#tiny bit of angst

[kotoku]

hellooo, sunday and aventurine comforting teen!reader who is crying?

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴇɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ

pairings - sunday & teen! reader / aventurine & teen! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ teen! reader/ platonic relationships/ familial relationships/ angst with comfort/ crying! reader

warnings - just teeny angst

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ When Sunday sees you crying, he immediately goes to comfort you

↺ Kneeling next to you or sitting beside you and rubbing your back comfortingly, letting you cry and ramble to him about whatever had made you so upset

↺ Depending on the reason, he might be livid or deeply sad for you, but he’d never show it as he wants to focus on you 

↻ He’d be very quiet, opting to listen to you first before asking if you wanted any advice or help

↺ If you want his advice/help, he’d gladly lend you a helping hand and offer some recommendations, if you just want him to listen, he’d stay by your side and offer a box of tissues here and there

↻ When you have finished crying, he’d wipe away any stray tears and provide some more tissues for your nose

↻ I can imagine his voice being very soothing, basically lulling you to sleep because crying had exhausted you

↻ Once you had fallen asleep, he’d tuck you into bed and leave more tissues by your bedside, either that or on a nearby table if you fell asleep on a couch

↺ No matter where you are, Sunday will make sure to stay by your side to assure your safety and security until he deems it is safe enough to leave

↻ Your state is much more important to him than business matters; postponing any meetings and calls to make sure you’re okay

↺ Of course, he won’t neglect his duties and will get back to them at a later time (with a notification in advance)

↻ If someone was the cause of your distress, he’d happily deal with them personally, the anger in him masked by a calm and professional persona (we’ve seen his manipulative side)

↻ All in all, Sunday would be a great person to confide in if you are feeling upset about something (lending an ear, always making sure to have tissues or a handkerchief on him, giving optimal advice…)

↻ Aventurine would have a bit of a hard time comforting you through your emotions, but he's trying his best !!

↺ He’s not as good at confronting his own emotions and chooses to not let them show, but he’d rather you openly express yourself than keep it in

↻ His way of comforting you would be listening to you talk or letting you cry, and then he’d love to take you on a shopping spree afterward to help cheer you up

↺ Aventurine taking you to a diner to get food, him taking you clothes shopping, doing something fun, etc..

↺ Even if you persisted that you were fine and didn’t need him spending his money on you, he’d do it anyway

↻ I can imagine him struggling with being sincere or genuine, but he’d try his best to give you thoughtful advice and recommendations (he might have a hard time coming up with advice depending on the situation)

↻ Aventurine awkwardly hugging you if you went straight to hugging him lol, he’s caught off guard

↺ He’d probably awkwardly pat/rub your back too 

↻ He’d hand you a handkerchief that he keeps on him to help dry your tears or snot (holding it away from himself after taking it back from you, he probably discards it somewhere)

↺ Aventurine would get you anything that you need at the moment; ice cream, tissues, etc.. 

↻ Like Sunday, depending on the reason that caused you to be so upset he may be angry or understanding of the situation

↺ If the source was a person, he’d keep a mental note of who and may do a bit of background research during his free time

↻ Overall, Aventurine may not be the best at comforting you, but he’s trying his best to be there for you when you need him, showing it in his own way :)

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - i didn't do a drabble at the ending of the headcanons, sorry for it being so short. :(

[itstimetojellyfish]

The feel of paper ( and affection) Welt Yang x reader.

fluff time

You missed the feel of your lovers hands on your body , gently tracing your the bare skin of your flesh through the gap between the hem of your ash gray shirt .

Lately , he’s been off the Astral express and around the Luofu , something to do with the Mara-struck , Dan Heng , and a lord ravenger .

You sighed as you remembered how depressed the boy looked when he had to reveal his past and saw everyone stare at him .

However , when he came back , you didn’t judge him and instead smothered him in affection and hot cocoa because that’s your job as his practical mother figure .

When Caelus came back and looked just as depressed as Dan Heng did , you knew it was going to be a long day because usually Welt took on a lot of parental responsibility when it came to the children.

You mentally prepared yourself to smother your beloved in affection when he comes back from the exhausting mission he had .

Coffee? Check.

The softest and fluffiest blankets you could get? Check.

Books ? Check .

Hot Cocoa in case he doesn’t want coffee? Check.

You were officially prepared to give him the comfiest snuggle pile of his lifetime , and you dint care whether he was sweaty or dirty, the man deserves it.

When Welt came back from the whole ordeal , and explained what happened to Himeko and you , you took his arm and gently pushed him into his room and pulled out some of his favorite books .

He took coffee while you had a conversation so sleeping was not an option , you ended up in deciding to have him read in order to lay back and relax.

You went over to his private bookshelf and pulled out a few historical books , taking note of where you took them from in order to put them back , you didn’t want to frustrate your overworked lover after all.

You walked over to the neutral colored bed and placed down the books at the edge before picking one up , diving into the covers , and holding one out to him .

To him , you looked like a small puppy begging for some attention and trying to take care of him at the same time .

Your lover smiled before taking the book , opening the cover and flipping over to where the beautiful white rose was pressed in .

You snuggled up to him before resting your head against his arm and holding one of his thighs captive in between yours .

Soon the arm became his chest because he shifted a bit and placed an arm around your body .

You two had a routine of reading a book together before bed because you both had insomnia, it helped you guys sleep when you read , and since you two had someone to share the time with , it made you much more drowsy.

But unfortunately, the poor man had consumed a heck ton of coffee , it was his comfort drink , and you had to reap the consequences and stay up with him and keep him company .

He started reading out loud for you since you couldn’t really read in your mind unless you would fall asleep in less than 5 seconds , also his voice was honestly very soothing so you loved it .

The book cover was old and worn , anyone would’ve thrown it away , but not welt , apparently, it was from a cherished friend , so he kept it , and many other old books .

It was a hobby of his to collect antique books and store them away into his room for you to read , it was honestly endearing to you . Time to time , he’d let you read them when he wasn’t there with you .

He knows that you love antique items too , so when you mention a book that you’d like or some sort of vase or jewel , he’ll do anything within his power to get you the item you desire .

There was this one time you wanted an ancient vase , for you recognized it from your childhood , it was high in sentimental value to you .

It was your mothers vase , the one she said was a family heirloom before the house burned down , you though it was lost forces until you saw it .

When it was auctioned off , you cried your heart out and Welt comforted you half the time and then left with Himeko and the rest of the Astral express attempting to raise your spirits .

Welt was gone for literally only 8 hours before returning with a carefully packaged parcel , cushioned with styrofoam and bubble wrap .

He gave you the vase before kissing your forehead and telling you to open it , you opened it and lo and behold , the vase you cherished was in there .

You tackled him and smothered him in kisses until he gently pushed you aside in order to breathe .

You giggled and laughed when he did and to this day you still thank him continuously, the vase shinning like the sun on his desk in your shared room whenever light hit it.

You look over to the side and smile softly before returning you attention to your lover , the smell of old paper and wood filling your lungs .

You snuggled into his embrace deeper as you felt the soft material of his scarf against the skin of your face .

You then realized .

The male hasn’t even taken a shower.

You facepalm yourself before tugging on his arm sleeve , silently asking for attention .

He turns his head towards you , grabs the pale white rose and presses it into the book before tilting his head and asking “ What’s wrong dear?”

“ You haven’t taken a shower.” You dead panned before gently pushing him out of bed in order not to sully the covers and sheets anymore with the sweat of your lover .

Now don’t get it wrong , you love him , but basic hygiene is needed even though he may have fought a person that was literally 100 x bigger than him .

He stares at you before chuckling and moving to the closet to get a pair of pajamas and then goes outside to the public bathroom so he can take a shower.

You wait patiently for 20 minutes before he returns and you greeted with the sight of the Welt Yang , whose usually has a neutral color palette, in bright yellow pajamas with a robot in the front of his shirt .

You stifle a laugh that tries to come up your throat before patting your side , he complies with your silent request and burrows underneath the covers to join you .

Soon enough you chest to chest , legs tangled , and your dozing away while he plays with your hair gently as to not to disturb your peaceful slumber .

It’s been awhile since he’s seen you ever manage to sleep without tossing and turning , but now , you’re as still as water .

