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[bi-writes]

ok simon and his mail order bride live rent-free in my head now and, like, what i wanna know is what their anniversaries look like? not just their one year anniversary, but also their fifth or tenth? how does it change as they settle into that deep comfortability that comes with being with someone a long time? -391780

this piece i still consider canon mail-order bride, but i see it almost as an extra than a continuation of the current story since it is very much in the future of that timeline. <3

mail-order bride

it's difficult to see the potential of something so mangled. sometimes things are so worn out and so used that they don't reflect what their purpose was. instead of function, they see flaw. instead of value, they see waste.

sometimes you wonder if that's what they saw in you. sometimes you wonder if that's why you were given to him.

that's what they made him. simon was a tortured dog they let loose. they saw value, but only what was left, and perhaps they thought something like you might help them squeeze just that little bit more out of him. one more year. one more op.

the sunlight wakes you up. you forgot to pull the blinds, but when you see simon sleeping peacefully next to you, it's worth it to be up so early. you know as soon as you move, he will wake, so you keep still for just a few more minutes.

today marks ten. he doesn't look much older. he seems to have stopped aging ever since you asked him to put in his papers.

like always, as soon as you sit up, simon blinks awake. he's bleary, but conscious, and when your eyes meet, you smile at him. he lifts his big hand and rubs your back gently. you don't speak any words so early in the morning, but you don't have to. there isn't much to say when the love of your life loves you, and you love them back.

you push the blankets off, giggling when you reveal the black and orange balls of fur that blink up at you. they almost seem irritated that you interrupted their sleep, snuggled in the heat that simon radiated. they'll just have to deal with it.

you drag your hand down simon's leg wordlessly. you hear his deep breaths from behind, and you reach into your bedside table to press a little balm into your hand before spreading the ointment across his knee and under it. you work it into the muscles nice and slow; any faster, and simon will hitch his breath in pain, and you'll have to start over.

you kiss his knee before laying back down, settling into his side, and you lift up your left hand, wiggling your fingers knowingly at him before looking up towards his face. he smiles down at you sleepily, raising his hand to cup your fingers.

"still love me?" you ask softly, and simon pretends to think about.

"mmm..." he rumbles. "still love ya."

"but do you still like me?"

"more everyday."

the first few years were spent trying to play catch-up. fancy dinners, expensive gifts, handwritten letters that could've been novels to try and stuff the love you have for each other all in one night. they were all wonderful; you think about those nights all the time, and you cherish the gifts he's given you like they are a part of you, but today feels different.

today might not be just another day, but it's just as special as yesterday. and the day before that. and the day before that.

when it's time to really wake up, you let simon guide you. he walks easy, barely a limp, and he sits you down at your vanity to help you do your hair as you add your serums and moisturizers. he's good with that brush, running it through gently, parting your hair the way you like so he can tie it up. he'd braid your hair if you asked him to (he said it wasn't unlike all the knots he knows how to tie--and he meant it, no one dutch braids like him), but you know your show came out last night, and you want to watch them with the scones you have proofing in the fridge.

he makes the coffee and tea while you set the scones in the oven. you fill the cat's bowls while he cleans out the water fountain. it's wordless, the morning routine, but you like the times when you brush by him. when your arm runs against his. when your hands bump going for the same cabinet. when he leans down as he passes you, kissing along your jaw before he keeps walking.

bliss. fucking bliss.

he's waiting for you in the living room once you pull the scones out of the oven. your coffee sits on the table on its coaster, in your favorite mug, and he's under your blanket as he flips through the tv. he already knows what you'll want to watch, and you bite back your smile when you notice him typing it into the search bar because he didn't see it when he scrolled past (you keep telling him to wear his glasses, but he'll never listen).

you take a seat next to him, thumbing at his cheek, and he takes a scone off the plate before biting into it. he smiles when he tastes chocolate, looking at you knowingly, and you reach for his hand as you settle against his chest.

you used to be mangled, too. a mess. pretty on the outside, dying on the inside. all fried wires, a traumatized animal, learned behavior of relieve and appease that kept you out of trouble and out of sight.

you have never seen simon this way. and simon has never seen you this way. no hopeless potential. no wasted space. no diminishing value.

i matter because you matter. you matter because i matter.

hidden, not broken. disguised, not incomplete. you did not have jagged edges, only armor that you tried to put up to protect yourself.

you tip your head back to look up at him, and when he cups your jaw to stare back at you, you're relieved by what you see in his eyes.

ten years. it will be nothing like forever. it will be nothing like your next life, nor like the life after that. it's comforting to know what home looks like. maybe you will recognize it the way you recognized it in this life.

no, that can't be it.

you recognized it because it had already happened. in some other time, in some other place, you were sitting where you sit now, looking at simon the way you look at him now.

you knew who he was before you even met him, and you will know who he is when you meet him again.

[mononijikayu]

ikaw lang— fushiguro megumi.

"Thanks. he muttered, his voice softer this time, almost shy. He still wasn’t used to letting people in, but for some reason, with you, it didn’t feel so bad. You smiled again, that same warm smile that made something inside him flutter. "Anytime." you replied, and Megumi knew you meant it. “Let me take care of you again, okay? When this happens.” “......You didn’t need to—” You shake your head, smile even wider.  “But I want to, okay?”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Canon Convergence;

WARNING/s: Fluff, Romance, First Love, First Meeting, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Friendship, Confessions, Humor, Mutual Affection, Love, Pining, Hugging, Mention of Injury, Mention of Fighting, Mention of Blood, Depiction of Medical Aid, Fushiguro Megumi is In Love, Sorcerer! Megumi, Non-Sorcerer!Reader, Megumi and Reader Are A Bit Older;

WORDS: 6.5k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this song is really cute. i should rest after this because ive been writing all the other poll related works and my eyes hurts. i might open commissions some time so i can get new glasses 🤔 but anyway, i hope you like this as much as i do. i love you so much 🫶

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HE WONDERS WHAT HE DID TO BE THIS HAPPY. Fushiguro Megumi often finds himself lost in thought, trying to piece together how he ended up with someone like you as his lover. It’s a mystery to him, one that he turns over and over in his mind, especially in the quiet moments when he watches you from across the room.

The two of you couldn’t be more different. Megumi has always been reserved, the kind of person who prefers the solace of a quiet corner, away from the spotlight. He’s never been one to seek attention, content to blend into the background, observing rather than participating. 

And then there’s you, today. The person he loves the most.

You, who are the complete opposite of everything he thought he needed. You walk into a room and light it up effortlessly, drawing people to you like a lighthouse in a rough storm. Your presence is magnetic, radiant—wherever you go, you leave a trail of warmth and joy, like the sun casting light on everything in its path. If the sun existed in Megumi’s universe, it would undoubtedly be you, the brightest star in his sky, illuminating even the darkest parts of his world.

Sometimes, Fushiguro Megumi wonders how someone like you could ever be drawn to someone like him. He’s not flashy, not outgoing or overly expressive. But then, you’ve never needed him to be. From the moment you met, you saw something in him that no one else did. You didn’t mind his quiet nature; in fact, you seemed to appreciate it, to cherish the way he found comfort in the shadows while you thrived in the light.

Every time Megumi sees you, his heart races uncontrollably. It’s a feeling he can’t quite describe, this mixture of awe and disbelief that he’s lucky enough to have you by his side. You have a way of making him feel things he never thought possible—emotions that run deep and wild, far beyond the calm exterior he usually shows the world.

And whenever you flash him that smile, the one he loves so much, he feels his composure slip. His face turns scarlet, his heart stumbles over itself, and he panics slightly, wondering how he’ll ever survive the intensity of his feelings for you.

But what truly leaves Megumi breathless are your eyes.

He’s always been captivated by them, even before he realized he loved you. There’s something in the way your eyes shine that draws him in, that makes him feel like he’s seeing something otherworldly. When you look at him, it’s like the rest of the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in a moment of pure, unfiltered connection.

Your eyes are windows to your soul, reflecting every emotion, every thought, every ounce of love you hold for him. And Megumi, who is often so unsure of himself, finds a sense of peace and belonging in those eyes. They are his sanctuary, his guiding light, the proof that he’s not alone in this world.

Sometimes, when you catch him staring, you’ll tilt your head and ask him what he’s thinking. And every time, Megumi struggles to find the right words, because how can he possibly explain the way you make him feel? How can he put into words the overwhelming mixture of gratitude, love, and fear that courses through him whenever he’s with you? All he knows is that, in those moments, he’s reminded of just how extraordinary you are, and how incredibly lucky he is to have you.

You are the sun in his universe, the brightest star in his sky, and with every passing day, Megumi falls deeper in love with you. And even though he’s not always able to express it, he hopes that when you look into his eyes, you can see just how much you mean to him—how much he adores every part of you, and how grateful he is to share his life with someone as wonderful as you.

Each time you raise your head and let Megumi gaze into your eyes, he’s struck by how they seem to shimmer with an otherworldly light. It’s not just the way they sparkle, but the depth and complexity they hold within them, as if your eyes contain entire galaxies, full of stars, planets, and endless mysteries.

To Megumi, your eyes are like a universe unto themselves—vast, beautiful, and impossible to fully comprehend. He can never quite find the words to describe the wonder they bring him, because, in truth, they’re unlike anything he’s ever known. They’re out of this world, something magical and extraordinary that he’s lucky enough to witness every day.

And every day, Megumi is reminded of just how fortunate he is to have you by his side. There are moments when he’s caught off guard by the simple yet profound realization that someone as remarkable as you chose him.

He’ll be lost in thought, or caught up in the routine of daily life, and then you’ll look at him, your eyes meeting his, and all those thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. In those moments, nothing else matters—just the connection between you, the unspoken bond that ties your hearts together.

Megumi finds that the most beautiful part of his day is when you look back at him. Your eyes, shining with a brilliance that words can’t quite capture, speak volumes in a language only the two of you understand. They tell him of the abundant love you hold for him, a love that fills his heart with warmth and light.

He’s always been shy, a little reserved, and sometimes he struggles to put his feelings into words. But when you look at him with those sparkling eyes, he wishes he could find the courage to tell you just how much it feels like heaven on Earth when you let him see the hearts hidden behind the bright beam of your gaze.

Megumi knows that you’re patient with him, that you understand his quiet nature, but sometimes he worries that he doesn’t show you enough how deeply he loves you. He wishes he could be more expressive, that he could find the words to tell you everything he feels.

But when words fail him, he hopes that you can see it in the way he looks at you—in the way his breath catches, in the way his heart races, in the way he’s completely and utterly captivated by you.

To Megumi, your eyes are not just beautiful—they are a reflection of the love you have for him, a love that he treasures more than anything in the world. Every glance you share, every moment your eyes meet his, is a reminder of how lucky he is to have found someone like you. And even though he may never fully grasp the magic you bring into his life, he knows that he will spend every day trying to show you just how much you mean to him.

To Megumi, it feels like stars might actually be falling from the sky, captured in the light of your gaze. Every moment he gets to see those eyes, he feels like he's witnessing something otherworldly, something that makes all the differences between you melt away, leaving only the overwhelming love he has for you.

Even though Megumi isn’t always good with words, he sometimes wishes that you could simply look into his eyes and just know that he loves you more than anything in the world. He hopes that you no longer feel the need to ask over and over, like you used to, because the truth is, you’re the only one he has ever truly loved—and the only one he ever will.

But sometimes, a nagging doubt creeps into his mind. He worries that his quietness might not be enough to convince you of how much you mean to him. He fears that he’s not doing enough to show you just how deeply he cares, because he struggles to express his feelings out loud. Yet, despite those fears, Megumi is determined to try harder, to find ways to show you his love so that you never have to doubt it.

