#this has been sitting in my drafts for months and im cleaning it

[sakurasnowfall]

hi, Idk if i’m doing This right, but could you please write Some angst that turns into fluff about Reader x anime sanji? reader can be Afab or gender neutral, i don’t mind. You can also choose the scenario, Full control :)

thank You 🤩 and its ok if you don’t get to this, LOVE your writing by the way it’s So beautiful

Hi! As regards to your *Idk if im doing this right* no worries fam, neither do I (your request was perfect, though, so no worries!) 😭

Here is the story. I brain stormed maybe 7 ideas for this starting the night I got this request. It stumped me so freaking bad, and it took a couple weeks to get an...almost complete draft down. I let it sit for way to long, hence why it has been nearly a whole month. So here is what I am gonna do. I just wrote the missing 1/4 of this. I am going to post what it now. I WILL BE GOING BACK TO EDIT THIS AND MAKING IT BETTER. My anxiety was screaming at me to at least put out SOMETHING. So, I hope this is okay FOR NOW. I know it sucks, but I promise eventually I will improve it for you!

Thank you thank you thank you for the compliment!!! Lots of love <3

Tw : Blood, syringe mention, death mentioned

Established relationship, fem reader, and () used as a name placeholder.

Sanji usually loved red. Maroon roses. Vermillion wine. Scarlett sunsets. Ruby hearts. But now? He hated it. He hated it so much. Seeing it, dripping from every spot on her body. Covering her in a sheet of sickening crimson. Imagining what he would give to swap their places was not a thought for the faint of heart. All he could do was watch as Chopper gently cleaned the blood off of her arms and her face. As the tiny doctor wrapped her torso in bandages, her hovered, almost like a ghost with how pale and silent he remained. Ironic...that the chef of the crew himself was the only one who did not eat. Actually, that was not quiet true, as he forced himself a few forkfuls of food, guided by the phantom scolding he heard from () about neglecting his self care. He spent that night in the infirmary with her. Listening to the fragile, feathery breaths that balanced her on the edge of his world and the next. He thought that was the worst sound he would hear that day. This was not the case. Sanji learned that the worst sound was not the sound of her anguished screams. It was not the sound of her painful, labored breaths. He learned it was not the sound of her unconscious cries.

Sanji learned that the worst sound was no sound at all.

No amount of force on the Grandline could be guaranteed success in trying to restrain him. Sanji couldn't see Chopper scrambling to her bedside or hear him shouting. He couldn't hear Luffy's yelling. He couldnt hear Zoros grunts as the swordsman tried in vain to hold the cook down, slamming him to the floor after narrowly avoiding a kick to the head. If he couldn't see Robins powers prop up various instruments for Chopper, then certainly couldn't have seen one of her hands stabbing a syringe into his arm.

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When the cook awoke, it wasn't his head, or his knees - which had been bent underneath his weight - that hurt the most. It was his heart. His ever-bleeding heart, over flowing with the love that gushed and overflowed. How he found the strength to stand, he wasn't sure. But when he did, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. A place that held a bright, white shimmer and a peculiar haze about it, yet for all it's light gave off no warmth. He rubbed the back of his head, turning to better gauge his surroundings. That's when he saw her. Standing, maybe 200 feet away from him. Standing. Almost shimmering, radiant. Alive. If his legs had ever held a purpose other than carrying him to her, they didn't remember, as he sprinted toward her. She was just about to turn to him, when shadow, greater than anything he had ever seen, was summoned forth from the white ground, casting an ugly contrast, dragging whatever twisted world he was in from chilled to ice-cold. Sanji knew what this shadow was. More sure than he had been of almost anything in his life. It wanted her. Maybe it wanted him as well. He had run from it more times than he could count. But there was no running this time.

Rage guided his motions, and his love refined them to a deadly point, spearing the sheer power of his attacks into his opponent's core. If fighting death itself was all that stood between him and his life, then he would gladly fight it. Death wanted his life, and it would not have her. His fire lit it's shadows, extinguishing them, bit by bit, piece by piece. Until there was nothing left but air.

By the time he was done, adrenaline had rewarded him with the energy to run the remaining distance to her. When he reached her, he stopped. He reached out, his hand shaking. "()........" His voice failed him, his hand attempting to make up for his words by softly coming to rest at the side of her face. She had not broken her silence, but he could see her returning to him. Shutting her eyes and leaning into his touch, a few stray teardrops escaping her eyes, his own eyes mirroring the action. Her kissed her softly, hoping to regain his words through his actions. He pulled back after a brief moment, resting his forehead against hers. His hand had now moved to intertwine with hers. When his voice returned to him, in a whisper "let's go home......"

When Sanji woke up, his eyes had hardly opened before he sprang out of bed, scrambling into Chopper's office. He saw () sitting up, awake, eyes locked on him. He paused, before carefully approaching her, perhaps afraid that THIS was the dream.

"Are you.....how are you......feeling? " the blonde came to gently sit on the edge of her bed, carefully reaching out to cup to side of her face. () placed a hand atop his.

"I'm okay." He nodded, a few stray drops of bittersweet relief sliding down his face, quickly whisked away with a small laugh.

[edelgards]

i had a train of thought about saint seiros and catholic canonization and ended up yapping about how rhea's sainthood isn't a symbol of her divinity but is an allegory of her humanity instead.

sainthood in the catholic church is the recognition of people who performed miracles, did acts of goodwill, etc. in the name of god. these individuals are then canonized by the church who acknowledge their good deeds and are now considered as holy people, the closest we—original sin bearers, according to them—get to divinity i guess and a lot of canonized saints were people who weren't the best nor the ones you'd expect to be saint.

in fe3h, of course we know the church was not exactly what we thought it was and such rules might or might not be in the seiros doctrines. seiros is a self declared saint lol yes, it was a ruse but it made me think and compare that situation to catholic canonizations.

rhea was born a divine being, a child of the goddess. she doesn't need to be elevated to sainthood, she IS divine. you don't need to sanctify what is pure from the very beginning. that's like calling an angel a saint or something and implying that a divine entity had been a sinner/impure and is only holy because of canonization which i think, from a religious fanatic pov, is an insult. anyways seiros, however, is called a saint... which i'd like to think implies the opposite of the catholic church's meaning of sainthood.

rhea/seiros' sainthood is a symbol of her humanity.

of her being flawed, her imperfections. everything that happened after zanado was her, a divine being, becoming human. her vengeance, righteous fury, her grief and most of all, her kindness despite all that's happened are what makes her human.

honestly don't know where i'm going with this but i guess you could look at the tragedy being her rebirth? from "holy" to human. her humanity began the second she lost her mother. it spiraled her grief and drove her to vengeance—her war with nemesis and his 10 elites. and then, there's her church. what started out as damage control and a self-preservation driven lie turned into something genuine that allowed her to learn to love the people that killed her own.

her continued service to the people (albeit morally questionable at times i have to admit) is, to me, her continued acceptance of her humanity–whether conscious, not, or figuratively. as opposed to indech and macuil yeeting out of human affairs the moment the war was over, a refusal of their "humanity" and choosing "divinity" instead.

ok, that's all. my point is rhea's humanity is what makes her holy. her ability to be kind after all that she went through is what makes her a saint and that makes me insane sometimes because can you imagine losing your people and you're the only one that knows, surrounded by the mirror image of the people that took your own?? anyways, talking to empty chairs: thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[nishisun]

2. How you met him & how he broke your heart.

A/N: THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS A FLASHBACK! OKAY OKAY SO, YES, THIS IS AN SMAU, BUT ITS GONNA HAVE MORE WRITTEN PARTS 😁

NOTE (2024): this was made over 4+ years ago when i was a beginner writer so the writing is pretty much horrible. but im feel nostalgic and this has been sitting for the drafts for years that i thought, why not post? anways pls enjoy my very mediocre attempt at writing. there’s multiple parts so ill post until there are none anymore

flashback.

On December 21, your parents told you that they were separating. Your father claimed he fell out of love with your mother and already had a family in the US. You were devastated, to say the least. But mostly, you were confused. How could he? How could he do this to you, your sister, and your mother? They seemed so happy together. They never argued, well, not in front of you and your sister at least. They were the perfect couple. You looked up to them. You wanted to have what they had with your future significant other, and now your parents were telling you that they are separating because your father fell out of love?

pitiful.

Your father said he was leaving to go to the states in 6 months. Out of anger, your mother decided it was best to move, without leaving a trace of your father. She called this a clean slate. Moving meant you had to transfer schools. You were a third year, who was now going to be attending Itachiyama Institute, while your younger sister who was still in junior high was attending Okojo Middle School. Still, you couldn’t believe it. Your own father, the person you looked up to the most, was abandoning you, your mother, and your sister. Why weren’t you guys good enough for him? How come it’s so easy for him to leave? It just wasn’t fair.

What is love? Well, there are many ways to interpret the word “love”. When we love someone we experience positive thoughts and experiences with them bur we also experience a deep sense of care and commitment towards that person. Love means to be deeply committed and connected to someone or something. The feeling of love should be mutual with you and your significant other.

You loved Sakusa Kiyoomi. He was your first love.

You remembered the day you met. It was your first day at Itachiyama Institute  and your previous school was Nekoma High. You were the manager for Nekoma’s volleyball team, which meant that you’d go with them to practice camps, games, and you’d stay after school hours to help out, which was why you were so close to Kenma and Kuroo. You met Kenma and Kuroo when you were a first year, you and Kenma were in the same class and you volunteered to be a manager for the volleyball team, which resulted to you becoming bestfriends with Kenma and Kuroo. You both were now finally third years, Kenma was captain of the team after Kuroo left and Kuroo couldn’t have been more proud. At first, Kenma didn’t want to be the captain because he claimed it was “too much work”, but once you and the other team members forced convinced him to try it out, he ended up loving it.

Your first day at Itachiyama was okay, you didn’t talk much, or really make new friends. It was the same old, you’d introduce yourself in front of the class, then they’d greet you and ask you questions on how your previous school was or why you moved. At lunch, you sat outside, alone, until you saw two boys walk in front of you. One was wearing a mask and the other was smiling and waved at you.

“Hello! My name is Komori Motoya and this is my cousin. We have class together, right?” he said as he brought his right arm out, offering to shake yours.

“Oh, um yes, we do! Hi Komori, my name is L/N Y/N.” you said, shaking his hand. Once you both let go you looked at Komori’s cousin who was standing next to him, but was slightly behind him.

“You must be Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?” you said walking towards him. He didn’t say anything, he just nodded while his hands were placed in his pockets.

“Uh, how did you know that?” Komori asked as he chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, I know your name too. I’ve seen you and your team play! You guys are really good.” you explained, Komori shook his head in excitement.

“Oh, really? Are you into volleyball? Do you play?” He asked.

“Well, I’m not really good at it. I used to play in junior high, but I stopped once I got into high school. I love watching the games though! I was the team manager at my previous school.”

