#i think ive got a bit of my writing spark back

[minevn]

Hallo! Regarding the LIs/characters, what would they do if they're feeling really angry/violent/about to go batshit yandere crazy and MC just kinda, gives them a cooldown hug and a gentle kiss on their lips? Like, who just freezes up and blushes, continues the kiss/makes it longer, etc.

I decided to add Aki, not that she would get as angry as the others but I just thought it'd be fun to write angry Aki :3 Also this was hard just cause I think it would take a bit to get certain characters to that level of anger, which would definitely be possible with this scenario, but a lot of them wouldn't even let you two stick around whatever/whoever is getting them angry. A few are also REALLY good at hiding their emotions(Mainly Kei lol)

TW: Creeps, harassment(Not like extreme harassment but there's forceful wrist grabbing and mentions of gross lewd things said to you. I try not to be super descriptive, but just in case it still may be triggering, skip over this post if these topics trigger you) The keep reading is under the scenario for these trigger warnings :3

Scenario: You were out on a date with your s/o, having a blast as you typically do with them. But of course, creeps have to ruin all the fun. They ignore your s/o, and if they acknowledge them then they d it to put them down. You could tell your s/o was getting annoyed with the creeps words, but it got worse when the creep decided it would be a good idea to grab your wrist and try pulling you away from your lover.

Minato: He's pissed, like the most angry you've ever seen him. Normally your giant of a boyfriend is very calm and gentle and can maintain that image even if he's feeling protective. It was scaring you a bit if you were honest. Despite your nerves, you hugged Minato. You knew he would calm down if you showed that you were fine. Feeling his body tense in your arms was something you were used to feeling, it never failed to amuse you though. Minato turned around slightly to face you, calming down significantly just from seeing you okay. Still, you pulled him down and planted a soft and gentle kiss on his lips. Minato bluescreens and makes no effort of pulling away. After calming down slightly, he forgets about the person who pissed him off, now all he wants is to go home with you.

Haruto: Haruto instantly has the creeps wrist in a death grip, looking at them with an expression you've never seen on Haruto before. You knew he could be protective and clingy, he'd get jealous if you even looked at a person, but you've never seen this expression. Maybe he had been holding back his jealousy for your sake and so he finally snapped. You hugged him, trying to pull him away from the creep, and thankfully it worked! You made Haruto face you so he wouldn't have to see the person any longer and he would calm down. Still, he tried glaring at the person, so you pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his lips. His eyes widened as his eyes looked at you own closed ones, he ended up melting into the kiss. Almost forgetting the creep, but when he remembered he smirked into the kiss as the creep walked away.

Jun: Jun pulls you away from the creep and holds you in her arms. "Y/n is mine! Stay away you creep, don't ruin our date." Jun starts off all pouty and clingy like usual. "Why are you still with this shorty? I could absolutely treat you better." The rando said, grabbing your wrist again. "Hey, let go!" You try pulling your hand out of the grip the creep has on you. Jun's grip around your waist tightens slightly, not enough to hurt you though. Jun covered your eyes before digging her long nails into the creeps wrist, drawing blood. "Don't EVER touch Y/n again." Jun's voice was low and the grip around your wrist disappeared. "Jun, let's just leave..." You grabbed Jun's cardigan, hoping to stop her, but it didn't work, she was still pissed. You just wanted to get away from that creep so you continued to grab Jun's cardigan and try pulling her away. Thankfully, it wasn't too difficult to drag Jun away but she was still extremely pissed, clenching her fist and glaring in the direction that you two just came. You tried calming Jun down by talking but no words seemed to soothe him. You weren't sure what to really do, so as a last resort you pressed a kiss to her lips. You smiled feeling Jun relax on your lips, pressing a kiss back on your lips. After pulling away, Jun looked down in embarrassment and shame. "Sorry Y/n...I lost my cool and looked unflattering." When she looked at you she felt her worries wash away seeing your comforting smile.

Hoshi: "Hah? Let go of them ya fuckin' creep." Hoshi looks at the creep with disgust, slapping the rando's off your hand. The creep's brows furrow as he starts defending himself. "Do you hear yourself, you sound so stupid?? Don't touch my fucking partner you disgusting pervert." Hoshi stepped in front of you, shielding you. "Uhhh Hoshi lets just go?" You gripped the side of his shirt, trying to get his attention and pull him back. "Go follow your owner, mutt." The creep laughed and shoved Hoshi back. Hoshi was quick to recover and instantly landed a punch of the creep's face, causing the rando to stumble back. Hoshi Started kicking the creep, laughing at them and taunting them. Despite wanting to stop Hoshi, you also didn't want to get caught in the crossfire or risk Hoshi taking his anger out on you, not that you think he'd hurt you physically on purpose, but maybe you'd catch him at the wrong time and he wouldn't be able to stop the momentum of his fist and therefore hit you. You waited until he was gasping for breath, standing over the creep with his fists clenched. You walked over to him and pulled him away from the creep, pulling his face towards yours to try and ground him, you ended up pulling a bit harder then you meant though because your lips ended up on Hoshi's, still you made no plans of moving, it was meant to be. You smiled into the kiss seeing Hoshi come to his senses as his face turned red with realization of what was happening. After pulling away Hoshi's eyes remained wide and he looked down shyly. "Let's go home." You said quietly, Hoshi just nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging you away from that scene.

Habiki: Habiki glares down at the hand holding your wrist with disgust before slapping it away and pulling you closer to him, continuing on your date. The creep doesn't stop pursuing though and Habiki is getting more and more fed up, with the creep, with himself, with seeing you uncomfortable, with seeing how you telling the creep "no" and "stop" gets ignored. He's done. Quickly and without hesitation he punches the person bothering you before running off with you, trying to lose them. Thankfully it works. "Should've done that from the get-go, I'm sorry. I thought they'd take the fucking hint." Habiki sighs, holding your hand and rubbing it in a comforting manner, though he'd understand if after that situation you didn't want to be touched and he wouldn't push it at all. "It's fine...well it's not, I'm upset that happened, but you're okay, no need to blame yourself. Let's just go home." Habiki gives you a smile and nods, heading home for a nice at home movie date. However night time rolls around and Habiki can't stop thinking about the situation that happened earlier, and the more he thinks about it the more pissed they're getting. Habiki ends up not sleeping that night. The next day he goes out to get some coffee and whatever you want to drink or eat. He see's the creep while he's out though and his brows furrow again and he's awake 100%. Before he even knows what's happening, his body moves on it's own as he goes up to the guy and punches him. He continues to beat the guy up until he hears your voice. Without meaning to, he turns around and glares at you, still you don't back down, you've gotten used to those glares. You pull him down and kiss him, his glare disappearing as he finally relaxes, the anger dissipates. After you pull away, you bonk him on the head gently. "You forgot your wallet." You hand him his wallet and he thanks you. "Wanna continue our date from yesterday? I don't think anyone will bother us anymore." Habiki smirks as you nod. Safe to say, the situation blew up online and people knew not to mess with you.

Kage: Kage stares at the hand grabbing your wrist and tensing up. Now would be a time to protect you, try to land some sort of hit on this person...but they're frozen. Kage has 50+ ways to protect you running through their mind and they aren't sure which one to do. He can't think straight on the methods of protecting you because he's also hyperaware of what the creep is saying, about him, and about you. With each disgusting word the creep says to you, Kage feels himself getting more and more pissed. Kage had enough when the creep leans closer to you trying to whisper some more disgusting shit in your ear. The punch wasn't super strong, but a lot of Kage's anger went into that punch so it was better then any other punch Kage had thrown. Still, it wasn't enough to get the creep to stop grabbing your wrist. "F-FUCK OFF! I'm already dating Y/n!" Kage grabbed the creeps wrist, trying to pry it off of yours. Kage couldn't think straight, this was too much for him! His mind was blank, his legs were shaking horribly, but his arms still worked in a fit of adrenaline. Things didn't end up going as planned. Kage got his concaved ass(sorry) handed to him, but at least you were safe. Kage smiled to themselves, there might have been some bruising from the grip the rando had on you earlier, but other then that, you were well physically, and Kage could be there for you mentally as well. Still, Kage didn't really want to leave it there, the creep was hardly injured and Kage was pissed about that. Mustering all of their remaining strength to get up, Kage started walking towards the rando, thankfully you pull them back. "Kage, don't. Lets just go home okay?" Honestly it was amazing that Kage didn't snap out of this adrenaline rush at the contact, that's what made you realize how serious this was. Positioning yourself in front of Kage to try and snap him back to reality you notice his eyes were completely set on the creep and he had a little smirk on his face. You weren't sure what to do, so you leaned in and kissed Kage. Kage didn't process what was happening until they realized they needed air. Their face completely flushed and they pulled away, panicked. You sighed in relief, happy to have your Kage back. "Come on, lets get you patched up my hero." Yep that's it, Kage's completely overheated, practically melting. Your HERO??? oh gosh, Kage loves you so so much, they're so sorry for passing out.

Kei: Kei looks at the creep and then down at your wrist, then back at the creep and you wrist again. "Excuse me...do let go of my significant others wrist. I don't believe we know you, and I'm very certain I didn't hear my lovely partner say it was okay for you to lay your disgusting hands on them." Kei tries remaining calm, inside he's fuming, but you wouldn't be able to tell from an outsiders perspective. The creep doesn't let go though and Kei can feel his patience draining. Fast. Kei sighs and grips the things wrist tightly, glaring daggers at him, causing the thing to let go and recoil in slight pain. "I tried being nice." Kei says matter-of-factly, shrugging and he holds your hand and you two continue on with your date if you feel up to it, if not you two go home and watch movies and Kei will make you dinner. After he's sure you're asleep, he goes on his computer. He would LOVE to hold you in his arms and sleep with you, but he has business he needs to take care of. That thing from earlier, yeah he gets all the info on it. He heads out towards the address and kidnaps the thing, bringing it to an abandoned storage complex where dozens of skeletons remain, some bones moved and chewed up due to the wild animals he lets in. There Kei will make sure that the creep really learned it's lesson, making it feel stupid for not just accepting Kei's kindness the first time. Kei goes on for hours, finishing up with cutting the arms and legs off this thing and performing medical care so it won't die. He still wants to torture it. This continues for a few days, him making sure you're sleeping and then heading out to punish this thing. But he didn't account for you being awake when he got home after the 6th day. "Kei, where have you been going for the past 6 days?" Your arms are crossed and your brows are furrowed in anger, sadness, worry. You trust Kei mostly, but this just felt too weird. Leaving the house after he was sure you were sleeping? What was he being so secretive about? You finally caught notice of the blood covering his glasses and caught in his hair, then how his black clothing actually seemed kind of wet, ad gosh he reeked of blood. Kei chuckled, "I was just teaching a creepy little thing some manners, no need to worry my love." Kei doesn't go into detail, and honestly, you don't NEED to hear any details, you can already guess. After helping Kei clean up the blood on him you kissed him. "I can't go back in time and stop you from doing what you already did, just...tomorrow actually finish that person off. And stop hurting others Kei." You pout and Kei just chuckles. "I will finish it off tomorrow, love. I haven't done anything like that in a while, but that thing was touching you like it knew you and making you uncomfortable. As far as I'm concerned it deserved what it had coming for it." Kei doesn't have any plans to stop completely, but Kei will stop letting them live so long and will stop bringing in every person that touches you casually. Kei needs you, and most importantly, you need Kei.

Yani: Yani stares at the hand on your wrist with wide eyes. Maybe before Yani got with you she would've tried holding back some to not scare you away, but now she's dating you and you pretty much know everything about her. Yeah you want her to change and she has really been trying...but who the hell is this creep putting their hands on you without your consent??? Yani's pulling out the knife and stabbing the guys wrist, positioning itself in front of you. "Don't touch Y/n without their consent..." Yani is glaring daggers at the creep before turning around and looking at you with a smile. "Sorry Y/n but they touched you so suddenly on our date, I was just protecting you!" Yani leans in to kiss you but stops right before your lips, "Besides, they're alive so it's alright, right?" Yani smiles before pressing the kiss to your lips. Everything happened so quickly that you didn't even get to calm Yani down, she calmed herself down with your lips :)

Aki: Aki glares at the guy before slapping his wrist away. "Hey, dude, ever heard of 'consent'?" She pulls you behind her in a protective manner. "Don't touch my partner again, they don't know you and are clearly uncomfortable." Without giving the guy a chance to respond or even think about touching you again, Aki pulls you away, clearly pissed. Once you two get somewhere away from that creep, she faces you, eyes furrowed in worry. "Are you okay? Like he didn't hurt you or anything, right?" Aki is checking your wrist for any bruising. Even if you say you're alright, Aki still kisses your wrists. "I kind of just want to go home. That was a nerve-racking experience." You give an apologetic smile to Aki, feeling bad about wanting to cancel your date early. "Hey, no worries! It's probably for the best and we don't HAVE to cancel our date, there's plenty of fun things to do a home!" Aki smiles as she interlocks her fingers with yours and starts heading home, however it's clear that the incident is still weighing heavily on her. "Aki, wanna talk about it?" Aki sighs before speaking. "I cannot believe that some people are like that! Like c'mon now, it's 2023, learn consent. Sorry for getting so mad, it's just frustrating that people still don't know decency and common knowledge." You giggle and press a kiss to Aki's lips, catching her off-guard and making her completely forget about her anger for now.

[revelboo]

how many souls have you taken Revel bc ive seen multiple ppl promising their life to you and with your delicious writing im about to be yet another life in your debt 😭😭

So, so many souls. Maybe I’m an Eldritch horror bartering in the shadows. Maybe I’m just a collection of exceptionally clever crows in a trench coat with a stolen cell phone. You’ll never know…

Finally ran out of space on the shelf… 18+ content mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Everything Is Alright Pt 97

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Watching Starscream and Soundwave murmuring to you, worrying over you, makes Megatron feel uncomfortably off balance. It’s the tender way Soundwave cups your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and the way Starscream runs his servos over you to make sure you’re unharmed. He’s jealous, he realizes. And he hates it. Not only that, not only jealous, but lonely and that’s so much worse. Surrounded by his followers all the time, but unable to really trust many of them, he’s isolated himself. Alone. Growling softly, optics narrowing, a part of him despises Starscream’s happiness. After all the Seeker’s done, he doesn’t deserve for things to break his way. To be happy and it twists angrily about his spark. “If you’re not going to play with your little pet, maybe I should,” he snarls just to needle Starscream and it works, the mech glaring, wings flicking up and quivering.