If there were a way, Megumi wishes you could look into his heart and believe without a shadow of a doubt that you are the only one his heart has ever loved. And as he gazes at you now, he silently hopes that you can feel the depth of his affection in the way he looks at you, even if the words aren’t always there.

Fushiguro Megumi vividly remembers the first time he saw you for the first time. That was that day, during middle school. It was an ordinary day, and he wasn’t expecting anything to change. And for that change to be for the best.

He was known for being a bit of a loner, someone who kept to himself and occasionally got into trouble for his rebellious streak. He wasn’t exactly a model student, and most people gave him a wide berth, not wanting to get involved with someone who had a reputation for being a delinquent.

But then there was you, when you were younger.

He had just been reprimanded by one of the homeroom teachers for getting into another fight—something that had become more common as he struggled to navigate the challenges of his teenage years.

Or rather, just the annoyance he had for people he considered to be cruel, horrible people. But he supposed he was also angry, frustrated with the world, and on the verge of lashing out again when you approached him.

You were new, just transferred to the school, and Megumi was sure that you, like everyone else, would steer clear of him. But instead, you walked right up to him, your eyes full of concern rather than fear or judgment. You were like the sun blocking his eyes when he met you. You changed his whole world that day, he likes to think. 

"Hey! Are you okay?" you had said softly, your voice calm and soothing. "Oh no, you got some dirt on your shirt—is that a cut on your side?"

Fushiguro Megumi had been taken aback for a long time. The last time must have been when Gojo said he’s taking him and Megumi in. There were very few things that had Megumi fazed, stuck in his tracks, and at a loss for words.

Perhaps the act of kindness being shown to him was one of those points. But he doesn’t think you’ve blamed him. He wasn’t used to anyone talking to him like that—without the underlying wariness or caution. He didn’t know how to respond, so he just shrugged, trying to brush you off. 

“I’m fine.” he muttered, his tone gruff, hoping you would just drop it and leave him alone. "Don't worry about me. Move on."

But you didn’t leave. Instead, you stood your ground, your eyes filled with a concern that he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was as if you could see right through his tough exterior, straight to the part of him that was hurting, and you weren’t about to let it go unnoticed. You shook your head, your hands reaching out to gently tug at his sleeves, drawing his attention back to you.

When he finally looked at you, he was surprised to find that you seemed more distressed about his well-being than he was. There was a softness in your gaze, mixed with a quiet determination that caught him off guard.

"It doesn’t look like it! See? It hasn’t stopped bleeding. you replied gently, your voice free of any reproach, but filled with genuine worry. 

Megumi followed your gaze to the cut on his arm, a wound he hadn’t given much thought to in the heat of the moment. But seeing the concern etched on your face made him pause.

You hesitated for a moment, as if unsure of how to proceed, before speaking again. "But if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. I just… I just wanted to make sure you’re alright." 

“Don’t worry about me—”

Your voice wavered slightly, betraying the depth of your concern, and it made something inside Megumi’s chest tighten. "At least maybe let me help you clean that nasty cut."

Megumi blinked, taken aback by your persistence. He was used to people either ignoring him or chastising him for getting into trouble, but you were different. You weren’t trying to fix him or tell him what to do—you were simply offering to help, to be there for him in a way that no one else had been. It was a kindness he wasn’t used to, and he didn’t quite know how to respond.

For a moment, he considered brushing you off, telling you he didn’t need any help, that he could handle it on his own. But something in your eyes stopped him. There was a sincerity there, a genuine desire to take care of him, and it made him realize how rare it was for someone to care like that.

"Fine." he finally grumbled, though his voice had lost its earlier edge. He couldn’t quite bring himself to meet your gaze, instead focusing on the ground as he added, "But it’s really not that bad."

You didn’t seem convinced, but you didn’t push him further. Instead, you smiled—a small, relieved smile that made his chest feel warm in a way he wasn’t used to. "Let’s just get it cleaned up, okay?" you said softly, leading him to a nearby bench.

As you carefully tended to his wound, Megumi found himself stealing glances at you, wondering why you cared so much. You were new to the school, new to his world, and yet here you were, going out of your way to make sure he was alright. It was strange, but also… comforting.

"Why do you care?" he asked quietly, surprising even himself with the question. It wasn’t something he’d meant to say out loud, but now that the words were out there, he couldn’t take them back.

You paused, looking up at him with those kind, worried eyes. "Because you deserve it." you replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Everyone deserves to be cared for, you know?"

Your words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, Megumi didn’t know what to say. He’d never thought of himself as someone who deserved kindness, especially not from someone like you. But hearing you say it so matter-of-factly made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were right.

You took Megumi to the nurse’s office, your concern evident in every step you took. He had tried to brush off the cut on his arm as no big deal, but you weren’t having any of it. As you entered the office, you headed straight for the supply cabinet, rummaging through it to find the emergency kit.

Megumi watched you with a mixture of apprehension and admiration. His face was tense, a mixture of discomfort and embarrassment clearly visible. He had never been one to draw attention to himself, especially not for something he considered minor. Yet here you were, focused and determined to make sure he was taken care of.

You pulled out the first aid kit and set it on the counter, your hands moving quickly and efficiently. “Alright, let’s get this cleaned up,” you said, your voice steady and reassuring.

Megumi shifted uncomfortably, clearly aware of the fuss you were making. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble. It’s just a scratch,” he muttered, trying to downplay the situation.

You gave him a stern look as you began to clean the cut. “It’s not just a scratch if it’s bleeding. Besides, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. You’ve been taking care of everyone else, so let me take care of you for once.”

He sighed, though he couldn’t help but feel a little comforted by your persistence. As you carefully applied the antiseptic and bandaged his arm, Megumi stole glances at you, noticing the focused expression on your face. Despite his initial resistance, he was grateful for your concern.

“You really don’t have to do this,” he said again, though his voice lacked conviction this time.

You glanced up at him with a small, reassuring smile. “I know, but I want to. You’ve always been there for me, and it’s only fair that I return the favor. Besides, you look like you’re in no condition to argue right now.”

Megumi managed a small, appreciative smile despite his discomfort. “Thanks. I guess I’m just not used to this… kind of attention.”

You finished wrapping the bandage and patted his shoulder gently. “Well, get used to it. Because I’m not going to let you get away with not taking care of yourself. And don’t think I won’t be checking on you if you ever get hurt again.”

He looked at you, the tension in his face easing as he met your gaze. “I’ll try not to get hurt then. Or at least try to let you know before it gets this bad.”

You laughed softly, your eyes crinkling with warmth. “Good. And remember, if you ever need anything—whether it’s help with a cut or just someone to talk to—I’m always here for you.”

Megumi’s heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and affection. Even though he had tried to downplay the situation, your unwavering concern made him feel valued in a way he hadn’t felt before. He knew that no matter what happened, he could always count on you to be by his side.

As you finished bandaging his cut, Megumi felt a strange sense of calm settle over him. For the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel so alone. Maybe it was because of the way you looked at him, or the way you didn’t push him to talk about things he wasn’t ready to share. Or maybe it was just because you were there, offering your help without expecting anything in return.

"Thanks....I guess." he muttered, his voice softer this time, almost shy. He still wasn’t used to letting people in, but for some reason, with you, it didn’t feel so bad.

You smiled again, that same warm smile that made something inside him flutter. "Anytime." you replied, and Megumi knew you meant it. “Let me take care of you again, okay? When this happens.”

“......You didn’t need to—”

You shake your head, smile even wider.  “But I want to, okay?”

He didn’t know how to reply. He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re a weird one.”

“EH!? But I’m not!”

As the two of you sat there, the world seemed to quiet down around him, leaving only the gentle presence of the person who had somehow managed to slip past his defenses and show him a kindness he hadn’t realized he was missing.

Megumi didn’t know what to say. He was used to people either avoiding him or giving him grief for his behavior, but you were different. You weren’t trying to lecture him or push him away. You were just… there, offering your kindness without expecting anything in return.

From that day on, you always treated him with the same patience and understanding, even when he continued to get into trouble. You never judged him, never scolded him. Instead, you listened, offering support when he needed it and giving him space when he didn’t. You seemed to see past the rough exterior, recognizing that there was more to him than just the delinquent reputation he had built.

At first, Megumi didn’t understand why you were so kind to him. He didn’t think he deserved it, and part of him expected you to give up on him eventually. But you never did. No matter how many times he got into trouble, you were always there, offering him a smile or a word of encouragement.

Slowly, he began to soften around you. He started to look forward to the moments when you would seek him out, your presence becoming a source of comfort in his otherwise turbulent life. You became his anchor, the person who made him believe that maybe he wasn’t as bad as he thought.

It wasn’t long before Megumi realized that his feelings for you had grown into something deeper. At first, he had tried to convince himself that what he felt was simply gratitude, an appreciation for the way you treated him with such genuine care and respect. But as time passed, he found himself thinking about you more and more, his thoughts lingering on the little moments you shared.

Like that time in the library, when you had insisted on helping him with his homework. Megumi had been struggling with a particularly difficult problem, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt to solve it. You had noticed his struggle and quietly slid your chair closer to his, gently guiding him through the problem with a patience that both surprised and comforted him.

“There, see? You’re getting it!” you had said, a bright smile lighting up your face as you watched him work through the problem.

Megumi had looked at you then, really looked at you, and something inside him had shifted. It was the way you had been so kind, so encouraging, without a hint of judgment or condescension. The way you had treated him like he mattered, like you genuinely wanted to see him succeed. It was a feeling that was foreign to him, yet it warmed him from the inside out.

Another moment had come when the two of you were walking home from school. It had started to rain unexpectedly, and Megumi had cursed himself for not bringing an umbrella. But before he could worry too much, you had pulled out your own and held it over both of you, smiling up at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on, let’s share. Can’t have you getting soaked.” you had said, your voice cheerful despite the downpour.

As the two of you walked side by side, your shoulders brushing occasionally, Megumi had felt his heart do a strange little flip. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing the way the raindrops clung to your hair, how your smile remained unwavering despite the weather.

In that moment, something had clicked for him. It wasn’t just your kindness that drew him to you—it was the way you made him feel safe, understood, and… cared for.

The realization had hit him one afternoon when you both were at the park. You had been talking animatedly about something, your hands gesturing as you spoke, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Fushiguro Megumi had been content to just listen, watching the way your expressions changed with every word. And then, without warning, you had turned to him, catching him completely off guard with a look of such warmth and affection that it nearly knocked the breath out of him.

“What?” you had asked, laughing lightly when you noticed the way he was staring.

Megumi had opened his mouth to respond, but no words had come out. Instead, he had felt a strange mix of emotions bubbling up inside him—nervousness, excitement, something that felt suspiciously like hope. It was then that he realized: this wasn’t just friendship or simple admiration. It was something deeper, something more.

He liked you. A lot.

The thought had sent a rush of warmth through his chest, leaving him both exhilarated and terrified. Megumi wasn’t used to these kinds of feelings, and he wasn’t sure what to do with them. But as he looked at you, standing there with that bright smile on your face, he knew one thing for certain—he wanted to be around you, to make you smile like that as often as he could.

“Nothing.” he had finally managed to say, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I was just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” you had asked, tilting your head curiously.

Megumi had hesitated for a moment, but then he had decided to be honest, even if he couldn’t say everything that was on his mind. “About how… I like spending time with you.”

Your smile had grown even brighter at his words, and you had reached out to lightly punch his arm in that playful way you always did. “Well, I like spending time with you too, Megumi.”

