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Rules (Post ver.)

bc it occurs to me mobile tumblr makes seeing the rules page difficult, here it is in post form:

No charater/character. Not on this blog, that kind of defeats the point.

Unless specified otherwise requests for scenarios are open!

Scenarios will have a gender-neutral reader unless you ask specifically for otherwise.

You can request: Scenarios, Headcanons, or Characters reactions to x thing

You can ask that something be written in 3rd person, if you perfer that. Otherwise It will be written in 2nd person POV.

Currently there is only one mod on this blog (Allynn) and I write for:

Danganronpa: 1, 2, v3

Fire Emblem: Awakening, Fates, Echoes (SoV), Three Houses

Judgment/Judge Eyes

Lord of Heroes

Persona: 3, Portable, 4, Q1, & 5

Final Fantasy: 7, 13, 15

Genshin Impact

GSNK

Your Turn To Die

Yu Yu Hakusho (only major characters)

*I know about the events of the dr3 anime, but I don’t know the characters (exclusively) from it very well. I don’t take Another Episode requests for the reason that most of the characters that exclusively appear in it are small children, but I also know what happens in it.

**The reason I take Judgement requests but not the series it spun off from is because I only know stuff from 0, kiwami 1 & 2. Judgement is easier because it’s self contained

I would be open to having another mod!

I now take nsfw requests, for the rules for that specifically find them [here]

For Scenarios: Limit of 2 characters per ask.

For Headcanons: Limit of 6 characters per ask.

[bunni-v1]

Did you see lohens trailer ? I just felt tears running down my leg you NEED to write about him

Float Like A Butterfly…

🍓Wrote this in an hour, not edited, just really wanted to write something for him. I know you probably wanted nsfw, but it didn’t go there lol. Hope you enjoy regardless.

TW: Fighting; Reader stabs a guy; Lohen kills a guy; no graphic depictions of blood and gore, but it’s still violence; potentially ooc, he’s not out yet so…; NOT EDITED!!!

Butterflies: Small, harmless, pretty. They flutter about, pollinating the flowers, showing off their pretty colorful wings to the world. They come in a variety of species, monarch, red laced, and the little one on his finger. You’d called it a Morpho, blue wings patiently opening and closing as it rests upon his glove. Lohen likes things like these, innocent and graceful, but holding a poisonous little secret.

What most people fail to understand about butterflies is, while mostly harmless, a large amount of them are full of toxins that make their predators sick. They eat from poison plants as caterpillars and retain their toxins into adulthood. The bright colorful wings are warnings, not just pretty details to make humans ooh and ahh at them. Hmm, reminds him of someone.

Fingers snap in his face, and he follows the hand to your impressively disarming pout. Were his hand not occupied by your little friend, he’d lean his head into it and admire you for a little while. You’d been talking about your garden, how the lack of rain this year had been causing you trouble, he’d heard the whole thing. He never stops listening, especially not to you, but you always doubt it.

“Were you even listening? You’re off in the clouds again—“

“Of course, you’re thinking about trying new soil, right?” He hums, turning his hand to observe the pretty wings better.

“I—“ You stutter, take a breath, and start again, “I was, yes. Flora and I were talking about it, everything’s too dry here this year… she wants to go to Liyue Harbor for something better, but… well I didn’t want her to go alone.”

He pauses, “You’d go all the way to Liyue for some soil?”

You nod, hand on your hip defiantly, “If my plants aren’t growing the caterpillars can’t eat, which means no more pollinators which means my plants can’t grow— er, sort’ve.”

“Vicious circle,” He comments absently, “You planned on going alone?”

You shrug, he doesn’t like when you shrug, so flippant with your own wellbeing, “Probably. Maybe I’d go with some merchants familiar with the area—“

“I’ll come with you,” he states, flat and refusing argument.

Finally he shakes the butterfly from his hand, watches as it erratically flaps its wings, then finds purchase on your shirt. He supposes you’re about as sweet as nectar. Standing, he chases it from your shoulder too. Pettily refusing to share your sweetness with even the smallest of things.

You’re not impressed by any of it, “You have a responsibility to Mondstat.”

“I do…” he hums, almost lamenting, “Oh, and lookie here, a citizen of Mondstat! A very clumsy one, at that. What’s that, it’s my responsibility to ensure all citizens are safe and satisfied?”

“Alright, alright, enough,” you laugh, pressing his shoulder playfully, “if you can get the okay from Jean then I guess I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Why not Varka?” He hums, teasing.

“Varka’s too soft,” you snicker.

————

Lohen shows up on your doorstep three days later with a smug grin plastered on his face and a signed paper excusing him from his duties for the next two weeks. You nearly believe he’s forged it, if not for the fact that Jean herself confirms it when you bump into her around lunchtime, “He’d be insufferable with you gone.” Among other reasons she cites.

So, thoroughly defeated, you and Lohen prepare to leave early in the morning. The trip would be relatively long on foot, but having company makes it easier, at least. The first while in Mondstat is a breeze, and crossing the border doesn’t take much time and effort either. The issue seems to arise when you’ve just begun to arrive in Guili Plains. It’s the longest stretch of road without any settlements or outposts, meaning treasure hoarder presence was high.

You think, certainly, because it’s early morning things won’t be so bad. What idiot strikes in the middle of the day? Lohen is sturdy at your side the whole time, relaxed with his fingers loosely entwined with yours. Another reason to let your guard down. Lohen would never let anyone hurt you, not if he had a say in it.