• “Cut it out,” you snap at Megatron, and Starscream stiffens, wings flaring slightly. Tensed to protect you when Megatron lashes out at your impudence, because there’s no way you’ll go unscathed for that. For defying him. Watches Megatron’s optics narrow, and Starscream’s servos tighten on you. Ready to grab you and bolt. He’s a much smaller target this size, can fly off and hide with you until Megatron calms down. Soundwave can fend for himself. And then to his utter shock, Megatron laughs. “Stop being a jerk, you already got a free show.”

• Voice wavering as you glare at Megatron and your heart races, you’re encouraged that he thinks your anger is funny and that he’s not getting pissed off. Because he’d been trying to provoke Star and you’re sure all of them know it. So you’d panicked and drawn his attention to you instead. Soundwave’s hands flex against you as if wanting to tell you to stop. And Starscream reaches around you to cover your mouth, growling when you twist your head away. Know they’re worried you’ll push too hard and direct Megatron’s anger at you. “Don’t, little one,” Soundwave growls, voice low as he and Star exchange a look.

• “Let our little pet speak,” Megatron laughs, waving a hand. “Primus knows, no one else here is willing to contradict me.” Uncertain, Soundwave vents against you. Almost tempted to hook a thought in Megatron’s processor, because amusement wasn’t what he was expecting. And he desperately wants to know what their leader is thinking right then. What he thinks of you, because there’s a hunger on the warlord’s face he’s seen before. It’s the look he’d worn in the gladiator pits, defiant and starving to be seen, recognized. “You have a problem fragging in front of me? You didn’t before.”

• “To be fair, I didn’t know you were there until you said something. I was a bit busy,” you counter, chin lifting as your face reddens. And Starscream knows you well enough to know the attitude is all bluster. You’re frightened, he can feel you trembling against him, one of your hand reaching back to grip his arm, the other grabbing Soundwave like you need them to anchor you. Your fear doing things to him. “Go find your own human if you want a show.”

• “Why would I do that, when I already have my own?” Doesn’t mean to say that, to make that claim. Only to antagonize you because your irritation with him is delicious. Ignoring the two other mechs, he stares at you, daring you to contradict him. Watching those eyes narrow, before they slide over him from helm to ped in a slow perusal that makes him freeze. That to his utter shock makes his spike stir behind his plating. Because it’s one thing to taunt and tease. Giving in to that same deviancy Starscream and Soundwave are lost in the grips of? It’s tempting. So tempting. “And if I order them to frag you so I can watch?” If he frags you?

• Can feel the tension in both of your mechs, their hands almost bruising on you. “If you want to watch, just say it,” you mutter, turning in their arms to face Star. Seeing the fury there as you go up on tiptoe to brush your mouth against his. Know this whole thing is meant to demean him, to make him angry. To prove he’s powerless. That he can’t protect you, but you can protect him. If he’s a ticking time bomb about to go and cause as much collateral damage as possible, and you know he is, you have to distract him. “This isn’t his. It’s yours,” you whisper against his mouth, arching into him. “I’m yours.”

• Servos tangling in your hair as your mouth slides against his, his optics shutter. Blocking out Soundwave and Megatron, focusing on you. The warmth of you against him, those soft hands sliding down his chassis to brush against his plating. Asking. They’re watching, Soundwave is almost pressed against your back, his knuckles brushing the other mech as he strokes over you, but he slowly relaxes into you anyway. Pretending this is okay. Because no matter what happens, you are his. His sparkmate, bound to him. Let Megatron watch and see what he can’t have. Freeing his spike, he vents against your throat as Soundwave’s hands grip your hips and lift you for him. Knows the communications officer is trying to shield you from Megatron’s view as much as possible and he appreciates it even as it annoys him that he needs the help.

• That breathy noise you make, head falling back against Soundwave when Starscream enters you goes straight through Megatron. Shifting on his throne, resisting the urge to move closer to see. With Soundwave’s back to him, his body is shielding you from view. But he can hear the wet sound of Starscream thrusting inside you, the Seeker’s low growls and hitching vents. Soundwave murmuring to you, too low to pick out the words. Optics half shuttered, he tries to focus on just you. Hating Starscream in that moment more than he’s ever hated him before. For having this, for being happy when he doesn’t deserve it. He’s not the one who’s lost everything. Who’s sacrificed everything for his goals. For what he believes in. And what he gained? Ash and death. Nothing good, and he wants something warm and soft in that moment. Someone who can’t plot against him or use him. Will defy him and challenge him. He wants you.

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[mononijikayu]

stuff we did — geto suguru.

“Hey!” you called out, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your voice. “What are you doing?” Suguru looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “I’m trying to figure out what’s inside. This place looks like it’s been abandoned forever.” You stepped closer, your own curiosity piqued. “Do you think it’s haunted?” Suguru grinned, his imagination clearly running wild. “Maybe! Or maybe it’s just full of old, forgotten things. Either way, I bet there are some really cool secrets in there.” You looked at the house, its weathered appearance now seeming a bit more inviting. “Do you want to explore it together?”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Modern AU;

WARNING/s: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Hurt/ Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Husband and Wife, Friendship, Husband! Suguru, Reader! Wife, Fluff, Comfort, Falling In Love, Pining, Slice of Life, Humor, Domesticity, Miscarriage, Infertility, Character Death, Depiction of Infertility, Depiction of Hospital Visit, Depiction of Illness, Depiction of Old Age, Mention of Miscarriage, Mention of Infertility, Mention of Character Death, This Is One Of My Favorites In A Long Whille, My Writing Vault Is Just Angst;

WORDS: 8.9k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was written a while while back and i just finished proof reading it to suit what i wanted to see. this was inspired by both queen of tears and the film up, which was just the most beautiful movie ive seen over and over. i hope you enjoy this a lot and that you'll be just as moved as me. i promise i'll be back with fluff soon enough!!! i genuinely cried at the end. anyway, i hope you love it. i love you guys!!! thank you for reading <3

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A WHOLE LIFETIME WAS WAITING FOR HIM. At ten years old, Suguru Geto was a dreamer with a spark in his eyes that hinted at a life full of exploration and wonder.

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It was an ordinary afternoon, the sun casting long shadows as you wandered through the neighborhood, when you stumbled upon the abandoned house. Its once-grand façade was now a patchwork of peeling paint and overgrown vines, and the wooden fence sagged in places, as if it were barely holding on to its secrets.

You had been intrigued by the house for weeks, often imagining what mysteries lay behind its dust-covered windows. That day, you decided to finally investigate, only to find someone already there. Suguru was crouched by the front gate, peering through the rusty bars with a look of intense concentration.

“Hey!” you called out, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your voice. “What are you doing?”

Suguru looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “I’m trying to figure out what’s inside. This place looks like it’s been abandoned forever.”

You stepped closer, your own curiosity piqued. “Do you think it’s haunted?”

Suguru grinned, his imagination clearly running wild. “Maybe! Or maybe it’s just full of old, forgotten things. Either way, I bet there are some really cool secrets in there.”

You looked at the house, its weathered appearance now seeming a bit more inviting. “Do you want to explore it together?”

Suguru’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Absolutely! Let’s make it our clubhouse. We can turn it into our secret base where we plan all our adventures.”

The two of you both pushed open the creaky gate and made your way up the overgrown path to the front door. Inside, dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight filtering through the broken windows. The air was musty, but the promise of discovery filled you with a sense of excitement.

“This place is amazing!” Suguru exclaimed, running his hand along an old wooden beam. “Imagine all the things we could do here, don’t you think? We could have treasure hunts, build secret compartments, and even create maps of our adventures!”

You smiled, already swept up in the excitement. “And we could scrapbook all of our adventures. I’ve got a ton of stickers and colored pens at home. We could make it like a journal of our explorations!”

Suguru’s eyes lit up with delight. “That sounds perfect. We’ll make this place the coolest clubhouse ever!”

With the possibilities swirling in both your minds, you turned to Suguru, realizing you hadn't properly introduced yourselves yet. “Oh, by the way, I’m…….”

Suguru grinned, his enthusiasm still bubbling over. “Suguru Geto. Looks like we’re gonna be partners in adventure!”

The two of you spent hours exploring every nook and cranny of the house. Suguru’s enthusiasm was contagious, pulling you deeper into the magic of the place. Every corner held a new discovery, a forgotten relic of time that sparked your imaginations. You both laughed as you uncovered old, dusty furniture, imagining all the stories it could tell.

Suguru, always the dreamer, crouched by an ancient-looking wardrobe and peered inside. “What if this belonged to a pirate?” he mused, brushing away cobwebs. “Maybe they stashed their maps and treasures in here before sailing off for another adventure.”

You chuckled, running your fingers over the faded carvings on a wooden chair. “Or maybe it was a writer, sitting here every night by candlelight, crafting tales of far-off lands.”

Suguru stood up, eyes gleaming. “We could be the next storytellers! We can make up stories about this place—maybe even start our own treasure hunt for future explorers.”

“I love that idea!” you grinned, already envisioning the elaborate maps and clues you could create together. “This whole house could be our playground.”

As you explored further, you found hidden doorways and forgotten passageways, each discovery filling you both with a sense of wonder. There was an old attic with creaky floorboards that groaned under your weight, and a cellar that held shelves of ancient, dusty jars—relics of a time long past. Suguru’s energy never faltered, and neither did yours. It was as if the house had become an extension of your shared imagination, every forgotten room a new world to explore.

At one point, Suguru turned to you, breathless from excitement. “Can you believe how much potential this place has? We could make it anything we want! A fortress, a secret hideout, a museum for all the stuff we find!”

You nodded eagerly, already planning how you’d decorate each room with artifacts from your adventures. “We’ll turn it into our own world.”

Suguru’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “We’ve gotta make sure no one else finds it, though. This is our secret spot.”

“Deal!” you said, sealing the pact with a grin.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the house, Suguru turned to you with a thoughtful expression. “You know, one day we’re going to see the whole world. Just like those great explorers. This clubhouse will be our starting point.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of deep connection with Suguru. “I’d like that. I think we’ll have the best adventures together.”

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YOU THINK THAT ADVENTURE WAS THE WAY TO GETO SUGURU’S HEART. When you started to get to know him, you couldn’t help but notice the way Suguru’s eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement whenever the topic of exploration came up.

It was as though each conversation opened a window into his boundless curiosity, and you found yourself drawn to the light in his gaze, the way it brightened with every new idea or story he shared. 

Geto Suguru’s fascination with the world wasn’t just a passing interest—it was a deep passion, woven into the very fabric of who he was. He could turn even the smallest details into an adventure, transforming mundane objects or places into portals to other worlds. You can tell that he was a born story–teller. Born to know the wonders of the wider world.

Whenever he spoke of famous explorers, his voice would rise with enthusiasm, as if their courage and daring lived within him. Marco Polo’s travels along the Silk Road, Amelia Earhart’s fearless flight into the unknown—Suguru recounted their tales with such vivid detail, it felt as though you were right there alongside them, venturing into uncharted lands.

“He didn’t just travel, you know what I mean?” Suguru once said of Marco Polo, eyes alight with admiration. “That guy managed to help open some doors to a whole new world. Can you imagine that? Being the first to set foot somewhere no one even knew existed?”

You nodded, already swept up in the vision he painted as you kicked your feet. “It’s like the whole world was waiting to be found.”

Suguru smiled, and there was a quiet thrill in his voice. “Exactly! That’s the magic of it—everything’s an adventure if you look at it the right way.”

It didn’t take long before his excitement became infectious. These days, you just feel like that when you are around Suguru. Just as quickly, you could only find yourself equally captivated by the idea of exploring far-off places and uncovering their mysteries. Geto Suguru had a way of making even the ordinary seem extraordinary. 

He would point out things that others might pass by without a second glance—a strange rock, an oddly shaped tree, or even the patterns in the clouds—and turn them into puzzles waiting to be solved. His mind was always buzzing with “what-ifs” and “maybes” sparking conversations that seemed to stretch on for hours as you both imagined worlds within worlds, hidden just beneath the surface of reality.

“I wonder what it would be like to be Amelia Earhart too!” he mused once, as you both sat on a hill, gazing at the horizon. “To fly into the unknown, chasing the horizon, not knowing what’s on the other side but going anyway.”

“Scary, but exciting, don’t you think?” you replied, feeling a twinge of that same wanderlust Suguru seemed to carry with him at all times. “It’s like you’re both lost and free at the same time.”

Suguru nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s exactly it. The unknown is terrifying, but that’s what makes it so… beautiful. There’s always something more to discover. And I…I just can’t wait to find out all of it!”

It was moments like these that deepened your bond. His wonderment was contagious, and soon you began to see the world through his eyes, where even the smallest things held the promise of adventure. Whether it was the forgotten corners of an old house or the distant lands of long-gone explorers, with Suguru, everything became part of an ongoing quest. 

You realized that it wasn’t just about the places you would explore, but the way he looked at the world—with a wide-eyed excitement that made you feel like every day held a new mystery, waiting to be uncovered. And you wanted to be there with him. Just beside him. Because to be with him, you like to think that you would find nothing but a wonder if you were there.

He had a knack for finding the magic in the mundane, and it opened your own bright eyes to the wonders around you. What once seemed ordinary now felt like it held endless possibilities, all thanks to Suguru’s infectious spirit. 

He showed you that adventure wasn’t just something that happened in faraway places—it could be anywhere, even in the most unexpected moments. You didn’t have to cross oceans to find excitement; sometimes, it was right in front of you, if only you knew where to look. And with Suguru, you were learning how to see it.

This weekend afternoon, as you and Suguru sat cross-legged on the floor of your clubhouse, surrounded by colorful supplies and old maps, Suguru began sharing his latest dream with you. The sunlight streamed through the dusty windows, casting a warm, golden light on the room.