And just like that, Megumi had known that he was done for. He liked you—really liked you. And even though the thought scared him, it also filled him with a strange sense of happiness, one that he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before. From that moment on, Megumi couldn’t deny it anymore. He liked you, and he wanted to see where these feelings would take him.

Looking back, Megumi often finds himself reflecting on how profoundly different his life might have been if you hadn’t approached him that day. It was a pivotal moment, one that he now sees as the turning point in his journey.

Before you, he had felt like a perpetual outsider—misunderstood, labeled as a troublemaker, and largely ignored by those around him. He had been resigned to his role, to the way people saw him, without much hope for change or growth.

But then you came into his life, a beacon of kindness and patience in a world that had been mostly indifferent. You saw something in him that no one else had—a potential for change, a person worth caring for. Your approach had been gentle but resolute, offering him a friendship and understanding that he hadn’t known he needed.

You didn’t judge him for his mistakes or his quiet demeanor; instead, you reached out to him with a genuine concern for his well-being. It was this unassuming kindness that started to crack open the hardened shell he had built around himself.

Now, years later, Megumi often wonders if he would have ever found the strength to change if it hadn’t been for you. He thinks about the way you had treated him back then, how your unwavering support had slowly begun to reshape his view of himself.

It was as if you had quietly whispered to him that he was worth something, that he had the potential to be better, and that there was more to him than just the surface-level troubles. And in doing so, you had planted a seed of hope and self-worth that gradually grew into something stronger and more resilient.

As the two of you sit together now, the evening sun casting a warm, golden glow through the window, Megumi can’t help but be reminded of how far he’s come. The comfort and familiarity of your presence have become a cherished part of his life.

He often steals glances at you, unable to fully comprehend just how lucky he is to have someone like you by his side. The way you’re sitting there, so effortlessly at ease, makes his heart swell with a deep affection that words can hardly capture.

You’ve caught him staring more than once, and each time, you respond with that soft, knowing smile that makes his heart skip a beat. It’s a smile that reassures him, that reminds him of the love that started on that day in junior high, when you saw him not as a problem or a troublemaker, but as someone worthy of care and respect. That smile, simple yet profound, continues to be a source of comfort and joy for him, a daily reminder of how much you mean to him.

In those moments, as he looks at you and sees the warmth in your eyes and the gentle curve of your lips, Megumi is filled with a deep sense of gratitude. He thinks about how his life might have been different without your influence, and he realizes just how much you’ve changed him. The love he feels for you is rooted in that initial connection, and it has only grown deeper and stronger with time.

Megumi knows now that the love he has for you began with that first act of kindness you showed him, and it has only been enriched by the years you’ve spent together. As he sits there beside you, basking in the glow of the setting sun and the warmth of your presence, he can’t help but feel that he has found something truly extraordinary—something that started with a simple gesture of care and has blossomed into a love that he never thought possible.

You lean in slightly, noticing how quiet he’s been. "Megumi. Oiiiiiii, Megu–Megu~ Gumiiiiii!”

He sighed, looking at you. You have energy again, after resting. “What is it?”

“You truly okay?" you ask, your voice gentle and inviting.

He hesitates, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.” he mumbles, looking down at his hands, fidgeting slightly. "Just thinking about the past. Nostalgia."

You tilt your head, your eyes sparkling with curiosity and affection. You smiled. "You’re always so cute, Megumi.” You sighed, as you reached out gently to touch his hand. ”You’ve been staring at me all evening. If you have something to say, you can tell me, okay?”

Megumi swallows, gathering his courage. "It’s just… your eyes…" he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "They’re… really beautiful. And just…..you. I think how lucky I am to be with you.”

You blink in surprise, not expecting such a heartfelt compliment from him. "Oh, my beloved Megumi." you murmur, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you."

Megumi slowly looks up at you then, his own eyes filled with a tender sincerity that makes your heart flutter. He took a breath before letting his eyes wander at the sight of you, his beloved marvel. His wonder in life. He gives you a faint smile. 

"When you look at me like that… it feels like I’m seeing stars." he continues, his voice growing softer, more vulnerable. "Like… every time I see your eyes, it’s the most beautiful part of my day. And… I don’t know how to say this right, but… it’s like there’s love shining behind them, so much that it feels like heaven."

Your heart swells with emotion, and you squeeze his hand gently. You lifted his hand to your lips and looked at him tenderly as you pressed your lips against the top of his hand. He doesn’t know when his heart will calm down. But when it’s you, he doubts if it will ever happen. 

"Megumi, that’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me." you reply, your voice filled with warmth. "And just so you know, when I look at you, I feel the same way. You make every day feel like the brightest one I’ve ever had. Because when I look at you, I ask, ‘how did I deserve this boy?’ Because, you’re too good to me.”

He smiles shyly, his blush deepening as he takes in your words. "I’m glad….that you feel like I do too." he murmurs, his fingers intertwined with yours.

"I always will." You reassured him, grinning at him lovingly.

"I… I’m not good with words, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. Every time you look at me, it’s like… it’s like I’m the luckiest person in the world."

You lean in closer, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You don’t have to say much, Megumi. I can see it in your eyes too." you whisper, your breath warm against his skin. “That’s more than enough for me, know that. Okay?”

Megumi’s heart swells, and for a moment, he forgets about his usual shyness. "I love you." he says softly, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Your smile widens, your eyes shining even brighter. "I love you too, Megumi." you reply, your voice filled with the same sincerity and warmth that he sees in your gaze every day.

And in that moment, with your hands intertwined and your eyes locked, Fushiguro Megumi knows that there’s nothing more beautiful than the love you both share. And he truly believes that. He thinks that you’re the love of his life. And he has no intention of letting you go.

Megumi's heart races as the words hang in the air between you. He's never been the best at expressing his feelings, but something about being with you makes it easier—like the words come naturally when you're around. You pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes again, your own filled with the same warmth and love that makes his heart flutter. 

"You know, Megumi." you start, your voice soft and affectionate, "I always feel like I’m the luckiest person too. Because even when you're quiet or shy, I can feel everything you don’t say in the way you look at me. It’s like you’re telling me a million things with just a glance."

He bites his lip, trying to find the right words to respond. "It’s hard for me to… say things out loud sometimes. And it’s hard to be honest at times." he admits, his gaze lowering for a moment before meeting yours again. "But when I’m with you, it feels different. Because when I’m with you, I’m just….me.”

You smile at him, a soft, understanding smile that makes him feel even more at ease. "You don’t have to say everything, Megumi." you reassure him. "I can see it in your actions, in the way you care for me, and in those beautiful eyes of yours. You’re always telling me how you feel, even when you think you’re not. I love that about you, don’t worry.”

Megumi blushes, the compliment making him feel a mix of embarrassment and joy. "You… you think my eyes are beautiful?" he asks, his voice small, almost disbelieving.

"Of course I do." you reply, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. "They’re one of my favorite things about you. They’re so expressive, even when you’re being quiet. I can always tell what you’re feeling just by looking into them. Your eyelashes too. They’re always pretty!”

His breath hitches at the closeness, your words making his heart swell with emotion. "I… I’m glad you think that." he murmurs, his eyes locked onto yours. "Because… When I look at you, I see everything I could ever want.”

Your heart skips a beat at his confession, and you close the small distance between you, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. It’s soft, sweet, and full of the love that you both share, a love that needs no words to be understood.

When you pull back, you see that Megumi’s face is a deep shade of red, but there’s a small, content smile on his lips that makes your heart soar. "You really know how to say the perfect thing, don’t you?" you tease lightly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face.

He chuckles softly, his shyness momentarily forgotten as he looks at you with nothing but affection. "Only because it’s you." he replies, his voice steady and full of sincerity. "You make it easy."

You both sit there for a moment, just enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. Megumi’s hand is still entwined with yours, and he gives it a gentle squeeze, as if to remind himself that this is real—that you’re real, and that you’re his.

"I never thought I’d be this happy, you know?" he admits quietly, almost as if he’s afraid that saying it out loud might break the spell. "But with you… it’s like every day is a dream."

You smile, your heart swelling with love for the boy who, despite his quiet demeanor, has given you more happiness than you ever imagined. "Then let’s keep dreaming together, Megumi." you whisper, leaning in for another kiss. "Because I never want this to end."

The warmth of the setting sun bathed the room in a golden hue, casting a gentle glow that seemed to amplify the intimacy of the moment. Megumi and you were nestled comfortably together, sharing a quiet sense of peace that had settled between you. This was paradise, Megumi thinks. This was heaven on earth. You and you alone, in his arms — he could not ask for anything more.

Megumi glanced at you again, his eyes reflecting the soft light. “What good did I do to be with you?”

You tilted your head, smiling at him with a mixture of curiosity and affection. “Why do you say that? What makes you feel that way? You did everything good. You do deserve me."

He hesitated, his gaze falling to the floor as he tried to find the right words. “It’s just… you’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t really know what I needed. I was so closed off and messed up back then. But you saw something in me, something I didn’t even see in myself.”

You reached out, gently placing your hand on his cheek to lift his gaze to meet yours. “I saw a person who needed kindness and understanding, and I’m really glad I could be there for you. But you did the hard part, Megumi. You changed and grew, and that’s all you.”

He shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I couldn’t have done it without you. And now, every day with you feels like a gift. I keep thinking about how different things could have been if you hadn’t come into my life. It’s overwhelming sometimes.”

You chuckled softly, your fingers brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Well, I’m glad I did. And I’m glad you’re here with me now. It’s like we were meant to find each other, don’t you think?”

Megumi nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, it does feel like that. I keep thinking about how we met and how everything just seemed to fall into place after that. It’s like you were the missing piece I didn’t know I needed.”

Your eyes sparkled with affection as you leaned closer. “And you were the person who showed me what it means to be patient and understanding. We’ve both learned so much from each other.”

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “You’ve made me a better person. I feel like I’ve become more open, more willing to trust and care. It’s all because of you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him in a gentle hug. “I’m just glad I could be a part of your journey. And I’m excited for everything that’s still to come for us.”

Megumi returned the hug, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. “Me too. I want to make sure I’m always there for you, supporting you just like you’ve supported me. I don’t want you to ever doubt how much you mean to me.”

You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You don’t have to worry about that. I know exactly how much I mean to you. And I’ll always be here for you, just like you’ve always been there for me.”

As the two of you sat together, the warmth of the setting sun casting a gentle glow over the room, Megumi felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. He knew that with you by his side, every day would be brighter, every challenge more bearable.

And as he looked into your eyes, he realized that the love he felt was a constant, reassuring presence—one that made everything feel right in the world.

[kyomaakuma7]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GOOD FRIEND AND THE AUTHOR OF INKY MYSTERY @thisanimatedphantom !!!!!

If your wondering, “Kyo, if it’s their birthday why didn’t you draw them???? They aren’t there… isn’t it weird that you drew their characters and not them for their birthday?”

And to that I say “sssshhhhhhhhh” they requested this piece themselves (well the characters and I had creative freedom to surprise them)

I ended up really loving this piece which I didn’t think I would since I’ve been in a bit of a art flunk recently.

But on another note, I would like to talk a little bit about TAP. I’ve known Tap for over a year now and they have become a friend that I cherish so dearly. I’m so glad to have become their friend and to have become someone that I can trust. I’m so glad that I ran across their series and stories, and was able to become so close with them. It has genuinely changed my life to know them and I will forever be grateful to have gotten to know TAP. To hopefully many more years of our friendship, till we’re both old and wrinkly,

Happy Birthday <3

:’]

[etrsilk]

The main four with a reader that dresses very vibrantly??Like scene kinda!

