#writingamateur

[littcaffeine]

This is the sun that I swallow every time I take a breath, hoping it sits on my lungs.

This is the love that I crave and wish stayed with me forever.

This is everything sweet, pure, and real.

[fanficradio]

Day 2 of the Holiday Fanfic Advent Calendar and today we’re sharing a Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction shared by the awesome @emblematik​  ​ featuring Seto Kaiba and Ishizu and written by the author, WritingAmateur.

You can read the story at:

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11711959/1/That-Time-of-Year

Rated: General Audiences

Description:

Seto Kaiba is working on Christmas eve... but Seto doesn't care about Christmas. Does he? Might be a two-shot with a New Year's Eve follow-up, if people would like one... Trustshipping, Seto x Ishizu. FLUFF CENTRAL.

So how can you participate?

1. Don’t forget to check the stories shared and share some love with their writers. A lot of love goes into every story written and what a great time to show these awesome writers some appreciation!

2. If you have a favorite Christmas/Hanukkah/Holiday story you’d like us to share, feel free to reply to one of the posts, message it to us or send it to us on twitter.

This is gonna be fun! We’re super excited about this and hope you guys have fun with it too!

[littcaffeine]

Don’t worry sun

You’d be loved as much

If only you appeared

Once or twice a month

Like the rain

We would glorify

Awe in your presence

We would say

The sun has arrived

Bright and encompassing

Her beaming light a golden

The way we say

Its raining tonight

What a bizarre form the sky has taken

All around us

She falls as if though she has a mission

In beautiful unison

The rain, she is so moody

Pathos

Like melancholy poetry

Powerful

Extreme she is, and thunderous

Rare

Beauteous

So unlike you, sun

But even then, sun

she comforts us

In the way she

Swallows the earth

While you kiss the plants

The way she

Nurtures

While you lighten

She glistens

The way you burn

While she embraces

She is a mother

You are an absent father

The earth drinks her

And in you,

Passively receives your overbearing affection

In her absence

The earth smells of aromatic love

Lingering

The scent of her touch

- something I wrote when I was sixteen and pretentious, on the kitchen table, the morning after a storm.