“You know…..” Suguru said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “I read about this amazing place called the Himalayas. It’s full of towering mountains, and some of them are so high that they touch the sky. Can you imagine climbing one of those?”

You looked up from your sketchbook, eyes wide with wonder. “That sounds incredible! What would it be like to stand on top of one of those mountains?”

Suguru’s face broke into a smile as he imagined the scene. You like to think that he had the most beautiful smile in the world. “It would be breathtaking. You’d feel like you’re on top of the world. And there’s this special mountain called Everest—people say it’s like touching the edge of the heavens!”

With a gleeful chuckle, Suguru grabbed a pencil and began sketching a mountain range in your scrapbook. “We should definitely put this in our adventure book. We’ll draw mountains and imagine ourselves climbing them.”

You nodded eagerly, already picturing the pages of your scrapbook filled with sketches and notes. “Absolutely. And we can write about all the things we’d see and do. Maybe we’ll even draw ourselves in climbing gear, standing triumphantly at the summit!”

As the weeks went by, the scrapbook became a canvas for your shared dreams. Each page was a tribute to the places Suguru talked about with such passion. There were intricate drawings of ocean vistas, with waves crashing against rocky shores, and sprawling cityscapes with towering skyscrapers and bustling streets.

Geto Suguru’s descriptions were so vivid that you could almost hear the sounds and smell the scents of these distant lands. He just knew how to give you the wide world to you in the vibrant brighteness no one could.

As you worked on the scrapbook together, Suguru’s excitement reached a new peak. “I’ve been reading about this incredible city called Istanbul. It’s where East meets West, and there are markets full of colorful spices and beautiful mosaics everywhere. I think it would be amazing to see it in person.”

You looked at the sketch Suguru had just added, depicting a bustling market scene with vibrant colors and intricate patterns. “It looks so lively and full of culture. I’d love to experience it with you. Maybe we could even learn a few phrases in Turkish before we go.”

Suguru nodded, clearly thrilled by the idea. “Yes! And we can try all the different foods and maybe even buy some souvenirs to bring back to our clubhouse.”

As the scrapbook filled up, it became a treasure trove of aspirations and memories. The house, once an abandoned relic, was now a haven for your dreams, where the world beyond your doorstep felt just a little bit smaller and a whole lot more reachable.

As you look at him, you couldn’t help but smile. Your scrapbook would be an adventure as long as you had him.

IT WAS EASY TO SEE THAT YOU LIKED HIM. As the years passed, as you both grew older—the bond between you and Suguru deepened in ways that neither of you had anticipated. Nothing has changed and yet it has.

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You couldn’t even understand how you could describe it. What had begun as a playful friendship, sparked by shared adventures and dreams, evolved into a profound connection that anchored both of your lives moving forward.

The seasons changed, and so did the nature of your relationship. As the crisp air of autumn gave way to the first frost of winter, something subtle yet profound shifted between you two.

Your weekends, once filled with the solitary pursuit of sketching mountains far off in the distance or wistfully dreaming of cities you had yet to explore, began to take on a new rhythm. These quiet moments of creativity were now shared, woven into times of meaningful conversations that deepened your connection.

The clubhouse, once a refuge for your art and ideas, had evolved alongside you both. It was no longer just a place to retreat but had grown into a cozy home filled with warmth and a sense of belonging. The walls, once bare and practical, were now alive with a collage of your memories—scrapbook pages pinned up like trophies of the adventures you’d had together. 

Here, in the dim light of your clubhouse-turned-home, time seemed to slow. Conversations stretched long into the evening, filled with laughter, confessions, and sometimes a comfortable silence that spoke more than words ever could.

You realized that it wasn't just about the places you wanted to visit or the mountains you hoped to climb. It was about these moments—right here, right now—that had been shaping the most important journey of all: the one you were taking together.

You and Suguru sat on the porch of your clubhouse. The place had become a sanctuary for the two of you, and tonight, it felt even more so. Wrapped in thick, warm blankets, you watched the sun slowly sink below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of soft gold, pink, and lavender. The fading light bathed the world in a warm, almost magical glow, a contrast to the growing chill in the air.

But something else lingered in the quiet of that evening—an unspoken tension. Suguru, always steady and thoughtful, had been unusually silent. You could sense that something weighed heavily on his mind. His usual animated presence, the one that balanced your own, seemed subdued. 

He stared out at the trees, their leaves a patchwork of fiery reds and oranges, but his thoughts were clearly somewhere else. The contemplative look on his face was deeper than the usual moments of introspection he had.

You knew him well enough to understand that silence was part of who he was—he often found comfort in it—but this was different. This wasn’t just quiet; it was an absence of something.

The air, cool against your skin, seemed to press in, amplifying the stillness between you. It felt as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to be said. You didn’t push him; you knew better than that.

With Suguru, patience was key. He always opened up in his own time, and when he did, it was always worth the wait. You could tell he was wrestling with something important—something that couldn’t be rushed.

You glanced over at him, his face softened by the golden light of the setting sun. His expression was unreadable, yet you could sense the conflict beneath the surface.

It was as though the quiet had become a shield for him, a way to protect himself from whatever thoughts he was trying to sort out. You wondered if he even knew how to begin talking about it, or if he was still trying to make sense of it for himself.

The porch creaked as you shifted slightly in your seat, the only sound breaking the stillness. The leaves continued to fall, gently drifting to the ground, but the world around you felt frozen in that moment, waiting for Suguru to speak. Whatever was on his mind, you knew it was important, and you were ready to listen when he was ready to share.

You glanced at him, sensing that something was on his mind. “Hey, Suguru.” you said gently, “is everything okay? You seem a bit… distant.”

Suguru turned to you, his eyes reflecting the fading sunlight. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he began slowly, “about us, and about everything we’ve shared.”

You felt a flutter of nerves in your chest but kept your voice steady. “What about us?”

Suguru took a deep breath, his fingers intertwined with yours. “You know how we’ve always dreamed about exploring the world together? Well, lately, I’ve been thinking that the greatest adventure of all is the one we’re already on. The one where we’re building a life together.”

You looked at him, your heart racing as you realized what he was about to say. Suguru’s face softened into a gentle smile, and he continued, “I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. You’ve been my partner in every adventure, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

The world seemed to pause as you processed his words. Your feelings for Suguru had grown from admiration and friendship into a deep, abiding love. You had felt it for some time but hadn’t fully acknowledged it until this moment.

“I love you too, Suguru.” you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. “You’re my best friend, my confidant, and the person I want to share my life with.”

Suguru’s bright purple eyes sparkled with happiness, and he reached out to hold you close. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and you felt a profound sense of belonging. From that evening onward, your relationship transformed. 

You both began to plan not just for the next adventure but for a future together. You talked about dreams of traveling the world, but also about building a home, starting a family, and creating a life rich with shared experiences. 

The future you envisioned was no longer just about distant places or grand plans; it was about the everyday moments and the life you would build side by side. You found joy in the small things—quiet dinners, laughter over shared memories, and the simple pleasure of being together. And for each of those moments, you would both be together. For every last one.

And from that moment, everything felt like a flash, a blur of time passing with both rapidity and grace. Years slipped through your fingers like sand, but each one seemed to deepen the bond you and Suguru shared. 

You both arrived at the house, this time not as wide-eyed dreamers, but as people ready to take action. You were equipped with the resources, knowledge, and expertise that had been hard-earned over the years. What once seemed impossible now felt within reach.

The house had transformed, much like the relationship you shared. The wild, overgrown vines that had once snaked across its facade had been cut away, revealing the clean lines of the structure underneath.

The sagging fence, which had leaned precariously for years, had been replaced by a sturdy, welcoming one. Even the gate—the one that had creaked and stuck when you were kids—now swung open smoothly, inviting you in with a sense of ease and possibility. 

Standing there together, gazing at the house, the nostalgia hit you both in waves. You could still remember the first time you stumbled upon it, back when the future felt like a distant, far-off dream. But now, it wasn’t distant anymore. It was here, within your grasp.

The silence between you was comfortable, filled with anticipation and a shared understanding. You both knew this wasn’t just about restoring an old house. It was about building something together—something that was uniquely yours.

This house, with all its history and imperfections, was about to become the home you had always envisioned. It wasn’t just a physical space. It was a reflection of everything you had been through, everything you had grown into, and everything you had yet to become.

As you exchanged a glance with Suguru, you didn’t need words to know what he was thinking. The years had brought change, but they had also brought clarity. Together, you had always been building something—first with your dreams, then with your actions. And now, you were ready to take that final step, to make this place your home.

“Look at it, baby!” Suguru exclaimed, his voice filled with awe as he gazed at the house. His eyes sparkled with the kind of excitement and pride you hadn't seen in a while. “It’s incredible to see how far we’ve come. I remember the first time we explored this place, imagining what it could become.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion as you took in the sight before you. “It’s amazing. It feels like we’re finally turning our dreams into reality.”

The house had been a vision for so long—an idea you had held onto through thick and thin. Now, as you stood in front of the freshly painted exterior, with the sun glinting off the windows and the scent of fresh grass in the air, it was hard to believe that this place had once been nothing more than an abandoned shell. But it was no longer just an idea or a distant goal. It was real, solid, and yours.

Suguru picked up a paint roller, dipped it into the bucket of soft, pastel blue paint you had both agreed on, and turned toward the wall with a grin. “This is the fun part, don’t you think?” he said, rolling a stripe of color onto the previously bare wood. “It’s like coloring outside the lines, but now we get to make the lines too.”

You laughed and grabbed your own roller, eager to join in. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, mister. This is a team effort.”

Soon, the two of you were painting side by side, your laughter filling the crisp air as you carefully applied the vibrant colors to your home. The soft hum of birds chirping in the distance and the gentle rustling of leaves set the perfect backdrop for your playful banter. Every brushstroke felt like a step closer to bringing your shared vision to life.

At one point, Suguru turned toward you, his roller dripping with paint, and a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “You know what’s missing here?” he asked, his voice playful.

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be suspicious. “What?”

“An artist's touch!” Before you could react, Suguru flicked his roller in your direction, sending a spray of pastel blue paint across your shirt.

Your eyes widened in mock horror as you looked down at the splatters of paint now decorating your clothes. “Suguru!” you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-gasping. “You’re in so much trouble!”

Without hesitation, you dipped your roller into the paint and aimed it squarely at him, sending a cascade of blue across his chest. Suguru's bright purple eyes went wide in surprise, then he broke into a wide grin.

“Oh, it’s on now,” he said, stepping toward you with his paintbrush raised like a sword. What started as an innocent painting session quickly turned into a playful paint war, the walls momentarily forgotten as you splattered each other with streaks of pastel blue. 

You squealed as he rushed off with a dash and followed you. His laughter was just as much the best part of the progress you think. It was like the music that was missing in your life. And it never stopped that afternoon and you were content.

The soft spring breeze carried your laughter, and for a few moments, the rest of the world faded away. It was just you and Suguru, in the moment, covered in paint and joy.

At some point, you collapsed onto the grass together, breathless from laughter and covered in splashes of color. The house loomed behind you, its newly painted walls gleaming in the sunlight, but all you could focus on was the way Suguru looked at you, his face smeared with paint, his eyes filled with warmth and happiness.

He reached over and gently wiped a smudge of blue from your cheek, his touch tender. “Look at us, baby.” he said softly, his voice a mix of awe and affection. “We’re a mess, but this—everything we’ve built together—it’s beautiful.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Yeah babe.” you agreed, your heart full. “It really is.”

Just like that, this once old abandoned soul was starting to come back to life before your eyes. It reminded you of all those dreams you had shared with Suguru for so many years. And in that moment, as you sat in the grass with your husband—covered in paint, laughter, and love—you realized that this, right here, was the real dream coming true.

That cool summer night as you both sat together on the porch of your newly renovated home, watching the sunset paint the sky with shades of pink and orange, Suguru turned to you with a contented smile. You had never seen him this happy in your entire lives together. And it suited him. More than you think he’d understand. 

“I never imagined this day would come, but here we are. Our adventures didn’t just remain on paper anymore, baby. They became a reality now.”

You leaned against him, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. “It’s incredible. We’ve seen so much of the world, and now we have this beautiful home that’s a reflection of our journey.”

With your home now complete, you and Suguru embarked on a new chapter of your life.

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LIFE EVEN IN ITS MOST MUNDANE WAS EVERYTHING. As the years went by, your and Suguru’s paths continued to align in the most fulfilling ways. Suguru, inspired by his love for learning and his experiences, decided to become a teacher, just like you.

Both of you found immense satisfaction in shaping young minds and sharing your passion for knowledge. Your combined efforts in education became a cornerstone of your lives, and it was a field where your love for exploration and discovery seamlessly translated into inspiring others.

Your old friends, who had once joined you in those early childhood adventures, also found their way into the field of education. Together, you formed a tight-knit community of educators, all driven by a shared passion for helping students explore their potential. The clubhouse, once the backdrop for your childhood dreams, had become a symbol of your commitment to fostering curiosity and creativity in the next generation.

Even your nights you spent in your home were often filled with lively discussions about teaching methods, innovative ideas for the classroom, and the exciting possibilities of new educational tools.

Your love of exploration, once confined to distant lands, now found a new outlet in the classroom. You and Suguru worked together on projects that encouraged students to think critically and explore the world around them, just as you had done as children.

Suguru, with a nostalgic smile, traced his fingers over a particularly cherished page. “Remember this, baby?” he said, pointing to a sketch of the Himalayas. “We were so excited about climbing those mountains. And now, look at us—living our dreams and sharing them with others.”

You leaned against him, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “I do remember. And I’m so grateful for everything we’ve experienced together. This scrapbook is a reminder of how far we’ve come and all the dreams we’ve made real.”

As you both looked through the pages, you realized that the scrapbook was more than just a record of your adventures—it was a reflection of your journey as a couple. It symbolized not only the places you had been and the things you had done but also the love and partnership that had grown alongside them. Everything was perfect. Nothing could be better.