Also can I be 👾 anon?

I really like the way you write so I was wondering if you could do this for me! :3

₊✩‧₊˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ⇝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘢,𝘎𝘰𝘯,𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘢,𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 — ✘

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

⎝ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚:: yes obviously my 👾anon ! sorry for taking so long and thank you very much, also it's quite short sorry ♡

 —𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Honestly, I’m not sure if he would truly love your style, but he thinks it suits you very well and would always encourage you to ignore others’ judgments. He admires your confidence and individuality.

➘ He would also be very protective if anyone dared to mock you and your style. He would be ready to aggressively step in and defend you, as he firmly believes that only he has the right to tease you.

➘ Sometimes, he would gently poke fun at your style, but always in a loving and playful manner. He loves seeing how you react and cherishes the moments of closeness it creates between you.

➘ This might not be directly related, but I’m almost certain that Killua is the type of person who loves “scene style” music. His taste for this kind of music shows how much he appreciates originality and personal expression, just as he appreciates your unique style.

 —𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Although your style is radically different from his, Kurapika genuinely loves it. He is so enamored with your unique look that he often helps you find interesting clothing pieces and surprises you with purchases to enhance your wardrobe.

➘ Kurapika is deeply curious and very interested in the origins of your style. He would ask you many questions about where your clothes come from, the history behind this particular style, and why you chose this look. He seeks to understand every detail and nuance that makes your style so special.

➘ He would take any negative comments others might make about your style very poorly, perhaps even more than you would. His loyalty and love for you make him extremely protective, and he wouldn’t hesitate to defend your style against any criticism.

➘ You might even influence his own tastes and preferences in fashion, as he is open to discovering and appreciating different styles through you.

 —𝐆𝐎𝐍ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Gon instantly loved your style! From the very first moment, he was charmed by your unique appearance and the way you express yourself through your clothes.

➘ In fact, Gon loves fashion, but mostly on others. For himself, he doesn’t really care about being well-dressed and does the bare minimum out of laziness. However, he absolutely enjoys giving advice and helping people find their own style.

➘ He understands that your style is a bit special and that unique looks sometimes require courage to ignore others’ judgments. He always encourages you to disregard all that and wear what makes you happy. He loves that your style is so authentic and perfectly reflects who you are.

➘ Although he might not be interested in the entire “culture” and history behind your style, he is undoubtedly your biggest fan. He is always there to support you and admire the way you express yourself through your fashion choices.

 —𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ I think that, like Killua, he might not have a particular preference for this style, but he certainly thinks it suits you wonderfully. What he truly appreciates is how happy this style makes you and how it reflects your unique personality perfectly.

➘ He is attentive to what you love and understands that your style is a source of joy for you. Sometimes, before coming home from work, he stops by stores to pick out a few pieces that match your style, always aiming to surprise you with thoughtful additions to your wardrobe.

➘ He also makes an effort to give you fashion advice, even though he admits he’s not a fashion expert. He finds a certain amusement in trying to understand and appreciate the world of fashion through your perspective, and it creates moments of connection between you that he cherishes greatly.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

can i reuqest birds of paradise + malleus ? thank u <3

Malleus Draconia: 

Birds Of Paradise - giving a gift to the other person that they’ve always wanted.

There were some places he went where you couldn’t follow.

You knew being a human married to a fae would be tricky, but you still wanted to support Malleus while he was around. But there were meetings you simply couldn’t attend, festivals that were meant for fae and therefore dangerous to humans. You never let him see how disappointed you were, and he had even offered to stay home during the less important festivals, but as a future king you don’t think it looked good for his reputation to be trapped in his castle most of his life.

So, you had taken to listening to his stories when he came home, an entire day dedicated to being spent together. You would soak in his words and he would soak in your company, even the shortest time apart filling him with dread. You think at times he focused too much on your short lifespan and insisted that time apart was necessary even for couples consisting of two humans, but he insisted that would never be the case when it came to you and him.

He came home with a surprise this time around.

It was a beautifully crafted piece of glass, the shape lost on you at first before you took in every bit of its detail; there was a curled up black dragon with long horns, comfortably settled atop a nest of bright green flames. You think there’s something tiny resting against the dragon’s belly, it looked like a treasure chest which almost made you laugh but the colors of it were distinctly familiar; if anything, it looked like it might have been inspired by your personal wardrobe that you’d taken to since you’d become queen.

Even looking at it now you could see the dull glow of magic, fingers tracing along the fire and watching as it lightly sparked from your touch. You looked up at Malleus with an excited expression, seeing he had already been watching for your reaction; it wasn’t the first time he’d brought home something artsy and unique, but they were normally gargoyles of some sort that he’d find a place for.

It was a decently sized piece of art and it left you wondering where he might place it. In the main hall where guests could regale it? Or perhaps a nifty trinket for your shared bedroom? It would certainly add a splash of color.

“It’s for you, my dearest.” Malleus took pleasure in the shock on your face, mouth hanging open momentarily before you tried to gather yourself.

“F-for me?”

“It’s something no other human has, or ever will have…” Malleus seemed quite proud of what his magic had created, gently pressing the magnificent piece of glass into your hands. “My magic was used to create it. And it is yours to do with as you please. A piece of me, given to you… The only person who I shall ever do such a thing for.”

“Is this like that book we read together the other night…?” He hummed a non-committal answer as you took the glass dragon from him, glancing around your bedroom for the perfect spot. While it would be a crime that others couldn’t lay their eyes on it, this was something that was just for you. “There are many ways to give your heart to someone… I couldn’t possibly find a way to reciprocate, you know!?”

Malleus’ displays of romance were always so grand, you were spoiled beyond belief with any life comfort you could possibly need. But it often left you at a loss on how to return that love, on how to show your own dedication and loyalty to him.

“You already have,” Malleus responded without hesitation to tear you away from any negative thoughts, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the ring that had bonded you. “You’ve given me the promise of the rest of your life. I will cherish every moment of it.”

[rogersideup]

Here's my nice to be kneaded headcanon: Reader always brings him treats so Steve feels bad he's not returning something. Since he's now helping out some days a week, he starts doodling little things on post it notes and leaves it in the bakery for her to find. The first few times it's employees that find them and everyone's confused who it's from, till reader puts them all together and it's the spots she took Steve when she showed him the town. She saves them all and it looking forward to what's next on Steve's list to draw.

Nice to be Kneaded:

More fun stuff!

*Had to change up the request a bit as to not interfere with a future plotline that’s already been written.

Hidden Treasure

Can be read as a one shot, or in conjunction with Nice to be Kneaded.

Series masterlist More Fun Stuff masterlist

Nomad Steve x Baker Reader

word count: 1,664

"Hey, look at this really cool thing we found!" One of your employees, Sabrina, told you enthusiastically while quickly approaching you at your spot on the desk.

You ripped your eyes away from the product order invoice on the desktop screen to take interest in her excitement.

"What is it?" You asked, as she handed it to you.

In your hand, she placed a yellow sticky note that was drawn on with a ball point pen. An immediate smile tugged at your lips when you recognized it. It was one of the espresso machines in the lobby.

On the sticky note was a drawing of the machine itself, sitting on the counter accompanying a fresh latte. The detail was sickeningly impressive considering it was on a 3 x 3 yellow square, and drawn on with a 75¢ ball point pen.

"I was doing a quick run to wipe down all the tables after morning rush and found that stuck to the small table by the espresso bar!" Sabrina enthused. "Isn't it incredible?!"

"It's amazing" You agreed with a smile.

"I wonder who did it." She pondered as you handed it back to her.

"Maybe a customer during morning rush" You shrugged, smile still invasive. "Have you guys found any more of them or was it just this one?"

"Nope, this is the first and only one." Sabrina noted. "Maybe they'll come back and leave more."

"Well whoever it is deserves a coffee and a cookie if we catch them." You noted.

"This work of art must be cherished forever" She noted, grabbing the roll of tape and tearing off a piece. She taped the sticky note masterpiece to the wall right next to the computer. "This is the new, official, Nice to be Kneaded art museum."

That post-it stayed on the wall for two days before Steve came back into the bakery to help out with the bulk supply delivery. That's when he caught a glimpse of his drawing taped to the wall, and knew he needed to leave more for you and your employees to find around the bakery.

Day by day, week by week, the scrap paper and pen art museum on the back office wall became quite an impressive display. So much so that you eventually became ignorant to the new additions on the daily because they started to blend in with the rest. But every once in a while, you'd catch your team talking about the most recent little pieces of art so you'd go to inspect the entirety of the collection.

One particularly quiet night in the bakery, you had texted Steven to see if he wanted to hang out with you. It wasn't usually a night he'd come by, but you missed his little antics and his stupidly handsome face.

Without question, he was walking through the door of the bakery 20 minutes later. His golden hair was still slightly soggy from the shower he was taking when you grabbed his attention, and he was dressed casually and comfortably as he always was.

"Hey there, honey!" You smiled big, happy to see your best friend.

"Hello, hello!" He greeted you with a smile just as big as yours, and gave you a big hug.

One thing about Steven was that he was of the same mentality of a Great Dane, he was a lot bigger and stronger than he was aware of, yet he thought he was a lap dog. Even his gentlest of hugs engulfed your entire body, and squeezed you comfortably tight.

"Thanks for coming! It was getting real quiet and lonely in here without you."

"You know I'd never miss a chance to spend time with you." He playfully exclaimed. “Need help with anything?”

“Nothing other than curing my boredom” You shrugged.

His eyes looked over to the wall of sticky notes he had drawn on, completely unbeknownst to you and your entire staff. “What’s all of this?” He questioned, interested to hear your take on the drawings.

“Oh, that’s our art museum” You smiled. “Some unknown person has been leaving these drawings around the store for us to find.”

“Oh really?” Steve cocked his head to the side, fighting a smile.

“Yeah, it’s really fun. We all love it so much” You smiled. “It’s like finding hidden treasure, then when we find them we add them to the wall.”

“Do you have a favorite one?” He asked.

He watched your eyes scan them all over, before your pointed to one of the post-it’s. “That one, but they’re all amazing. I’m going to save them forever.”

His eyes followed your finger to the drawing he did last week of the outside of the bakery, and he could agree that it was one of his favorites too.

You could see the inside of the bakery through the windows on the front, and shining through the reflective glass was the big neon sign that read ‘Nice to be Kneaded’. There were many days where pulling into the parking lot of your cozy bakery filled him with immense comfort, and that drawing made him feel just the same way.

“I like this one” Steve pointed to the drawing he did two days ago of the back of a kid up on his tippy toes, peaking into the case full to the brim with treats.

“Awwwww that one is so cute!” You cooed.

Conversation strayed but Steve’s mind stayed fixed on the little drawings. Much like every other aspect of his life, he didn’t want to lie or keep secrets from you, but he did want to make it fun.

So, he started making it increasingly more obvious that it was him every day he spent in the bakery just to clue you in.

If you were baking cookies, he would draw the cookies.

You cleaned the glass of the bake case? Surprise. The next drawing would be of the case full of pastry with little sparkling shimmers on the glass to show it was completely finger print free.

Oh and that cake you were decorating right in front of his face? Yeah. That was tonight’s drawing.

He got every last detail, down to the different piping tips you used for the princess style, the tiny pearled beads you carefully placed at every joint and peak, and the writing on top in your beautiful handwriting that he honestly struggled to recreate.

Steve really thought this would be the one that pushed it over the edge and helped you put the pieces together, but when he walked in the next day, you said nothing about it.