He nuzzles the top of your head for a bit before saying ,

“Sweet dreams , my love”

[faroreskiss]

The Hero, The Guilt and The Chocolate

Summary: Days of peace were still upon you, but you had to ruin it with your thoughts of the previous life you had. Time tries to calm you down, but not in a way one would expect. Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? Or corporate slavery?

Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone.

Read on Ao3

Ah… Winter was finally here, or was it already leaving? It was proving really difficult to tell with all the portals making you jump from one place to the other. You never thought different times would also mean different seasons.

It was getting… tiring, no, exhausting… mundane, even? You never thought this could happen. Here you were, pretty much risking your life every day you went out, even for a walk, with your favorite heroes, even involved with one or two (or three?) in a situationship way.

You were dealing with magic, learning a language that doesn't even exist where you come from, acting as an interpreter, trying (not) to reveal mysteries of all Links. And now you were saying to yourself that it was getting… boring?

Oh how weird human nature is. 

A few of you were staying in the Forge in Hyrule Town tonight and sleeping on makeshift beds prepared by the Smith’s grandpa. Old Man insisted that you were all fine, that you had bedrolls, to no avail. 

Of course now was one of the calmer times, albeit rare. You took the mug of hot chocolate you prepared in silence in the small kitchenette and looked around the room. You liked the silence of the forge, except the gentle crackling of fire… And of course, the lowkey snore of the Sailor, who somehow managed to roll himself ON the Captain like a ragdoll.

You were pretty sure he was aware, any of them would be. They were all seasoned adventurers who probably had to be vigilant as they slept outside, having a “bunny sleep” as they said where you came from. Instead of rolling him off, the Captain simply let him. A smile cracked near your lips as you turned to look outside.

You watched the snow slowly gather on the hills, covering the ground like cotton candy, the steam coming off the mug fogging the window. Roofs of the small houses and shops in the town were also slowly building a layer of snow on their thatched tops. How long would it last?

You thought of the routine of the people who live in Hyrule Town. A simple life. If not for the current adventure, the Smith would also have a similar one. Wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to the Forge and work through the orders, spend some time with Zelda, talk to Minish… 

You sighed. Wasn’t it also how your life was when you were in Post Calamity Hyrule? A simple routine, plenty of fresh air, time dedicated to learning. It was boring, but you liked “the boring”. It was such an awkward feeling to miss your previous “life”, even though you had another one before it.

Your “real” life. Where you had to wake up before dawn, get into crowded buses, have coffee as breakfast, sit on a chair a minimum of 8 hours a day, deal with people you’d rather not see, and make ends meet. Spend time with a loved one if you could find the energy. In the end, be so exhausted that you did not really have time for what mattered. 

You sighed. Of course it wasn’t that simple.

“Couldn’t sleep?” the high baritone voice of the blonde gently spoke as he also sat down next to the window. Link.

“Just craved some chocolate,” you replied. It wasn’t exactly the truth, but not a lie either.

He understood and didn’t question it further, he also looked a bit nostalgic, his one open cerulean eye tinted with yearning for something far away.

“Wanna taste?” you offered your mug after you took a sip. So creamy and just sweet enough to not burn your throat.  “It tastes even better than genuine Belgian chocolate,”

He nodded thanks and gladly and took it to his lips. A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

“The milk in this…” he trailed off and then took another sip.

You gave him a lopsided smile. Of course, the world of Smithy also had a LonLon Ranch. 

“... is indeed high quality,” you completed his sentence.

He chuckled to himself and returned the smile. 

“Now that the pleasantries are over, what’s on your mind?”

You bit your lip. He never beat around the bush, you didn’t even fight back.

“I mean, aren’t you also a bit worried about the calm before the storm situation we have in our hands? It has been some time since there was a portal or any report of monsters,” you tried to change the subject, you didn’t know to what extent you can bore the Hero of Time.

The Hero of Time.

“I won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother me, but one should take the opportunity given and use it to rest.” he answered cautiously yet unconvinced. 

He knew it wasn’t good to push you too much for answers, as you might spill something that can be about his fate. Even after a few years, it wasn’t clear to the rest of the Chain how much you actually knew about each of them. 

“Link… I don’t want to burden you, it’s just stuff about my old life” you had a distant look in your eyes, thinking about the past. The future. 

“I won’t pry, but know that I will lend an ear if you require it,” he put a hand on your shoulder as he looked into your eyes.

Din damn you, handsome blonde. Of course you would just spill everything. You were willing to do it anyway.

“You would think I’d miss my life and be in agony all the time, but…” Other than the fact that here I am with my favorite boys , you didn’t say out loud, “I do miss home , but also, on the days we have peace like this, I do appreciate the simplicity. I didn’t have that where I came from,” you started.

“I wouldn’t count the risk to life as simplicity, but well…” he raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean overall…” you paused for a second. “You know, the simple life. Wake up, do things, spend time with loved ones, sleep?”

Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? He might not understand that perhaps, but he can understand “adult” you supposed.

He nodded. “… I miss the ranch and after finally having the simple life I desire, it does make me feel frustrated to be apart from it once again. I miss it too.” 

“Yes but have you ever thought, ‘Damn I am so sick of this I just want some time to myself’ after a day in the ranch?” you were just probing another line of inquiry.

He chuckled the way you phrased it with such passion. “On the days I had to deal with cuccos specifically, I suppose.” 

“So I assume you would spend your whole day in the Ranch, with Malon, have some time with Epona, sometimes go to Castle Town, the forest and such?” 

He was curious to see where this was going. 

“Pretty much, yes. Simple and quiet.” he nodded.

“Admit it, didn’t you get bored of it, ever?” you deadpanned. 

“What? Why?” he looked a bit scandalized by your question, but you pressed on this time.

“Come on Link, be honest now.” you had a grin. He took the mug to his lips again as he rolled his eyes.

“Fine, sometimes it CAN get boring but not in a way you think it is, I love my wife and the ranch,” he protested mockingly as he drank the rest.

“.. But you already knew this, so what’s your point?” he looked back at you.

“Of course I know what you mean. It’s just, it is something you worked hard for in life and you love it, yet even that can feel mundane sometimes, that’s normal,” you held a finger almost to his lips to hush him as he was about to open his mouth again.

“Or you can be so in-love with your partner, but sometimes, as cruel as it can sound, you might need some alone time,” you added.

“Because you know you love them and they know you love them, there is trust,” he replied.

“Precisely, hence also why you can bear the distance a bit better, it is an established love, not taken for granted,” you winked. You could swear there was a bit of pink in his cheeks as he turned his gaze away, but maybe it was because of the hot chocolate.

You signed again.

“Now imagine, that you are still doing something you like but now you absolutely HAVE to do it, and after a day of it you are so exhausted that you can’t do other things you like, at least not as much of it,” you continued.

He was listening intently.

“Every day, almost the same, nothing new, and very limited time to create something new. After studying for almost 20 years… Mind you, I was… or am still one of the privileged ones over there. While studying I didn’t have enough of the material resources to do some of the things I liked but had some time. Then after I finished, I had the material resources but not the time,” 

You spoke in one breath. 

“And I was or am practically expected to keep doing this until I am an old lady, unless I win the lottery of some sorts or go into some other ventures,” 

You guessed this was a good enough explanation for someone in his situation to understand. The word “corporate slavery” came to mind, but it was too early for that.

“...I see,” he replied, sensing you still have more to say.

“And I… have or had, a… uhm, romantic partner…”

He perked up a bit, he suspected it since he overheard your talk with the Champion, but tried not to let it show. He was aware of your involvement with the Champion, and even possibly with the Rancher. 

“...in your world, you mean?”

You grimly nodded.

“I still don’t know if I will ever see them again. And what will happen once I do,” 

You gulped, trying to fight the tears of guilt and shame back. You thought you shattered his image of you. Cheating on your partner. A deep breath.

“Y/N”

You looked back at him, his expression unreadable.

“I can’t know or claim to understand the exact thing you are going through. We all have our burdens. But…”

Oh there it was, the judgment was about to be passed. 

“If they are YOUR partner, they would understand. But only you will be and can be the judge of your own,” 

He wasn’t done. 

“We all know the noble love stories where one waits for the other for a lifetime, I assume they also exist where you come from, yes?”

You nodded, holding back a sniffle.