Your careers were flourishing, and life with Geto Suguru was a tapestry of shared happiness. The bond between you had only deepened over time, each day bringing a new layer of intimacy and understanding. 

It was as though your relationship had found a perfect equilibrium, a serene joy that seemed like it could stretch on indefinitely. Your home was filled with the warmth of laughter, the comfort of companionship, and the contentment of having achieved many of your dreams. But still, you felt like something was missing. And your husband knew it too.

Suguru, with his usual thoughtful demeanor, was the first to broach the topic. “You know, baby….” he began, his voice gentle but carrying an undercurrent of contemplation. “We've built something incredible together. Our careers, our lovely home… Everything feels right. But have you ever thought about what might come next?”

You turned to face him, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?” you asked, sensing that there was something more beneath his words.

Suguru hesitated for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. “Well, we’ve talked about our future in many ways, but lately, I’ve been thinking about children. About…..about what it might be like to have a family of our own.”

Your husband’s tender words hung in the air, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. The idea had surfaced in fleeting thoughts and half-formed conversations, but hearing it out loud made it feel more real, more tangible.

You considered his words carefully. The thought of children had always been a distant possibility, a dream tucked away among other aspirations. But now, in the warmth of the evening and the comfort of your home, it feels different. It was no longer just an abstract idea; it was something you were both ready to explore.

“I’ve thought about it too, babe.” you admitted, your voice soft but filled with emotion. “It’s strange how this feeling crept up on us. I suppose we always knew that our life together would be about more than just us, that there would be something else to share our love and our world with.”

Suguru reached out and took your hand, his touch reassuring and full of promise. “I think it could be a beautiful next step for us, you know? I know it won’t be easy, and there will be challenges, but I can’t help but feel that it’s the right time.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of warmth and excitement building within you. “I agree. It feels like we’re ready to open up to this new chapter. I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else but you.”

And that settled your desires to begin unfolding. You both wanted it — to have a family together, to raise a child that would be a reflection of your love. The excitement was palpable, filling the days with a hopeful kind of anticipation. You tried, again and again, but it wasn’t long before the first signs appeared, subtle at first. A growing worry gnawed at you, but you pushed it aside, willing everything to be okay.

Then came the miscarriage.

The room was heavy with silence, the kind that feels suffocating and oppressive. Your eyes were red from the tears you had shed, each one a testament to the depth of your loss. The sterile whiteness of the doctor's office seemed to mock the vibrant dreams you had once held.

The doctor’s words were like a sharp blade cutting through the haze of hope you had been clinging to. “You won’t be able to have children, Mrs. Geto. I am so sorry.” he said softly, his voice compassionate but firm. 

The words hung in the air, each syllable a painful puncture to the fragile balloon of hope that had floated between you and Suguru. At that moment, the world seemed to fall apart.

The colors of the room blurred together, the sounds of the doctor’s voice faded into a distant hum, and the only thing that remained was the crushing weight of the news. It was as if the very foundation of your dreams had shattered, leaving behind a void that seemed too vast to fill.

The future you had imagined—of shared late-night feedings, tiny feet pattering around the house, the joy of watching a child grow—was now nothing more than a distant, unreachable fantasy. The dream you and Suguru had so carefully built together crumbled, leaving behind an aching emptiness that felt like a gaping hole in your heart.

You looked at Suguru, and in his eyes, you saw the same devastation mirrored back at you. The strength and support that had always been a cornerstone of your relationship now felt fragile, as if the very fabric of your shared hopes had been torn apart. His hand reached for yours, trembling slightly, and you could feel the shared grief pulsing between you.

As you and Suguru drove home, the silence in the car was almost unbearable. The world outside seemed muted, as if the colors and sounds had been drained away. The roads stretched out in front of you, but they felt meaningless, like they led nowhere important. The weight of the news settled heavily on your shoulders, and neither of you knew how to break the quiet.

For days, you were unapproachable, lost in a fog of devastation. The loss felt like a gaping chasm that nothing could fill. Conversations became infrequent and strained, and even the comfort of routine seemed distant and hollow. Suguru was there, his presence a constant but silent support, and though he tried to offer solace, the words and gestures seemed inadequate against the depth of your shared grief.

The stillness in the house felt almost oppressive. You found yourself sitting alone in the backyard, the garden now a quiet reflection of your internal turmoil. The familiar sight of your favorite flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves seemed to offer no solace. You sat there, wrapped in a blanket of melancholy, trying to make sense of the void that had settled in your life.

Suguru came out and joined you, quietly taking a seat beside you on the patio. He took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to carry the weight of the world. For a moment, he just sat there, gathering his thoughts, his presence a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions.

“You know, baby…..” he began softly, his voice breaking the heavy silence, “it’s okay to feel like this. It’s okay to not have all the answers or to be okay right away.”

His words were simple but carried a depth of understanding that only someone who truly cared could offer. You turned to look at him, seeing the pain and determination in his eyes.

“I don’t know how to move past this.” you admitted, your voice cracking with emotion.

“I know.” He whispers to you with tenderness. Tenderness you will never truly deserve. “But you know, baby…..We’ll always be together.”

“I know that.” you retorted, your voice tight and strained as you tried to contain the wave of emotion threatening to break free. “But I just… I wish I could have given you a child, you know?  A child that’s a mix of you and me. I just…”

Your words trailed off, leaving a raw vulnerability exposed. The weight of your regrets hung heavily in the air, mingling with the sorrow that had become a constant companion. Suguru’s eyes, usually so full of life and energy, now reflected a deep, pained empathy. 

His purple orbs roamed over your face, taking in the sight of you so broken and anguished. The sight of you in such distress was almost too much for him to bear. His own heart ached at the realization that there was little he could do to ease your pain.

“Does our lifetime of love need to leave evidence?” Suguru asked softly, his voice tender yet resolute. “Does…..does it need more than what there is?”

His question wasn’t just a consolation; it was a reflection of his deep belief in the essence of your relationship. You turned to him, the tears welling in your eyes now spilling over, blurring your vision. The raw honesty in his words cut through the fog of your grief, reaching the core of your heart.

“We have each other now, baby.” Suguru continued, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “And we love each other. That’s all that matters.”

His words were simple but powerful, a balm to the wound that had seemed insurmountable. His words broke something inside of you, not in a painful way, but in a way that let all the pent-up sorrow flow out. 

You sobbed, burying your face in your hands, and Suguru wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you cried. He didn’t say anything more—he didn’t need to. In his embrace, in the warmth of his presence, you found the reassurance you didn’t know you needed.

You cried for the loss, for the future you had dreamed of, but you also cried for the love you still had. Suguru was right. You had each other, and in that love, you found strength. That’s all that truly mattered.

Geto Suguru held you close as your tears flowed, his hands gently rubbing your back, whispering words of comfort that barely reached your ears. But his presence, steady and unwavering, spoke louder than any words could. 

In his arms, you found a fragile sense of peace, a reminder that even in this moment of heartbreak, you weren’t alone. His touch was familiar, grounding, and you turned to look at him. There was a tenderness in his eyes, a deep understanding that made your heart ache in the best way. He smiled at you.

“I know this isn’t what we imagined.” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But I’ve been thinking… Maybe it’s okay if our love doesn’t leave a legacy in the way we thought. Maybe our love can just be… us.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of his words settling into your heart. Suguru had always been your anchor, the person who knew how to pull you back when the world felt too overwhelming. In that moment, you realized that maybe he was right. 

Maybe your love didn’t need to be measured by the future you had imagined, by the children you thought you would have. Maybe it was enough to have each other, to share this life together, and to hold onto the love that had always been there. Maybe this was all there has to be. Maybe….this was enough.

Tears filled your eyes again, but this time they weren’t filled with sorrow. You squeezed Suguru’s hand, leaning into his warmth. “I love you.” you whispered, your voice cracking with emotion. “I love you so much.”

He pulled you into his arms once more, his lips brushing against your temple. “I love you too. Always.”

In that quiet moment, you realized that while the future you had once dreamed of was no longer possible, there was still a future waiting for you. A future where it was just the two of you, building a life together, creating memories that were uniquely yours. And as long as you had Suguru by your side, that was enough.

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YOU LIKE TO THINK THAT YOUR HUSBAND’S DREAMS WERE BEAUTIFUL. Even after everything, your husband Suguru had always been a dreamer. He never gave up even after the rollercoaster life had dealt you. Everything you both went through—the heartache, the healing—he found a new dream. It was no longer about building a family or leaving a legacy. 

His new dream was much simpler, yet so much more meaningful: seeing the world with you. He wanted to explore every corner of the earth by your side, to share in the beauty of new experiences together, and to make memories that would last a lifetime.

There was one place, in particular, that you had always talked about—Grindelwald. The snow-covered mountains, the crisp winter air, the breathtaking views from atop the peaks.

It was a dream you had held close for as long as Suguru could remember, and now, it had become his dream too. He wanted nothing more than to take you there, to hike those snow-dusted trails and see the world unfold beneath you, together.

The two of you started saving for the trip, setting aside small amounts whenever you could. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep the dream alive. But life, as it often does, had other plans.

Each time you neared your goal, something else would come up—unexpected expenses, repairs, emergencies. And each time, you had to dip into your savings, pushing the dream further and further away.

The years passed, and the dream remained just that—a dream. Life after all was always busy, life had always had other plans. But you were just happy, being with him. Being together was more than enough.

Yet, Geto Suguru never gave up. He never forgot the way your eyes lit up whenever you talked about seeing pictures of Grindelwald, and he was determined to make it happen one day, no matter how long it took.

Then, one quiet evening, many years later, your husband Suguru sat across from you, his once dark hair now streaked with bright vibrant silver. His hands were still steady, but time had softened their strength. He looked at you with the same love he always had, and there was something different in his eyes—something hopeful, something excited.

“I have a surprise for you, baby.” he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two plane tickets, holding them out for you to see.

Your heart skipped a beat as you read the destination: Switzerland.

“We’re going, finally!” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re finally going to see Grindelwald.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, a cascade of emotions threatening to spill over, but before you could voice a response, an unfamiliar, sharp ache deep within your body made you pause. It was a discomfort that had been gnawing at you for some time, a persistent shadow that you had tried to ignore. 

At first, you dismissed it as stress or perhaps a lingering side effect of the emotional turmoil you had been through. But as the days turned into weeks, the ache intensified, becoming an unwelcome companion in your life.

You tried to push through it, attributing it to the residual strain of the recent loss and the emotional weight you were carrying. Yet, the pain was relentless, and it wasn’t long before you knew you could no longer ignore it. After several visits to various doctors, numerous tests, and consultations that felt endless, the diagnosis finally came: cancer.

The words hit you like a physical blow, the gravity of the diagnosis sinking into your bones. Cancer. It was a term that seemed to hang in the air, heavy with implications and uncertainty. The doctors’ explanations, though thorough and compassionate, felt distant and detached, as if they were speaking a language you couldn’t quite grasp.

The news was like a seismic shift in your world. It felt as though everything you had been trying to hold together was unraveling. The tears that had been welling up before were now flowing freely, mingling with the shock and fear that gripped you. You tried to process it all, but the weight of the diagnosis was overwhelming. It was as if the universe had decided to compound your grief with a new and daunting challenge.

You found yourself grappling with the implications of the diagnosis, trying to come to terms with the reality of what lay ahead. The future that had once seemed so full of potential and hope was now clouded by uncertainty. The plans and dreams you had cherished were overshadowed by the looming shadow of illness.

Suguru was there, his presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos. His own emotions were a mix of concern and determination, but he tried to remain strong for you. In the quiet moments, as you both grappled with the weight of the diagnosis, he held you close, offering a solace that words couldn’t fully convey.

Everything about it was a crushing blow. But Suguru held firm and so did you. You wanted to fight it. After all that time, your dreams together were about to come true. You didn’t want to give up just yet. You wanted to live on. You wanted to go. You wanted to have more time. With him. 

But life wasn’t always as one wants it to be. You were admitted to the hospital soon after, the trip to Switzerland slipping away, replaced by sterile rooms and treatment plans. Geto Suguru was devastated. He had waited so long, saved so carefully, and now, just when it seemed possible, this had happened.

But as you lay in the hospital bed, weakened but still filled with love for the man sitting beside you, you knew there was something more important than the trip, more important than the dream that never came to be.

You called him over, and with trembling hands, you handed him the scrapbook you had kept over the years—the one filled with all the adventures you’d already shared, the places you had seen together, the memories you had created.

“You’ve always been my greatest adventure, you know?” you said softly, your voice a little hoarse. “We may never get to see Grindelwald together, but that doesn’t mean the dream has to end.”

Your husband Suguru looked at you, his eyes filled with tears, unable to speak. 

“I want you to keep making memories, Suguru. I want you to keep having adventures. Take the tickets, go see the world… live for both of us. Because as long as you’re alive, as long as you’re making memories, there will always be evidence that I live on too.”

Suguru’s hand tightened around yours, his tears finally falling. He shook his head, unable to imagine a world without you, without your shared dream. But you smiled, reaching up to touch his cheek.

“You’ve always been the dreamer, Suguru.” you whispered. “Don’t let that part of you die. Keep dreaming, keep living for me, for us. Our love… it’s more than just a place or a moment. It’s a lifetime of memories. And as long as you’re out there, making new ones, I’ll be with you.”

Suguru nodded, his heart breaking but understanding what you meant. You had always been his greatest love, and now, even in this painful moment, you were still giving him the strength to carry on.

As he sat by your side, holding your hand tightly, Suguru made a silent promise—to keep your love alive, to honor the life you had shared, and to one day, perhaps, stand atop those snow-covered mountains of Grindelwald, knowing that you were with him in every step, in every breath, in every memory he made.

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HE WASN��T GETTING ANY YOUNGER. But he still had a promise to fulfill to you. Geto Suguru stood at the base of the trail, staring up at the towering Alps, their snow-covered peaks gleaming under the summer sun.

The path before him was steep, challenging, but it was the journey he had promised to make—for you, for both of you. He reached up to touch the small locket that hung around his neck, a picture of you carefully tucked inside. Your smile was his anchor, even now, long after you were gone.

