decided not to bother you on it anymore. That was one of the best things about Leon. He didn’t question you if it was clear something was wrong, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

Well fuck. That meant he knew something was wrong.

You don’t know where you’re walking, Leon’s feet taking the lead as if he knows you’re not in the best mindset right now. Maybe he could sense it radiating off of your tensed body, like how a predator can sense prey’s fear. Only this time the wolf was your companion, your lover that stopped for a moment to look you over with an eyebrow creased in worry.

“Baby its nothing.” Even you can tell by now that that was the least convincing response ever. You might as well have written ‘I am falling apart’ on your forehead.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He muttered with a hand holding the curve of your jaw, the other going to press the back of his palm against your chest right about your heartbeat. That crease deepened.

“Your heart’s racing. Not in a flirty ‘oh I make you nervous’ way. Do you want to sit down?”

He was mentally going through the list you’d given him on what to do in public settings if you ever looked a little too uneasy. The one you’d written out together when you finally worked up the courage to tell him about your struggle. You were scared at first, worried that he may leave you or think of you as a burden. But he did the exact opposite. And now he was the definition of absolute perfection, still checking you over.

“Lee I swear I’m fine.” That was the biggest lie you’d given him, possibly ever. And it clearly wasn’t believable because you were already being held closer.

There was no arguing with Leon when he got like this, bringing you towards the escalator with a hand firmly keeping you against him in case you may stir or sway too much in your anxious state. When at the bottom, he sat you down with him on the closest bench. As soon as your body hit the wooden seating you were closing your eyes with a shaken breath. Your mind felt like it was collapsing in on you despite how grounded you now were.

“Do you know what set it off?”

His voice was a nail hammering you back down, keeping you safe and secure on the ground. But you were still hesitant to say it. Whether that was because of the negative reactions you used to get from teachers, ex-friends or carers, or the fact that you felt ashamed for falling apart like this, you were fighting with your tongue to tell him the truth.

“Nothing.” He frowned, saying your name once more. Not as a warning or a threat, not as a way to coax an answer out of you. Just the recognition that he was there for you, and even if you didn’t end up saying anything he’d like an answer from you.

“C’mon, I know the signs. What was it?”

All hesitance was gone with the wind as you blinked back a few tears, overwhelmed by the weight on your chest and the searing pain in your head. “I don’t know- maybe the lights? All the people I just- I can’t breathe or think.”

“That’s alright sweetheart, c’mere.”

With a gentle pull, your head was resting into his shoulder to nestle against his body. It was like a switch flicking on, the overwhelming suffocation you’d felt earlier on now trying to swallow you whole. But Leon was your anchor, he was the one stopping your ship from sinking. The light at the end of the tunnel you used to thing went on for forever. He wrapped a steady arm around you to hold you against him, his chin tilting to press a kiss to your forehead as you waited out the worst of it.

“I’m right here, honey. I’m not going anywhere.”

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