“Really? That’s amazing! Our team is looking for a team manager! You should really apply, i’m pretty sure the coach would be happy.” Komori said.

“Oh! Well, that’s great! I’ll check definitely come visit tomorrow after school.” You said as you started to pack your things because lunch was ending soon.

“That’s great y/n!” he said, “Well, we’ll see you around in class.”

“Yeah, bye!” You waved at the two and they waved back.

“Everyone, gather around! Meet the new addition to the managers for the team! The coach said.

“My name is L/N Y/N! I’m new here and I just transferred from Nekoma High!” you said, bowing your head. Some of the teammates were whispering once they heard you mention Nekoma. “I’m hoping to get to know you all better! I’ve seen you guys play before and it’s an honor to be working with you all! you said.

“she talks a lot.” Sakusa thinks, having a bored look on his face and makes a mental note of this.

“Trust me y/n, the pleasure is ours!” the coach chuckles.

You suddenly realize how the gym is full of boys who are basically towering over you and awkwardly laugh back, followed by an awkward silence. You then remembered about the homemade granola you had made for the team, which you had been carrying this whole time.

“Oh! I almost forgot! I made some homemade granola bars to show my gratitude towards you all.” You started to pass the bars out to each team member as they thanked you and praised you for how good the bars tasted. You were making your way to give a bar to the last person who hasn’t received it yet, which was Sakusa Kiyoomi.

He was taller than his other teammates, wearing a mask and it almost seemed as if he was giving you a look of disgust, judging by the way his face was scrunched up. He looked intimidating, but you didn’t want to judge someone off of their looks, so you walked up to him and tried to start a conversation with him.

“Hello, Sakusa! I just wanted to thank you and Komori for coming up to me yesterday. It meant a lot considering the fact that I was new and i’m not very good at making friends-“

“You talk a lot.” Sakusa interrupted, his cousin heard him since he wasn’t that far away from you both and quickly walked up to him.

“Sakusa! It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice and not so upfront all the time!” his cousin said.

“I’m kidding!” sakusa says to his cousin, shaking his head and chuckles, then turns back to you.

“I’m kidding,” He repeats once again, “Sorry that I wasn’t really talking yesterday. I’m not good with people either.” He says and you both laugh. “I’m pretty sure you’re the person i’m supposed to be showing the school around to tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. You don’t really have to if it’s going to-“

“You really do tend to ramble a lot.” he interrupts once again. He won’t tell you, but he finds it cute how flustered you get, you seem so innocent.

“Sorry, it’s a bad habit of mine.” you scratched the back of your head and laughed a bit.

“All right everyone, Time to pack up!” the coach said, getting up from the bench.

“See you tomorrow?” Sakusa says.

“Yep!”

“Bye Y/N!” Komori says as he waved at you. You waved back and started to pack things up and went home.

1 and a half years later.

“Omi, have you seen my shampoo? I left it here at your place and I checked the bathroom and it wasn’t there anymore.” you said as you walked out of his bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel.

“No babe,” Sakusa says, “Just use mine. It isn’t that big of a deal. We can buy you your shampoo once you finish taking a shower if it’s bothering you this much.”

“It’s fine. I was just checking to see if you saw it, it isn’t that big of a deal.” you assured him with a smile.

“Maybe I should join you in the shower?” Sakusa suggested, “saves more water.”

“You’re too much.” you laughed, “let’s go shower!”

You and Sakusa finally graduated high school and decided to take a year break before attending college to spend time together since Sakusa wasn’t planning on going to college. You guys didn’t live together, He had an apartment of his own that was near your house and you’d stay there most of the time. Which meant, more sex.

Of course, it took sakusa some time to be comfortable to have sex with you, but he trusted you a lot. he knew you were clean and you took proper care of yourself

not staying abstinent from sex is something you regret, but are happy that you forgot to take the pill that one day. If you had, you still would’ve been with Sakusa. But since you didn’t, you ended up pregnant and gave birth to the person that makes you the happiest, your daughter.

You remember taking the pregnancy test, your heart dropped.

“fuck. i’m fucked.” you muttered.

Your hands were shaking as you held the pregnancy test, which said “positive” and your fingers were slowly becoming more cold by each passing seconds and your anxiety was getting the best of you.

what is sakusa gonna say? he already said he didn’t want kids. what was your mother going to say? Oh, your mother was going to kill you. Sakusa isn’t gonna like this at all. Maybe he will? Maybe he’ll tell you everything is okay and that he’ll be with you every step of the way. Should you tell Komori to tell him? No. Sakusa won’t believe him and it’ll result in him asking you anyways. Kenma! text Kenma. Then text Akira. They’ll know what to do. Wait! you need to make sure you’re 100% pregnant. This is only one test. there’s no way you’re pregnant.

So you took 2 more test. All of them were positive.

“shitt.” you took a deep breath in and closed your eyes. Tears were threatening to spill and the once appetite you once had was now gone. You were in Sakusa’s apartment bathroom, he had gone to go pick up the food you had ordered for the movie night you and him were planning to have.

You quickly got out of the bathroom and made your way to your phone to call Kenma and tell him. By now you were sobbing.

“Y/n, are you 100% sure you’re pregnant?” he said in a firm voice. He too was trying not to panic.

“Y-yes! I’ve taken like th- three test now!” you said, you were breaking down and it was hard for you to even speak clearly. “Kiyoomi i-is not going to be happy at all. I only missed one day of not t-taking the pill.”

“Y/n, i’m going to need you to breathe for me. You may not believe me now, but everything will be okay. You have to tell him. He will still love you. Isn’t it his baby?” he asked, this annoyed you. Why did he even ask that? obviously it was his. Kenma didn’t mean any harm when he asked you, but you took it to offense.

“O-obviously kozume. Why would you even ask that?” you were pacing around in the living room, trying to calm yourself down. “Kenma he’s here. He just texted me he’s outside and he’s-he’s coming. I’m scared, i don’t know how to handle this.”

“Y/n, please breathe. Everything is going to be okay please calm down, okay? You got this. If you want me to come over I can. Do you still want me to stay on the line?” he asked.

“N-no, I’m fine. Thank you Kenma. I’m gonna hang up now.”

“You’re welcome y/n. I love you.” he said, a smile resting on his face.

“love you too.”

you quickly went back to the bathroom to throw the pregnancy test away and hid it further in the trash so Sakusa wouldn’t find it. You quickly washed your face, so it would look like you weren’t crying and if he asked you why your eyes were so red you’d just say soap got in your eyes. Right when you finished washing your face, Sakusa entered the place, immediately heading to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

“Hey,” he said grabbing the soap next to him and rubbing it with his hands.

“Hey.” you said softly, placing one hand on your opposite arm and walking towards him to embrace him.

“Happy anniversary, I love you so much.” He said, hugging you and burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

“I love you more, Kiyoomi.” you said. He pulled away and stared at your face in mischief and then squinted. 

“You don’t usually call me Kiyoomi unless you’re upset or worried about something. What’s up?”

Shit.

It was a bad habit of yours. When something was bothering you, or when you were upset, you’d usually call Sakusa, Kiyoomi. Usually you’d call him by his nickname, which was Omi.

“It’s nothing, Omi. I’m hungry! Let’s eat!” you say as you tried to hug him again, but he doesn’t budge.

“y/n, come on, i know you.” he says softly, as you both stood in the kitchen. He stares at you for a little longer, tucking the strands of your hair behind your ear, easing your tenseness so you could feel comfortable enough to talk to him and then cupped your cheek. “Talk to me- wait, have you been crying?”

Ugh.

you’re crying again. you’re crying really hard. Sakusa starts to panic at the random burst of tears that are falling at a rapid pace and pulls you in for a tight hug, not caring that you haven’t washed your hands yet.

“hey, hey, y/n shh, it’s okay.” Sakusa says, stroking your hair softly. “baby, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong, please.”

You sob on his chest, he slightly cringes at the thought of your tears wetting his shirt, but he doesnt mention it.

“N-no, I cant. You’ll hate me.” you say, burying your face in his chest. Sakusa lets out a sigh of confusion and continues to stoke your hair.

“I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could do that would make me hate you y/n. I love you, dummy.” he chuckled, you laughed as well and let go of him and wiped your tears. You took a deep breath and then let a out a forced laugh and then faced Sakusa.

“Okay,” You said letting out a sigh, “I’m,”

“you’re?”

“Never mind, I cant do this.” you walked away from him and ran to the bathroom and locked yourself there and started breaking down. Sakusa was quick to follow you, but you locked the door. You were confusing the hell out of him. He thought you were trying to break up with him.

You couldn’t tell him. Not when he had already told you he didn’t want kids. Did you even want kids? Aborting the baby was not an option. Knowing the type of person you are, you’d probably feel too guilty and you didn’t need that guilt following you for the rest of your life.

“Y/n, I understand you may need space right now. Whenever you’re ready please talk to me, I love you.”

Why was he so good to you?

About 30 minutes later, you finally come out from the bathroom and you see Sakusa scrolling through his phone. The food he had ordered was still on the table, probably cold by now.

“Hey,” you said walking up to him and sitting next to him on the couch.

“Hey,” he smiled, “you ready to talk to me now?”

“uh, yeah.” you took a deep breath, and Sakusa patiently waited for you to speak up.

“So, you know how I’m on birth control?” you asked, he cocked his head and furrowed his brows, wondering what birth control had to do with what was bothering you.

“yes..”

“Oh, okay.” you said, you took another deep breath in, then out, then you closed your eyes because you felt tears rushing down again.

“Y/n,” sakusa says softly, You rest your head on his chest once again, and he continues to softly rub your back. “Y/n, you’re scaring me. Are you breaking up with me?”

“No!” you say as you lift your head up to face him. You cup his cheek gently and give him a soft smile. “no, i’m not baby.” You put your hand down and faced forward, while sakusa was staring at you from your side. Sakusa gives a sigh of relief.

“I’m pregnant.” you blurted out.

“what?” he heard you, he just didn’t know if he heard it right.

“Kiyoomi, i’m pregnant. it’s yours.” you’re facing him now, but he looks away. He lets go of the hand that was once holding yours and faces forward.

“Omi, please say something.” you say, you started to get worried and you felt a weird sensation in your stomach as if you were about to throw up.

“Are you sure y/n? Is this some type of prank because if it is-“

“no, it’s not a prank. i’ve taken three test and they were all positive, kiyoomi. i’m pregnant.”

“holy shit.” is all he mutters, he places both of his hands together and they land on his face and the face he was currently making was unreadable. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or upset, but he certainly didn’t seem happy one bit.

“is that seriously all you’re gonna say?” you scoff, he doesn’t look at you, he’s still facing forward.

“take another test,”

“what?”

“take another test,” he repeats, now getting up from the couch and pacing up and down the living room. “you need to take another test.”