“That’s all they are, stories, legends.”

So are you , you wanted to tell him.

“Look, Y/N. I would give my life for Malon.”

You never heard him speak like this. 

“But If I were to be thrown off between different worlds and time, with no absolute guarantee that I would find my way back to her…”

You waited patiently.

You could see that it made even his eyes foggy. He kept looking outside the window, touching his own scars without realizing.

“...Time heals all wounds, even if it leaves scars. And scars, they hurt. (Y/N), you were gone for years from your own world with no way back in sight, and then thrown into another adventure,”

He turned back to you again.

“I believe, even I might not be able to stop my heart from fluttering again, if I were to be in your shoes,”

The tears were streaking your cheeks now. The guilt came back to haunt you again.

“But now, what if there is a way for me to get back?” your lips trembled. “How will I face them?”

“A friend once told me that the flow of time is cruel, you can’t prevent it from affecting you, in a good or in a bad way. When the time comes, you might have to face the consequences,” he said, as a matter of fact. It felt cold like the winter air outside.

“To them, I am a lost person for years. But there is always the possibility that if I ever can get back, it will just be as I left it…”  you trailed off.

The Old Man nodded. 

“Don’t forget, time also could be flowing for them too, but knowing you, I’m sure there will be a way to reconcile. Together, or seperate.”

That’s why you liked this Link. He never tried to spoil and calm you with sweet words or false promises. He said what he thought as it was. That was his way of showing he cared.

That didn’t help the pang of guilt that threatened to boil in your stomach, but at least you felt calmer.

He got up and walked to his bedroll to pick up a blanket, and for some reason, still smoking hot mug of chocolate.

“Come, let’s go out a bit.”

You both sat down on the bench in front of the forge, wrapped up together in his blanket. He gave you the mug to keep your hands warm. You put your head on his shoulder. He adjusted the blanket a bit more for the both of you, and gazed into the stars between the clouds.

“Thank you, Link.” 

“I’m sorry I can’t fix things, but I will be here to listen.”

You smiled.

“But Y/N, there is something,”

“Yeah?”

“What is ‘Belguain chocolate’?”

You let out a guffaw.

[neptunesopening]

Part 2 pls because Bakugo broke up with us without any explanation 😔

guys i’m about to tear up because i’ve been wanting for an ask for a minute so thank you 🥹🥹🥹

𝟔:𝟒𝟓 𝐚𝐦

warning: little bit of angst but nothing too serious

katsuki left your house and went back to his house. he opened the door and slid down it crying. “i loved her so bad mom. why?” he looked at his mother with tears in his eyes. he never cried. never. not in front of people, he can’t be seen as weak.

“she’s not good for you katsuki that’s why! you’re training to be the strongest hero. you don’t need a “girlfriend” all you need to worry about is your grades and your abilities.” she said before walking back to the kitchen to finish dinner.

“i can have a girlfriend while becoming the best. Mom you don’t know her at all. if i didn’t need a place to say i would of never broken up with her.” he snapped back at her and she turned her head at him.

“if you want to date that girl so bad, go ahead see if i care. get out of my house now!” he was shocked when those words left her mouth. “you’re kicking me out?” he asked surprised. “yes i am. get out.”

katsuki went upstairs to pack his things. he was shocked. he finished packing and got in his car and went to the only place he knew. your place. he knows he shouldn’t even ask this of you, he just broke up with you.

he knocks twice. actually scared to see if you would actually answer.

“bakugou?” you asked and he looked up at you. “i’m sorry to even ask you this, but can i stay here? my mom kicked me and listen i know you don’t want me to be here and i just broke up-“ “come in katsuki.” you said and let him in.

“wanna explain why you broke up with me so suddenly?” you asked as he sat down on the couch. “my mom said she would kick me out if i didn’t break up with you because i needed to be the best hero ever and i don’t need any distractions. i told her when i came back that i loved you so bad and that if i didn’t need a place to stay i would of never done it and then she kicked me out.”

you sat there unable to believe what his own mother would say to him. “i’m sorry. you can stay here i don’t care.” he thanked you and you showed him to the guest bedroom. “you gotta sleep here while my parents are here, but my bed is always open to cuddle.”

he chuckled and went into his now room.

a/n - enjoy this because i’ve been gone for a lil

[lostgracestories]

*drives up to the window*

Hey! got any…. uhhh…. Morgott jealousy HCs? 👀

ABSOLUTELY <3 (warning for a little angst)

This is lowkey so fluffy and corny (I fucking love writing this insecure man) I'm not super great with headcanons so hopefully this is good, lol!

ALSO THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SECOND REQUEST AAAA <3 ILY

wc: 434

Jealousy

Morgott is usually a very rational man (at least to himself he is) so when he sees another man kiss your hands in greeting, he nearly chokes when he finds himself seething. His eyes bore into the man's and after a moment too long of having his hands in yours, Morgott can hardly keep himself from ripping you away from the man. Instead, he just stood there and stared like an animal. You learn later when he kisses over the parts of you the man had touched, as if to clean you of the contact, Morgott can get jealous.

However, every once in a while, Morgott will get in his head about it. Despite how much he adores you, if he feels dejected (usually his own fault getting in his head ofc) then he will ignore you. The first time this happened was a shock, like going back to square one. You had happily walked into his study and attempted to greet him with a kiss on the cheek and he had blandly spoken to you, "Thou art distracting, tarnished. Please, allow me to work in peace" The lack of endearment was a shock. (ofc he ended up apologizing later after a little reassurance)

Morgott 100% feels ashamed for getting jealous, and oftentimes he blames it on his "curse" he refuses to believe that such a petty feeling is normal and oftentimes will suffer in silence, believing that such feelings are beneath a king. (he's just so emotionally constipated)

Sometimes, if Morgott's form of jealousy comes from you being in contact with another man (usually at social gatherings) he will become much too overprotective of you. At one point he even attempted to request that you stay inside during a New Years festival because he didn't want you near drunk noblemen. When (ofc) you had refused and reassured him that it would be alright, you ended up getting sloshed and hanging off of him all night. After that, he stopped trying to dictate where you went. Even while drunk you were loyal.

Lastly, after a deep conversation in bed one night (you had finally convinced him to talk to you about it) He admitted that he feels helpless when he is not the one to draw a smile from your lips or a laugh to grace your breath. After reassuring him that you kept a special smile and laugh just for him, it brought a rare color to his cheeks. As he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, he would whisper, "None shall steal thee from me, for as long as I breathe"

[madamairlock]

no. 54 for maybe some classic passive-aggressive Laura & Cottle sickbay dialogue? 💜

54) "I'm a wonderful human being."

"You are truly the worst person I've ever met," Laura groaned, her eyes closed and a bead of sweat trailing down her forehead.

"You're the worst patient I've ever met," Cottle grumbled. Despite his tone, his hand was gentle on her back.

She managed to shoot him a look, but it was weak and faded as her eyes closed and she sank back into the bed. "Maybe being human isn't all it's cracked up to be. You'd make a wonderful Cylon."

"I'm a wonderful human being," he deadpanned, most of his attention focused on removing the bucket she had been desperately holding on to. "Get some rest, Madam President."

"You're certainly the best doctor on this ship."

"I'm the only doctor on this ship."

"Also makes you the worst." Her lips quirked up in a slight smirk.

His hand grazed her shoulder once more before he looked her over and left her alone.

[sonyshock]

From the first mlp Anon:

I saw ya said it was for cons. Any tips for an artist wanting to get into a con? I wanna try to sell my stuff and maybe youd have some ideas or something?

My dear anon, let me tell you a story...

A long time ago it was that Spain started holding cons that had Artist Alleys. I got into multiple of them for free and with some priority. I absolutely loved the experience. The responsibility of talking to customers and selling gave me enough energy to be 2 days without eating and I was so happy. ... Then I moved to USA and I did not have the needed papers or geographic location to participate in any for... way too long. I only got to attend cons as a customer again in recent years. My plan is to try getting in artist alleys again starting next year.

I REALLY want to get into Artist Alleys again. It's been in my mind for so long, you have no idea. Please.