The climb was grueling, especially for someone his age. His knees ached, his breath came in short, shallow gasps, but he pressed on. The crisp mountain air filled his lungs, reminding him of the dream you had shared for so many years—to see Grindelwald together, to hike these mountains and stand at the top of the world.

As he ascended, memories of you filled his mind. He could still hear your laughter, feel the warmth of your hand in his, see the way your eyes lit up whenever you talked about this place.

It had been your dream, but over time, it had become his as well. Even after all those years of saving, when life had repeatedly forced you to spend the money on more pressing needs, the dream had never faded.

Now, finally, he was here. But he was alone.

Each step was harder than the last. The trail wound higher and higher, becoming more treacherous, but Suguru refused to stop. He clutched the locket, his fingers brushing over the metal as if your presence was embedded within it.

“I promised you,” he whispered to the open air, as though you were walking beside him. “I promised we’d see this together.”

It took hours, his body protesting with every movement, but at last, Suguru reached the summit. The world spread out before him, vast and beautiful, with the jagged peaks of the Alps stretching into the distance. The view was breathtaking—just as you had always said it would be.

He stood there, chest heaving, staring out at the endless sky. Tears welled in his eyes, not from exhaustion, but from the sheer weight of the moment. He opened the locket and gazed at your face, your smiling eyes staring back at him. You should have been here with him. You should have seen this with your own eyes.

“This is for you, baby.” he murmured, his voice cracking as tears spilled down his cheeks. “We made it, love. We’re finally here.”

Suguru stood there for what felt like an eternity, just holding the locket and letting the wind carry his words. The silence of the mountains felt sacred, and for a moment, he could almost feel your presence beside him, hear your voice on the breeze.

After a long while, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small, framed photograph—the two of you, from years ago, standing side by side, laughing as the sun set behind you. It was a moment of joy, of love, captured forever. He knelt down carefully and placed the frame on a small, flat rock at the very peak of the mountain. The picture stood there, delicate but steadfast, a testament to the love you had shared.

Suguru stood back, his gaze soft as he looked at the photo. He ran a trembling hand through his silvered hair, then placed his hands together, pressing the locket to his chest. “We don’t need evidence for our love, you know that, baby?” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I want… I want everyone to know that there was love somewhere.”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“And it will be here. Always.”

The wind picked up, rustling the leaves and the grass around him, as if the earth itself acknowledged his words. Suguru stood there, the weight of his age and grief heavy on his shoulders, but in his heart, there was a quiet peace. This was your place now, your memory, your love, etched into the mountains for all time.

As the sun began to dip lower on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Alps, geto Suguru turned and began his descent. With each step, he carried the knowledge that your love was eternal, not bound by the constraints of time or place. It lived on—in the memories, in the moments, and now, on the very peak of the world.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Illumina and child figure Reader

they never specified so i’m assuming they want child reader sorry if i assumed wrong let me know if i did and ill do a new one!

to keep my theme i don’t put anything before the characters name so this is more accurately father figure illumina but oh well

sorry for my semi hiatus i haven’t had much motivation but im writing to get my mind off of the election and ive got brownies cooling on the counter, we also have a new puppy dm me for pics because she is the cutest thing oh my gods

- Sneaking into Illumina’s temple to steal food from his offerings takes some guts, or you were incredibly stupid, it could be either honestly, seeing as you were a kid probably both honestly

- When Illumina sensed someone not only stealing from his temple but one of his offerings he showed up immediately, pissed if not a little impressed someone had the nerve, then he saw you, a small, very thin, shaking little kid holding a single loaf of bread, normally he’d smite you without a second chance but something stopped him, maybe it was that your horn looked very slightly like his, maybe jealousy of some of his siblings, or maybe he was just tired, but he stopped and didn’t smite you

- He asked what you were doing, stealing from his temple, you said you were starving, you needed something to eat, and the only place nearby was his temple, you were so sorry, he made an odd sound before sighing and saying he’d get you some proper food, something that wasn’t an offering to him, realizing it was an offering you panicked and he said it was whatever, bringing you to his worshippers to make you food

- They were all a bit confused but they did so obediently and you had the best soup you’ve ever had, as you ate he asked you questions about yourself, your name, age, etc, finally he eventually said you could stay in his temple, he’d have his worshippers make sure you were bathed and fed, you were extremely thankful if not a bit confused

- His demeanor remained cold and stern but he did seem a bit more soft towards you, after he left you were given your own room and taken care of, when you saw him next you immediately ran up and gave him a hug, barely even making it up to his waist, seeing you in his follower’s robes, and the way they were too large for you, sparked something unfamiliar in him, a parental instinct

- He was unfamiliar with the feeling, but he’d heard some of his siblings describe it before, and he realized he wanted to protect you, not just have you be cared for by his worshippers, but he wanted to take care do you, so suddenly you were in his home, sort of, you think it’s his home but it looked… weird*

- Illumina isn’t the most expressive or talkative guy but you knew he does care about you, making sure you’re always properly fed and clean, if you ask for something he doesn’t respond but a few hours later you find that thing in or near your room, you always give him a hug when you do, slowly as time went on he’d touch you back during the hugs, a pat on the head, ruffling your hair, and after awhile he’d bend down to your level so he could hug you back properly

- He has some weird bird brain instincts on occasion which is why sometimes you end up sleeping in a big pile of blankets and pillows curled up next to him, he makes cooing sounds contently and you fall asleep not a worry on your mind, safe and warm, though him trying to feed you is something you do not like, at least it isn’t proper baby bird style just spoon feeding instead

- His siblings don’t know about you, okay that’s not entirely true, Ghostwalker has seen you before but doesn’t know the full extent of his brothers care towards you, but besides for him the others have no idea he adopted a mortal, let alone who he met because they stole from him

- Sometimes he disappears for days at a time, if he knows that that’s going to happen he leaves you in the care of his followers, when they first took care of you it was begrudgingly but now that you’re basically his child they treat you with a lot more care and gentleness, you also were given special robes by him so that when they do have to take care of you they know who you are immediately, that is if they don’t see your eyes immediately

- If Illumina blesses or gifts one of his worshippers their eyes go fully white like his, in your case they went a light purple instead, but same principle applies, your pupils disappeared and anyone who looks at your face can tell at the very least you have his blessings, if not that you’re more special then a normal follower who’s received his gift

- Soup is still your favorite food, it reminds you of the day you met him, even if he never admits it knowing that soup is your favorite food and when he sees you eat it it makes something warm spring up in his chest

- He’s not much of a talker, but he enjoys listening to you ramble on about anything and everything, even if not that coherent it’s pure and childish, maybe what you did that day, the story behind a drawing you made, the story you’re currently acting out with your toys, which speaking of are sick, he had almost never interacted which children before you so he basically got you everything, going form a homeless street child to owning basically every toy in existence was a pretty sweet thing

- After a few months he teaches you how to preen him, you’re not amazing at it but you have plenty of time to learn, and your small hands make it so you can be a lot more careful, after you preen him though he immediately starts brushing your hair and straightening your clothes, it’s his way of preening you back, since you don’t have wings (yet) of your own so taking care of your hair and cleaning you up slightly is the closest he can get

- On very rare occasion he returns home with injuries, usually from fights gone too far with Darkheart, or maybe once or twice Venomshank, either way you watch from his doorway as he bandages himself up hissing in pain as he cleans and dresses his wounds, after he finishes you come in with a stuffed animal handing it to him and gently crawl into his lap, it relaxes him and you fall asleep in his nest with him that night, every stuffed animal you give him during those times ends up in his nest, he treasures them, in his own way, when he’s a very stoic guy it’s not obvious but you’ve learned to read him, he also lets himself show more emotion around you, since you are just a child who can’t understand him that well normally

- When you first saw him appear that day in his temple, you thought for sure your life was over, but instead you gained a father, and even if you never said it, you were eternally grateful for all of it, falling asleep curled up next to a deity who was almost twice your height was never your plan, but you were happy it happened

i am stressing over this election but i’m tired now, imma go to bed, ALSO

i made a friend in this community and they offered to help with this blog, idk if it will happen but on occasion they may do a request for me ill say if they do it’s not a guarantee but just letting you all know there’s a chance i might get some help on these here and there

* according to soda illumina kind of has a house ‘it’s weird’ what that means is unclear

[hannahbarberra162]

can i request more apex alpha shanks PLEASE 😩 idk but this is the first time ive read any abo literature with this like level and it was amazingly written

if you somehow find the time to write maybe just some hcs or something of apex alpha shanks x omega reader (maybe a diff scenario where its just them and their relationship with consideration of all the other world dynamics (w rare omegas n whatnot 🙂‍↕️)maybe not yandere if possible idk)

But see Nonnie, how can I write my other things when y'all keep dropping excellent ideas? Also lol literature, you glaze me Nonnie <3 Hmmmm....basically nice Shanks AU? Hope this scratches your itch...

Emperor's Prize AU: Kind Shanks :)

All the other chapters / AUs

This is set before Kid finds the Omega, she's still in hiding / nothing bad has happened to her.

Shoutout to @sordidmusings for hyping me and editing this, thank you @gouraminnow for reading it and beta-ing it as well.

Shanks loved docking at Beta Island - it was one of his favorite places on the Grand Line. He liked most of the islands in his territory, almost all were filled with people more than willing to open their bottles, cupboards, and bedroom doors to welcome the Red Haired Pirates. But there was always some lingering tension at every island. He didn’t think it was intentional, but aside from his own crew, his presence always set other Alphas off. 

Sure, they would be deferential like any of his subordinate crews or islands, but his mere presence would have Alphas posturing or growling or throwing off pheromones like crazy. He didn’t fault the Alphas for their behaviors but it all added up to a massive headache if he wasn’t able to get away back to the ship for at least a few hours and cool off from the constant threat of a confrontation. Shanks had excellent self control but even he could get annoyed after a while.

But not on Beta Island. Oh, no. On Beta Island there were no Alphas to contend with and since all Omegas had been taken by the World Government for the Celestial Dragons, there were none of them either. It was all Betas as far as the eyes could see since only Betas had permission from the local government to live on the island. Shanks could really let his hair loose and party because he didn’t have to worry about sparking any power struggles between himself and the other Alphas on the island. He got to enjoy what it would be like to be almost like everyone else, if only for a little bit.

And this week was one such time. It was their second day on the island and Shanks was enjoying the last of the afternoon sun as the day changed into evening. Many stores were closing for the night, eager to begin celebrating with the Emperor and his crew. Shanks was also excited for the night’s revelry but had one final errand to run per Benn. Well, he’d only been assigned one errand for the duration of their docking but he’d forgotten about it for most of the day after one too many margaritas. Now Shanks had to make sure to hit the candle store before it closed lest Beckman gripe at him again for “not being able to read at night” or “not being able to balance the books” or whatever it was Benn did in his cabin after dark. 

Shanks walked along the sidewalk, whistling an old tune Buggy had taught him as a kid when he spotted the candle store. A particularly small Beta woman had her keys out as she shut the door, looking for the right key to turn in the lock.

“Hey! Wait!” Shanks said, breaking into a light jog. He really didn’t want to hear another earful from Benn about how he couldn’t do his one errand for the crew. You hadn’t been expecting anyone to yell out so you jumped at the sudden noise and dropped your keys on the ground. 

“Oof, sorry! Didn’t mean to frighten you,” Shanks said, reaching for the keys on the ground. You were reaching for them at the same time, your eyes meeting his when you looked up. Pretty, thought Shanks. He stood up and offered you the keys on the open palm of his hand. 

“S-sorry, Emperor,” you stammered, using the tips of your fingers to take the keys from his hand as if to prevent your fingers from touching him too much.

“Nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who scared you,” Shanks said with an easy smile. You smiled in return but it didn’t reach your eyes. You were backing away from him even though he wasn’t approaching. Was that…fear he scented on the evening breeze? 

“Sorry to be a bother, I know you’re closing in the next…” Shanks said as he pretended to look at his missing forearm as a joke, “now, but would you be willing to sell me just a few candles? I really need them or my crew's gonna make me walk the plank,” he said, flashing his million beri smile. You stared at him, your eyes growing wider with every word. Shanks was a little taken aback - usually those jokes killed, and no woman could hold out against his charm. What was with you? Maybe you had a bad run in with Alphas before?

You didn't answer but your tongue darted out to lick your lips. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded your head. 

“Alright, come in.” You opened the door for him and waited until he went inside before following him into the cluttered shop. Candles were crammed onto every open surface, the air thick with the smell of wax and paraffin. Shanks’s own cabin was organized chaos but this was simply chaos. There were dressers, cabinets, shelves, containers, every inch was filled with candles. Not only that, there was the cloying scent of the perfume used in the candles mixing in the wax and paraffin. Shanks had a difficult time being in the store for a few minutes, only a Beta could work in such a place with their dulled sense of smell. Even the loveseat by the front display had candles on the arms.

Looking around, Shanks saw that some candles were figures of animals, flowers, and even famous people, but all he needed were standard sticks for reading at night. In the moments he'd been staring at the wares, you'd slipped behind the long counter and were watching him with wary eyes, as if ready to bolt. 

“Where are your, I don't know, just - regular candles?” Shanks asked, touching the tip of a carefully crafted griffin candle.

“Over here, on the shelves next to the window,” you replied in a small voice, removing yourself even farther away from him. The air felt heavy with all the scents as Shanks continued into the store and the smells irritated Shanks after a day spent outside in the fresh air. 

“Would you mind opening the window? The perfume from the scented candles is a lot for me right now, I'm not strong like you,” Shanks said, running a hand through his hair with a cheeky grin. Again you gave him a blank face but did as he asked and opened the window behind you, letting in some of the evening breeze.

The light of the golden hour was behind you, illuminating your features like an angel. Yes, he had been right, you were pretty. But there was something more than pretty, Shanks thought to himself. There was something about you that was calling to him, more than other Betas would. He wanted to know why you weren't responding to him, why you weren't smiling back or at least being pleasant. Did he do something wrong? He felt the pressing urge to address your problems, even though it was likely he himself was causing them.