“i already told you, i took three and they were all positive-“

“just take another test y/n, damn it!” your eyes widen at his sudden burst of anger, he’s staring at you, boring his eyes onto you and then he quickly looks away and takes a steady breath in. “i need to see this for myself, just take another test, okay?”

you scoff.

you wipe of the tears on your face and you walk to the bathroom rather quickly, sakusa following not far along.

you open another one of the test that you haven’t used yet without saying a word to sakusa, he’s leaning on the bathroom door with the same bored expression he usually has on his face.

once you’ve finished, you wait a few minutes for the test to see it’s results.

positive.

“are you satisfied? or do i need to take another test?” you mutter, sakusa looks at the test that is now placed on this sink, crossing his arms.

“we can’t keep this baby-“

“what? what are you talking about?” you interrupt him. Is he being serious? He doesn’t have a say on what whether you keep the baby or not.

“y/n, think about it!” he explains, walking closer to you, “we’re 18, and i have a career that i’m working hard on and you have college-“

“are you being serious right now, kiyoomi?” you raise your voice and back away from him with a hurt expression on your face.

“Y/n, it wouldn’t be smart to keep this baby. We can’t be parents right now. I’m not ready to be a dad yet,” he’s not raising his voice because he’s trying his hardest to avoid an argument. “I cant- i can’t do this.”

“w-what?” you feel tears forming again. What can’t he do? What is he trying to say? “Kiyoomi, look, I know this is a lot. Trust me it’s a lot for me too! But i’m keeping this baby. It’s our responsibility since we weren’t responsible enough.”

He scoffs at this and shakes his head “we? we weren’t responsible? last time i checked, you were the one who didn’t do your part. all you had to do was take one damn pill. is it seriously that hard?”

He can’t seriously be blaming you right now.

“I’m sorry y/n, but i seriously can’t be a dad. We already said that we’re not having kids. They’re messy, annoying and not to mention, they cause too much stress. You have to abort the baby-“

“I don’t have to do shit,” you interrupt once again, you were crying, you were so upset. This was so unlike kiyoomi. you felt nauseous, and it wasn’t the baby. “And i never said i didn’t want kids, we never even agreed on that, you just said you didn’t want them. What happened to you? Yeah, we’re young, but i’m willing to make that sacrifice. All you’re worried about is your stupid volleyball career. I told you i’m keeping this baby and if you aren’t okay with that, then maybe we should break up!” You were yelling, too caught up in the moment to realize what you had just said, it was a lot for Sakusa to process. It’s only normal that he’d be suprised but it doesn’t mean he had to put all the blame on you. You were already aware it was partly your fault, and now you were willing to own up for your mistakes. Why wasn’t he? He looked at you in shock, then walked back and forth and you kept your eyes on him wondering what he would say next.

“you think so?”

“There’s no point in being together if you don’t want to be in this baby’s life, Kiyoomi. You know this.”

“So what, you’re just gonna let go of what we have that easily?” he asked, everything he was saying was getting on your fucking nerves.

“You think it’s easy, Kiyoomi?” you let out a humorless laugh, “You think it’s easy for me to let you go? You are literally my the love of my fucking life. The first person who made me have butterflies in my stomach when all you’d do is just stare at me. Now that a baby is on the way things are obviously going to be changing and i need to put this baby first before everything and you’re obviously not willing to do that and It hurts- it fucking hurts that you didn’t even assure me that everything was going to be alright. That you’d still love me and be right by my side even though Ive decided that i am keeping the baby. I had to call kenma right before you came and even he said you’d assure me, but you didn’t. I’m not even upset at you for being suprised, but there are better ways to react Kiyoomi, especially in situations like this. You saying you’re not ready to be a dad is okay, but the fact that you aren’t willing to make the sacrifice hurts. So don’t say it’s easy for me when you’re the one that’s letting go.”

By the time you finished speaking, you were choking on your own sobs and you could barely even speak clearly. Sakusa looked like he was on the verge of tears, but he probably didn’t want to cry in front of you. He didn’t say anything either or make eye contact with you either. He just headed to the kitchen and started cleaning out any leftovers that were too old in the fridge. You aren’t even suprised. You see, Sakusa doesn’t like opening up to people. The thought of being so vulnerable and opening up like what you had just did scared Kiyoomi. He wanted to be the one that would cheer you up when something was bothering you but when it came to him, he’d keep his emotions or how he was feeling to himself. It was a bad habit of his but you still loved him and understood that it would take some time. Yes, it does hurt that he didn’t say anything after you literally opened up, but maybe this was how it was supposed to end.

You looked at him with such disbelief. You scoffed and then wore your jacket and shoes and left.

He didn’t chase after you, it’s not like you would listen anyways. All he did was say that he wasn’t ready to be a parent and how you should abort the baby. Did he think you were ready? Because you weren’t. But you were willing to make a sacrifice for this baby of yours. There’s no point in forcing him to become a father if that’s clearly not what he wants. That’s fine though, you know you’d have other people support you, even if it meant that Sakusa wouldn’t be supporting you anymore.

“Goodbye, Kiyoomi.”

[snookienthusi4st]

Okayyyy so I was thinking if you could do a Hobie Brown x Reader with a size kink? Maybe a plot to go with it too? Well maybe: Hobie and reader and college roommates, and they’ve known each other for about 2 or 3 months. But reader realizes that she likes hobie. Idrk what to put after that. All up to you!

im so sorry in advance i had absolutely no idea how to finish this so i might do a second part

it’s js been sitting in my drafts since last month so i decided i might as well just post it now

𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: smut, size k1nk, british

nsfw under the cut

You’re cleaning up your dorm’s kitchen when you hear footsteps padding into the room. You tense up, before turning around and realizing it’s just Hobie. “Hey,” you say, diverting your attention back to organizing the cupboards. “Hey,” he returns, watching you work.

You want to continue the conversation, but you don’t know what else to say, so you just continue putting glasses in the correct shelves. There’s one above that you just barely can’t reach, and you turn back to him, who’s taller and still has the nerve to wear platforms.

“Do you mind getting that for me?” you ask, pointing to the glass, which he immediately takes off the high shelf and hands to you. “Thanks.” “‘S’ no problem.”

You sigh, deflated and having no idea how to make small talk with this man. He scoffs quietly, and says, “Y’ goin’ anywhere t’night, hon?” Your eyes widen at the nickname, and you close the cupboard before replying, “Nothing tonight. You?”

“Ain’t got nothin’ either.”

“You wanna come hang out in my room?” He smirks at your offer. “You tryin’ to get me ‘n bed or somthin’?” he retorts. You blush, embarrassed, earning a chuckle from your roommate. “All jokes, hon. Sounds good to me.”

“Come on, then.” you say snappily, walking to your room as he follows you. He snickers at your frustration, looking at your body sway in the back as you walk. He wanted you bad.

You two come in, and you shut the door before dropping into your bed. Hobie catches a glimpse of your shirt riding up to show off your stomach before you pull it back down. You sit up again. “Hey, Hobs?”

“Hm?”

“I wanna..” you trail off, a bit unsure of yourself, and suddenly he’s right beside you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You want to what? Can’t hear you, hon.” he teases. “I wanna fuck you.” you say, frustrated. Moment you get those four words out, his lips are already devouring yours and you’re moaning into the kiss. He pulls away and aggressively kisses and bites your neck. “Fuck, Hobie,” you breathe out, as he leaves hickies and bite marks as he travels lower down.

“Can I take this off, hon?” he inquires. “Yeah,” you say, and he lifts it up and over your head.

~~

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

kinkotber day 31: monsterfucking!

happy halloween, monsterfuckers!

im very sorry for not posting for five days; i lost my draft for day 26 and just had a really brutal week last week and didnt have it in me to do a lot of re-writing, so i decided to wait and just put all my effort into my choice of prompt for day 31: monster fucking!

ghost and roach are pirates and soap is merfolk; i specifically am imagining him as an oceanic white tip shark because those are my personal favorite sharks and have been since i was like. 11

ALSO: this is actually a scene from an AU i was writing! i'm not sure if this is the idea i'll stick with (also for anyone who reads it my stripper AU is NOT abandoned!!! that will have an update next month!!!!!) since my original idea had the characterization done a little differently, but this was part of what i had gotten written for that draft :) its nothing huge, just a nice lil story for them planned out for a later date. i mention this because if it seems like there isnt a lot of explanation or detail, its because this is just a raunchy scene snipped out of a larger story that has backstory/explanations for whats going on and how they met soap and why theyre on an island etc. but i figured that we could all just enjoy roach and ghost getting some big ol mer-cock for now 😊

i have never written anything like this, so i do hope you like it! and hopefully the length here makes up for all the missed days. enjoy!

read on AO3 | word count: 2645

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the cove was pleasantly shaded and secluded; roach thought it was no wonder the merfolk liked it so much. soap had agreed to show them on what they understood to be the condition of secrecy, even if they had no one to tell.

they'd been on the island for over three weeks now, and were grateful to have come across the merman (even if roach did still feel a twinge of fear every time he saw soaps frighteningly sharp teeth). they had been slightly shocked to have woken up to a surprisingly neat pile of shells and fish during their second week staying on the beach, soap eagerly watching them from the edge of the tide while they carefully approached it. roach had looked between the pile and soap several times, pointing at it and then himself and ghost.

the mer had nodded, watching with wide, expectant eyes to see if his gift would be accepted and slapped his tail excitedly when they started to pick up and examine the food and shells.

"can build a fire to cook them up," ghost had posited. "not a big fan of raw fish myself."

roach had nodded, looking between the fish and soap again. the mer had certainly looked very excited that his offering had been accepted, and roach was worried that there may have been a string or two attached that they weren't aware of.

he was proven at least partially correct a few days later. soap (as they had taken to calling him; he was just so unbelievably clean all the time) had shown them to his favorite cove, continuing to present them with neat little stacks of shells and fish, more insistent now that they eat with him instead of further up near their camp.

presently, they were sitting at the edge of the water in the cove, ghost and roach in just enough that their legs were covered and soap swimming around excitedly, clearly trying to get them to come out deeper to swim with him.

"how do we know you're not trying to lure us to our deaths?" ghost asked him. "been feeding us just to keep us healthy enough to eat?"

soap pulled a very human expression at the accusation, grumpy in a way that said 'oh come on.'

roach chuckled and took ghosts hand, nodding his head towards soap and the deeper water.

ghost raise his eyebrows. "you sure?"

roach nodded. "together."

"can't argue with that." the two of them stood up and started walking towards the now very excited mer, who gave an excited swish of his tail and smiled, baring his many sharp teeth.

they waded out to almost their knees, just to the point where soap could turn and churn up a cloud of sand with his powerful tail.

