#i saw someone mention this at twt so i came back alive and with energy to sketch

[kiveriah]

Did someone say Targaryen AU?

Nai totally names his silver dragon MILLIONS KNIVES (he bites) and Vash names his she-dragon Stampede <3 

That is what you get when you let kids pick the name.

[manias-wordcount]

Hiiii

Can you do Mori x reader when Y/n has power with singing and she was fighting Fyodor and Port Mafia heard someone singing and came to see whos that and saw YN (they knew Y/n bc she is in ADA)and Fyodor fighting so they helped her but after fight Y/n fainted and Mori took her to help her and they fall in love and after 10 days they started dating and he said that infront of Ada and Port mafia members in the meeting (in some episode I forgot whick one TwT)?

Tnxxx

In this Mess Together (Mori Ougai x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You didn’t know what you did at first. But like always, that pretty voice of yours always seems to get you in trouble. 

  One minute everyone is loud. Talking over each other and yelling until their voices were raw. Eyes are being narrowed, fingers are being pointed, and metaphorical guns are quick to be drawn. The next minute, nothing. Complete silence. Dead silence. The agency and the Port Mafia were on the brink of a fight until just a second ago- no doubt about it. Though what would end such a pointless battle once started was up in the air. Just like how long it would take to separate both sides as they attempted to tear at each other’s throats. 

  But as much as you weren’t a fighter, you knew someone would have to step up and act as the adult for all the children present (not including Elise, who looked just as displeased with the situation as you were). You were always the levelheaded one. The calm one. The rational thinker. The problem solver. So if anyone can settle an upcoming storm, it was going to be you. Not to mention, you were still in the last days of your recovery and all of the back and forth was making the headache you were nursing worse by the second. 

  So, you take a deep breath. Or two. Or three. And you roll back your shoulders. And you open up your mouth. And you utter one word- 

  And suddenly everyone is looking straight at you. And not in the way you had hoped.

  Sure, the attention was to be expected. Especially since you were about to lay into them like there was no tomorrow. But you were expecting guilt. Annoyance. Irritation. Perhaps even sheepishness from the most reasonable of those who were gathered before you. And yet, when you look out, you’re met with terrified, wide eyes from your comrades mixed in with a sea of dark, threatening stares from Port Mafia members. Beady eyes, deep frowns, furrowed brows. They radiate a strong energy- a dangerous one even, as you’re forced to step back from the sheer intensity of their gazes on you. 

  For a moment, you forgot that you were doing this for the good of both groups. For a moment, you forget that you’re supposed to be good enough to face your enemy in a situation like this. But the budding fight from before? That seemed like child play compared to the murderous aura building in front of you. Now, every single bone in your body is telling you to run. To communicate a plan of escape to the rest of the agency as quickly as you could and book it out of there. Maybe if you used your ability, a vocal distraction keep everyone’s eyes on you long enough to give Jun'ichirō an opening to use Light Snow to-

  “My love.”

  A voice throws off your rambling thoughts. It’s quiet. Gentle. Melodic, even. And when you snap out of your daze, your eyes are looking out and out and out. Past the faces of people who want you alive. The past the faces of people who want you dead. And when they settle, they settle on the familiar face of a man who just wants you. All of you. 

  And you can’t help the sigh of relief you let out when it finally catches up to you to who this face belongs.

  “My love,” Mori Ougai continues to call the pet name he reserved for you once more, but his eyes never leave yours. Not even for a second. So you don’t let your eyes leave either. There’s a slight breeze pushing long strands of his hair in his face, though it somehow frames him perfectly. Just like the small smile on his face. Just like the hand he has outstretched, over a sea of people, reminding you of the moment in which he began to save your life. In which he began to take care of you. In which he began to love you. Just mere days ago. “While I’m always thrilled to hear my given name from your beautiful voice…perhaps I should formally introduce you as my beloved first, hmm?”

  A second passes as his words hang in the air. Just waiting to be interpreted and understood by all who are present. And then another. And another. And another. And one more. Until finally, it hits. 

  “WHAT?!”

  It’s almost laughable how just opposing forces were able to unite for a moment just to share in each other’s joint confusion. But it’s not laughable. Because the attention is back onto you faster than you can even think. And with nothing left for you to do, you find yourself bowing right where you stood as rushed apology after apology flows from your mouth. Though it’s not because you’re sorry, despite feeling a little bad for possibly ruining something Mori might have been planning to make things easier on the both of you. But because your face can’t help but grow mortified as what feels like the whole world learning about your dating status all at once. 

  All because you tried to stop the fight by saying one word.

  Ougai.

  In one ear, you hear cries of outrage. Port Mafia members wondered how could their leader date “one of those detective agency scum". Threatens to take you out right here and right now. Warnings about how you could be manipulating their dear leader with your siren-like ability. Even the occasional question about what sort of blackmail you could have on him in order to force him to announce you publicly as his lover. You swear you even heard a gun cock at some point or another while your head will still facing the ground and your skin was growing warmer and warmer with each minute. 

  In the other ear, you heard a similar story. Kunikida shouts into the air about how someone with your temperament would make such a poor match for Mori. That you’re far too sweet to be with someone horrible. Yosano calls out to you- asking for a sign or a confirmation to know if you’re in danger. If he has something on you that you’re desperate to hide. If he hurt in any way that would be unbecoming of a man. Anything that your best friend and big sister from work should know about. All while Dazai’s dark murmurs about how he’s going to kill Mori are just barely reaching you.

  So it’s with a groan that you realize that you have to stop hiding. That you have to stop running from this problem. With a voice like yours, you’ve always been able to make people turn their heads in your direction. You’ve always been able to make people listen to you. But that doesn’t happen when you avert your gaze and dig your head into the sand. That doesn’t happen when you bare your neck for the monsters to sink their teeth into. That doesn’t happen when you don’t open your mouth and speak.

  So when you bring your head up, the first thing you notice is how you’re dizzy. And how that must not have been good for that headache of yours that is still sitting at the back of your head with a dull throb. But the second thing you notice is the pair of eyes on you. Dark red and disarming. Sweet yet dangerous. All you can focus on is those eyes. 

  The same pair of eyes that looked at you so gently as you were lifted away from the outside world and all the danger that came with it. The same pair of eyes that showed you nothing of kindness as you were nursed back to health, even when you were being difficult about taking your medicine. And the very same pair of eyes that looked at you sadly when you said you had to get back to your old life. That you didn’t belong in this bed with him. That you had work to do. Just like he did. 

  The pair of eyes that belonged to Mori Ougai. Your savior. Your doctor. Your protector. And your friend. And most importantly? Your boyfriend- who just so happens to be the boss of Yokohama’s underworld. And the biggest threat to your job as a whole. Ah, but if it weren’t for those eyes of his. A pretty voice of yours too. Then maybe, just maybe. 

  You both wouldn’t be in this mess together now, would you?