Shanks walked over to the inset cabinet and rifled through the drawers but only found red column candles. Benn usually bought white but they were the Red Haired pirates so red would have to do. Shanks wanted to solve the problem of the Beta, he was done with the candle hunt.

“I'll grab some of these -” he said jovially, bent over the cabinet. But that was before the breeze caught his nose, causing him to stand upright near instantly. He looked at you as your eyes flicked to his own, the scent of fear growing stronger in the shop. But that wasn’t what Shanks had scented first.

“What was that?” Shanks asked calmly, candles forgotten in the cabinet. Something emitted a scent more lovely than anything he’d ever scented before - floral and earthy and sharp and bright and sweet. He’d been on the seas his whole life and never had anything come close to that smell. He needed to find the source and he was fairly sure it was you.

“Wh-what? The candles?” you asked, biting your lip in worry.

“No. What was the other scent?” Shanks’s easy going attitude dropped as he turned to face you fully. Your face paled and you looked faint as Shanks directly confronted you. He didn’t want to scare you but he needed an answer.

“I….I -” Your eyes darted at the door as you turned your feet. Shanks had seen that look a hundred times on a hundred different islands - you were going to try to run. Shanks didn’t have to calculate the distance to the door to know he was stronger and faster; he could catch you before you could make it past the counter. He wasn’t in the mood for games, he needed that scent again. He wanted to bathe in it, to douse everything he owned in it and roll around, he had to smell it again.

“Come here,” Shanks Commanded. Your eyebrows knitted together like you were going to cry and Shanks was struck with the sudden urge to apologize and comfort you. You slowly made your way around the counter to stand right in front of him, staring at his sandaled feet with your fingers picking at your nails. Shanks knew he could be imposing, but he tried to soften his frown so as not to frighten you further. 

“Come here, little Beta,” he offered this time without a Command, holding his hand out to you. You didn’t look up or take his hand but did take a step closer to him. Now less than a foot away, Shanks detected a hint of the earlier ambrosia. A memory came to mind, something Roger had said about Rouge long ago.

“You’re not a Beta, are you?” Shanks said quietly, tilting his head to the side. Now your head snapped up to look at his face. Your eyes were wide and pupils blown as tears filled your lashline.

“I - I am! I have the papers to prove it! I’m -”

“You’re not.” A tear tracked down your face as Shanks reached to wipe it away with his thumb. You flinched but let him touch your face, something unspoken clicking into place for Shanks. Keeping his hand on you, he cupped your chin and tilted your head up. You looked like you were a few words away from a breakdown but he needed to push you just a little more.

“Look at me,” he said softly. “I can protect you. Just tell me the truth,” He tried to put weight into his words but given how flighty you already were he wasn’t sure you’d listen.

“I c-can’t, I can’t, I’m -” you stuttered as your lip started to wobble. Shanks’s inner Alpha roared to life, demanding that he take care of you and console you. Gritting his teeth, he instead led you to the loveseat by the front window and sat you down, perching right next to you. Shanks wanted to give you space, he really did, but the Alpha in him needed to soothe your pains, either physically or emotionally. 

“It’ll be ok, just tell me.” Shanks shook his head, trying to clear the scent from his lungs before he answered. He had so much he wanted to say but the only thing he could think about was your scent wrapping around him and clouding his mind.

“I’m…I’m - I’m an Omega,” you whispered, your shoulders hunching in as if to ward off an attack. Shanks’s impassive face didn’t change but his mind rapidly filled with questions he needed answers to. 

“How have you been able to hide it? Even here someone would have smelled you,” he asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His body was releasing his own pheromones now to soothe your sadness. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop it - it was a purely biological function - but he hoped you’d find some solace in it anyway.

“I, um, make my own s-suppressants. Well, I used to, b-but now I can’t get the - all the things I need. And I work at this store. Like you said, the smell is overpowering so, I um, it helps with the scents.” You looked up at him through your lashes while curling in on yourself, as if waiting for him to grab you or strike you.

“Nothing bad’s going to happen,” Shanks said, pulling you closer to him. He would rather lose his remaining arm before forcing you into mating but being physically close to an Alpha like him would likely help you calm down. Actually, now that he thought about it, he decided to do something he’d never done for a woman before. He’d never even tried it outside a few times in childhood - and that was just to annoy Buggy.

Shanks purred for you. 

The effect was near immediate. You sagged against his side, face in your palms as you accepted the comfort he offered you. Shanks covered you with his cloak, the two of you sitting in silence as Shanks thought through potential solutions, purring all the while. You rubbed your face on the soft material of his cloak like a little cat, even as tears trickled down your face. You started to sniffle, his shirt getting wet but Shanks didn’t mind and let you have your time to process the situation. 

After a few moments, to his surprise, you crawled into his lap and pushed your face against his chest in an effort to get closer to the rumbling emanating from him. Shanks knew your actions weren’t personal - it wasn’t him you wanted - you were fulfilling a need due to your respective designations. You were an Omega and he an Alpha and you wanted to seek comfort where you could find it. Still, he allowed himself a small measure of satisfaction to calm the Alpha within him. He held you against his warm body, though not tightly in case you wished to move back to the loveseat. 

You were still crying quietly but the purr was helping you to calm down, his hand now running up and down your back in an effort to soothe you. His fingers skimmed your arms where your stained work shirt didn’t cover and it took all his effort not to dip his hand beneath the hem. Your skin was so soft, much softer than any Alpha or Beta he’d ever had the privilege of touching before.

He’d never been this close to an Omega before and the effect on his inner Alpha was heady. His body was ready to toss you into the closest bed and make you feel better in any way he could, but the man in him would never cross that line. After several minutes, you broke the silence. “S-so are you g-gonna sell me? K-keep me?” you sniffled into his chest.

“I would never sell you. Never,” Shanks said, his words making goosebumps appear on your skin. He continued to run his calloused hand over your arm, speaking soft but sincerely. “We do need to talk about what to do next. I don’t think you’re safe on your own, not even on Beta Island. I’m not the only Alpha who stops here - I know the island trades with merchants and all it takes is for one of them to smell you. Even if you could get the materials for your suppressants, I don’t think it’s a good idea. The consequences of you being discovered are high,” he explained. If you were found, you’d be turned over to the World Government and sold off to the highest bidder. Shanks shuddered to think of the fate you’d suffer at the hands of the Celestial Dragons.

“S-so what do - what’s g-going to happen?” you asked, still leaning against his chest. Shanks hummed. He’d only come to one solution that worked during all of his brainstorming.

“I can take you with me on the Red Force, if you wish. I’ll keep you safe there until we find a more permanent solution. It wouldn’t be forever, just until we found somewhere you could live in peace.” Shanks hoped that was true but he couldn’t think of anywhere on the planet that was safe from the reach of the Celestial Dragons and habitable. His inner Alpha was raging at him for his suggestion to let you go but he would never limit your freedom because of your designation. You picked your head up and swallowed thickly. You hadn’t said yes or no, so he continued to make his case.

“Come with me, please Omega? It’s not so bad on the Red Force,” he said with a small smile. You gave him a weary look but didn’t frown or outright refuse. “You can watch Beckman boss me around and even come to my defense if I deserve it. He’s partially to blame for all this anyway,” Shanks said with false annoyance. “He’s the one who asked me to buy candles since I might have used them all up to read a romance novel in the bath one night,” he said with a huff. You gave him a watery smile, which Shanks took as encouragement.

“Please, Omega? You won’t to live in fear anymore, looking over your shoulder at every turn. You’ll be free,” Shanks urged you, holding himself back from kissing your forehead. He couldn’t imagine the stress you were under, hiding your designation from everyone you knew and working in this putrid smelling candle store on top of it. You pressed your lips together and gave a small nod of your head.

“A-alright,” you whispered against his skin. Shanks wanted to roar in pleasure at your acceptance of his protection.

“You won’t regret choosing freedom. You won’t regret choosing me.”

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[emcapi-gaming]

Ardwin's poetry

An attempt I made (first four a while ago, last one today) to write some poetry from Ardwin's perspective about the people she loves/has loved.

(If you can guess who all of them are about, you get a cookie; as a hint, they're in mostly chronological order. Answers and author commentary under the cut. I'll also post on AO3 in a minute.)

I. Fire

Wild thing, bright spark, not quite tame but here with me, my campfire, my hearth.

I need you. I will always need you.

Wherever I go, so do you. Wherever you go, I am home.

Your heart keeps me warm, wards the ice from my skin, soothes the ache from my back when the sky grows too heavy.

Tell the hungry things that lurk: we are not theirs to devour. Let me keep you burning. I will let you keep me safe.

II. Volcano

First, I thought you were a mountain. One more peak to climb and conquer. Beauty, danger, thrill and challenge. I ignored the warning signs: your heart held nothing but destruction.

And so: catastrophe.

The mountain, gone. The city, in ruins. The skies, all ash and fire.

Despite everything, I still yearned for the climb. Forgive me, if I still mourn for the mountain.

III. Inferno

Another self-same spark, taken root among drought and decay. Your love: overwhelming, consuming, uncontrollable. All the fiercer for how long I have refused you.

You were the only salvation left for me. My heart: neglected, choked, overgrown. Weighed down and tangled up, forgetting how to live.

You know what I need. Burn me down. Take me apart. Only through the ash can I begin to grow again.

IV. Star

Light born from a cradle of darkness, fearless, piercing through. Flickering, sometimes hidden, but persisting. A miracle beyond compare. When I first saw you, I was lost. I followed you and found my way. Now, you are too far to touch, but I have reached the stars before. I know it can be done again. Just a little longer, love; I’ll find my way back to you.

V. Spark

Sparks fly at our first touch: blinding, our hands brush, snap our circuit closed, trade high to low, and I understand how you’ve endured. But now, bottled lightning, break your glass. Retake the sky.

Answers for who's who:

I. Fire: Ardbert

II. Volcano: Zenos

III. Inferno: Fray

IV. Star: Zero

V. Spark: Arkose

Would Ardwin actually try to write poetry? Probably not. Most of her creative drive goes into crafting (BSM/ARM and CUL). She does very faithfully keep a journal, but it's closer to a bullet journal/log than a diary, mostly practical with only incidental emotional commentary.

Individual poem/relationship notes:

Ardbert: Pretty self-explanatory, for the most part, I think. (Blink-and-you-miss-it Atlas imagery go brrr. Would have been a good Azem name, but I wanted something a little more unique and Arkadios fit well too.)

Zenos: Debatable whether that whole thing qualifies as "love" in the same way as the other ones. This is definitely only something she'd write much later, after the fact; it takes her a while to come to terms with her complicated feelings about him.

Fray: ...I keep mentally referring to the weird as hell dynamic between Ardwin and her version of Fray as "Fray's Combo Questionable BDSM/Bootleg Therapy." Ardwin is so fucked up by the end of EW that she reacts to people trying to make her Talk About Her Feelings by lashing out (sometimes verbally, sometimes physically) like a wounded animal in a trap, Fray fixes her by dragging her through it kicking and screaming (often literally), they make out about it sometimes because Ardwin is Selfcest Georg. Yeah.

Zero: When they first met, Ardwin was improving but still like 40-50% fucked up, and got really emotionally attached to her in a slightly unhealthy way. She put Zero on a bit of a pedestal and also thought of her in terms of the whole dark knight "person I'm dedicated to protecting" role. (This, inevitably, wound up backfiring somewhat when Zero pulled her stunt with the Wall of Light, and Ardwin had such a bad panic attack she thought she was dying.) The subsequent magical-girl paladin transformation was a big turning point for Ardwin that went a long way towards fixing her general tendency towards being overprotective, and the time apart has helped soothe a lot of the lingering hurt feelings from the Light stunt. But also the second they get that hourglass working, Ardwin WILL be going to visit her girlfriend.

(Side note: it's a really good thing that Ardwin got over so much of the overprotective tendencies, because if she was like that with Arkose, they would have found her completely fucking insufferable and probably wanted to kill her.)

Arkose: Think I mentioned this in the previous lore post about Arkose and Eutrope's history, but they did have literal sparks, because soul shards/reflections where one has imbalanced aether can temporarily balance each other out by touching. I also mentioned in that post how they felt extremely trapped in Solution 9 and the Heritage Found lightning dome. Getting to get out of the dome and actually see the real sky for the first time in their life has been a Huge Fucking Deal for them.

It's interesting that this poem wound up being a lot more structured than the others. Part of that, I think, is from me writing it so much later than the other poems, and I just felt like it. Though if you want to go full literary-analysis, you can also look at the stronger structure as a reflection of Ardwin's mental state. She's gone through so much recovery since Endwalker and she's doing fantastic lately.