"alright then, what is it you want from us?" ghost said. roach supposed there was no sense in not being direct; the creature clearly understood human speech even if he wasn't capable of it himself.

soap gave what could only be described as a smirk and turned onto his back, arching slightly up to keep his dorsal fin from digging too hard into the sand.

roach furrowed his brow and cocked his head questioningly.

soap held up a hand and used four of his partially webbed fingers to gesture at them to come closer.

the young pirates looked at each other, grasped each others hands a little tighter, and took three more steps closer until they were on either side of soaps body.

the mer sat up a bit higher and reached both his hands out to both of them in invitation.

roach gave his hand first and with a quick and shockingly strong yank soap was pulling them down to his level in the water. they gasped in turn as he extended a surprisingly long tongue and dragged it up the side of each of their necks and got his hands under their shirts, taking turns licking at their faces and feeling them up.

they were still death gripping each others hands until soap ran a hand all the way up ghost's torso and he arched back, whining and throwing a hand back to keep from toppling over completely.

soap pulled roach closer to his face and let his hand drift down to ghost's crotch, palming at him until ghost jerked back up and gasped.

roach turned to look at him and immediately saw what ghost had felt: a slit had opened in the front of soap's tail and two hard, dripping cocks were standing up tall from it.

they looked back at each other. "i think those were - "

"courtship gifts," roach finished the sentence. "definitely...courtship gifts."

the two of them looked back at soap, who was watching them still touching eagerly. they looked at each other one more time before ghost reached a hand back to carefully grab one of soap's cocks; it pulled a surprisingly low-pitched excited chirp from him.

ghost shifted back closer to them and the tip of soaps tail, putting him out of reach of the mers hands; soap took roach by the hips and started tugging on the waistband of his trousers.

without the faintest idea of what was about to happen, roach hastily complied, pushing his pants down around his ankles. soap smiled broadly at the sight of his cunt and took him by the hips again and seated him over his face so that he was facing where ghost was now working soaps slick cocks with his hand, looking at them like he was strongly considering putting them in his mouth.

roach looked down and his eyes widened seeing soap's razor like teeth so close to his cunt; he let out a reedy whine at the sight. but he quickly forgot his fear when he looked up at ghost and let out a wholly uncontrolled moan as he felt soaps long, ridged tongue slide up between his folds and start licking between his clit and his arsehole.

ghost's mouth fell open at the sight of his lover mounted over the mer's face; soap's tail bucked up against his hand that had unintentionally stopped moving.

he looked back down at soaps cocks and hastily pushed his pants down as roach had, letting them hang off one ankle as he swung a hesitant leg over the mer's strong body.

roach was braced against soap's chest, red marks forming where his nails were biting into his soft skin. he looked up at ghost, eyebrows drawn up and mouth half open, panting while soap fucked his tongue up inside of him, webbed hands gripping his arse cheeks tightly.

ghost couldn't stop himself; he was so turned on by the sight he started rubbing himself along the lower of soap's two dicks, biting his lip and whining at the slickness they seemed to be producing on their own.

watching ghost pleasure himself on soap's impossibly large cock while the mer had him totally full with the length of his tongue had roach rocking back and forth on his mouth until he was cumming hard, gushing around soap's tongue while he tried not to whine too loudly.

ghost moved up on soap until the tip of his lower cock was catching at his entrance, slippery with both soap's and his own slick. he bit down on his lip hard as he lined the tip up with himself and started carefully pushing down onto it.

unable to do more than just stare in awe as ghost stretched himself around one of soap's massive dicks, roach moaned at the sight while soaps tongue slid out of him, giving another long, hard lick from his dick up over his arsehole. he shivered at the sensation, still staring at where soap was disappearing into ghost.

soap kept lapping at his dripping hole; ghost threw his head back as he reached the halfway point, already looking almost unbearably full. roach looked at soap's other neglected, leaking cock and could only think one thing.

he twisted so he could try to make eye contact with soap. "let me...?" he said quietly, nodding towards where ghost was still working himself down.

soap nodded, taking one last lick of roach's slick before letting go of his arse cheeks and letting him up to stumble forward and hastily get himself up to where ghost was.

he quickly got soap's other tip at his entrance and, almost fully chest to chest with ghost, started to work it into himself.

the slide was easy, but roach had never taken anything so big in his life and good god did the stretch burn so sweet. ghost leaned into him while roach sat down on it, throwing his arms around roach's shoulders and panting hard against his neck while roach worked down to the same level he was at.

he had given up trying to control the volume of the sounds he was making, shoving his face into ghost's shoulder and moaning wantonly. the further down roach got the closer his and ghost's bodies got; fuck he was so full it hurt but he wanted more, more of soap, more of ghost, wanted it all -

without warning, soap grabbed his hips and with a sharp flick up of his body, bullied all the way into their cunts. roach almost blacked out, crashing into ghost who in turn was scrabbling at his back so hard roach was sure he was breaking the skin. the two of them clung to each other while soap ran his hands all over roach's hips and back, making deeply satisfied clicks and chirps at finally being fully seated inside them.

roach slowly came back to reality, hardly able to register more than how incredibly over-full he felt until he looked down and saw where ghost's abdomen was bulging out from how deep soap was inside him.

he gave a shaky exhale and rolled his hips almost involuntarily, shouting and clinging harder to ghost when he felt their pussies rub up against each other from being forced so close together.

"FUCK," ghost shouted, scratching at roach's back even harder until roach could feel his skin splitting.

he couldn't stop himself, rolling his hips again to keep soap buried deep in his cunt while letting his and ghosts clits rub against each other. he knew he wasn't going to last, everything felt too good too quickly it was all too much -

ghost pushed back against him and he was gone, ghost kissing up against his open mouth while soap gripped his hips hard to keep him seated and rocking back and forth on him. he struggled to catch his breath, yelping when soap abruptly gave a small swish of his tail and pushed them further out into the water so that he could sit up and properly touch them both, running his hands over ghost's shoulders and gently dragging his sharp nails up his back. ghost arched forward at the touch, pressing his body even closer to roach's. soap gave a quick thrust up to encourage the two of them to start moving again, letting his tongue loll back out to lick the fresh blood off roach's back that was gently dripping out where ghost had scratched him.

ghost started to move first, roach almost paralyzed by the feeling of soaps long tongue dragging across the scratches on his back, but he was quickly shaking and whining through an orgasm. soap reached over roach's shoulder to pull ghost's face up and kiss him, licking deep into his mouth to share roach's taste with him.

roach closed his eyes as the motion sandwiched him tightly between soap and ghost, the small lacerations on his back stinging from the salt water that clung to soaps skin mixed with the pleasure of being stuffed absolutely full and having his and ghost's dicks rubbing up against each other.

he tried to start moving again; soap was throbbing inside of them and clearly dying for more stimulation. the mer let go of ghost's face to resume licking over roach's wounds, and roach took the opportunity to take ghost's face in his hands and kiss him hard, starting to bounce as much as he could manage to on soap's massive cock.

roach whined at just how unbelievably deep soap was, dropping one of his hands to slip it tightly between his and ghost's stomachs until he could feel the bulge from the tip of soap's cock inside ghost.

ghost groaned into roach's mouth, rocking his hips so that he was only just moving up and down on soap's other dick, not straying far from roach's body and letting him keep feeling the bulge in his belly.

roach felt another orgasm coming on too fast; it was all just so much to the point it was almost too overwhelming in a way that made his brain feel fuzzy and pleasure drunk. he let go and let the taut band in his cunt snap; he gripped ghosts hips crushingly tight when he came again, gushing out around soaps cock and trying not to full-on scream at being practically bombarded with pleasurable sensation.

he eventually lost track of how many times he and ghost had gotten off, seemingly endlessly shaking on soap's dicks until the mer himself was starting to get more erratic and insistent with his movements. he let his dangerously sharp teeth rest on roach's shoulder, threatening to take a piece out of him as he moved faster and faster, roach and ghost hardly able to keep themselves sitting upright anymore until soap was suddenly gasping and finishing inside them. the tips of his teeth dug into roach's shoulder just enough to break the skin and roach gasped when he felt soaps cock throb hard inside him, overfilling him with spend enough that it didnt take long until he could feel it leaking out of his and ghost's cunts, still pressed up against each other at the base of soap's cocks.

the three of them were still for a few moments, soap making sure that the two humans didn't collapse off of him into the water as his cocks started to retract back down.

roach stiffened and tried to sit relatively still as soap's cock pulled back, trying not to feel disappointed at how empty his cunt felt now. he looked down and watched an unbelievable amount of cum drip out of his pussy, messy and mixing with the same coming back out of ghost, mixing up further with their and soap's slick to create a a slippery puddle under their cunts.

soap kept his arms around them both for a bit longer, clearly not wanting to let go, until ghost lifted his head and quietly said "we...should probably get back onto land."

roach nodded in agreement, knowing that if they didn't lie down soon they were going to collapse off of soap.

the mer held them a bit tighter for a moment before carefully helping them both back to their feet so that they could try and pull their trousers back up as they hobbled back towards the beach.

soap watched closely as his new mates supported each other back onto the shore, sitting down just at the edge of the high tide. roach looked back at the mer, who was watching them with what he could only think to describe as a loving expression on his face, clearly very pleased with what had transpired.

"should...probably have a bath," he said quietly as ghost leaned heavy into his shoulder.

"yeah," ghost agreed. "give us a bit though, holy shit. never gonna be able to walk straight again."

roach huffed a laugh, knowing that they would be sore trying to make their way to the freshwater pool they'd found for bathing, but that the ache was so, so worth it.

[writtenonreceipts]

Rowaelin Month Day 16 Mob Au @rowaelinscourt

Here is a moodboard of a fic that will likely never see the light of day. Mob/Mafia inspired fic. Random rambles beneath the cut:

im sharing this because i've been sitting on it for a while and i wanna talk about it even if it's just into the void

so originally, i wanted this to be a lysaedion fic, mostly because there aren't many fics about them out there and I wanted to try my hand at it

it was going to be a little darker with lots of death and murder and essentially about two individuals trying to find answers

Aelin is stuck in the Assassin's Guild, her entire life has been devoted to them and she is only alive and only the person she is because of them.

And then one day a new face shows up in town insisting he be let into the Guild. Now, the gang is very secretive, very careful, and they will look for any excuse to kill an outsider. So naturally the new person (rowan) gets the crap beat out of him

Leading to Aelin taking pity on him and the classic "who are you and why would you do this?" convo takes place. resulting in smirks and lies and call outs and the "im looking for someone" "who?" "ill let you know when i find her"

There's a gang war brewing and no one knows when it'll strike and what the catalyst will be: The Valgs have always been silent with the occasional body splayed out on cathedral footsteps, the Bane lurks on the outskirts of the city, only striking near the full moon (someone is very dramatic over there) and then there's the Cadre that is mostly just a myth because they've been quiet for ages now

and then a body shows up one that Aelin knows and she realizes something strange is afoot so she has to team up with rowan (she'll kill him later) to figure out what is happening and then huh look at that feelings

then comes the big reveal of aelin being the daughter of major crime lord Rhoe Galathyinius who really wants his daughter back and someone was supposed to find her and hey look at that, Rowan is looking reeeeeeal awkward

someone dies (fenrys cuz i've always wanted to kill him off and maybe connall too just because), near death experiences, "who did this to you", one bed, cleaning each other's wounds...

there's elorcan and lysaedion in the background

and yeah, i'll never write it probably

mostly because i've got no time and based on how previous long fics have gone, it would flop

chapter one is hidden deep in my docs and is probably one of my favorite scenes i've written in a while

it's been there for a year now but i just never could push past that first part. but it was fun to write

40s vibes, mayyybee 50s, id do some more research if i were to see her off the drafts stage...