So... To my big shame and with a bit of grief: not much advice. It's also one of these things where I ask people for advice and I generally always get vague, if just a bit helpful, answers I'll still try to say something from my memories back in Spain:

Have bags and envelopes for people to carry their things, have things to write on, and plenty of business cards. Don't underestimate that!

Oh, and do NOT count on Wi-fi on a con, ever. Always save portfolio-worthy art offline, either printed or on your phone's gallery. You will talk about your art and you will want to show it.

For production, I use Vograce.

My tip for that: If you ask for 50 pieces of anything, you can make them as diverse as you want, and you can use it to print obscure characters, for example. Nothing is stopping you from purchasing 47 Sonic the hedgehogs and 3 [your very own personal blorbos nobody knows about] and it'll cost the same

[maelstroms-blog]

A 5 times plus 1 fic about Dreamling, moments that took the other's breath away. This is pure, domestic fluff

Hope you enjoy

Sorry it took so long.

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

Hiiii! I just discover you, and I love your Daryl fic!

Can I request angst fic of Daryl x reader, that the reader would take a bullet to protect him during an attack on Alexandria? Thx, love you! ♥️♥️♥️

of course you can! thank you so much for the request, it makes me so happy you enjoyed my other fic, i love you too!

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It was a normal day in Alexandria, people were going about their business, kids were playing in their yards and such. Carl was over with Judith, just talking to you as you prepped some meat Daryl brought home on s hunt.

"Does Daryl just leave his things wherever?" Carl asks holding the hunting knife. "Yeah. He's gotten better at it but it's Daryl." You smile. You've lived with Daryl since your group first arrived. You've always had feelings towards him and you'd take a bullet for him.

"What's me?" Daryl walks in the door. "Leaving your stuff everywhere." You look to him. "Oh well." He sits next to Carl, watching you. Conversation went on as normal when there were sudden screams and yells. This caught all of your attention and you immediately grabbed the gun and knife on top of your fridge. Daryl held his crossbow and the two of you looked out the door to see people climbing the wall with knives and guns, breaking into people's houses.

"Shit. Carl take Judith and hide in the back of the closet in my room. Daryl windows." He nods and immediately closes blinds as you close the door and lock it. You follow Carl upstairs making sure Daryl was close by.

Your closer was fairly big so you were all able to fit easily. Carl had his gun cocked and was making sure Judith was well hidden, if someone opened the closet door, you wouldn't see her. You could hear the screams of others. "Alright I'm goin out there." Daryl opens the closet door. "Daryl! Carl stay here." You follow him out, but both of you aren't able to make it out of the room before you hear the window downstairs break.

Daryl holds his hand to his lips signaling to be quiet. from what it sounds there are two people talking. one of them tells the other to look upstairs while they search downstairs. Daryl signals for you to move behind the door as he stands by out of sight, so when someone walks in the both of you could attack.

you hear the footsteps of the stairs searching other rooms. your room was the last on the hall so anxiety built further up as they got closer. A girl walks in and Daryl moves forward his crossbow held up ready to shoot. You cock your gun, a slight movement of your finger and she'd be dead. "Who are ya? Why are ya here?" Daryl asks the question, threatening to shoot when not answered. "Please. I'm being forced to be here. You can tie me up and put me in that closet but please, don't let the man downstairs hurt me." She's crying at this point. Part of you wanted to believe her, but the apocalypse you knew better.

"Tie her up. He has a gun he'll keep 'er in check." Daryl lowers his crossbow. "I'll deal with him." Your shocked at his response as he walks downstairs. "Im just gonna use a peice of cloth, the boy in there has a gun, so dont fuck up." you put her in the closet, giving Carl a brief explanation of what's happening.

You follow downstairs and see the body on the floor. Must've been the guy she was talking about. You run outside, shooting who you can. Your eyes land on Daryl, his crossbow was flung off on the ground and he was busy fighting with a guy. There was another man on the ground behind Daryl.

This must've been another person who attacked Daryl, but Daryl didn't notice the guy fumbling with a gun. Your heart sunk, your legs moving before you could even think. "Daryl!" You yell out as soon as Daryl gets his guy to the ground. you move in front of him as a gun shot sounds.

Your hand flys to your abdomen as you stumble back, Daryl turning around immediately. "y/n!" You feel him hold you, one hand checking where your wound is, the other trying to keep you up. The wound was bleeding profusely, and Daryl's mind was racing. Tears beaded his eyes. "Damn you. You stupid son of a bitch." He picks you up and rushes to the infirmary, hoping someone, anyone was there.

The last thing you remember is Daryl setting you on a bed. It was then you blacked out.

"He hasn't left her side since. I mean i had to force him just to go take a shower and try to calm his nerves." You hear Carol's voice. "He's out on a hunt right? It might help him calm his mind." That was Michonne.

You attempt to sit up, catching the attention of the two. "Oh my god." Carol rushes to your side, helping you. "What happened?" Your memory was a bit foggy. "Daryl says you took a bullet for him." Michonne says. You think for a moment. "I did. there was a guy behind him with a gun. Daryl could've died." You say.

"Y/n, You could have died. There was so much blood I'm surprised you're here talking to us." Carol smiles. "Y'know he never left you. He sat in here day and night. He'd talk to you, tell you stories. I've never seen him act like that with someone before." Michonne sighs.

"How long have a been out?" You ask, only thinking a couple days. "Two weeks. You lost a lot of blood." Carol says.

Suddenly the door opens. Your heart jumps at the sight of the man who turne the corner. "Hey." He freezes, the sound of your voice something he's missed for so long. "You're awake." He says. "Yeah." He quickly moves towards you, wrapping you in a hug, careful of your injury. "Wait what happened to the girl in the closet?" You ask once he pulls away.

"Her name is Maria, and she's still learning to be trusted but she helps around." He says. He steps back as you successfully attempt to stand up. You then pull him in to another hug, your arms around his neck, his around your waist. You move your hands to his face, bringing yours to his, connecting your lips.

You pull away, noticing a smile on his face. "Waited forever for that. Now get back 'n bed." You smile as he helps you sit back. "I owe Carl a candy bar." Michonne says. "What!" You laugh. "He made a bet." Michonne smiles.

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This took me an embarrassingly long time to write but I finally did it. This fic is a gift to @headcanonheadcase who was one of the first writers that made me fall in love with fanfiction. And is also the one who opened my eyes to the wonders of Gwyn/Ithan. @headcanonheadcase dear, what you do for this fandom (and all the others you write for) is incredible. You are amazing!!

CRACKSHIP ALERT

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom Synopsis: Ithan remembers the important events in his relationship with his red wolf, Gwyn, from how it started to where they are now. A recollection of little moments that they shared together. Word Count: 5.7k Warning: A tiny bit of smut

Important A/N: I started writing this waaay before hofas was released so this fic does not follow any canon event past HoSaB. It's not a 'hofas canon-divergence', it's just me posting a crackship fanfic after having it in my drafts for half a year.

Read on Ao3 or proceed below the cut for a snippet

Day 8

“I’m Gwyneth. Gwyn. It’s very nice to meet you,” she shook the hand that he had extended to her after introducing himself. Ithan thanked all the Gods above that he had not gaped at her again like a fool. He had been bracing himself for a conversation with her since he caught a glimpse of her bright hair as she was entering the Prime’s office.

“So, you are new here?” he asked as though he had not already secretly asked everyone at the Den for information about her. He had learned that Gwyneth had just arrived in Lunathion with the intention of settling here. Her grandparents were apparently related to the Prime himself. What had struck Ithan the most had been learning that she was a lone wolf, just like he had been before, even if he was now the only wolf in his pack consisting of an angel, some Fae, a mer, a deer shifter and even a dragon and some fire sprites.

“I am. I live near the Old Square, a few blocks away from the White Raven.”

“Really?” he replied a bit too excitedly before clearing his voice and continuing more calmly. “I mean, I live near the Old Square too.”

The smile that spread on her face could have rivaled the sun ahead. “That’s great. Um… maybe we’ll cross path someday. I mean…” she rambled. Was she nervous too? Ithan thought.

“Not that we aren’t already crossing paths at the Den already,” she added with a laugh while indicating the building behind them.

Ithan noticed the way that she was twisting a strand of hair between her fingers and how she could not stand still. She was nervous too. Somehow, that made him a little less tense.