Even when you looked at it and taped it up in its respective spot, you still didn’t solve the little riddles he was leaving you.

Well, that was true until about an hour later when you walked over to the computer to confirm order details on the cake you were about to start. Making sure you got all the flavors, colors, and theming right was very important to you.

He watched your eyes go from the computer screen, to the drawing you just attached to the wall, back to the computer, back to the drawing.

“Oh my gosh…” You caught his attention. “I just realized this is the cake I made yesterday!” You said happily.

“Wait… don’t you think that’s a little odd?” Steve asked, trying to push you along further into the clue.

“Why would it be?” You questioned.

“Well, if you decorated that cake last night when only you were here, then put it in the fridge for pick up early in the morning, how would the artist have even seen the cake?” Steve continued.

“Wait, you’re so right. That customer picked up at opening.” You agreed. “Oh gosh, and the day before that was a picture of the bake case, I just cleaned it the night before…”

“See, now that’s really odd.” He egged you on.

“Who the hell could this be?” You thought out loud. “Do I have a stalker.”

“Well let’s think rationally about this mystery guy. Can you think of anyone who would’ve seen you clean the bake case and decorate that cake?” Steve asked.

He watched you think for a second. “Other than us two I have no idea… You were here too. Did you see anything weird?”

“Not at all.” Steve couldn’t even hold in the laugh he was desperately trying to conceal. “So if it was just you and I…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you remembered one very important detail about Steven.

He was an artist.

Steve could literally see the moment it clicked in your head, your face snapped into something between joy and annoyance. But you were smiling with big pink cheeks, so he really didn’t care.

“Steven!” You laughed joyfully, voice raising a few notches.

“What?!” He questioned gigging with you.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you!” You screeched, reaching forward and very gently play hitting his arm.

“I was seeing how long it would take you to figure it out!”

“Meanie!”

“…and you said it was making you and all your employees happy!” Steve continued explaining. “Leaving drawings around the store to make you guys happy is the least I could do in exchange for how happy you and the bakery make me.”

You cheeks only deepened their blush as his explanation sunk into your mind and heart. “Honey, you already do so much for us and they don’t even know you’re here helping out. You’re appreciated by everyone regardless, and what you do here goes a long way.”

“Yeah, but, I really like making the drawings” he admitted shyly.

“We all love them too. Thanks for all you do for me, Steven.” You said sincerely.

“No, thank you.” He said humbly, his cheeks were blushed pink just like yours.

“Okay, now I just have to get these all in a picture frame…” Thought.

He laughed. “Stop it! They’re literally just post it notes!”

“One man’s post-it is another man’s masterpiece!”

[graspingremlinhands]

Happy 1st day of the year!!!

Mutuals, friends, people of the fandom and lovely Ghidzilla shippers( to anyone is accepted and cherished)

Here your Gremlin, at my 1.200 post to say hello to you and wish for you all the best things to come.

As for me my wish is that this would be the year I would finally start putting myself at work and share with whoever will be, my works (and the mind and heart, mostly heart behind them).

I have to thank the fandom for being the safe harbor during the pandemic. The wonderful people that inspired me and still does and the ones I feel I can call friends (@1giulia4 @the-fallen-starr love you guys)

Now it's time I give something back. While also grow as a writer to be always better.

Under the cut a little one-shot I wrote during the holidays.

Tw: The content gets a little suggestive, but not much. It's more implied that outright explicit.

So procede with caution, listen to your level of tolerance.

And Enjoy!!!

- We need to find a new story to tell people when they ask us how we got together- announced Ichi.

It was late in the morning, the sun was at peaking, its light pouring generously into their apartment's kitchen through the window.

Ghidorah sat right below it, in the breakfast nook adjiacent to the sink area. On the table, was a magazine that had only been skimmed through while the hydra waited for his interlocutor’s answer.

No answer followed, the only noises in the air was the chop-chop of the knife on the cutting board and the oil sizzling in the pan.

 Slicing onions, peppers and celery was no one but Godzilla, their sweetheart of three years, of which one they’re been living together.

The saurus gave no indication of having heard them; he took the cutting board that now ,looked more like the palette of a painter and throw the contents in the boiling pan, the high splashes of oil captured by the warm light that came from the cooker hood.

All under their 3 pairs of eyes they observed, delighting in the sinuous line that Goji’s tail drew in the air.

Ghidorah stretched on the heated surface of the table, until the tension cracked away from his back. Uh, maybe it was time to get back to do stretching in the morning.

Godzilla kept ignoring them and cooking, now stirring the sizzling vegetables with a wooden spoon.

He then opened the fridge and took out a transparent plastic bag, containing large pieces of rosy meat, chicken probably as San pointed out through their telepathic link.

Now he was rummaging through the tool drawer, filling the air with the rattle of the steel cuterly- What happened to the meat tenderizer? - he asked them.

- We’re holding him hostage until you give us your answer- replied San jokingly.

He turned toward them and looked at them deadpan; shooking his head and mumbling something; then he lowered the flame under the vegetables and approached the sink, looking over it.

- I don’t see why we should. It’s a funny story, and it's true.-

He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to create suspense, or give sacredness to the thing- I’m fond of that story, you know. We wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for that. So, do you really want to give it up? - he concluded before returning to the stove.

The brothers looked at each other; it was not easy to associate Godzilla with something romantic, nor he looked the part.

And yet, one how the many things that has surprised them, the more they knew each other, was that Goji actually cares. For the most banal, small, easy-to ignore things. He hold those things to the highest regard and he gets protective over them.

Just like he was doing now.  

Ghidorah put a hand to their heart.

They had read, not long ago, about a research, which estabilished that when in a relationship, the partners' hearts begin to beat at the same frequency, almost tuning in.

 A belonging without compulsion, natural. A bit like the course of their and Goji’s relationship.

It had developed in a way so natural, like dominoes falling into place.

But the kick-off have been... awkward.

They slipped out of the breakfast nook, turn around the sink and placed themselves behind Godzilla. He was pounding the meat with a ladle wrapped in a cloth. He was ignoring them again. This wouldn’t do.

They stretched their arms behind their back, as if they were to start a set of weights before threw them around Godzilla, enveloping him in a strong embrace; operation a little complicated because of the spikes on his back, but they have grown accustomed to them in time.

Which rose is without thorns after all?

Godzilla found himself stuck, his arms pinned down, while the ladle still in his hand. There was no risk he was going to hit them with it, but never say never. Better act fast.

- We love that story, don’t misunderstand us- said Ichi nuzzling his cheek. -But in short-

- We make ourselves look like totally idiots - echoed Ni.

- And it’s not great when you introduce yourself to someone new. Remember the Christmas party at Anguirus? People were refraining themselves from laughing in our faces- concluded San.

- I don’t see the problem- argued Godzilla, trying to loosen the grip of Ghidorah- My vegetables are gonna burn, we can talk about it, like never again? -

In response, Ghidorah loosened his grip, sliding a hand to caress his side. Under their touch they felt Godzilla shrudder gently, the hand holding the ladle trembling slightly.

- The problem is that, as we have already told you, it does not make us look good. And it seems to us that this makes you look bad in return- continued Ichi, their hand now moving down, to play with the elastic waistband of the shorts  Godzilla was wearing.

San and Ni, instead, in perfect synchrony, had started to nuzzle and kiss his exposed gills.

Now Godzilla was panting, resting his weight completely on Ghidorah’s chest;  the vegetables in the pan had turned brown.

Too bad he suffered from a severe case of stubbornness- Don’t be immature- he tried to reprimend them despite his shaking voice, - it’s just a story. If you let that stop you from winning the audience then... shit!!! -

Ichi’s hand had slipped a lot further down and was poking at something very sensitive, while with the other one they busied themselves with caressing and groping alla round his body.

At the nuzzling, they had replaced more lascivious kisses and bites (courtesy of Ni), on the throat and shoulders.

An orchestra of need, between groaning and sighing, Godzilla who moaned heartfely , holding with both hands at Ghidorah’s hips while they purred. The ladle had falled with a loud clank, completely ignored

Their hand, not the one busy ravaging in his underwear, now squeezed his throat, lifting his head, forcing Godzilla to look into Ichi’s eyes, darkened with desire.

- You’re really sexy when you’re stubborn- he whispered seductely- but I’m sure that once you listen to all our motivations, you’ll be much more open to our proposition- in the meantime they continued to touch him, making his body grow hotter and hotter.

Godzilla, for his part, had little intention of listening to anyone; he had far more urgent needs to be meet with at the time.

He could only mutter a faint- Pan- pointing to the stove where the vegetables were now blackened.

With  a very quick movement for someone of their size, they pulled Godzilla up in their arms to carry him bridal-style and turned off the stove with a sharp movement.

And with the with their beloved they went into their bedroom, where they would plead their cause.

THE END.

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Nobody wins for having the best ship.

IT'S JUST A SHIP, NO REASON TO SHRED BLOOD OVER IT

[marimayscarlett]

MY QUEEN

do you have any song recommendations for “a million degrees “?

Hi and thank you for this ask 😊

I had to think about this for quite some time - I love Emigrate dearly, yet 'A million degrees' is not among my favourite albums. Nevertheless, I picked out five songs from this album which I really cherish (in no particular order), as always a complete subjective selection. Here we go 🎶

'Hide and Seek': Here I especially the incredible drive the song has in the chorus, the downright screaming moment during away and overall it's a great piece to sing along 🎤

'Let's go' together with Till: 'Du musst mir garnichts sagen, ich versteh' dich mit dem Augenschein' - 'You don't have to tell me anything, I understand you by sight'. This line sung by Till really touches me everytime I listen to this song. It's such an embodiment for their long friendship, their voices harmonise beautifully together and we get a bit of german on an Emigrate album 🤍

'1234' together with Ben Kowalewicz from Billy Talent : 1. The guitar shredding is like harsh kissies to my ears, I absolutely love it 🎸 2. Richard's voice in it is extra smooth here and yet so powerful! 3. Ben Kowalewicz adds another, very fitting level to the vocal part of the song and both of their voices fit very well together, kind of have the same energy, which makes the whole song a really fun and powerful piece.

'You are so beautiful': Sliding right into my heart, a wonderful song full of love and feels and yet some sort of aching. Not a song I can listen to frequently, just because it's so emotional and heart-wrenching in a strangely melancholic and good way 🤍

'War': Incredibly important and powerful song. It makes clear how different reality can be for different people - some people living their best life, others fight for their survival amidst war & terrorism, yet all live in the same time spectrum. 'War, to keep us terrified' - and it still does, to this day.

Things nobody asked for but I'm adding anyways (sorry): Here are my two favourite interviews Richard did around the time of the release of this album, where he talks about the album itself and each song, the meaning of the title (that 'degrees' is meant more in the sense of geometric angles instead of temperatures), Emigrate in general and some other interesting topics (such as movie recommendations):

Interview with Crypticrock, 31.12.2018:

Interview with Kerrang!, 20.12.2018

[bloobearr]

ooting with the forgers! [1/5]

“Yor Forger at the Island of Mainau” / “Briar Rose”

• entry:

June 23, xxxx

It was a wonderful day to take the forgers out for a week long holiday. Handler approved of my request and i— no, i shouldn’t be talking about work.

For the first day, i took the liberty to take them on a short car ride, about 3-5 minutes if there are no traffics of the sort.

Anya seemed a bit bored, of course that’s a given—since young girls like Anya prefer a bit of a thrill or something she can play with. Though Yor was incredibly helpful—as always—she took Anya’s hand and showed her the different kinds of flowers the island has to offer, and told her the wonderful meanings behind them.