[gelenka-daria]

girl save me w a drabble im begging for scraps

so this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while, it's a sequel to this late halloween drabble and i might as well post it

Mairon’s head snaps to the window at the sound of thunder, the frames shiver with every heavy rumble. It’s very nearly morning and the storm is yet to abate. His master is yet to return. He has no qualms about leaving Mairon behind for days, weeks, even months on end, on some rare occasions, when really, they should have gone hunting together.

Mairon misses him, wondering where Melkor’s hunger will lead him tonight.

He goes back to cleaning an urn, a small thing made of stygian marble and intricately inlined with gold that he’d noticed had been gathering dust, one of the many collectibles his master has gathered over the centuries. He wipes it down to perfection, until he can see his reflection in the black alabaster. He puts it back where it belongs and makes way to a wall overspread with weapons of all shapes and sizes, the last thing he’ll be attending to before the sun rises and he retires for the remainder of the day. He’ll dust, tomorrow. He’s got nothing better to do in this still, quiet manor, so might as well.

He’s in the process of polishing a saber when a familiar presence invades his senses. The air grows potent, heavy with the force of his lord’s power, shifting the atmosphere, weighing it down. No matter how long Mairon had served him, he could never quite get used to the magnitude of his master’s strength. 

So soon? 

Its is soon, but Mairon isn’t complaining. He lays the sword down and heads for the door to welcome him. 

He finds him in the hallway, damp with rain and hair sticking to his back as he ascends the steps leading to the second floor, his long coat gone and he’s– Mairon has to do a double take, just in case he’s seeing things. His master is carrying someone, said missing coat wrapped around the person of which he can only glimpse long, fair legs hanging off his master’s right arm. Mairon stands there at the bottom of the staircase, tongue-tied, his mind spiraling with a multitude of questions that he knows better than to give voice to.

He had been in his lord’s service for the better part of a millennia now, and not once had he come back from his outings bearing anything beside relics and recherché treasures, and for all his charm and self-assured demeanor, he had never been overly fond of or ever sought any other’s company, even those of his own kind. 

So, who–

“Mairon.”

Mairon’s body snaps back to attention like someone’s pinched his nerves. “My lord.” 

“Prepare a bath." Comes the order, absent-minded, almost, gaze fastened upon whoever he's carrying.

“At once, my lord.” His master sounds at ease, for the most part, but something in his tone hints at urgency, that Mairon be quick about it and so, like a bat out of hell, he does just that. The bath is drawn apace, and he lays out everything one might need next to the large tub in orderly fashion, fresh wash cloths and smooth stones, soaps and scented oils. Mairon is in the process of reaching out when his master steps into the steaming washroom fully clothed, expecting to be handed the individual tucked close to his master’s chest, hidden away under the dark garment, but the lord ignores him entirely and makes way to the bathtub. 

Mairon stares at his master’s retreating back in wide-eyed confusion. 

The coat falls at his master’s feet, carelessly discarded to the ground as though it doesn’t cost a fortune, sleeping gown follows, pale and thin and equally wet. His master kneels, carefully sinking the person in his arms in the hot liquid, the water splashing gently, some of it spraying his boots as he reaches for a cloth, his other hand cupping a head of long, white hair, fingers working to unravel the tangles there. 

All Mairon can do is stare, at a loss for words. Is… is Melkor going to bathe this person–himself?

Who–

“Leave us.” His master commands abruptly. All Mairon can do is bow as he retreats, shutting the door behind him, his eyes drift to the large window at the end of the hallway, and sees the first light barely cresting the mountains behind the thick burgundy curtains. Water still sloshes behind the door.

Mairon stands outside until the door swings open and Melkor steps out, the person in his arms cocooned in soft towels, hidden away from Mairon’s wondering eyes. His master doesn’t acknowledge him as he walks past, treading through the hallway to his bedchamber. 

Who?

Why?

Mairon cleans what little mess had been left behind, wipes the wooden floor dry and picks up the clothes piled together for washing, later. He’s ready to turn in by then, and he seeks out his own room. 

Yet how he ends up at his lord’s door is a mystery to even himself. 

It’s open, and Mairon observes his master placing a young man, already clad in a lovely shade of blue, into his own bed, moving him with care, his touch attentive as he sits by his side and smoothes an ivory comb through his snowy hair. 

It’s either Melkor does not notice Mairon, or he simply does not care, he would have dismissed him already if he didn’t want him there and so, emboldened by the lack of admonishment, Mairon takes a few steps inside and lays eyes upon the stranger. 

He doesn’t think he has ever perceived something so captivating.

Mairon’s gaze rakes over a shapely face, coral, plump lips and sharp cheekbones, long lashes fanning his cheeks. He watches his master pull the man’s hair to one side once he is done combing through it before he proceeds to braid it, deft fingers weaving through the tresses, threading the long, blue ribbon between the strands.

He lays the long plait down one shoulder once he is done, thumb running over seemingly soft ridges, his other hand tucking a stray lock behind the man’s ear and that’s when Mairon detects the puncture wounds on the man’s pale jugular. He’s unable to keep the shock off his face, this time, his wide eyes taking in the shape of his master’s teeth in this stranger’s neck. A turning bite. 

He has converted this person.

Mairon struggles his way out of this particular bout of disbelief, and he’s had one too many in the past two hours. 

“My lord, wh-” 

“Bewitching, isn’t he?” Melkor says, his clawed finger tracing the man’s pale cheek, gaze intense, the embers in his eyes burning tender and Mairon can’t think of a time when his master ever wore such an expression. Not even for Mairon himself, who had served and loved him unfailingly. What a riveting, hurtful thing to bear witness to. “I have so longed for a worthy companion.” 

A companion. 

It’s happened. 

The haze of confusion disperses and everything makes so much sense, suddenly, that Mairon wonders how he had not picked up on it sooner. 

Melkor has found himself a bride.

Of course.

Of course.

“I have so longed for a worthy companion.”

Did he? Was I not enough?

Mairon stares at him, this cold, lovely thing that is to be everything Mairon wishes he could have been. Immortal as he is, still he never thought he’d live to see this night, because theirs might be a long, lonely existence but Melkor never really cared, never voiced his need for someone special and as much as Mairon strived to be that someone, he never seemed to amount. 

The tightness in his chest prevents him from erupting into joyless laughter.

You’ve no right to feel betrayed, he never promised you anything. Wasn’t it you who clung to him? Weren’t you the one that begged? 

Mairon fights the bitter feeling down, insides warring between wanting to tear that beautiful man to shreds and stealing him away to have him all to himself.

He can’t do either.

“What pleases my master pleases me.” He declares instead, inclining his head to hide away the hurt, the jealousy.

Melkor hums. “Yes, I am very pleased.” His lips stretch into a gratified, serpentine smile, his gleaming fangs poking from under the curve of his mouth. “I see great potential in him.” 

He must have, Marion thinks, to have gone to such lengths. His master doesn't do things by halves, not a matter as critical as this, at least. Turning someone, altering their entire being and putting such power at their disposal is as pivotal a subject as one could possibly be. His eyes do a final sweep over the sleeping form. 

“He is most comely.” He offers, because he should say something, aiming to please as he’d always done, but gets a cautionary glare for his efforts, Melkor’s eyes gleaming a mean red that Mairon doesn’t usually find himself on the receiving end of. He takes a step back and dips his head in atonement for whatever wrong he’d committed, but by then the flicker of hostility had long since passed and his master’s attentions turn back to the figure laid in his bed. 

“Indeed.” He concurs, his voice gone breathless, eyes hazy, enamored with the gem he caught. Melkor does fancy the finer things in life. But this is no passing fancy, and this new addition to their lives has to be strong enough to endure the change. Not everyone makes it through, at the end, he needs to be looked after. 

So it’s no surprise that, after getting up to change out of his wet garment, and sending Mairon away in the process, Melkor stays by his bride’s side. He doesn’t leave his bedroom for a thing, keeps watch over the young man as he goes through his corpse stage, his body going cold and ashen, his mortality creeping out of him in increments as the human in him dies. Then the fever came, making the man’s body softer and more pliable, warmth returning to him, slowly at first, then faster and faster, a sickness that he would never overcome– that holds all of them hostage. 

Mairon brings his master bowel after bowel of ice cold water and clean washcloths, watches as the man sweats and heaves and trembles in his unconsciousness. It looks as unpleasant as it must have felt, and he’s glad he doesn’t remember when he’d gone through these phases. 

Worryingly, the fever persists, and this never bodes well. 

Mairon stands in the shadows and watches his master pace like a caged animal in front of his bed, fists tight at his sides and eyes gone frenzied because this isn’t supposed to happen, his master had been so painstakingly mindful and now his chosen’s body is too still, too weak, too hot to the touch.

“Stop,” Melkor takes the motionless body in his arms and holds it close, holds it tightly, his hands shaking, the first time Mairon’s ever seen him so desperately frightened. “Stop fighting it, Manwë.”

… Manwë. 

By that time the fever finally breaks, his master had been confining himself in his chamber for a fortnight, keeping vigil at Manwë’s bedside. Mairon pretends not to hear his master’s sigh of relief, the tension trickling out of him in red, seismic waves. The worst of it has passed.

Melkor dips Manwë in another bath of cool water to chase away fever residue, then adorns him in new, soft fabrics, lowers him unto crisp clean sheets and lays himself beside him, keen eyes wide open. 

It’s almost over. 

Manwë should be waking up any day now.

–

It’s two nights later, and Mairon is in the process of adjusting a tilted portrait when a long, cracked shriek swells throughout the manor, the frame shivering underneath his frozen hands. 

At last, Manwë is awake.

Newborns tend to be violent when they first come to, hysterical with hunger and oblivious to their own strength, so more often than not, they would be restrained, for their own safety and that of those around them. But Melkor is one of the strongest out there, he could handle this just fine, he certainly doesn’t need Mairon sprinting his way up staircases and through corridors with Manwë’s howls still in his ears, but Mairon can’t help it, he needs to see this. 