[devondespresso]

Wiggy Wednesday🧠🪱 - A Robin (Buckley) Hood au

tagged by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @shares-a-vest and @hotluncheddie Thanks guys!!! 💕🫂💝

continue-the-game tags at the bottom, you guys absolutely don't have to read this whole thing for it, it won't hurt my feelings cause this thing got long sgnxgnxnh

💚>> EDIT: @carolperkinsexgirlfriend expanded on the aro robin thing and its literal perfection!! <<💚

tbh the past few days ive felt like i was loosing my spark a bit (could be a medication thing now that i think about it) so the plans for today are to rewatch some really damn good motion pictures, feel some emotions probably, and go from there.

having said that, i was able to put together a fun little idea about Robin Stranger Things as Robin Hood, Steve and Little John, either Vickie or Chrissy as Maid Marian. Chrissy would fit the secretly badass princess type very well, thinking princess peach in the mario movie, while vickie would be slightyyy more tough girl princess, thinking fiona from the first shrek. I'm not like a huge fan of slapping character names into roles just because, so i think most antagonists would be of the robin-hood-world and some might get left out. Dustin and Erica would be there, possibly as merry men, or i also think itd be cool to mix another vaguely-medieval story that fits the kids group better, have it be something in the backstory or future or something like a story living in the edges of this one. Eddies also an easy fit as the minstrel and could be tied to chrissy's story too if you want

im not planning on writing anything for it, but the story ideas that are jumping out to me rn are mostly characters meeting/origin stories. Steve and Robin meet early on in her outcastery, Robin in jail for stealing and Steve also locked up close by either for something outrageously stupid or something definitely illegal but for the sake of his little brother and friends. They swap stories and then swap even more jokes and fun banter. Either Robin loops him in on her plan to break out, or Dustin and Erica come to break Steve out during her escape and they all team up. Maybe a little part where they visit Dustin and friends, let him know Steve's fine even tho him and Robin are fugitives, maybe Dustin tries to follow them but they have to send him back until he's old enough to move out, an emotional "we're not gone forever" talk, concluding with Robin and Steve heading off to camp in the woods and figure out what's next. maybe robin comes out here, maybe steve had confessed and whatnot similar to the show, maybe robin just needed to establish that she's not into him before they started adventuring just the two of them. Maybe she mentions her future plans, to stay firmly on the laws bad side, maybe to reunite with the lady she found at the edge of palace gardens, something that would make the road alongside her rougher than his already will be, and Steve chooses to join her anyway.

also a romantic subplot with Chrissy or Vickie.

if its chrissy, i think itd go similarly to the disney movie (relative to vickie's anyway), chrissy has her princessy life and through circumstance (maybe an archery contest, maybe they run into each other, probably a combination of run-ins) they meet and are into each other, maybe Robin crossdresses and after she's revealed to be a girl Chrissy's head over heels, maybe Chrissy runs away, maybe robin wins her favor, lots of fun princess tropes to play with.

with vickie, i keep leaning into the Fiona-style angle where she very much doesn't care to be in a royal setting, not rejecting femininity just spinning the princess archetype on its head. So maybe she's a runaway, maybe she rescued herself, or maybe she faked her death or something extreme, and she runs into robin (maybe robins disguised and she looks extra rougish, maybe vickie had only heard bad stories about her) and they fight. if vickie wins she notices in her victory robins actual personality, realizes shes not aggressive like expected and they talk, and if robin wins she does a mercy thing, maybe disarms her to get enough time to run off and vickies like 🤨mysterious🤨 or they spark up conversation. Maybe part of Robins group comes in either ready to defend her or diffuse the situation and their appearance soon splits the fight. lots and lots to play with. one way or another vickie tags along or joins the group, she and robin fall in love, yippee

aaaand third option: polyarmory, where chrissy joins the group first, they run into vickie second, and the three of them fall in love.

fourth option: aro robin (lol get it. cause. arrows.) who picks up princesses (plus steve too) like its her job and those princesses fall in love

r*nance (* for search because this isn't exactly abt them, NOT to be a dick about it) could work too ig but its not my jam so im not diving into that angle

i also love the idea of expanding robins relationship with any of the kids (Dustin and especially Erica, because scoops troop has solid character dynamic potential thats barely touched. Robin and Max too, and it'd make sense to bring in Lucas too with his ties to both Erica and Max)

if this gives anyone else brainworms and you want to write it, absolutely go for it, i know im definitely not going to sit down and write scenes or anything for it, and if you're comfortable tag me so i can read it!!

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for Wiggy Wednesday im tagging (no pressure ofc): @starry-eyed-steve @marvel-ous-m @lightoftheseraph @pearynice @puppy-steve

@tinytalkingtina @dreamwatch @flowercrowngods @withacapitalp @writing-kiki

@queenie-ofthe-void @carolperkinsexgirlfriend @eriquin @hairstevington @sunflowerharrington

@imfinereallyy @sourw0lfs

[blkkizzat]

Ahh so i made good progress on The Nursery P3 today! 6.3k words deep into it now.

I think I finally got my writing groove back. I've been doing more self care as even though I was done with school I was still super wound up and kinda lost my creative spark a bit.

something that helped though is this book im reading now.

its called "a wack on the side of the head"

its really helping me let go of the mental roadblocks ive had.

one of the biggest ones they addressed in the first chapter of the notion of the "right answer". i know a huge problem me and a ton of other writers have is rewriting something over and over, being stuck on trying to find the "right" answer instead of trying to find many answers.

one of the best quotes that suck with me is "when there is no sun we can see the evening stars" the lesson i took from that is when you are stuck to ignore/forget the main problem/plot/driver of the story to focus on what supporting it.

how are they supporting it? what would these characters be doing if they weren't in this situation? if it were happening to someone else near them? if it didn't happen at all?

"forgetting" allows your brain the freedom to discover it all over again in a new way—or discover something new entirely. (thats also too why i like to take breaks on stories and come back to them but in thinking of it in this way you dont have to stop working on something to think of it in a different way.)

its all such a "well duh" concept but I don't think we consciously think of this when writing, or at least I dont lol.

[starcollectorsilas]

I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.

folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.

excuse me. one moment.

Mine- literally a skk au

Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah

back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'

speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.

the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.

enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)

better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason

haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.

last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.

LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.

anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol

[zombieefish]

bryce to be honest with you zeeverse is getting a bit boring…or at least lesd entertaining than it used to be. even gpo. i loved gpo, and i still do, dont get me wrong…but it just isnt as fun as it used to be, especially with all of this lore and backstory and constant interference. (except for rapier hes fine. briefcase too. ace too i guess…maybe)

i remember how passionate i used to be about zeeverse, and how fixated i was but i genuinely cant find the same enjoyment as i did before. id like to say i dont know why, but i have a few ideas. either way, the main point is that the storyline is more over the place than its ever been and its somewhat repelling.

it could just be that ive just found new interests, but i still do really like zeeverse, some parts of it just got corrupted in a way. i just hope that doesnt happen to otjer characters and such…everyone has such good writing and its a shame that i cant find myself enjoying it as much as i did

i could add more to this but its long enough as is and i dont really want to talk about it any further…also sorry for ranting

i think that it might be all over the place ( not that i would know.. ive just been on the side doing my own thing as of now.. just been working on my own little oc fantasy world )

the enjoyment might've sprouted from it being in the summer — a time where everyone had lots of spare time and could just.. let the roleplay flow like it was nothing, and things were freeing at times, like you didn't need to do much with your character

it could come back.. it just depends on how that comes back – i still believe it might be a little bit all around and slightly messy, but that's just me — with a bit of shuffling, it could be a little more put together and organised

that feeling may have dulled down, but it still flickers inside, waiting for the right moment – for the chance to spark up once again, i believe..

i do think that it could burn once more.. that flame of something could burn higher than once before, but it's up to what others want to truly do with it

personally, my zeeverse ocs are also now part of other things, to branch them out a little bit more ^_^ like syringe, who has her own little story and such..

[youngpettyqueen]

hellooooooo I would love to hear about your julian/jadzia sandbox! I haven't given them a lot of thought as a real pairing and I'm so curious about your ideas!

hello good morning thank you for being patient! welcome to my Julian/Jadzia sandbox

putting under a cut cause it got. long

with them im a very casual shipper of it, I dont really seek out content of them and I kinda just have my own thoughts on them as a pairing. I would read fic of them if it caught my attention, but as is im pretty content in my own little world of them. I think they could've been really cute! but also like, again, thank god they didnt go that route in canon, I would not have trusted the writers with them

if im thinking of Julian/Jadzia as a couple then im inclined towards the storyline of that being one where youre in for the long haul. its a slowburn, and most importantly, its of the friends to lovers variety. the way it plays out in my head is you spend a lot of time building up and really developing that friendship, and yes Julian is still crushing on her and pursuing her, but after a little while that fades out and becomes less of a crush and more of just a running bit between them as they get closer as friends. and then, after a while, you start bringing in the hints that this could be something different than friendship. little moments, little scenes, the realization that Julian's crush hasn't gone away and he is now quite hopelessly in love with her, and Jadzia, having to gotten to know him and get so close with him, is also quite in love with him

ive seen different takes that Julian and Jadzia have no chemistry and I think thats simply not true. there's a lot of chemistry between them, but its not the immediate sparks flying type of chemistry you get with, say, Julian and Garak in their first meeting. and I think because of that, people tend to write them off, when really all it would've taken was some development and exploration of their relationship. if there had been less of a focus on Julian chasing after Jadzia, and more of a focus on them getting closer, I think the romantic chemistry would've been off the charts

its Julian's chasing after Jadzia the way he does, especially in the early seasons, that gets in the way of what could've been. and dont get me wrong, I wouldnt take that element out entirely, but I wouldnt have had it go on as long as it did. Julian chasing after Jadzia the way he does makes it impossible for her to take him seriously as a potential romantic partner, so if you have them get over that hurdle and have Julian back off and allow them to develop a close friendship, it opens Jadzia up to the idea of him as a romantic partner. I also think it would make for a deeper and more real friendship, where Julian gets to know Jadzia as a person and not just as a concept, and where Jadzia gets to see Julian from a better perspective

I would also just. put in writing more how Jadzia actually feels about her relationship with Julian. what we get onscreen is pretty one-sided and focuses almost entirely on how Julian feels, with only occasional mentions of how Jadzia feels. some of the novels go into it a bit more, especially Revenant, but alas those are beta canon. Jadzia does like Julian, and she cares about him, but we very rarely get to know her thoughts on him outside of being both endeared and annoyed by his constant pursuit of her. she likes the chase and the attention, even if it sometimes annoys her, and I think it'd be interesting to explore how she feels when that chase is gone. I think it'd be fun to explore the day she realizes she misses it

with Julian, what really fascinates me about his feelings for Jadzia is that even from earlier on, he's clearly a lot more serious about her than I think anybody else realizes. Julian is vulnerable with Jadzia in a way that he isnt with anybody else. for a character who tends to be very private about his vulnerabilities, thats a pretty big deal. where Julian's other moments of openness and vulnerability come from a place of being forced to- see Doctor Bashir, I Presume? when he has that talk with Miles- his vulnerability with Jadzia is typically initiated by himself. he gives her his diaries from medical school, which. I have a lot of feelings about. because even if you remove the context that he probably talks about being augmented in those, since at the time of that episode airing the decision hadn't been made yet to have Julian be augmented, its still a very vulnerable thing to do, because as Jadzia says his diaries contain his fears, insecurities, hopes, dreams, etc. I also think often of when Julian loses that award, and admits to Jadzia that he isnt handling it well. he didnt have to admit to that, but he did. thats a a small moment, but it speaks volumes to his willingness to be open around her, and to me that indicates that even from early on he was very serious about his feelings for her

I think this should've been a big thing in their dynamic. Jadzia realizing that Julian is so open with her when he isnt with others, not even Miles. I think in turn she would've allowed herself some of that same vulnerability and openness. in fact, I think Julian's interest in Jadzia might've helped this. a big complaint I have with a lot of episodes about Jadzia is that they aren't about her, theyre about Dax, or Curzon. a lot of people are more interested in Dax than they are Jadzia, a lot of relationships she has are the relationships Curzon had. Julian, however, is all about Jadzia. he wants to get to know HER, not just the symbiont, not just the legacy of her past lives. I think, seeing that, Jadzia would've reciprocated the vulnerable side he shows her, and been more open with him than she is with others when it comes to herself

this is getting long and rambly but yeah to sum up. they could've had a very good slowburn friends to lovers arc. all they would've had to do was overcome their original perceptions of the other- Julian would need to look past his infatuation, and see Jadzia as a whole person and not just an idea, while Jadzia would need to look past Julian's naivety and see the complex individual- in order to develop a really deep and poignant friendship that could later become a romantic relationship. and the writers kind of do this, in having Julian back off for a bit and focus elsewhere and take the time to develop a pretty solid friendship with the two of them, but they ultimately end up leaning back into Julian's unrequited feelings for her, which could've been interesting imo, but they really only do it to go "she died before he could ever get with her :( so sad :(" which. ive done that rant already so I won't do it again

there is genuine potential within canon for them to have a solid romantic relationship. if they had focused more on Jadzia's feelings and thoughts, rather than on Julian's hopeless pursuit of her, I think they could've honestly pulled it off. there was some solid groundwork for them, but it ultimately doesnt take off. and im fine with that, truly fine with that, because I genuinely do not believe the writers would've done them justice. as is, I like to enjoy my own thoughts and scenarios, and it was fun to write a bunch out. this isnt particularly organized, but I hope you enjoy it, anyways

[90shaladriel]

Writing Interview Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @klynnvakarian !

About Me:

When did you start writing?

In my 30s I definitely made an attempt to write a "novel" and did some world building and a few pages of writing and it didn't go anywhere. Then Late 2022 after Rings of Power season 1 just joining the Haladriel fandom I read so much fic that I thought maybe I could do some as well. Got some encouragement from other haladriel writers (crucial for me)

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?

I love history and science non-fiction. I mostly am writing in the fantasy fan-fiction space, but I do like sci-fi as my first love.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often?

I either consciously or unconsciously imagine I am writing in the voice that Frank Herbert used in the Dune series. Maybe mixed with some George RR Martin and a tinge of Tolkien.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Vast majority of my writing was on an iPad lying in my bed before sleep when no one needs my attention.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I usually write a chapter per month so it's just random thoughts or reminders while reading other fics which inspire me to write a snippet here or there when I have the energy.

The other big muse I've found in recent months was actually listening to or reading Tolkien books: "The Silmarillion", "Beren and Luthien" and "Fall of Gondolin" the beautiful prose and the rich lore just sparks new ideas I want to try to play off of or emulate in my own fics.

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so do they surprise you?

I always like stories of characters that are beaten down, up against the world, maybe a little unappreciated, but not giving up. Even if they cannot win they try their best and work hard. A lot of sadness too. I don't express much of that sadness IRL so that is a bit surprising.

Characters:

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

Tough call - probably the Lady of Light, Galadriel based on the ROP - characterization

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

Hmm, I'm not sure if I would be best friends but I think I would get along with Ereddâz, my Orc OC from A Lord and his Builder.

I think Galadriel would ignore me and Sauron would send me to his dungeons to be a thrall.

Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Melkor from my First Fire in the Void fic

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

I touched on it above, I think I like writing characters that believe they are doing the right thing. I do not like writing characters that are specifically and intentionally bad. Even my villains have plausible motivations or perspectives to justify their actions.

How do you picture your characters?

Most of my writing is currently around the Rings of Power cast and that style.

I am dabbling with non-ROP fics, like First Fire in the Void and there I pictured Mairon based on a lot of fanart that basically draws him like a pretty woman with long red hair lol.