Yor looked—too—beautiful and ethereal whilst she was doing so, that…by no means am i a religious man. But, jesus. fucking. christ. My wife is so beautiful, caring and sweet that my fingers moved on their own.

—end of entry—

“Breakfast with the Forgers” [2/5]

• entry:

June 24, xxxx

Yesterday’s trip to the island of mainau was very lovely. Oh! And Loid gave me a beautiful small bouquet of my favorite roses! they smelled wonderful..

We tucked Anya in since she was so exhausted from yesterday’s trip. Loid told me we could let loose for once and since there’s wine, we shared one glass—and one glass only!—i wouldn’t want to get drunk on our first outing together like this! i wish to cherish them, even the smallest of things, whether they’re mundane or not.

I woke up next to Loid, hehe. He’s so warm, i could still feel his warmth. Though, he won’t let me go until i told him that it was time for breakfast. Loid could really be adorable sometimes…

Breakfast was amazing, and it is even more delicious now that i have a family that i love sharing it with me <3

—end of entry—

“Beach Day” [3/5]

• entry:

June 25, xxxx

So far, my stomach is safe, despite the chef from yesterday’s breakfast told us he had “accidentally” switched our jam with a bowl of raw egg mixture and at dinner, where the waiter “accidentally” gave us an uncooked fish—and no, it wasn’t sashimi, which i would’ve turned down just in case—this was undoubtedly an enemy of the forgers, no mistaking it. If it were the enemy of the thorn princess or twilight, they would’ve at least used poison or the sort. A rival from eden academy, perhaps? Were they stalking us?

Nevermind, i wrote and promised my family—and myself— that i wouldn’t talk about work during our time here.

There were lots of people—men, women and everyone in between—casting their—filthy—eyes at Yor. Thankfully none of them had the guts or balls to even approach her or engage in a conversation.

Yor seemed to notice my discomfort and took my hands and rubbed them gently between hers, comforting me with her gentle touch and whispering sweet words to ease my worry.

She’s everything to me. I’m very lucky to have her as my love and my wife.

—end of entry—

“Anya and Bond’s ooting!” [4/5]

• entry:

June 26, xxxx

Anya is very happy today! Why?? Because Anya gets to play with Bond with the other kids here! They have a doggy park! Anya hears Becky does this die-uh-rih and brings this book with her—Anya only has a piece of paper but it’s ok!

Mama and Papa are shacking up right now or kissing so Anya needs to make this top-secret-do not touch or read- letter quick!

Anya has showed off my pre-tih ootfit that mama got me (Anya hears she got it after a bam! bam! assasin miss-yen last week! Very exciting!! That means Anya is wearing her very assasin-ny ootfit!)

Fhank You Mama and Papa,

Anya loves you! (Anya bets that Anya loves you more than you do, heh.)

—end of entry—

“Forger Family Picture” [5/5]

• entry:

June 27, xxxx

The last day felt incredibly short compared to the previous days of our short holiday. Though, even short, i’m glad Anya, Yor and Bond had fun. They deserve the break, and i do believe that i, Loid Forger needs this outing as much as they did.

Here’s hoping to more outings like this. Hopefully, with a new member of our family joining our eventful outing.

Thank you for giving me this wonderful family.

Sincerely, Loid Forger.

[boynextdoorcoverpoison]

I have listened to 19.99!!! while at the moment (first listen in the car) I wouldn’t put it at the top of their albums/eps it’s definitely up there and it’ll probably grow into being my favorite as I listen more.

something that stands out to me, that boynextdoor continues to do, is push themselves to explore genre. this album is so different from WHO? and WHY? and HOW? but it’s also very them. you can hear aspects of their style developing in each release and that’s so wonderful to see, especially as they begin to contribute more to the writing, composition, and production on their music.

in terms of the tracks, the hiphop influence comes through a lot more than I would say on previous albums which is really cool. I’m happy for the styles and tones they’ve experimented with, particularly I will say leehan’s part in dangerous. it makes me excited to see them all try out different things from rapping to singing and maybe more of just line delivery (like it’d be interesting to see them pull off something along the lines of mortal by enhypen). but anyways!!! I love being able to see how much they’ve grown!

okay now please hear me out in that…. bottom three are not bottom three. every track on the album is a track I would place high in an overall ranking of their discography. but like if i had to rank the tracks based on first listen (+ me looking up the lyric translations):

1. gonna to be a rock - I’m a very big fan of how this song ties back to the original trilogy of releases. yes I’m glad to leave the romance aspect behind, but given I was expecting them to just cut to a completely new concepts, I absolutely love the cohesion. the metaphor of being a rock also feels reflective of their previous releases, in a but sometimes sort of way. I also just really enjoy the sonic of this song. it feel very bonedo in an overall lyric-music-performance type of way

2. call me - I could write a whole post on this one (and I probably will) and it’s a lot of the lyrics making me emotional. the instrumental aspect is really cool, love how they bring it all in in the chorus and then take it away going into the second verse but piece by piece add it back it. to me plays a bit on the aspect of loneliness but discovering slowly that you’re often not truly alone. “call me call me call me / if you lonely lonely lonely” like okay *sobs* also the “i miss you” was A Lot.

3. 20 - as someone who grew up with the idea that my 20s would hold more answers than questions (which like… wasn’t the case) this song hits home a bit. it’s a very relatable view of what feels like being young and growing up. the fairly common experience of wanting to be older than you are but reaching that age and realizing, maybe there was more to hold onto, to cherish. as a group with members in their twenties and woonhak turning 20 soon, it’s a very… gentle approach to the self and others in what it means to approach 20, to be 20, and how it all goes.

4. dangerous - I love this vibe is all I can say. leehan’s part in the second verse is so good and tbh that just made him a contestant for mark’s part in the poison cover

5. nice guy - the cocky vibes are everything in this. the hook is also sooooooooooo good. I love the kpop-ness of it. it’s definitely one of their more.. easy-listening, so to speak, type of tracks. it’s still stylistically representative of them, tho. an excellent choice for a title track.

[plushie-sentai]

“Um… Mr. Jeramie?” Yuto asked sheepishly. Jeramie turned and knelt down next to him. “Well now, what can I do for you little Yuto?” He asked gently. Yuto smiled, still a little shy but clearly excited, and held out a folded, dark piece of paper to Jeramie. As soon as he took it, Yuto whispered a quick “Goodnight!” and ran up the stairs to follow the others. As he stood up, Jeramie unfolded the paper to see a white crayon drawing of God Tarantula seated next to God Kuwagata, both wearing matching bright yellow crowns. Jeramie looked for a bit at the drawing, holding it tightly in both hands. “They really care for you, Jeramie,” Gira said softly, looking at the drawing over the other man’s shoulder. “The master artist Yuto doesn’t give his drawings to just anyone.” “Well now. I’ll just have to cherish this art piece forever then. It's quite special to have a Yuto original.” Jeramie smiled and folded the drawing back up, placing it in his breast pocket over his heart. Gira took a breath, watching Jeramie carefully slide the drawing away, so close and quiet he could almost hear the half-Bugnarok’s heart beating. “Thank you, Jeramie. Really. I had no idea you were here talking with the kids. How long have you been visiting them now?” “I’d say I’ve been here about every day since you first brought me to meet them. You told me yourself these people were your home. I felt it was important to find a way to reach them, and though I may not be great with the young ones, stories are great for everyone, and I’m certainly good at those.” “Not good with- Jeramie, did you see how those kids were watching you? They loved spending time with you. You’re… wonderful with them. Thank you.”As he spoke, Gira held Jeramie’s right hand in his, showing his gratitude absentmindedly. Jeramie’s face flushed a bit. “Of course,” He replied, swiping his smooth, scaled thumb over Gira’s knuckles soothingly. The two stood in the quiet for a moment, the golden light of sunset barely lighting the room, their faces beginning to gravitate toward one another almost naturally.

for the fic explanation?

Thanks so much for the ask! Here we go :3

“Um… Mr. Jeramie?” Yuto asked sheepishly. Jeramie turned and knelt down next to him. “Well now, what can I do for you little Yuto?” He asked gently. Yuto smiled, still a little shy but clearly excited, and held out a folded, dark piece of paper to Jeramie. As soon as he took it, Yuto whispered a quick “Goodnight!” and ran up the stairs to follow the others.

Not much to say here, but in general I think this little bit is a good example of how I view my writing as storyboards more than plot beats. When I'm writing even a little action like this, I see the camera angles, the characters, the movements and whatnot in my head and end up cutting down a lot of what I write to keep the flow going and avoid being super long winded as I'm verbally describing how I would storyboard this lol

As he stood up, Jeramie unfolded the paper to see a white crayon drawing of God Tarantula seated next to God Kuwagata, both wearing matching bright yellow crowns. Jeramie looked for a bit at the drawing, holding it tightly in both hands.

Little kid drawings truly are just so precious ;u; I imagine Gira has quite a few he keeps somewhere in the castle with him from the kids, and Jeramie has probably seen them quite a few times, but this is his first time receiving one himself. Also, little Yuto (random orphan I made up) ships Giramie too obvs

“They really care for you, Jeramie,” Gira said softly, looking at the drawing over the other man’s shoulder. “The master artist Yuto doesn’t give his drawings to just anyone.” “Well now. I’ll just have to cherish this art piece forever then. It's quite special to have a Yuto original.” Jeramie smiled and folded the drawing back up, placing it in his breast pocket over his heart. Gira took a breath, watching Jeramie carefully slide the drawing away, so close and quiet he could almost hear the half-Bugnarok’s heart beating.

I like them teasing each other a bit, Jeramie and Gira are both very playful, but they're also very gentle with each other in particular, so there's a careful balance to be struck there in dialogue between the two. I also really liked establishing this mood of softness falling on the orphanage here, the two of them alone in a cozy wooden house as the sun sets outside. I think I have a habit of bringing up the sound of a heartbeat often in my writing as well, it's just so calming and sweet in these bits

“Thank you, Jeramie. Really. I had no idea you were here talking with the kids. How long have you been visiting them now?” “I’d say I’ve been here about every day since you first brought me to meet them. You told me yourself these people were your home. I felt it was important to find a way to reach them, and though I may not be great with the young ones, stories are great for everyone, and I’m certainly good at those.”

I think Jeramie during the timeskip starts coming to terms with this idea of being really behind socially, and it's something he kinda deals with in the show from time to time post timeskip. Pre timeskip Jer is used to being outcast, comfortable with his weirdness, and somewhere in the middle he realizes he still wants to be himself but now is more afraid of being unaccepted with a whole kingdom's acceptance riding on his shoulders as well. Jeramie is a lot more personable than he'll give himself credit for, like he does here. And in this next bit I add that Gira is a big source of confidence for him in that department as Jeramie is for him in others.

“Not good with- Jeramie, did you see how those kids were watching you? They loved spending time with you. You’re… wonderful with them. Thank you.”As he spoke, Gira held Jeramie’s right hand in his, showing his gratitude absentmindedly. Jeramie’s face flushed a bit. “Of course,” He replied, swiping his smooth, scaled thumb over Gira’s knuckles soothingly. The two stood in the quiet for a moment, the golden light of sunset barely lighting the room, their faces beginning to gravitate toward one another almost naturally.