The screaming stops just before he reaches the threshold. He expects utter chaos when he walks into the room, and instead finds his master reclined against the headboard, Manwë’s slighter form pulled across his front, his slit wrist offered up for Manwë to sink into, latching on like it's all he knows to do, like his life depends on it. Because it does, Melkor had to be the one to do it, he is his maker, after all.

Melkor’s other hand smoothes down, coming to a rest at the small of Manwë’s back, his temple pressed to the top of Manwë’s head. “Drink, sweetheart,” he says, watching with indulgent, golden eyes as Manwë feeds off him, “‘Til you’ve had your fill.” 

Mairon has to turn his head from the sight, backing away, much as he wants to be a part of it, he's trespassing on something intimate. Vampire couples feeding from each other is cherished, private, personal. And that’s what Melkor and Manwë are to be. This is not something for him, or anyone, to see. 

Despite everything, it feels like a labor of love, in the end.

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

grabbing my brain by the shoulders and shaking it LISTEN TO ME BRAIN look at all the things you have to live for

ceramics from robin!! they are in the mail!! i really want to see them

tshirts! also in the mail! including the one that says 'i do not wish to perish today'!!

i want to reread lockwood and co and write fics about it! there's this one specific au i have in mind

literally nobody could make sense of adira's story if I was unable to keep working on it lol there's just too many notes hidden in my brain and this story's GOOD it has POTENTIAL it just needs a lot of work

same with taira! like i have a reasonably clean draft but it needs editing badly (but i'm waiting until im in a better frame of mind in general bc otherwise i will mess it up with depressed stuff)

i'm halfway through my reread of into the silent planet

i want to see ransom grow up into a full sized cat

i want to work as a fully qualified midwife!

i want to see a nicu!

i want to go back to my previous placement place for my next mid placement bc they were so good last time i loved them sm

i want to regain my friendship with the boy! whether or not that's something that will ultimately work idk but both of us want it it's just awkward rn

amira's world tour this year might include australia i don't know yet and wouldn't it be a shame if i missed seeing her live bc if she comes to anywhere in my country i am gonna do everything i can to get to a concert

the sheet music my friend gave me of the music he wrote for me, i haven't learnt to play that yet!

i have three and a half socks promised to my parents that i haven't knitted yet

i have that fidget to crochet that i bought the pattern for a while back

i want to try crocheting another bracelet in a slightly different style that might work better in terms of sitting on my wrist (the one i have is too loose bc it fits over my hand and then sits weirdly, i want to see if i can improve that)

vaniah's story is so incredibly personal to me i know hopefully without hubris that im the only person who can write that story and it would be a terrible shame if it was uncompleted

all the many many stories i have in my brain that nobody else would understand without context

gonna borrow my brother's graphics tablet! and i have that set of artworks on psalm 23 to finish

and also a bunch of other artworks i haven't finished yet

i haven't watched lockwood and co yet!

nor have i read mistborn!

someday i want to meet up with various online friends

i haven't seen my sister for over three years irl and sometime i want to go to her place of residence overseas so i can see her

gonna go see harry potter and the cursed child sometime next month with two of my brothers

i just really want to go to a concert of some kind maybe later this year or start of next year when the mso has free concerts

i want to learn that whole thing Jesus says in the later parts of john, it has some of my favourite verses in it

i need to finish learning hebrews

i need to read the queen's thief! i have wanted to for ages but i've been tending towards not reading or only comfort reads/rereads lately

i have so many pieces of music to finish writing

i have that double-knitting hat to learn how to knit and then knit

all those cds i have to listen to!

i need to sort through my photographs, a great many i haven't even LOOKED AT yet

i have to pursue diagnosis for adhd! imagine never knowing if i had adhd or not

i want to paint my nails at least once just to see what it's like

[sleepy-achilles]

Shawn & Leon- 2010

Out here posting more drafts, don't mind me.

-----

Leon stares out at the bright lights of the city. His match was over, he was done for the day. And yet something felt...unfulfilled when he got backstage. He rubs his jaw as the sounds of car horns fill his ears.

"Its beautiful isn't it?" A rough voice calls. Leon nods. "Yeah, it is." He admits in a rougher voice. Shawn sits next to him, letting his legs dangle over the edge. "I used to come up here a lot. It was more danger back then" Shawn states. Leon looks at him. "How could it possibly be more unsafe?" Leon asks. "Well I was 80% drugs and 10% drunk with the last percentage being whatever your father fell in love with." Shawn tells him. Leon makes a small ooh noise before looking back at the city. "When did you find this spot? Didn't know any one else knew how to get on top of the arena." Shawn asks.

Leon chuckles. "After Paul slashed my face. Wanted up here for other reasons but when I saw how beautiful the city looked it became a escape for me. Like the hill back home." Leon answers. "It is a good hill" Shawn admits.

The pair sit in silence. Just enjoying the busy city.

"You did good tonight. A handicap match with you and John vs legacy? Went a lot better than I thought it would" Shawn tells him. "Something doesn't feel right. I don't feel fulfilled" Leon tells him. Shawn frowns. "Leon?" Shawn asks. "Yeah?" "Never stop fighting." Shawn tells him. Leon frowns at the older man. "What? I don't think it's that worth it pa." Leon states. "Its worth it. This place can and will be yours, just keep fighting." Shawn tells him. "Whats going on? This is yours. Yours and dad's." Leon states.

Shawn smiles sadly. "Not anymore. After wrestlemania 26, it's all yours" Shawn tells him. Leon's eyes widen. "What? Your retiring? Seriously?" Leon asks. "Im tired Leon. I'm in so much pain every match..if I could, I'd go on for years. But, I don't want to be another hogan or flair. It's your time to shine. Not mine." Shawn tells him. Leon looks down. "Ill still be around. I'll be helping hunter at nxt. I..I just can't do the ring work anymore. Its not worth the pain. I've got nothing left to prove." Shawn explains. "I understand. How's dad taking it?" Leon asks. Shawn stays quiet. Leon finally looks at him. "You haven't told him...he doesn't know" Leon whispers. "Neither does cassie." Shawn adds.

Leon scans his Pas face. He's always been good at that, but today he can't see a thing. "Why? Why me?" Leon asks. "Because you will do what's right. They...they will not." Shawn tells him quietly. Leon looks at the city. "Streak vs career.." Leon whispers, his mind flashing back at the past few months. His Pa never planned on winning. "Dad won't let you lose." Leon speaks up. "Correct." Shawn chuckles. Leon looks at him to see his father staring at him. "What do you need me to do?" Leon asks. Shawn smiles. Of course, Paul's perfect little soldier still lived on in Leon. He always will.

---

Leon walks into the gorilla. "Where have you been?" Cassie asks as her brother stands next to her. "I had a match aswell you know" Leon huffs. "Youve missed most of this. Pa has been trying to upset dad. Why?" Cassie asks. "Why would I know? What's he doing?" Leon asks as hunter walks over. "Mocking him. Pushing him. You know, taking notes from your book" hunter comments. Leon smiles slightly. "Where'd you think I learned it from?" Leon asks. Cassie and hunter look at him before back at the screen. "It doesn't take you long to clean up after a match. What have you been doing all this time?" Hunter asks as shawn grabs at takers legs. "Nothing at all.." Leon mutters, his eyes turning a slight purple as the camera focuses on takers face.

-

Takers vision becomes blurry. "S-stay down!" He yells. He looks at where his husband should be; all he sees is a shadow of a man. This isnt right. He watches as the shadow draws his thumb across his throat. "I will kill them all" the distorted voice growls before slapping taker. Taker growls as a sudden anger takes over him. No one will harm his family.

-

Leon smirks as the purple fades from his eyes. By the time his father is back in reality, he would of pinned Pa.

And Leon and shawn had timed it perfectly. By the time the bell rung, taker was finally waking up.

Leon felt bad about manipulating his father, the same way Paul did to him. But, his Pa is going to suffer if he wins. Leon leans over and turns the tv off. "What did you do?" Cassie asks quietly. "I did what was right. You'll understand that one day." Leon answers her before turning to leave. Cassie grabs his arm. "WHY!" She yells. "Why would you do this?!" She growls. "Its what he wanted" Leon growls pulling his arm free. "And the fact he never came to you about it proves my point" Leon adds. "Not all of us are heartless slaves Leon! I could of helped him!" Cassie barks. Leon just smiles at her. "Of course you could" Leon whispers before walking out.

He leaves just as Taker arrives back. "Where is he?" Taker growls. "Who?" Hunter asks. "Leon. I recognise hallucinations like that a mile away" Taker growls. "Hes not important right now. Shawn and cassie are" hunter snaps. Taker looks to see cassie staring at the exit with teary eyes. "Your right. I'll see to him later." He whispers moving to hug his daughter.

---

Leon stares into the mirror. His eyes shine purple as he examines his scarred face in the mirror. He will always be that monster Paul made him to be. He will...he will never be seen as human. His eyes shift from his face to the figure behind him. Leon let's a small smile grow on his face as the lights turn out.

Leon wouldn't be seen again until a few months later.

[lizzieblabbers]

octobery bery long ????

so remember the vacation entry i promised to post?? well... in my defense, tho, life came in the way and i had to prioritize urgent big girl stuff so i really had no time to sit down in front of my laptop and recall all my province memories

but it's sitting sa drafts na, will not set a date anymore, it'll just... be up

so anyway

october was so long wtf hHASDHADHA

tODAY'S THE TENTH AND I FINALLY FOUND THE WORDS EHEHEHEH (see cleaning is the key)

so, october, to put it simply, is challenging yet rewarding. (big words from a big girl lyke me 8D *winks*

as i've mentioned in my previous post, i hadn't really had much time to kool down from the province high because i needed to be the adult that i am as soon as i arrived. it did not help that the professors had already started discussions and of course with those are activities with deadlines that were sooner than i had expected.

now, i really meant it when i said that october was sooooooo looong. or was it because i had too much on my plate that i barely had the time to rest and let time pass by? either way, it was the longest month i had this year because a lot was going on.

first week of october, i had to go somewhere, ALONE, without any idea of what am i gonna do there.