My Writing:

What’s your reason for writing?

A creative outlet. For years and years I would day dream my own stories, going back to when I was a kid, I was also a pretty decent DnD DM making up my own campaigns. I've often had dreams of telling stories by creating video games (I am a software dev professionally) but I usually get stuck on the actual technology side of creating a game and can never get to the creative side. By writing fic, I was able to just get my ideas out there without being held back by the lack of skills in other areas (game dev, art, making a story interactive and still make sense)

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating?

Ive gotten a few amazing comments that say this is their favorite fic and I can't believe it since I just write one of many thousands of fics so I feel honored, and for my WIPs a little pressured, to produce more at that level.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want to write stories other people like, I do think about how can I make a story original in a way no one else does? What's a premise no one else has or could be done differently?

But really I am mostly writing stories that I like?

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I think putting my characters through emotionally charged or traumatic events where they have realistic responses or reactions that I or I think readers might relate to emotionally.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I read other writing and it feels so polished and natural. I often feel like I am "emulating good writing" rather than being a good writer myself. I like my stories and plots but I am not always impressed by the words on the page after writing them. Sometimes I just give up during editing and just post and people seem to like it enough.

When you write are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

AS I was saying I do think about the readers and I'm surely influenced by what I see in the community and what people respond to but every single idea is a kind of "wouldn't this be cool" idea I have myself first and then I judge how much I think other people would also find it to be cool or enjoyable. That part I sometimes guess at or things resonate with others that I didn't expect

No pressure tags!

@eowyn7023 @demonscantgothere @cliffdivingsblog @pursuitseternal @theriverwild

[scoutofmymind]

HI. IT WAS ME. IM THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THAT LITTLE WOMEN BIT OH MY GOD? OH MY GOD???? OH MY GOD... SCOUT?? SCOUTT??? I DONT THINK YOU FULLY GRASP THE CONCEPT OF ME LOVING YOU. ME LOVING YOUR WRITING. ME LOVING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. ME LOVING YOUR MIND. ME LOVING YOUR LOVE FOR LANGUAGE. ME LOVING ALL OF YOU. SCOUT??? NOW... SCOUT LET'S UNPACK...YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH THIS FIC MEANS TO ME. YOU DON'T KNOW. PERIOD. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I CRIED AND BAWLED MY EYES OUT BECAUSE 1) YOU SAW MY MESSAGE AND YOU ACKNOWLEDGED IT YOU ARE SO SWEET 2) YOUR SHEER TALENT AND CREATIVITY 3) YOU GET IT. YOU GOT IT. YOU'VE BEEN GETTING IT. LITERALLY SCOUT OH MY GOD???? EVERYTHING IVE EVER WISHED FOR IN A FANFIC... IT EXISTS?? QUESTION MARK?? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOUR WRITING FOR FREE...?? THIS FEELS ILLEGAL. IT FEELS FELONIOUS HOW I MUCH I TRULY ADORE YOU AND YOUR WRITING. I EXPLODED WITH HAPPINESS OH MY GOD. I WAS GOING TO SEND U A DAILY CHECK IN ANON AND I CAME BACK TO THIS AMAZING WONDERFUL MAGNIFICENT FIC... THAT HORRIFYING BEAUTIFUL PERFECT FANFIC THAT TRULY PULLED OUT EVERY VENTRICLE AND VEIN IN MY BODY AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER AGAIN.. OH MY GOD? OH MY GOD. im actualy freaking out im freaking out SO BAD. OH MY GOD. 1) i want to say that your writing truly is a blessing your words are so powerful the way you depict worlds and themes is incredible and your skills are literally exceeding the definition of "writer" 2) it's amazing how i feel so connected with you through words ??? the way you humanize luigi first of all is touching i love that everything you say and everything you want to relay comes so smoothly in a way that it is real and it makes sense 3) i want to say that u really inspire me to become a better writer im apart of my hs's newspaper and i tell you i just got blown away with motivation and ideas to submit some idea proposals to my editor...

words literally bow to your whim that's what makes u such a great writer i love that you're a human and im a human and the luigi community are humans and we're all humans living in a human world in the same time space i cant imagine living in a world without this piece anymore or this community AT ALL oh my god scout please i wish i could hug you right now im sending a lot of comets and sunshine along your way never stop smiling never stop being you and finding passion and everything romantic in everything i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you

My love!! This is so incredibly sweet. Thank you first and foremost for your support in my writing! I have written many fanfics in my life, and have been apart of many, many fandoms, but I’ve got to say — Lu girlies are like, the best lmao. You genuinely have no idea how much this message means to me! I’ve been writing fic for about 8 years now through different fandoms over time and for awhile I left it, and since starting back up again about a year ago I just can’t express how fulfilling it truly is.

I know that there are certain groups of people who think fanfic or drabble writing is lame or laughable, but truly it’s one of the most rewarding things. It’s an exploration of imagination, and it’s quite literally a service that I very much enjoy giving!

Life is so boring without imagination, and without whimsy and taking a chance — I didn’t have much hope that my little prompt request drabbles would get much traction, but it’s been so very rewarding thus far.

I love writing, and I LOVE little pookies like you who fuel other writers to keep going. Every request, every message sparks new worlds in my mind. These stories would be absolutely nothing without readers like you to catch them, hold them, and ask for more.

You are just the sweetest little peach.

My biggest piece of advice forreal is to get the vocab app on your phone and set a widget on your Lock Screen to change the word every five minutes or so. It’s a great way to learn new words to use in your literature without trying that hard lmao.

I love you, I love you, I love you!!! Please never stop spreading your light, sunshine!!!! ☀️🧡🧡

[many-gay-magpies]

HI MAGPIE for the director’s cut asks tbh i would love to hear you talk about any of your fics that you most want to talk about. but i also need you to know that i’ve reread “Honey, it’s Easier” like three times at this point just because something about that one is getting me and hitting different. they just love each other so much you know????? their tenderness and care for each other and also how viscerally into one another they are in that one captivates me. anyway DIRECTOR’S CUT QUESTION: how do you choose whose pov to write from in a fic (generally) and do you have a preferred one to write? <3

HELLOOOO thank you sm for asking!! I will absolutely talk about Honey, it's Easier because that was SUCH a fun one (knowing you've reread it so much makes me SO happy skdfhkjsdhf, I'm super happy with the reception it's gotten!).

that one started, like a lot of my fics have recently, as a conversation in the payneland party discord server, though I don't remember the exact details of HOW it started-- I think we were just generally talking about, like, the idea of Charles trying to hold back and be respectful/let Edwin adjust meanwhile Edwin is just like. antsy as all hell waiting for CHARLES to be ready because he's been ready to go basically since the beginning. idk, id have to scroll back through the nsfw channel to find the convo, and it was SO long ago and pretty basic as far as details go so it would take forever to find XD. but I remember it was one of those convos where we kept just "yes, and" ing each other and after writing a whole long message that was basically a ficlet in its own right I was just like. im gonna write this actually. and then it ended up being over 8k words long.

the rest of my answers shall be under the cut because this got long af (predictably), and also because the rest of the stuff I have to say about Honey, it's Easier is just. all about sex lmao. anyone reading these answers who is not interested in the horny particulars of several fic sequels and prequels can just skip over the list and go straight to the director's cut question answer <3

dude I have SO MANY IDEAS for more fics in the Honey, it's Easier universe (which I have simply dubbed the Honeyverse in my DBDA fic folder) it's not even funny. I have ideas for a prequel, ideas for several sequel one shots that could condense into a single fic, either one BIG one shot or smth multi chapter... in which case it would be very funny to have the only two multi chapter fics ive ever posted both be payneland smut lmao. anyways the ideas for you:

little prequel fic, describing one of those times Edwin and Charles snogged and then Edwin left in detail. I actually have over 1000 words of this one written, but the spark to write the smutty bit has not arrived yet so it's just sitting there until it bestows itself upon me

sequel, catering to Edwin's desire to see Charles get himself off

sequel, where Charles is like "hey I didn't get to properly blow you last time can I do it again"

sequel where they just kind of luxuriate in not having to STOP anymore. featuring bitey Charles

idk if all of these ideas will get written, or if ANY of them will, as the smut writing spark appears to have dissipated somewhat. but just know I am Thinking About Them

for the director's cut question: generally when it comes to the POV of a fic, I have an idea about whose POV it'll be in right from the start? or, like, the idea itself is kind of intrinsically tied to the POV. with take me under (take me home), I knew off the bat I wanted it to be Edwin POV because the whole premise was Edwin witnessing Charles have a panic attack and calm him down from it. with Honey, it's Easier a lot of the yes, and-ing we'd been doing in the server had been about Edwin's feelings and. ahem. desire, and him showing Charles he was VERY MUCH READY and had been for a while, so it was just natural to write it from his POV. then with to watch you as you wake, the whole thing was meant to be an exploration of Charles's trauma and bone-deep devotion to Edwin.

I have noticed that in instances (at least with DBDA fic) where the idea for the fic isn't so interwoven with whose POV it'll be told in, I kind of lean towards writing Edwin POV (with Payneland works anyway)? I'm still not entirely sure why that is, but 6.5 out of my 10 posted dbda fics are Edwin POV, and even more of my current WIPs are in his POV (for instance, every one of those Honey, it's Easier companion fics so far I'm imagining writing from his POV). maybe it's because I enjoy getting in his head and writing in his super eloquent, long-winded prose? maybe it's because I'm half in love with Charles and really like writing Charles through his eyes? maybe it's because Charles's emotions hurt me to write firsthand? idk but Edwin is my little bestie and I like to write his thoughts very much. OOH OR maybe it's also because it's fun to write how fucking unhinged and horny he is internally knowing Charles is seeing him all prim and proper LMAO (in the case of smut)

anyway THANK YOU so very much for asking and enabling me to go off the shits rambling about one of my little stories!! I enjoyed it greatly and I hope you enjoyed reading all of it <3

end of year director's cut ask game

[harukirai]

Were you kidding when you said that Terra was supposed to have a girlfriend?

No, not exactly, idr cause the last time i fund any articles about ff6 was like 10 years ago now its hard to find stuff now, but my older cousin is a massive ff fan since childhood and he is the one i got most of my info from since whenever there was a new interview or ultimania or book he was the first one to update me even though in this instance it was ten years ago and even he couldnt find this interview anymore but yeah he also remember an interview with kitase about it.

Eiter way the team left it for the player interpetation since terra is one of the few ff protags with no official love interest. Also there was that one half flirt line to celes which set the fandom on fire for awhile back then(also it was a half joke thingy like the barret date wgich i have allot to say about but i dont wanna set the fandom on fire)

Also i think i forgot to mention in my original post but in the end i think she is aro ace/very demi.(in the final cut)

(also this whole controversy happened when the gba version was released cause i think the translation was a bit different from the snes version so it sparked the controversy but as you imagine this was a long ass time ago)

*i played it first on the gba era in english(one of the few ff i played first in english since i couldnt wait a half a year to get the japanese version, also on gba its harder to read kanji since mine wasnt backlit) and my older cousin (played the jp version on ps1&sf&gba- he was the one who got me into final fantasy) so i had a chat with him to confirm this memory and he said he also thought the game implied her being either lesbian or asexual.

Im in midst of replaying the older titles in honor of the pixel remaster(but i play the ps1 versions cause its prettier 👁️👄👁️)

So ill do an update sometime when ill finish(also idk if they re translated the pixel remasters or no so my posts will be faithful to the original)

Also sorry for my bad english i suck at expressing myself via writing in all languages.

But yeah ive sent my cousin on the quest to find this iterview in the deep japanese web so good luck to us😂(i have a very severe adhd so sorry if its all over the place i tried to be the clearest i can)

*edit also- speaking wise my japanese is good enough to play games, but i suck at kanji so if there is no furigana i need to use kanji apps/ dictionarys (im mixed and wasnt born in japan so all my language abilities are through family since i live in a country that theres not many japanese mixed/asian mixed at all)

So when ill get a new pc i would rework the posts again+ gather all the links& translations ( i really wanted to take screenshotsfrom the games and edit translations and do a big post but its still on the way since i cant make it work on my phone properly but yeah its in the works for a while now i was just pissed on the huge backlash 16 got bec it had a gay kiss(idk if online but in local jrpgs groups this shit was everywhere)

So i just took all the notes i was collecting for a while and posted it in a very low quality post but yeah it was a vent post to the void mostly😂

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

you said you had like 31 WIPs in your notes app… do you really think you should be asking for people to send in more thoughts/requests? lol

i don’t know if this was meant to be rude or not and maybe i’m being sensitive, but this is rude.

writing is a really fucking hard hobby and yeah, i do have 31 fic ideas/wips in my notes app, plus probably that many more headcanon asks in my inbox. trust me, i want to write them all, i want to write every fucking idea i’ve ever had!

but i can’t. i don’t have the time or the talent or the motivation to write all of that even though i want to. i work a crazy demanding 8-6 and i have other commitments, but writing is my favorite hobby even though it makes me crazy when i can’t get all the ideas out that i want to!

sometimes the ideas have to sit for a bit before i get to them, sometimes i can’t force myself to write something when im not in the mood for it. the brady fic i just posted - all 10.5k of it - was written in spurts of a couple of weeks. i have fics in various states of completion. i’ve written 13k of a knight brady au this month. i’ve written SO FUCKING MUCH this month. i’ve written 150k in andrei fic since march. and in my mind that’s not enough. i want to write more. i wish i could write more.

sometimes i need to focus on a different idea for a bit and if people send in requests or ideas that may spark something for me. i think i’ve been fairly open about struggling with writing lately and trying to get back into posting regularly, but comments like this just do not help because they remind me of how much i’ve got “outstanding” and how many people have asked for things MONTHS AGO that haven’t been written and it makes me feel awful.

honestly i dont even know if this reply makes sense, i don’t know if anything ive written this month makes sense. i’ve hated 95% of the words i put on paper and im really annoyed that i opened this ask and even bothered to reply to it because i was in the flow for another fic and now im just kind of cranky about writing again.

so. yeah. 😐