He has admitted to Gwyn, months and months later, that their encounter on that day had not been accidental at all. He had confessed that he might have forsaken more urgent matters to wait until she would leave the Prime’s office. The tongue-lashing he had gotten from his roommates for being late for what they had planned later that day had been totally worth it.

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Day 10

“Hello there,” a melodious voice drawled behind him. Ithan turned on the stool he was sitting on at the bar of the White Raven to find Gwyn smiling at him.

If he was not already seated, his first look at her would have made him fall on his ass. Gwyn was glowing in a green velvet dress that clung to her and accentuated all the dips and curves of her body. The makeup she had dusted on her eyelids sparkled beneath the flashing lights of the club, making it impossible not to look at her eyes.

“You look…” damn him and his habit of being speechless in her presence. “You are…” he tried and failed again.

Gwyn erupted in laughter at his flustered state. “I think I will take that as a compliment,” she said as she sat on the empty stool beside him.

“Sorry,” Ithan shook his head, “You are stunning.” Phew. See? That wasn’t so hard to say, he thought.

Gwyn’s cheeks started to flush and Ithan was momentarily mesmerised by the way it made her freckles stand out. “Thank you. And you are very handsome as well.”

Ithan was certain that the heat spreading across his face was close to turning him as red as her hair. Gwyn ordered three drinks and turned back to him.

‘’They’re not all for me,’’ she explained when she noticed his raised eyebrows. She pointed at a blond Fae and a brunette angel on the dance floor. ‘’I came with my sisters.’’

His face must have given away his puzzlement concerning her odd family because Gwyn snorted then proceeded to tell him about her chosen sisters.

A drink was placed in front of him. But instead of making his way towards his table where his own found family was, Ithan stayed at the bar, chatting with Gwyn over the loud music. Either her sisters had forgotten about their drinks, or they did not want to cut their conversation short because, as they talked and talked, Gwyn ended up drinking all three cocktails she had ordered while Ithan kept ordering more for himself. He only took note of the time when he turned around at some point and found that all those he had come with were already gone.

That night, Ithan had talked more than he ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He remembers vividly how she had been the only thing on his mind when he was staring at his ceiling before he fell asleep in the early morning. He had a crush on Gwyn. One that went from little to massive in a matter of one training session with the Aux.

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[askyeehan]

How did y’all end up together? Mind tellin the story?

Cole: How me and Hanzo got together. I could sit here all day and talk about every single twist and turn, 'cause there were plenty of 'em. It might surprise ya to know Hanzo and I didn't actually get along at first. Not that we hated each other or anythin' like that. But the first time I even heard about Hanzo was from his brother.

It's hard to not be biased in such a complicated situation. Lots of people thought poorly of Hanzo and what he did, but seein' my own background, I was willin' to give him a chance. The more I slowly heard and gathered about how he grew up….it made me sick, to be honest. He deserved better than what those monsters….

Cole shakes his head, pushing the thoughts away.

Anyway, back to us. Our first mission together was a mess. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was definitely more focused on tryin' to show off and impress Hanzo that I got hurt pretty bad. Obviously I'm still alive, of course! Takes a lot to keep me down, that's for sure. He did visit me in the infirmary, which took everyone by surprise.

It was incredibly difficult getting him to socialize with much of anyone. Even all this time later, he doesn't talk to many people, at least not the way he does when I'm around. He's slowly getting better, with more and more gentle nudges.

Part of the reason I'm doin' all this is to hopefully get him out of his comfort zone a bit and be more adventurous. There's so much more to be said about those twists and turns I mentioned, I'll definitely be talkin' about them in depth in the future.

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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully. | accepting

@sometimesrufus asked: "be honest... why did you walk away from the remaining Turks? I would have liked to have you among them."

"I   ...   I    wasn't   cut   out   for   it.    Being   a   Turk"       She   replied   with   slight   hesitation   in   her   voice.        "Shinra   holds   high   expectations   that   I   unfortunately   cannot   fulfill    .....       why   shame   the   company   with   my   inadequate   performances?"     

(.......Witnessing   Zack's   demise   still   haunts   her   to   this   day,    she   cannot   bear   the   thought   of   still   working   for   them.   Despite   her   fondness   for   her   fellow   turks)

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That was beautiful!

Between Your Name and A Prayer

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT (18+), MDNI!

Summary: There are few who can say they elude Dracule Mihawk, and even fewer who have held his heart. You’ve done both, and it only serves to complicate things when Mihawk seeks to collect your bounty…or so he tells himself.  

Warnings: SMUT! Ex!Mihawk, Angst, Yearning, Fingering, Emotional Sex, Rough Sex (PinV), Reader is a little petty/bratty

Mihawk knows he shouldn’t be doing this. Not again.

He shouldn’t be slipping through a sleepy port town in search of you.

He tries to blame it on your wanted poster, a reminder that you continue to evade the world government—evade him, but the lie is hardly convincing.

Not when he had spent more time than necessary staring down at your new wanted poster, his sharp eyes following the curve of your playful smile and catching on to your eyes, as bewitching as he remembers, and with that familiar glint of mischief shining in them. The look you give is reminiscent of the one you used to grace him with, just before you stole a kiss, or persuaded him back to bed—what feels like a lifetime ago now.

Mihawk tries to shake the aching feeling that blossoms in his chest. Your bounty has gone up significantly. Vice Admirals hiss your name over snail responders; wonder why you haven’t been caught yet. Mihawk is quick to retort sharply that he isn’t at their beck and call, despite what the Admirals might think, and that they can send someone else to catch you, or better yet, find her yourself.

He knows they won’t. It’s as difficult for them to track you down as it is for him, maybe even more so. Besides, they have an…inkling of an idea of what you two once shared. Feelings once held that they think he can use to draw you from the shadows. If only they knew how wrong their assumptions were.

He may be a hunter of sorts, but you are no prey. Mihawk has come to realize that he only finds you when you let him. You leave little clues—hints dripping with nostalgia. You tease him, dare the world’s greatest swordsmen to come and find you, and he accepts the challenge every time with the eagerness of an undisciplined child.  

He has only found you twice, and on both occasions, you looked far too pleased, not surprised in the slightest to see his dark figure slipping from the shadows. You had smiled and teased him in a way only you (and a certain red-haired pirate) would be brave enough to.

You finally showed up, Hawk Eye.

Mihawk despises the epithet from you—the distance it creates, but it’s necessary, isn’t it? It makes it easier to fall into a night of ravenous bliss without considering that you two once shared a home and your hearts.

Mihawk continues to shift through the lifeless town, the chilly midnight air working like a balm to his tortured soul, allowing him a moment of respite as his eyes flit between dimly lit shops. This venture started nearly a week ago with Mihawk idly flipping through the newspaper, curious to see what troubles were brewing in the Grand Line. Little caught his interest as he read, but when he turned to the last page, his eyes lingered on a single photo. An unexpected offering.

You, disguised well and hidden in a crowd, your face was obscured by the hat you wore, similar to the ones donned by those beside you. To anyone else, you were nothing more than another spectator, but the necklace that rested against your collar screamed your identity—the same one Mihawk had placed around your neck a year prior.

What fun you must have finding new ways to reel him in.

The first time Mihawk sought you out, he had been certain of collecting your bounty—a true testament that he no longer held you in his heart. His objective left him the second your warm eyes fell on him, and your mouth ventured where his body had missed you most. The second time, he had sworn he would not be tempted, but his will had shattered easily. Mihawk lost himself as he pressed you up against the wall of a cramped room in a seedy hostel, your nails digging into the flesh of his bare back while he took you apart as he had done so many times before.

What would he do this time? Mihawk had tried to reason that he would not be so weak-willed—so foolish as to let you reduce him to a man incapable of thinking beyond the flesh—but the certainty he once held was steadily slipping out of reach with each encounter.

A frustrated sigh escapes Mihawk’s parted lips as he stops in front of a shabby tavern. His eyes follow the curves of the poorly painted sign, faded and scuffed from lack of proper upkeep. It’s lifeless. No music pouring out the doors or cheery carols of drunken men. No heady scent of rum or grog. The tavern is completely devoid of life, save for the soft, flickering candlelight that paints the windows in a warm orange hue, and a single slippery patron Mihawk knows is inside.

He ignores the warring voices in his head as he pushes the door open, and there you are.