OKAY I HAVE TO STOP HERE its ten pm and i am fucking sleepy (yeah it be like that sometimes) im gonna continue this tomorrow

hi today's the day after tomorrow and wtf am i doing with my life

i have decided not to pursue the vacation post because i felt like i have already said enough about it in my previous entries (albeit trying to tone it down for, well, the said separate entry) and i think it would just be redundant??? idk, im messed up like that

ANYWAY OCTOBER

so much has happened this past month that i can't really keep track of everything. october taught me a lot of lessons which i guess i can generally apply to all aspects of my life.

for one, it taught me that life isn't and will never be black and white. there are tons of gray areas existing that we should maybe look at and examine its relevance and how it affects each of us. not saying we should always justify everything, but you know... it wouldn't hurt to have another approach to life

anyhoo why am i getting all wisdom-y word-y here, im not that smart

my october mainly revolved on school and adulting responsibilities, alongside some realizations. as for school, it took me a while to adjust to the new academic year because there has been a lot of necessary changes for a less-stressful semester but all in all i'm fine now and already on the process of hooking myself back up to how i was before the vacay.

as for adulting responsibilities, well... october 2023 is when i first received a salary for doing something!!! yay :D immediately put it in a savings account and stopped myself from buying unnecessary stuff because i really want to practice this until i already have a job (FUCK THIS ADULT THING IS GETTING REALER ANY MINUTE) and as much as possible, save save save because i know im gonna need a lot if i want to sleep peacefully at night

guess that's the highlight of my month? won't dwell too much on the negative shits because (1) i can't really remember them aotm, and (2) i don't want to remember them anymore

in case of a relapse, however, i would definitely head straight here and let out everything i think about

THAT'S IT FOR OCTOBER, THANK YEW

bubhyYEE

[eldritchmochi]

listen, when i am not actively dying for this or that reason, i average about 1800 words a day written in about an hour, five days a week. i generally write pretty exclusively during my lunch hour, tho sometimes if im really gripped by a scene or a section, i can tack on upwards of 10+k in that calendar week if i write after work or on the weekends

this is not a flex, this is what shooting for the stars gets you if youre persistent enough. ive been writing more and more consistently for eeh fifteenish years? and for a long time i struggled to get the output i felt i "should" have because no one tells you how to get there. nano is fucking *hard* and i only achieved it my first time because i was stuck at home on medical leave, but 50k by months end doesnt have to be your goal. half of nano's point is to build the habit of *consistency*, half of it is to encourage you get words *out* even if theyre bad, and half of it is to teach you how to pace yourself

i only really write on my lunch break because thats all i need. in those five-ish hours a week, i pretty consistently churn out somewhere near 10k. i take the weekends off to clean my house and run errands and edit. eight years ago (jfc has it really been so long) i got guud at typing on a tablet by writing on the bus during my 2ish hr commute to work. i didnt have a data plan and had nothing better to do, and it was a fucking *struggle*, but 80 words in a trip turned into 100 words turned into 200 words, until i was pretty consistently managing 600-800 in the hourish of usable time

every day

and *then* it occured to me that, ya kno, maybe i *could* nano (and i did, tho the stars were aligned that first time)

so maybe nano is about sitting down every day and writing *period*, no matter if its one word or one thousand. maybe its spending your first 15 each work day with your doc open on your phone and however many words happen, happen. maybe a 50k first draft is a breeze but you fucking *hate* doing the second draft, so you spend the month doing that. maybe you want to get better at short self contained stories, or research, or outlining

nano seems so incredibly hard for most folks because the established (suggested!!) goal is halfway to the stratosphere and theyre starting at the ground, but friends, there are many ways to fly and once youre in orbit, theres so many stars to see

It's so strange to watch people writing 1,500 words a day feel all dejected that they're failing to meet par. I go for months dreaming of a writing day like that. You're doing amazingly well.

[hyperfixatinglove]

Alive!Charlie AU

Summary: I wasn’t expecting to be greeted by a small child in Murphy’s apartment

@giranswife @heart-stealer-hope @nyandereneko @self-shipping-angel

“Dad? There’s some woman by the door!”

I blinked. The person who met me by the door wasn’t the brown haired sulking man I knew, but a little boy. Little boy with his hair and eyes. His head was slightly turned back to the apartment, waiting for an answer.

I kept my eyes on the boy as I heard Murphy’s voice inside; beckoning for the boy to let me in. He did, but first stared me up and down, measuring me. My hands tightened around the strap of my backpack. 

“Well, if dad says you can come..” the boy muttered and turned away, walking to the right where the kitchen was. Meekly I stepped in and hanged my coat in daze. Still gripping the strap, I peeked towards the kitchen. The same boy was searching for snacks; clearly in the know where everything was kept.

Suddenly he yelled for Murphy. Asking where’s the juice. He gave the answer in gentle tone. Boy was back scouting the kitchen, either purposely avoiding me or too deep in his little task to take notice.

I glanced around the place, noticing little things telling the presence of the boy in here. Hand-held console by the sofa, open backpack with stuffed animal peeking out.. Clearly this boy was used to this.

Awkwardly I sat by the sofa, twirling one bang of my hair. Nervously glancing towards the kitchen, where the hustle and bustle was coming from.

Sooner than I had time to prepare, the boy emerged from the little kitchen. His arms full of snacks. His steps were unsure and I could make out his forehead from behind the pile.

I rose up before I knew it and spoke out: “Can I help you with those? You took bit much.”

“I’m alright. But if you want to, you can bring the juice.” The boy said, bit evasive. I couldn’t see his expression, but it was evident he was on his guard around me.

“Don’t slip on the carpet.” I instictively snarked as I went to the kitchen to grab the said juice. It was only juice for Charlie it seemed, though mine was soda, not so different from his. Murphy was the only one with drink for adults.

“So, what are we watching?” I asked as I set them by the couch table.

“I dunno. Dad was we would wait for you.” The boy said, sounding bored this time as he scrolled through netflix. I sat down bit away from him as he clearly didn’t want me close.

“Well, what do you like?” I gently pressed on.

The boy shrugged. “Horror.” 

I fake gasped and muttered a over-shocked; “No way.”

“Yeah and I sell drugs out of my backpack.” 

I surpressed a chuckle, as the boy was clearly joking, trying to rile me up on purpose. Thankfully, I’ve had a good teacher in the art of poking fun.

“Oh good, you can help with tax evasion.” 

His eyes turned to mine with genuine shock. My face most likely showed my pride in outwitting him.

Murphy’s footsteps made his presence known. With a chuckle he asked: “Who said something about tax evasion?”

“Your son has a knack for snark, Murph.” I answered with a chuckle.

“I have a name.”

“Which I haven’t heard.”

Murphy rose on eyebrow at the boy, who rolled his eyes dramatically and merely said one thing: Charlie.

I snorted and introduced myself in kind. The boy - Charlie I told myself in effort to memorize a new name - remarked how different it was from names he had heard in his little life.

“I’m not around these parts Charlie, I’m not from America.” I explained, gentler this time as his attitude had.. softened a tiny bit.

He had a lot to ask. Why was I here, who I am, am I going to replace his mother. Murphy allowed us to talk, sitting by the boy’s old seat as he had scooted closer to me.

“I’m not replacing your mother Charlie. Think of me as more of a big sister.” 

“Okay. A big sister that likes my dad a lot.” 

[reggieservices]

Modern!Bowers Gang hdc

 Ooo I got a couple >:) 

~ Henry is the gym rat kid.

~ I’m sorry I dont make the rules

~ All he ever talks about is the gym

~ He hits new prs almost every week

~ Mans is on enough Pre-workout to kill an adult Blue Whale

~ Pulls up to school every morning with an arm full of energy drinks and 3 dry scoops of pre

~ SERIOUS caffeine tolerance

~ Also he forgets his  backpack at least 4 times a month

~ He’s so unorganized 

~ No folders, No binders, just a broken backpack and vibes

~ Vic is a serious organizer 

~ EVERYTHING has to be in a corresponding folder and colour 

~ Also has really nice stationary and handwriting?? always writes the best cards for Christmas and birthdays

~ He LIVES by the clean girl aesthetic

~ Always drinks homemade fruit smoothies ( which are baller)

~ BEST. SKINCARE. ROUTINE. EVERRR this man has so many products oml

~ Irons his clothes every night before school so he can look like a distinguished gentleman

~ He wears nice cologne everyday

~ Gets dudes and chicks alike fawning around him

 ~ Patrick. oh dear. Patrick

~ Well, He’s that kid. 

~ The kid at parties that jumps off the roof into a swimming pool for a beer

~ The kid that brings a live duck into school for senior prank day

~ He also always asks for food and drinks

~ Patrick: *sees someone eating* Ayo can I get a bite? 

~ Also Patrick when someone asks for food: Fuck off bitch

~ The boy is a menace to society and nothing can change that

~ Also did you guys have that kid that knew alot about WWI and WWII? Just me? Okay. Well, Patrick would tell anyone who sat down next to him about The Battle of Midway he doesnt care about what you were saying

~ Reggie is the mom of the school

~ Literally

~ He will listen to anyone talk abt boy or girl problems, how they hate their parents, really about anything

~ So many snacks in his backpack. You need a pick me up? Caffeinated peanuts. forgot your lunch? Good thing my boy has a sandwich for you. His backpack is filled to the brim with supplies for any situation. Pain killers, band aids, pliers, screwdrivers, you name it, Reggie’s got it. 

~ He tries stopping Patrick from doing dumb shit ( spoiler alert, it doesn't work that often) 

~ He and Vic are the only two of the group that actually take school seriously, they want good jobs 

~ also the gang gets together every Friday after school to tv and spend the night at someones house

~ Most likely Vic’s because mans got $$$

~ Reggie is still the designated driver

~ He doesnt mind tho, he just sits back and sips his caprisuns

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Okay okay thank you sm for asking, I love this. Thanks everyone for sending in requests. sorry its been taking a while, but I have a couple drafts im working on!!! 

Bye have a good day love you all <3

[endeaavorr]

papa!enji fucking her pretty girl in her kimono hc tw : incest

it’s your day off tomorrow, and as usual you’re going home to spend it taking care of your papa.

on your way home you stopped by a store to buy some ingredients for dinner.

papa!enji has a good high calorie balanced diet

when you arrive at home the maid has cleaned the house per your request and has went home, so you make your way to the kitchen to start prepping.

tonight you’re making gyudon, vegetable sukiyaki, seared gyoza for the side dish, and red bean based dessert.

additional from your black flame, your quirk is somehow able to sense the presence of other flame based quirk user so you can tell when papa is close.

and like how he likes it, you dress in one of the expensive hand made silk kimonos he buys you and wait on your knees by the door.

when he opens the door you’re just so excited you almost went into your puppy headspace :((

but papa looks tired and you’re determined to be his good girl.

he mutters an unpromptly deep tadaima and sits next to you to take off his shoes.

papa usually takes it off with his feet so papa must be extra tired today :(

you hurry and try to take off his shoes for him instead.

your pretty delicate hands swiftly untying the laces, your loose strain of baby hair falling to your face, and you just look so beautiful.

papa!enji is just so fucking whipped

he puts his large calloused palm on the side of your head, his thumb tugging your hair back, careful not to hurt your soft face.

he mutters a thank you

and you just reply him with an eye smile and an okaeri, papa.

damn enji felt like his heart almost stopped

“papa, do you want to bathe first ? i’ll get the water running for you.”

“it’s okay, i’ll go help myself, you go and finish dinner.”

you dismissed yourself to the kitchen with a slight bow and it tugs all the right places at his heart because fuck enji todoroki is whipped.

the dinner was quiet, it’s one of enji’s traditional mannerism mandatories that he still keep.

you’re seperated about 1.5 meters apart by the table and you can’t help but steal little glances at papa, you just miss him so much !!

enji finishes first but as he rises from the cushion you hurry to his side and take his dish from his hands.