Gira is also a bit clumsy with his words at times. He wears his heart on his sleeve and it causes a lot of mishaps in the show, but it also gives him a strength behind his words being so heartfelt and truthful, like here where he's reassuring Jeramie. Gira isn't a smoothtalker by any means, but when he's expressing himself, its genuine and beautiful, and I tried to convey that here. The end bit is another good example of me seeing things as a storyboard. I picture the wide shot of the two in front of the orphanage window, rim-lit by the glowing sunset, holding hands gently less than a foot apart from each other, the camera zooming in as their faces get closer. I love storytelling through animating, but i'm also impatient and low on time, so most of the time when i have an animation idea that isn't a music video it turns into a little fic like this lol. Hope you enjoyed!

[beautifulchris]

of darkness and rainbows — teaser

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pairing: demigod!lee felix x fem demigod!reader

summary: a demigod au in which you enter the camp after losing your mom, and you swear to yourself you'll avenge her or alternatiely felix saves your life and you would do everything for each other

genres: demigod!au, action, fantasy, adventure, greek mythology, romance, mild fluff, angst, slowburn

tw: monsters, death of a mother and brother, parental abandonment, blood, physical injuries, murder, use of weapons (swords, knives, bow and arrow), violence, nightmares, grief and loss depiction, battle scenes, monster slaying, mild language, fainting, magic, ghost

teaser tw: weapons (swords, bow and arrow, javelin), grief, magic, ghost, mention of guilt, mention of the death of a mother

rating: +16

estimated wc: around 12k (du jamais vu fr)

teaser wc: 0,8k (basically the second chapter)

notes: hello, this is moon. i'm starting this new blog with a piece i cherish and that haven't seen the light yet! also wow. this is my longest work ever, i really hope you'll enjoy it as much as i did writing it! it's coming soon <3

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

permanent tag list: @badwithten send an ask/dm/comment to be added!

Felix shouldn’t have laughed.

The whole scene was just so ridiculously funny, he had to.

You were training at the climbing wall like every other day, except today, someone had the good idea to change the mode from normal to full lava-and-earthquake while you were on it. Needless to say it took you by surprise. You fell to the bottom, earning smoking holes in your t-shirt and singed arms' hair.

Felix helped you get out of the lava floor, miserably trying to suppress his giggles. “Are you okay?”

“Who turned the climbing wall into a frenzy? I just wanna talk!”

Your eyes showed you were being serious, although a little smile appeared after looking at your best friend’s face.

Turns out it was a Hermes kid, obviously.

To get back at him, you created a hole under his feet. He screamed as he sank up to his ankles. He lost balance and fell on his butt. A few kids that fell off the climbing wall with you clapped their hands and laughed.

Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot to tell you you could do that, among other things.

Being at Camp Half-Blood year round was actually a great thing. Undeniably, between that and being with your mom, the choice was clear, but since she was gone… All you could do was train to be able to protect mortals like you should’ve protected your mom and avenge her as well.

I know what some may think. It wasn’t your fault (and it wasn’t. really.) but you couldn’t make peace with it just yet. Guilt still ate you up at night.

After understanding what it meant to be a kid of Hades, you tried to find and talk to your mom. A ghost appeared instead of her. It looked like a staff member, with greek armor and a formal look. He told you your mom was in Elysium, that ‘she wanted you to follow your own path’ and that ‘she didn’t want to see you until you were old and had a full life’. It felt so unfair. You tried to argue but the ghost didn’t stay to hear your complaints, leaving you in your grief.

You ended up entering the armory. Even if you were against violence, you came to terms with the fact that you couldn’t protect others by solely making holes on the ground. Felix showed you all the best pieces of celestial bronze weapons. He made you try on several, making you swing swords, throw knives, shoot arrows… It was unsure what would suit you best.

At last, your eyes caught sight of a dusty black metal in a corner, behind javelins. Dusting off the sword a bit, you felt like it belonged in your hand. It wasn’t too heavy, nor too light. It just felt right.

“It’s stygian iron,” Felix explained, “Hades’ own sword is made of it.”

Did you resent him? Probably… yeah. If he had been there, two years ago, he could’ve saved your mom. But you never saw him, ever. You often wondered if you were even worthy of his presence.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up, “yeah?”

“You looked out of it. Are you okay? We can stop looking for weapons if you want.”

“No, I’m good. I’ll take this one.” It hasn’t left your side ever since.

Felix proposed to train together. It was fun, both of you ending up at the infirmary more often than not. Jisung was always there to treat your wounds while cracking jokes.

Dawon, the Hades’ cabin’s head counselor that scared you on your first night, was actually really cool. He showed you around the cabin, welcomed you like a true sibling. You enjoyed eating with your siblings at the dining pavilion, talking strategies and kicking ass during capture-the-flag and chariot races, chatting before bed and getting ready together in the mornings.

Other than that, you didn’t spend a lot of time with them. No, Felix was practically attached to your hip at this point. He has been a huge pillar to your recovery. If it wasn’t for him and his bright aura, you would’ve been morose and sad. He probably knew that too.

When you passed by the arts & crafts building, you often saw the pretty boy. The sun would often reflect on his face, making his skin glow. His stance was elegant, his features soft and flawless. He had sunlight in his shoulder-length black hair and his long fingers seemed to be working effortlessly against the canvas. In a way, watching him paint for a while was relaxing. Curiosity always got the best of you as you wanted to see his next art piece.

All you knew about him was that he was a child of Aphrodite and an amazing painter.

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please let me know! <3

[m34gs]

For the Fun Questions to be Asked post: 1, 14, 22, 28, and 38.

Hey friend, thank you for the ask! (from this post)💜💜💜

I'm going to put a cut since some of this stuff is a bit long and some of it is a little heavy.

1.What are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

This was a hard question, but I tried to make sure it wasn't just negative things. I wanted at least one positive one in there.

Before I moved out, my parents used to take us to church every weekend. When I was very small, around 5 or 6, we were praying the Lord's Prayer (aka: Our Father), and our family always held hands when we prayed. Lots of the families around us did, too. I saw an elderly lady next to me who had no one's hand to hold, and I had a free hand, so I offered it to her. She was very happy when I did that. Afterward, my father told me that I made her happy and that was a good thing to do. Since then, even though I no longer attend church or practice the same faith, I still try to reach out to people who seem lonely. I may be shy and more introverted, but I find that it's not hard to overcome that when I see someone who looks lonely and wants some company. And seeing someone smile is worth it.

Around the time I was 9 or 10, I was climbing trees with my siblings. My mother told us specifically not to, but the trees looked climbable so we did. I fell down the tree, and one of the really small branch that had been pointing upward stabbed into my left leg, and a piece broke off inside my leg. I was, of course, crying and in pain. My dad did not help me. He yelled at me to stop crying, told me to push the branch out on my own, and, when I couldn't do it, told me to wait for mother to get home (she was coming back from grocery shopping). I went downstairs and sat on my bed with my leg above the covers so I didn't get them dirty and read a book until my mother came home. When she did, I showed her my leg. She immediately was upset and got tweezers to pull the debris out of my leg and clean it. By that point my leg was numb in that area. She cleaned it and put a bandage on. Then she asked my dad why he would tell me to take care of it on my own, since he should have known I wouldn't be able to get the twig out. He said "I knew she wouldn't be able to, but I didn't want to deal with it". When I think back, there were a lot of instances that led me to think my health and body weren't important, but that was one that stood out the most. It's a large part of why I struggle so much with asking for help from others and something I have been actively working to overcome, especially this past year. I still have a long way to go, though, so I beg the patience of the people around me who care and want to help me that they don't become upset when I am hesitant to accept that help.

When I still lived with my parents, even when I was a child, my mother would confide her financial worries in me and would cry about how dad didn't seem to be so careful with money all the time and it caused her anxiety. Because of that, I can sometimes be very hesitant to spend money and I get very anxious if I don't see certain minimums in my bank account.

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

Join a D&D group. It just looks so fun and I love fantasy stories and games like that. But, I don't know a lot of people who play and I get really really shy about doing things like that with people I don't already know.

22. Say 3 things about someone you love

I have many people I love, but, @kimium, you are one of the ones I cherish most, so I will make these 3 things about you!

You're a kind person who has a strong sense of justice.

You have honed wonderful skills in writing and drawing and I love every fic you've ever gifted me with my entire heart. (And the Chuuya you drew me is on display in my room!)

You're my Tea Expert, direct line to the Tea Gods, and I do my best to follow your teachings (lol💜)

28. Do you collect anything?

I collect many things! I like things. Not in a "let me flaunt my wealth" or "I'm going to buy excessive amounts of things and be wasteful" sort of way, but in a "this brings me joy and so I will collect it". I collect manga, novels, enamel pins, art prints (especially fanart), and stickers! I used to collect porcelain dolls, but I currently don't really have space for that and I kind of fell out of that habit after a while. I still have all my old ones, though!

38. Fave song at the moment?

Vortex by JAWS. It's entirely your fault, friend. I love it too much. It scratches the brain itch so well.

[shytastemakerthing]

Hi! I was wondering if I could please get an Ikemen matchup, I'm torn between Sengoku, Prince and Vampire so whichever is great!

I'm an INFP Gemini, 5'4, I'm covered in burns scars but I'm not self conscious about them. I'm the dad friend of my group so naturally I come with terrible dad jokes and puns! I can be quite annoying (in a lovable way?) and have been known to wake friends up at crazy hours to talk to them. I'm also awkward and I'm terrible at introductions if you couldn't already tell 😂

I tend to hide my emotions but I crave someone who can understand and accepts me for who I am. I daydream and zone out a lot but I'm also observate and am a good listener! On top of all this I'm also sassy, sarcastic and stubborn...I can also be a bit lazy and somewhat lack ambition.

My hobbies include: Gaming, painting, drawing, art history, knitting, crochet, reading, learning languages, watching anime, watching the same shows on repeat, baking watching my favourite sport and learning new things!

My love language (receiving) is acts of service and quality time. I love giving/making gifts and Christmas is my favourite time of the year (I go absolutely bonkers for Christmas!) And I'm secretly a romantic at heart.

My big three anime kins are:

Kaido (Saikki K)

Chifuyu (Tokyo Revengers)

Yamaguchi (Haikyuu)

I hope this information is enough,- I'm so bad at talking about myself but I wanted to try cause I've wanted a matchup for so long!

Hello and thank you so much for the request! Thank you for being so patient with me on this so I really do hope that you like your match-up! Since there were several options to choose from (and I would love to be able to do all 3 but I'm trying to conserve the time to try and get all the remaining requests out, I may come back for the others), I went with Ikemen Vampire as I haven't done one of those just yet!

Tw: None

I match you with............

Vincent Van Gogh

Who better for someone who enjoys painting and drawing such as yourself than a world wide known artist who is responsible for creating some of the most memorable pieces of artwork in history?

Now, it took some time to get into the relationship. The issue wasn't with Vincent, as he really was a nice person who grew rather fond of you. It was getting past his brother, Theo, before things finally took off. Theo is just protective of Vincent but seeing that you really do care for his brother and mean no harm, he starts to warm up to you, most of the time, at least.

I can see both of you having a lot of painting dates. They're honestly really fun and entertaining. Both of you meet up really just anywhere, he'll even bring some food and drinks over (try not to mistake the drinking water for the paint water.... I've done that too many times), while everything is being set up. And a lot of the time, he does end up painting you.

He will certainly feed into your love languages. Sometimes quality time is all that is needed when you are with someone you love. Just the presence of them is enough to make one happy. Acts of service, Vincent is a gentleman. Service is something he will certainly show to you, whether it be elaborate or just something calming and simple such as just bringing you your favorite drink after a long day.

If you were to ever give him something as a gift, it is now his most cherished possession and he now has a stand/shelf in his room dedicated just for the things that you have gifted him. They are his prized treasures.