You sit perched on the counter, legs crossed, and head tilted slightly as you cradle a bottle in your hand. You hum a soft tune, your eyes downcast and far off in thought. Mihawk thinks perhaps your thoughts might be of him, because he recognizes the melody. It’s the same one he used to whisper against your skin in the dead of night, ushering you into a peaceful sleep—just as it had been used for him, back when he was young and hopeless in the arms of a tender-hearted nun.

Your hushed singing halts when the floorboard creaks under the weight of his boots. Your eyes lift, and the somber expression on your face is gone so fast that Mihawk thinks he might have imagined it.

An impish smile graces your features, and your eyes lower as you take in the sight of his lean body, shameless and hungry.

“And here I thought you’d stood me up.”

You’re always quick to crack a joke, dispelling some of the uncertain tension that always brews at the beginning. You want this to be as uncomplicated as possible.

And Mihawk realizes suddenly that he complies, says little beyond your name, and takes what you offer, lying to himself that it is enough—that he will hunger no more afterwards…but his appetite is endless, vicious in how much it craves something it can never have again.

Mihawk takes a step forward, and you uncross your legs instinctively, spreading them in a way that would make the nuns he grew up with faint. Ramera, they would whisper harshly, before slipping into prayer. They would surely have some choice words for him as well.

Your smile slips when he settles on the stool beside you, instead of between your parted legs.

You want this to be uncomplicated, and Mihawk can oblige, as he always does—he can steel his unruly heart and silence the voice that reminds him of better days, sweet and silent moments in a drab castle that seemed to burst with life with you in it. He can do all this, but why should he give you what you want right away?

You sigh disapprovingly, before taking a swig from your bottle.

“So, you’re here to collect my bounty, then?”

Your voice is flat and unamused. Mihawk can’t tell if it’s a display of false bravado or if you believe he wouldn’t be able to manage it.

“I haven’t decided,” he lies.

Of course he has. He always decides. Before he even sets off to find you—before the clues bare themselves before him—deep down, he knows he’ll never raise Yoru against you. Never bring you to the admirals who have hunted you for as long as he can remember. He can play the part of the heartless hunter, but he never truly fulfills the role.

Your sly smile returns. You lean towards him, positioned in a way that makes your collarless shirt dip, exposing the soft flesh of your breasts. Mihawk is quick to look away, but you’re just as perceptive as him. Your eyes catch everything, no matter how minuscule.

You reach for his hat, placing it on your own head.

“How can I convince you to spare me?” You ask sweetly, setting your drink aside.

Stop running away.

The words catch in Mihawk’s throat. He knows why you’re running, why you won’t come back to him, not even if he swallows his pride and asks. The moment the words pass his lips, you’ll pull away. Stop being a warlord, would be your quick reply, and it would spiral into the same argument that had created the impossible distance between you two.

Neither of you would let up. You both would tear open tender scars. It would complicate something already too fucking complicated—shatter the delicate peace you both allow in moments like this.

It will do no good to start a fight he can’t win.

Instead, Mihawk lifts from the stool, reaching to unsheathe Yoru. Your eyes go soft for the briefest of seconds when they fall on the decorated black sword—such a stark contrast to others who have seen him wield it. There’s always fear, sometimes envy, but never fondness. Then again, only you know his sword as intimately as he does.

“You don’t need to convince me,” Mihawk starts, leaning Yoru against the counter, far enough so that it doesn’t become a nuisance. “You only need to take what I give you.”

You raise a curious brow. You’re used to leading these little liaisons, quick to chase pleasure you’ve been deprived of, but this time Mihawk needs something different. He needs you to want just as badly as he does, to see you as helpless as you make him feel.

“And if it’s not enough?” You taunt, always so eager for a reaction.

Mihawk doesn’t humor you with a response. Instead, he positions himself between your spread legs. A myriad of images flash in his mind—delicious ways to break you apart that almost make him shudder in anticipation.

He notices your pert nipples through your collarless shirt, untended. Desire takes him hostage, makes his hands almost shake as he works quickly to unclasp the delicate buttons that keep your skin hidden from him.

“Someone’s excited.”

Mihawk rolls his eyes when you chuckle, low and lovely. You think you have him in the palm of your hand, and you’re not exactly wrong for believing so. Though you’ll learn soon enough how easily he can turn your smart remarks into desperate pleas.

You let out a shaky gasp when you feel Mihawk’s warm mouth kiss your collar, slowly trailing down while his rough hands cup your exposed breasts, kneading the soft flesh. He whispers your name against your skin—perhaps a warning or a promise—before he takes your sensitive nipple in his mouth. A pretty moan rips from your throat when he adds the soft pressure of his talented tongue.

You try not to picture Mihawk between your legs, lapping at your needy cunt with fervor. If the wetness between your thighs is anything to go off of, you’re doing a piss-poor job.

Mihawk breaks away from your tit, a string of saliva following him as he tends to the other. It’s a lovely sensation, but you want more.

You snake your hands downward, attempting to unbutton your pants and slip your fingers where you need them most, but Mihawk denies you. His hands catch your wrist the second you finish with the buttons. Your breast falls from his mouth, and he fixes back to his full height, peering down at you with those piercing eyes of his.

“Hard of hearing, are we?” Mihawk arches a sharp brow, ignoring the murderous expression you wear. He can feel the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “What I give you. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

You glare up at him like a petulant child…such a shift from the confident, easy smile you displayed only minutes before.

Mihawk revels in it for a moment longer before choosing to be altruistic.

He leans close, his soft lips grazing your ear as he whispers, “If you want my fingers inside of you, you’ll take off those pants. Quickly.”

He practically purrs in your ear, his voice richer and deeper than you remember it being. You want so desperately to defy him. His words drip with arrogance that makes you want to bare your teeth at him, regain a modicum of control, but you also burn with such torturous lust—and maybe something sweeter.

You school your emotions, look as irritated as you can manage when you slide down from the counter, quickly pushing your pants down the length of your legs. Mihawk mirrors you, peeling his black coat off, before neatly placing it near Yoru.  

Damn him and his stupid, perfect body.

You kick your pants to the side, tossing his hat along with it for added measure—just in case he thinks you’re happy to do as he says.  

Your faux frustration dissipates the second you’re back on the counter, and Mihawk’s fingers glide across your cunt, coating his digits with your slick. You hear the words he doesn’t speak when he pushes a finger into your hungry hole—who’s excited now?

You shake, eagerly watching the way his finger disappears inside of you.

“Mihawk—”

He shushes you before adding another digit. You hiss—oh god—andhe pushes a little deeper, fucks you a little faster, desperately seeking that soft spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

Mihawk curls his fingers suddenly and knows he found it, because you make the most wrecked noise he thinks he’s ever heard.

Your lashes flutter, sharp curses spill from your plump lips, incoherent and crude. Magnificent…Mihawk muses, transfixed on your micro-expressions—the way your brows pinch together, the subtle tremble of your bottom lip after each pretty sound.

You clench around his fingers, teetering on the edge of your release. Mihawk’s free hand moves as if it has a mind of its own, finding your neglected clit.

Your fingers weave into his hair, pulling him closer. "Fuckfuckfuuuck," you practically cry into his shoulder. You shudder beneath him while a pool of pleasure builds in your core, so dangerously close to bursting.

“More,” you choke out.

The tortuous circles that he rubs against your aching clit are divine, but it isn’t enough. You want to feel full—fuller than his fingers alone can provide.

“Wanna c—hmmmng—c-come on your dick.”

You’re thankful you catch the plea that tries to crawl up your throat.

Mihawk swears under his breath, pulling his fingers out of your sopping pussy. His eyes are heavy, his expression is like that of a drunken man as he glances downward. He groans, watching the way you clench around nothing.

Mihawk doesn’t make you wait long. He’s quick to undo his dark trousers, works with speed even he might not know he possesses to free his aching cock—it’s so lovely, pale with the prettiest shade of pink dusting his thick head. Evidence of his own arousal pours from the slit, mixing with your own slick when he wraps his fingers around the base.

You watch him pump into his hand, getting his dick nice and wet for you. It’s such a beautiful sight, so fucking obscene. You can’t stop the desperate moan that pours from your lips. Can’t stop yourself from calling his name with a hint of urgency in your tone.