“it’s okay papa, i got it.” your hand accidentally brushes against his.

his eyes find yours and you can feel your heart drop at his dim eyes.

he’s always like this, since he tried to fix your family, he has always been so grim and sad.

of course he’d still pull off his usual intimidating manner, he’s the number one hero after all, he’s got an image to keep and a profile to maintain.

but you know better, you always do.

even since you were young, you had always been his best girl, even when he’d spend most of his time at the agency and the little free day he has with your youngest brother, you never complain.

you’d even take another step and comfort your brothers.

and when he built a house far away, meant for your mother, natsuo, shoto, and you.

you almost wailed at the spot.

if someone’s gonna take you away from him, they’d have to pry your stiff lifeless body from death’s cold wrinkled hands.

it’s been a year but you can tell he still thinks you’re better of without him.

and you’re even more determined to prove that you’re always staying, even if you have stop by death’s door and get a loan.

he presses a soft kiss on the top of your head and walks to the living room to go sit on the couch and switch through news channels until he falls asleep on the couch and you’d have to spend ten minutes trying to get him to move to the futon you laid for him.

you wonder what happens on days when you’re not home, does he let himself sleep here until the morning comes ? doesn’t his back strain ? is that why he always seem to move uncomfortably at his office chair ?

you finish the dishes and still see he’s slumped at the sofa.

“papa, can i pour you a drink ?

he looks at your direction and answers a short “sure, come drink with me.”

you came back shortly with a tray of two ceramic cups and a cerafe filled with chilled sake.

he sits on the tatami crossing his leg below the table.

you sit on your knees and pour him his first glass. he motions to pour a glass for you too but you gently pulled the cerafe away.

“it’s okay papa, i’m taking care of you tonight.”

he sighs at your sight and finishes his glass.

“you always have, you always do.”

this continued for three more glasses and you can see he’s starting to heat up by the tint on his cheeks.

you originally hoped the alcohol will help him relax a bit, but rather he seem to be in more distress he looks like he’s about to cry, he never cries.

he prompts his elbows on the table and burries his face in his hands, confirming your earlier concern.

you’re basically entering panic mode..papa is in distress.. what to do what to do

your body moved before you knew it and crawled on the gap between his abdomen and the table side, your legs now straddling his thighs, you upper body forcing itself through his folded arms making their ways to his neck.

you can feel your cheeks heat up at the contact against his nape, it’s hot, he’s burning up.

his strong arms are now fully engulfing you, desperate to find a grip.

“it’s okay papa, i’m here.”

you pet the undercut above his nape lovingly, murmuring sweet little i’m here, i’m here and stay like that for a moment.

he pulls himself from your embrace for a bit, and you hold his face, his eyes are red yet dull at the same time.

oh how you wish you can protect him from all the harm of the world,

and how he silently wishes just the same.

this has been on my draft for months im to lazy to edit but it’s to good to delete shdhshh enjoy

[parkspears]

Focus on me, f-f-f-focus on me!

[ellitx]

I know this is mostly a venti blog but will you write for albedo again? would love to see more of him with your writing.. oh also I hope this doesn't come off as pushy haha I was just wondering

I did made a snippet of another albedo x reader and the draft is sitting here for months now ajskks

It has 1.7k words and albedo still hasnt appeared yet orz so uhm, here ya go even tho its not yet finished im sorryy

This looks like aether x reader at the start

            The soft clouds of Mondstadt were a wonderful sight to see. Hues of white and blues scattered across the horizon, making it seem like a smudge of a paintbrush, beautifully painted on the canvas. 

            You were wandering at the town square of Mond, mindlessly checking the shops that will ever catch your interest. You passed by Marjorie’s souvenir shop, boring. Checking Timaeus’s alchemy, yeah you’ve already learned a lot, no need to go back there. 

            Unfortunately, there was none at all.

            A tired sigh slipped from your lips and furrowed your brows. There was nothing to do and you’ve already done all your tasks. Klee was still stuck in her confinement, so you can’t play with her today.

            What a bummer…

            Another sigh came and your stomach released a sound hungry grumbling. You squirmed and wrapped your arms around your waist to silence the noise. Walking around the town made you starve for sure. 

            You noticed a lot of people have been crowding at Sara’s restaurant. Was there an event or something? You shrugged your shoulders to brush those thoughts off, more focused on getting food than the commotion that is happening in front of you.

            “Excuse me—“

            “Please, traveler!! I’ll give you a meal for free!”

            Your brows raised in surprise seeing the Honorary Knight was here. “Ooh, free meal?! Traveler, say yes! Say yes!!” His floating companion, Paimon, exclaimed whilst floating around and wiggled her little legs in excitement. “F-fine… we can’t say no to a free food.”

            Aether placed his hand on his hair and ruffled it with a sigh of defeat. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you waving at him.

           “[Name]!” You approached them and gave a big grin. “Hey! Didn’t know you’re already back here in Mondstadt.”

            He chuckled and rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, we just recently arrived.” Before you could respond, Sara called out your name. “[Name]! Perfect timing, I also need your help.” 

            You tipped your head and hummed. “Sure. Is it another delivery?” The waitress shook her head and jutted her thumb behind her. “Lots of customers are coming and we need you two to give these orders on their table.”

            Your eye twitched and squinted at her in wariness. “I don’t mind but please don’t tell me I still have to wear that uniform.” 

            “Even though it’s a must, there's no need to. There's not enough time to change. Just give these meals to their respective tables.” She clasped her hands in front in a begging manner. Breathing in relief, you went to the counter to take the plates and set off to serve them.

            “You owe me a free Flaming Red Bolognese!” The outlander chuckled at your words and mimicked your action, ready to do the task.

            The duty actually went smoothly than you thought it would be. With Aether helping you out, it was fast and steady but with a few slips here and there. Just as you were already done, another pack of customers came rushing in.

            “Woah!! [Name] really is the waitress again in Good Hunter~!” 

            “Hey! First come, first serve!! And no skipping lines!”

            You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned your head. This is bad. Really bad.

            Your throat bobbed seeing lots of customers gathering in the diner. Then you slapped both sides of your to shake off the nervousness. Paimon glanced at you and floated over. “Woah, lots of people came. Shouldn’t you two handle it?”

            Aether seemed like he was about to pass out from exhaustion and hunger. “I…I just want something to eat…” Head clouded and hazy, he unknowingly grabbed the emergency ration by her legs and opened his mouth ready to take a bite to get rid of his starvation. It surprised her as she wriggled out from his grasp and stomped her foot in the air.

            “Get a hold of yourself! Sticky Honey Roast is almost there waiting for you!”

            “Huh?! Says the one who just floats around and does nothing to help!”

           This is going to be a long day.

  —

             “Good work, everyone!” Sara clapped and wiped her head to remove the sweat that was slipping on the side of her head. The waitress then put out a meat dish coated with sweet honey sauce. The fragrant of the freshly cooked dish wafted through their noses making them drool.

            “Finally!!” Aether cried and took a big munch of Good Hunter’s beloved dish. 

            “And here’s your Flaming Red Bolognese, [Name]. They’re freshly cooked, so eat it while it’s still hot.” She winked and gave you a fork. You thanked Sara and twirled the spaghetti with your fork, letting its long noodles snake around it.

            “Ah, by the way, I have another request for you.” You quirked a brow at her as you chew your food, signing her to continue. “A client asked me to prepare a banquet and since we’re currently low on staff, do you mind if you do the baking?”

            You grabbed a napkin and wiped the red stains on your lips. Her request made you raise a question though. Why you and not someone who’s good at baking? Well, you can bake too but at an approaching proficiency level only. 

            The first person who came to your mind was Noelle. She can do everything perfectly well with ease. However, she seems so busy lately, so asking her to do it will make you feel bad and you don’t want to add another task to her hands.

            And the other one is…

             I-I don’t know anyone else who can bake…! 

             You can also ask Aether but you don’t want to trouble him any further especially since he just arrived here. You've already lost count of how many sighs escaped from you. Well, it’s better to help a friend who’s in trouble than just leaving them there struggling.

            “Sure, but why me?” You asked. Her lips curved and grinned at you as her eyes gleamed like the stars at night. “Your Moon Pie was so heavenly! When I took a bite of it, all the taste came to me at once. And the meringue was perfect! Not too sweet and not too bland.”

            “I would do anything to have another plate of it…” She placed her hands on her cheeks as she whined, drooling just thinking about the said pastry. 

            “So what kind of pastries am I going to bake? I hope it’s not too many.”  Sara propped her elbows on the counter and leaned forward. “Just a cake that’s all.” She then waved her hand, motioning you to come closer.

            Aether looked at them who are whispering to each other. He saw your face turned beet red and before puffing up your cheeks and playfully slapping her arms. Whatever their chat was, he shouldn’t bother wanting to know it.

            Food is here. Food is free, must eat it. Yes, only these thoughts must be inside his head. He continued relishing the delicious meal with Paimon across gnawing the plate clean.

  —

             “Flour, check. Eggs, check. Milk, check. Now all I need is… strawberries!” You were currently shopping for ingredients in Blanche’s shop. Your eyes scanned the racks, looking for a pack of that delicate pink fruit. With the continuous search for the red fruit up and down the shop, you're starting to lose hope at no signs of sight of that sweet berry.

            Did they run out of stock?

            You went towards the shop owner and asked. Sadly, she said yes, much to your dismay. 

            “There might be fresh strawberries in Springvale. You should ask there. Or—” Blanche suddenly smirked, making you feel unease about what’s behind that mischievous smile of hers.

            “You could ask Albedo to grow one for you. He can easily grow out those with just his alchemic powers or something.” Huh, it can be. You closed your eyes and give a thought about it. 

            “Albedo? I mean yeah, but he’s busy right now.”

            “Eh? But he’s right behind you.”

            The mention of the said male standing behind you made you immediately whirled your head in excitement. You feel delighted knowing about it, but rather expecting to see his figure there, you see nothing. No one and not a thing was there. Only air greeted you. 

            The shopkeeper snorted and covered her mouth to hold her laughter as small tears started to create from the edge of her eyes. You can’t believe she just did that. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment that Blanche just tricked you into thinking the Chief Alchemist was really there.

            “S-sorry sorry.” She said in between her giggles and shook her hand. You grumbled and took out a pouch of mora to pay for the ingredients and shoving it into her hands.

            “Keep the change.”

            And with that, you marched your way off to Springvale with your face still flushed. Blanche looked over to the waitress of Good Hunter and gave her a thumbs up with that impish grin still glued to her face.

i have to cut it off here since its not finished yet. It’s just klee and reader are baking. idk what happened to my motivation in writing for albedo ;; but if you read the snippet you can get the whole idea of this oneshot