Overall, his love for you is as endless as the stars that he paints. You are his beautiful and amazing muse, the one that he cares for so deeply that it makes his chest hurt. And he wears it all with a smile on his face.

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Trick or Treat || Marcus Armstrong

Summary: caught in a dilema, sebastian vettel contacts former F2 driver Marcus Armstrong to babysit his daughter and take her trick or treating.

Wordcount: 1,630

Warnings: none. obviously i didn't use sebastian's daughter's actual name but i did that on purpose, mainly for privacy reaons etc.

this is my first driver writing piece so i hope you enjoy it. make sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed it <3

5 DAYS BEFORE HALLOWEEN

Sebastian Vettel was in a bit of a bind. He had been invited to a Halloween party with the other Formula 1 drivers, but he couldn't find a babysitter for his 5 year-old daughter. He knew how much Ashly wanted to go trick or treating —it was evident on her face this past week how excited she was as she non stopped begged her dad to take her costume shopping ready for next Tuesday.

As Sebastian picked his daughter up from school, Ashly piped up, her gloved hands intertwined with her dad's. "Daddy, pleeease can we go Halloween costume shopping? I have so many ideas in my head and I can't wait to find the perfect one!" She pleaded with big, hopeful eyes.

Sebastian couldn't resist his daughter's enthusiasm as well as her adorable face. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's go on a Halloween adventure together and find the most amazing costume for you."

They hopped into the car and drove to a nearby costume store. As they entered, Ashly's excitement grew even more and she darted from aisle to aisle, exploring the endless possibilities.

With each costume she tried on, her imagination soared. She transformed into a fierce superhero, a graceful princess and even a mischievous witch. Sebastian couldn't help but admire his daughter's creativity and spirit and smiled at the knowledge of where she picked up that trait from.

After much deliberation, they finally found the perfect costume. The five year-old squealed with joy, already planning how she would wear it on Halloween night.

As they left the store, Sebastian couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and pride. He knew that this simple act of taking his daughter Halloween costume shopping had created a memory that they would both cherish forever.

Upon entering the house, Seb closed the door and turned to his daughter, "Why don't you go show mummy what you're going to dress up as. I need to take a quick phone call but I won't be a minute." He smiled, handed Ashly the bag and watched as she ran off excitedly to find her mum. 

The racing driver chuckled to himself before pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts to see who he could offer the position of babysitting to. Whilst scrolling, he found it quite amusing that most of his contacts were either drivers or colleagues that work on his car as ironically, they will all be attending the party in a couple of days time. Finally, he stopped short on a name — it took him a few minutes to remember who this person was and what their relationship was to him but when he realised, he pressed the call button. Although the pair may have interacted a couple of times back when the other was in the Ferrari Driver Academy, ever since, they haven't really had much time to talk or catch up with one another, hence why he was hesitant to call the number and ask the favour. Yes, he may have introduced his daughter to them back when she was first born but he didn't know if that was a good enough reason to offer the position of looking after his daughter for a night.

"Hello?"

Seb brought himself back to reality and cleared his throat, "Hey Marcus, I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor. I have a party to attend on Halloween with the other drivers and I was hoping you could babysit my daughter and take her trick-or-treating?"

"I'm not going to lie, I'm quite surprised you asked me considering we haven't had much contact but yes, I'd be honored to help out. Unfortunately I don't know a lot about children so I'm hoping you can give me a head start." The Kiwi replied.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it and I'll send you her standard routine for bed tomorrow so you can mentally prepare." He chuckled, "I know she'll take a liking to you."

"No problem mate. It's not like I've got a race this weekend or anything." Marcus stated. "What time do you want me to come over on Tuesday?"

"Thank you. Uhm, you can probably come at around 7pm, the party doesn't start till 8 but you'll be in charge of giving Ashly and yourself dinner before you begin to trick or treat. Is that okay with you?" The German asked.

"Yes that sounds perfect to me. I'll message you when I'm on my way there. Take care and I'll see you in a few days. Goodbye."

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HALLOWEEN

On Halloween evening at 7pm, Marcus arrived at Sebastian's house, dressed as Ken from the Barbie film that had come out earlier in the year. He was greeted by Sebastian's daughter, who was already dressed up as what looked like Sir Lewis Hamilton. She had on a little black Mercedes racing suit accompanied by one of Lewis' hats that seemed to be a bit too big for her and some temporary tattoos on her hands but her eyes lit up when she saw the New Zealander.

"Marcus! You're here!" She exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. "I can't wait to go trick-or-treating with you!"

Marcus grinned and kneeled down to her level, "I'm just as excited as you are. We're going to have so much fun tonight, however, if I knew you were going to dress up as a racing driver, I would have done the same." He playfully hit the front of her hat so it deliberately covered her eyesight and smiled to himself upon hearing her giggle. 

Sebastian, looking sharp in his own costume for the party, approached them with Hanna following behind. "Thank you again, Marcus. I owe you one. Take good care of my little ex championship rival."

Marcus nodded, giving Sebastian a reassuring pat on the back and a smile towards Hanna. "Don't worry, we're going to have a blast and I'll ensure sure she's safe the whole time."

With that, the couple left the house leaving Marcus and Ashly stood on the front door step waving goodbye. Once they set off, the Kiwi squeezed the little girls hand, "So, to make sure you have enough energy to go trick or treating, we should probably have some dinner. What do you want?" He smiled.

"I want Mac & Cheese." Ashly grinned.   

The brunette nodded his head and made way into the house, navigating towards the kitchen as Ashly made herself comfortable in front of the TV. Marcus stood against the black topped kitchen island, staring at the wrap around counters, trying to think of where the 4 times world champion would keep his pots and pans. After opening many counters, he finally managed to find the correct equipment to make Mac & Cheese. He heard footsteps coming from behind and saw Ashly who had her arms oustretsched as if reaching for the packet of pasta he had in his hand. 

"Do you want to pour it in the pot of water for me whilst I finish making the sauce?" The Kiwi driver asked, Ashly nodding her head. Marcus grabbed a small step for the girl to stand on and kept watch over her as she slowly poured the pasta into the boiling water. 

"All done." She smiled.

"Well done. You can go and watch TV, I'll call you when dinner is ready."

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After dinner, the pair set off into the Halloween night, hand in hand. They walked through the neighbourhood, marveling at the spooky decorations and the laughter of other trick-or-treaters. They knocked on doors, shouted "trick or treat," and received an array of delicious treats. Marcus watched as his little companion's eyes sparkled with joy at each candy-filled surprise.

As they walked down the dimly lit streets, Marcus and Ashly chatted and laughed, sharing spooky stories and silly jokes, whilst admiring the creatively decorated houses and marveling at the carved pumpkins on each doorstep.

"Marcus, look at that house! It's so spooky!" The blonde girl exclaimed, pointing to a house covered in fake spiderwebs and eerie lights.

Marcus chuckled and replied, "Yeah, it's definitely giving me the chills. Let's go knock on the door and see what treats they have."

They approached the house with caution, but as soon as they rang the doorbell, a friendly neighbor dressed as a witch opened the door -- handed them both a handful of candy and complimented their costumes. With their candy bags getting heavier, the duo continued their adventure, visiting house after house, encountering other trick-or-treaters along the way, exchanging smiles and admiring each other's costumes.

As the night went on, Ashly was beginning to find her hat in the way so she stuffed it into her bag which was filled with an assortment of delicious treats - chocolate bars, gummy worms and even some homemade cookies. They laughed and shared stories, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

"Marcus, this is so much fun. I love trick-or-treating with you," Ashly stated, her eyes shining with excitement. 

Marcus grinned and ruffled her hair gently. "I'm having a blast too! We make a great trick-or-treating team."

Finally, with their energy levels starting to dwindle, they decided it was time to head back home. As they walked hand in hand, Marcus couldn't help but feel grateful for this special Halloween adventure.

Back at Sebastian's house, they emptied their candy bags onto the living room floor, marveling at their haul.  Marcus and Ashly shared one last high-five, their hearts filled with joy and their bellies filled with candy. However, when Sebstian and Hanna came home, they both stood together in awe, their faces plastered in huge smiles as they looked to the pair who had passed out asleep on the sofa together, their halloween sweet treats scattered on the carppet. It was a Halloween they would never forget.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Can I get into the "hugging Rose" pile pretty please 🥺 By now I'm thinking we need to put sticky notes everywhere in camp to say we love her, cherish her, she is valid in her feeling, she is needed because she simply exists, she is beautiful, she is gorgeous when she is silly, and that we want to hear of her worries, her troubles, and her happiness. It will take a village to make her think she is valued, but we will make it work. We, and therapy (now I'm imagining the couple therapy, where Astarion and Rose scream at each other that the other one needs it more, while therapist plans to buy a house because it will take them years to sort this mess)

This chapter had been the warmest hug and a cup of tea on the coldest day. And a little targeted, because damn. Thinking your problems are so small compared to others, and it being a reason to hide them, thinking it does not warrant attention and help? And then, when it accidentally gets out, panicking, but everyone is supportive and offering to help? And it's terrifying? Too close to home. Poor Rose. Keeping all that fear to herself, when she had people who would understand her like no other, is a hard pill to swallow.

And I wonder if even after this Astarion plans to Ascend. Like, here is before him an example of bravery, Rose, who says yes, once the tadpole is gone, I'm back to being miserable, and it's fine. She can deal with it, not having a godlike demonic power. Or is there no self averseness? Or is he like "yeah, no, I don't want to be like that"? Because who knows what is happening in that brain. I mean, they encountered so many people who got so corrupt with power, and he lived under Cazador, so perhaps there is literally nothing left in that brain but desperate need to feel safe no matter the cost.

Their nightly cuddle was so sweet. The "let's put on a pause that disagreement, because you need a hug right now" just 🤌🤌🤌 I was afraid the reveal of Rose illness will end up in more arguments, but there is still little brain left in that vampire's head!

Thank you for this chapter. It was so nice to see Rose comforted and acknowledged, assured she is still the part of them, they still love her. Even Lae'zel! That was a nice surprise!

And congratulations on submitting your thesis!

Astarion/Rosalie couple's therapy is actually a hellscape of an idea and I'm living for it :')))) there's a reason Zethino offered love trialling for free, and she's not even a professional

Chapter 14 was partly to ensure that the angst got broken up by some comfort (I will be endeavouring to give people nice things in Act 3, even though Act 3 gave me nothing to be nice about) - but I did also think that the only way to develop the relationship ahead of the end of Astarion's questline was to simply have them reach a point where they're both too tired to fight so they put their argument on pause for a bit... so that's what happened here!

It'll be two chapters until we're back to Astarion's POV, but I think the pause here also happens purposefully on his part so he can recalibrate. Like yes, him being nice to her and absolving her of the shame of lying is a selfless act and a genuine attempt to comfort, and I don't want to undersell that. But the only way I can imagine that working in my own head in this point in my characterisation of him if it's not also motivated by his new need to control and adapt his persona or presentation to the situation. The thoughts I hinted at in Pieces are certainly happening, but rather than have another argument or act rashly in the moment when you're still potentially operating with inaccurate information... instead I imagine there's a slightly selfish desire (however unconscious!) to bide his time and fully learn how to accommodate this new context!

As for Lae'zel, I imagine her seeing Rosalie's courage as her only strength, so learning it comes from the mindflayer of it all was probably a lot to process. But she's right, it makes her uniquely suited for leadership in this one particular situation!!

(Also laughing that the chapter feels targeted, making a magical allegory for high functioning depression SEEMED like a good idea back in 2021...)