“Impatient—” Mihawk hisses, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He gives no warning as he buries himself in your soaking heat. You all but shriek as you feel the brush of his wet fingers against your clit again. “You have what you want. Now come.”

You try to hold out—you don't want him to think that he can make you shatter with a simple command, but your body betrays you. Pleasure rips through you before you can even consider a snide remark, making you cry out loud and cling to his lean frame. You shudder through your orgasm, curse between gasps, and Mihawk can’t look away—can’t stop the way his hips jerk reflexively when your walls flutter around him.

It feels so good, it almost makes him lose what little self-control he has left. Mihawk stills, grits his teeth painfully until his desire becomes just a little manageable. He won’t let this be another quick, meaningless fuck.

Mihawk lifts you with his dick still buried deep inside you. It almost takes you by surprise until you remember just how strong he is. He wields Yoru as effortlessly as one wields a dagger. He has taken down entire fleets with a single attack. Maneuvering from the bar counter to a booth is hardly work.

And you’re thankful for the change, feeling the cushion beneath you. It’s not the softest you've ever felt, but it’s certainly more comfortable than the damn counter.

Though it hardly matters, you don’t get much time to relish it once Mihawk cages you in with his powerful body.

“Missed me—” He thrusts into your heat, his pace downright brutal as his hips slam into yours. “Oh—OH, can’t you feel how much you missed me?”

God, you hate how right he is. Despise the way your cunt sucks him in and clings to his length. You feel the sweet spasms that wrack through you with each vicious thrust—how your walls pulse with a need to be filled in more ways than one.

It feels so fucking good—always does with him—and you’re past trying to deny it. Would you even believe yourself if you tried?

You blink up at him, watching the way Mihawk’s face contorts with pain and pleasure. How his long, dark lashes flutter. The way his delicate lips part and a sound that goes straight to your core escapes. He’s so beautiful—it almost drives you mad thinking about how effortless it is for him, as if he is something divine and otherworldly.

Is this the same way he sees you? When his eyes linger and he looks a little dazed?

His golden eyes lift suddenly, finding yours. Your breath catches at the expression you see hidden in their depths—the unguarded adoration. It’s so different from how he looks at anyone else—a gift only ever meant for you.

Mihawk slows the roll of his hips, moving his hand from where it’s positioned near your head. You can’t anticipate what he’s planning—can’t think beyond the tender look in his eyes.

And then you feel it.

The warmth of his palm as his fingers laces with yours. 

The act is intimate, full of loving intent.

Your heart bursts as you blink up at him. Countless emotions flood through you—unceasing affection that you try to bury, the pain that still lingers, loneliness, frustration, desire—it’s overwhelming in its intensity, chases away the unrelenting conviction you’ve nurtured for months.

“Mihawk,” you call out desperately, “kiss me.”

Mihawk stills, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. He considers it for a moment, leans in ever so slightly before pulling away, cursing in his mother tongue.

He tries to focus on the feeling of you beneath him. Your warm skin, the rhythm of your erratic heart—but your request snags his like a twisted vine. It takes every ounce of defiance to deny you this.

Not unless you tell me you still love me.

Not unless you come back home.

“Mihaawk…”

You hate how your voice comes out in a low whine, but the need to feel his lips against yours is paramount. One final request to satisfy your heartsick soul.

“Too much.” His voice is tight, pained. “You want too much.”

His golden eyes find yours again. You expect his notorious glare, maybe even a sneer for good measure, but you receive neither. His eyes are soft…and a little sad, as if he wishes he could give you everything you desire, but to what end?

Hot, frustrated tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You try so hard to blink them away, but they fall without your permission, running down your cheeks all while Mihawk watches, his sharp brows lifting slightly in surprise.

“I hate you,” you whisper, but there’s no venom in your voice, no spite. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate yo—”

You taste his lips before you feel them—ripe plum from a silver chalice, salt from the sea.

Mihawk melds his mouth with yours, reminding you both of just how perfectly you always fit together. You melt into him, feel lightheaded when he pries your mouth open with his tongue, desperate and hungry, as if he’s trying to siphon the air from your lungs.

Your nails scrape against his scalp, tufts of his dark hair curl around your fingers, and Mihawk breaks.

He rocks his hips suddenly, harshly fucking into you with renewed fervor.

“I hate you,” you say again when he finally breaks away, a string of glistening saliva still connecting you two. The sight alone rips a breathy moan from his throat, and he nods.

“I know,” he dips down, pressing phantom kisses to your lips.

Mihawk knows what you really mean. What you won’t allow yourself to say aloud.

You still love him. You never stopped loving him.

He tries to show you how much he still loves you, pushes himself as deep as he possibly can. Mihawk nearly collapses from the way your velvety walls hug him—so tight and snug that it almost hurts. He knows he’s hitting something delightful inside of you—something that makes you convulse and sob beneath him.

“Please, please—” he hears your voiceless plea.

Mihawk groans, resting his forehead on yours as he pounds into you. He hits so deep that the head of his cock collides with a gummy cluster of nerves, and you tip over the edge with a sharp cry.

Mihawk captures your lips again, swallowing your moans. You tremble, fresh tears slipping from your eyes, while your second orgasm rips through you, so violent and demanding that it feels like it wants to take your soul along with it.

“My heart—” Mihawk grits as your walls massage his tortured cock, take him hostage until he’s pushing impossibly deep. “fuckI’m—"

Mihawk doesn’t finish his sentence—barely even starts it before he’s flooding you. He comes hard, pumping your sweet cunt full of his seed, filling it like it deserves. Your walls squeeze him, milking him for all he’s worth. It’s too fucking much. He shakes through it, euphoria splitting through his body until every ounce of strength is drained from him.

Mihawk collapses, as boneless as you, though he does his best to refrain from resting his full weight on you. He offers you sweet praise. A soft kiss on the corners of your lips, your cheeks, your chin.

“I love you,” Mihawk murmurs against your skin, so low you nearly miss it.

You’re too spent to react, though you’re uncertain of what you would do even if you could. You want the warmth of his touch, his kisses, and honeyed words. You want that fond look in his eyes and the tender care he offers only to you.

But are you willing to forgive? To forget how you two ended up here?

You ignore your mind’s inquiry. You allow yourself to crave, to fall deeper into this pleasant mirage as your eyes grow heavy.

When the sun rises, you will have to face this, but for now, you let yourself slip into a fantasy where you can love him without consequence.

divider credit @/cafekitsune

[lostgracestories]

Hi! I saw that you write for MHM/MBM and this fandom fr needs more fanfics, so heres my request :) I was wondering if you could do an Arata Usuba or Kazushi Tatsuishi x reader? Could be anything of your choice ofc

OMG So I love that you requested this because I have been wanting to write something for this for forever!!! I really love arranged marriage/forbidden love pairings <3 personally, I feel like giving Arata somebody to love because he seemed so upset at the end of the anime's first season :,( Thank you so much for being my first request!

I also totally did not proof read this LOL ALSO ARATA WITHOUT HIS GLASSES OMG <3 <3 <3

Purpose - Arata Usuba x Reader wc: 2k (I GOT EXCITED) tw: maybe a little angst if you squint, reader gets pretty sick, arranged marriage, female reader

Arata was no stranger to searching for a way to fulfill his purpose. He is a driven man, and most people knew that. However, he struggles to believe he will ever fulfill his purpose. Although a man of dignity, respect, and loyalty, he hides worry, concern, and shame. Well… that was until he met you.

It was an unusual turn of events when it was suddenly stated to him that he was to be married. He already had so much on his plate. Not to mention, the marriage came seemingly out of nowhere. It wasn’t unlikely for other people, but for him to be arranged in a marriage? Something had to be going on. Well he found out the answer to his curiosities the moment he met you.

Each of you had powerful families and you yourself did not possess spirit sight. This marriage was a means to gain security and leverage and in return, you would keep your head low and be a trophy wife. Despite your lack of spirit sight, however, you had to be the most beautiful woman that Arata had ever laid his eyes on.

You sat in the living room of the Usuba house, glancing around at the decorations and accessories adorning the home. You had been instructing by your parents not to speak unless instructed, as was the usual of your expectations when you left the house. You weren’t upset about it though. Your parents were very kind people and they had raised you to nurture your other talents since you lacked spirit sight. You understood the situation because you knew you could not do much to protect anybody against grotesqueries. Your parents had assured you that they picked the perfect match for you, a man who would take care of you like it was his job. You finally looked across to the other couch at the man in question, watching him speak with your parents.

“I will devote my life to protecting your daughter mister and misses L/n. You have my word”

Arata stands briefly to bow. He had a purpose finally. One to devote himself to you. Arata turned to look at you with such a determined expression on his face like he was pursuing a prize.

“Miss y/n, may I show you to your living quarters now?”

You responded with a silent nod and slowly and carefully stood up. You followed quietly behind Arata as he led you to the room where you would be staying. It was so luxurious and big. Sure your family was powerful, but your family was also humble and you were used to your fairly small traditional home. The room is not very decorated which confuses you. The rest of the house is so beautifully and delicately decorated but your room was practically bare. You supposed that they didn’t want you to steal or break anything.

“I know it’s not the most exciting room but I figured you would like to decorate it yourself to make yourself feel more at home”

Arata clears his throat after speaking. He was very subtly embarrassed. You may not see grotesqueries but you could see through people’s emotions like a window. You merely nod at his comment and look around at all the places you could decorate. The bed was huge and elegant, definitely different than your average sized bed at your home, well, old home now.

“What do you think of the room?”

Arata asks. Insecurity, you take note in your head.

“It’s beautiful. It’s just…”

You debate whether or not to mention your concern about the drastic difference from your home

“Just what, miss y/n?”

“It’s just… so big… I feel like all this space is such a waste for me… I’m used to a small bedroom…” Arata seems to knit his brows together at your concerned comment and nods in acknowledgment.

“I’ll see to it that the issue is resolved. How big would you like it?”

You look at Arata like he’s crazy for a moment then offer him a gentle smile, a soft chuckle following it.

“Don’t be so hasty. I’ll get used to it. I’m sure I can fill up the empty space”

You look at Arata’s face an he has his lips pursed

“Is something bothering you?”

You question, internally pinching yourself for intruding on his personal issues without being given permission to become involved.

“Yes actually…”

Arata’s response shocks you and you keep your eyes locked on him, your face radiates kindness and patience to him, wanting to hear what he has to say. Arata noticed your interest and shook his head.

“It is nothing that should concern you. Now, I have some matters to attend to so please make yourself at home and get some rest”

And that was that. Arata closed the bedroom door and you stared at it for a little bit. You told yourself it was none of your business but the conversation lingers in your mind even as you’re laying down to fall asleep.

The days of living in the Usuba house began to bleed together. Your routine was the same everyday and you always took care to be quiet and not bothersome to anyone. Weeks went by and eventually a couple months. This was nothing like those fairytail arranged marriages you had heard about. Neither of you really spoke to each other. You were simply just living there for your family’s benefit.

You had always been so cheery and hopeful. You had been so excited to be married but this was so lackluster. You didn’t feel loved. You wanted to be loved. You werent even sure if you loved Arata. I mean, how would you know if you were in love with him? You barely spoke. No matter. The day was coming to an end once again and you were preparing for bed. You carefully slipped into the covers and listened to the chirping of bugs outside as you drifted to sleep. 

You didn’t sleep long though. A sudden rattle from outside of your bedroom startled you awake. You snapped your head toward the door to see if someone was coming in. When nobody came in you noticed that you had begun to sweat profusely when you had been sleeping. It took a few moments but eventually you realized how hot you felt and how your head ached strongly. You pulled down the sheets to cool off and laid back in bed, trying to sleep. Your effort was useless as the feelings only seemed to worsen as the night passed by and morning came.

Just like every morning, Arata came to knock on your door and tell you that breakfast was ready and that he was going out to run errands.

“Miss y/n, breakfast is ready and waiting downstairs and I’m going to go and run my errands. Are you awake?”

No response.

Arata knit his brows together in concern. He had figured out that you always woke up at 6 am every morning and you always answered him with a cheerful response. So he tried again. When he still received no response he made the choice to go into your room to check on you.

“Y/n I’m coming in!”

Arata carefully pushed the door open and laid eyes on your figured, strewn uncomfortably across the bed. He noticed your skin shining with sweat and hurried over. You must be sick. Arata placed the back of his hand to your forehead, your skin burning hot against his hand. You needed a doctor, quickly.

“Y’n, I’m going to call for a doctor… please don’t attempt to get out of bed, you seem very sick…”

With that, Arata rushed out of the room to get a doctor.

In the meantime, you shivered despite your body heat, your lower jaw trembling. You had never felt this horrible, you just wanted it all to be over. Your mind wandered to how worried Arata had sounded when he found you lying sickly in your bed and it nearly made your heart skip a beat. You replayed his tone of voice in your mind to keep yourself sane while he was gone.

When Arata returned, he had a doctor at his side. The doctor introduced himself but you were too dazed to care, and at this point, all of your reason was out the window. As the doctor examined you, you whimpered out Arata’s name. You wanted, no, needed comfort.

Arata stiffened slightly at the tone you used while saying his name. It was so desperate and filled with pain. It tugged at his heart and he swore he felt his heart drop into his stomach. Without thinking about it, he reached out and held your hand. He didn’t stop to think that you may have something that could pass to him, he just did it.

“I’m here…”

He assured you. His voice made your currently overstimulated self cry. Arata immediately worried he had done something wrong. The doctor pulled his tools away from you and put them away in his bag, ready to give a diagnosis.

“This is likely a strain of influenza.”

The doctor ripped a paper out of his small notepad and used a pen from his pocket to scribble down an address and a prescription medication.

“When you have time, go down to the pharmacy and get her that medication. It will bring down the fever. Make sure to keep a close eye on her.”

Arata nodded firmly, his eyes stuck on you after taking the paper. Without another word, the doctor left and Arata stayed by your side.

“Y’n… I’m going to go and get you this medicine… it will help you to feel better. I promise to be fast…”

In response, he was met with a whine and once again without thinking, he leaned over you, planting a kiss to your forehead. This action shocked him. He noticed the lack of thought he had given to holding your hand and now this. It worried him. He didn’t know why he was acting this way.

Arata made a point to hurry and acquire the medicine. As soon as he got home, he never left your side. He stayed there for weeks to bring you back to health from this nasty case of influenza. You were just now finally coming out of it, able to sit up in bed and speak at last. No chills or shakes anymore, just a minor fever that would surely be gone by morning. Yet here Arata was, still worried about you, insistent on hand feeding you your lunch. You had tried to protest at first but it had been no use, so you let him.

“Arata…”

You begin speaking in between bites and he pauses feeding you to listen to you.

“Yes?”

He gives you a look of questioning.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me… and for that kiss…”

Arata’s cheeks flushed and he seemed to swallow hard at the memory. He had almost forgotten about it.

“Yes… well… it would be a shame if you had not made it through… I admit we have barely spoken with each other since you arrived here.”

You nod and smile, admiring his embarrassment.

“I would love to spend more time with you… but I understand you must be a busy man”

Arata shifts uncomfortably in his chair that he had seated next to your bed.

“I admit… I am not actually overwhelmingly busy. I have been avoiding you because this was simply a marriage of opportunity, I didn’t want to force anything to happen between us”

You laugh at his words and quickly stop yourself, apologizing.

“Sorry- I just think it’s funny because I would prefer if you treated me more like a wife than assuming that I want nothing to do with you… You know where I think a good place to start would be?”

Arata looks at you intently, waiting for you to continue.

“This…”

You move your hand to his cheek gently, pushing a couple stray hairs out of the way and pressing your lips to his forehead. His cheeks suddenly burn bright red and he almost seems like he’s glowing.

“That’s a thank you… for the one that you gave me…”

Arata sat, star-struck by your boldness. He looked at you with such a curious and tender expression this time. You know what? He could live with this whole arranged marriage situation… You were more than just his purpose now, you were his reason.

[crowlixcx]

When I walk into a room of people, the first person I look for is you.

(crowley's version)

[pipinpali]

Little fan animation of @tthevoic3s's series From Blood Births Life and Death,, (specifically chapters 8 and 9... )

Might not look too good since im still trying to figure out my new drawing program ,, but i think it turned out decently.