“Liyue is so pretty,” you comment, taking in the greenery around you.

He hums, “You’ve only been one time before, right?”

“When I was little,” you answer, “My parents came for some celebration with an old friend— I don’t remember.”

“Maybe I’ll have to take you out more,” he muses, “I think you’d like Fontaine—“

“Ooo, yes please! The flora there is just so otherworldly, I’d kill to see it in the wild.”

“Fontaine it is then.”

A loud shout cuts both of you of, Lohen’s relaxed demeanor immediately sharpening, air ice cold around both of you. Your fingers tighten reflexively in his, seeking soothing and comforting him all the same. He squeezes back, stiff, and another shout for help sounds off in the distance. You see the way he assesses the situation, so quick how he breaks down his strategy. You suppose that’s how he became vice captain so quickly. Still, it makes your heart race just how… hot it is. God, you should not be thinking that right now.

“That wall there,” he says, pointing to a crumbled ruin, “Hide behind it. Don’t make a sound.”

You nod, obediently following his instructions. He watches you until you can’t see him any longer, and you’re sure he watches some more just to be safe before he stalks off in the opposite direction to deal with whatever it was you’d heard. Your heart is racing, but you trust you’ll be alright. Lohen couldn’t be too long, not with the way he fights.

Still, seconds tick by and your breath is ragged from nerves. You try to stay calm, but your heart races even after the shouting stops. Nothing less than Lohen would soothe you now, but what else can you do but sit and obey?

Footsteps, heavy and uncaring come from beside you. You clamp your fingers around your mouth, tuck your knees to your chest. Whoever they belong to is muttering something under their breath, his voice is unpleasant, like sandpaper to your ears. You pray they’ll just move on, leave you alone, but of course they don’t.

They stumble down the steps in front of them, landing squarely in front of you. For a moment, both of you are frozen in place, terror seizing your being. Then, this large man about twice your size, lunges at you. It takes all you have to doge out of his way, but you manage it. Scrambling up to your feet.

Fight or flee? Maybe it’s all the time you’ve spent with Lohen, but when he lunges at you again you kick him squarely in the stomach. He stumbles back, recovers and comes at you again. Faster, harder, angrier. It’s all you can do to move out of the way, still he clips your shoulder and you come down with him.

The wind rushes from your lungs, leaving you gasping for air long enough for him to find his way on top of you. Legs swung over your hips, weight crushing your body hard enough you’re afraid they might fracture. His hands are wrapping around your throat the second you get enough air, squeezing tight, blocking the flow.

“Boss’ll give me a pretty penny for someone like you,” he sneers, teeth dirty and breath foul.

What that means, you don’t want to find out. You won’t find out. It’s a rookie mistake to leave the hands free, which is exactly how you’re able to get the dagger from your side. A gift from Lohen when he’d first started courting you. Ironic how you’d sworn up and down you’d never need it. You take the handle, and stab it as hard as you can into his forearm.

Instantly he crumples, releasing you long enough you can stab into his side. He lets out another strangled sound, falling off you to the ground. You scuttle away, terrified and desperate. The man, somehow still coherent enough, grabs your ankle and keeps you there. Dirty fingers in a bruising grip, so hard you nearly feel the bones snapping.

His face is twisted up into pure, unfettered rage. Murderous. You try to kick at him, try to reach over and stab, but he’s learned his lesson in restraining. Grabbing your wrist tightly with his other hand. You feel small, helpless. Like your wings had been ripped off in one fell swoop.

His face is near satisfied, anger melting into crazed excitement. Then a spear rips through his skull. You flinch away at the sight of it, dagger dropping to the ground in favor of shielding your face from the gore. His grip releases as you tug away, and a familiar presence takes his place instead. Not before kicking the corpse to the side, of course.

You don’t fully process who saved you, though, curling away from the touch. Terrified another, more angry, more violent man had come after you. And, yes, those things are true… this one would never hurt you. Even as he pries your hands from your face in a less than gentle grip, he lets you kick at him until your brain catches up.

When it does, you nearly throw yourself at him, wrapping him into a tight hug he reciprocated without hesitation. He is eerily calm, heart rate even and steady, not like the usual battle hungry man you know. It scares you a little, the mania he usually has replaced with a calm, simmering rage so unlike him.

“I’m-“

“I made a miscalculation,” he states, pulling you up without releasing, “You fought hard, good job.”

It was factual, lacking the usual teasing lilt he normally had. You push away, just enough to see his face, and find it just as flat as his tone. Some of it melts away when you look at him, relief you think. He was angry, though, burning with it. Boiling behind his eyes in a way he normally resisted. No delight in the hunt this time.

“Are you alright?” You ask, fingers finding his face. They’re bloody, you realize, but he doesn’t flinch at all.

He takes a deep breath, letting himself calm just a little, then his usual smirk is back, “Should’ve tortured him, would’ve sent a clear message to his friends.”

“Lohen—“

“I know, I know,” his hands go up in mock defense, “Let’s just get out of here and get you cleaned up.”

You gaze down at your bloodied clothes, grateful it isn’t yours, and nod in agreement. He takes your travel sack from your shoulders and picks the discarded dagger from the ground. You watch him play with it for a little while, attackers blood still shimmering on the blade.

“I think I’ll have to teach you self-defense before we go to Fontaine,” he mumbles, flipping the dagger one last time.

You huff, “I think I did pretty well for myself.”

“Sure you did,” he grins, “but you can do better. I’ll make sure you do better.”

“Whatever you like, Lohen,” you give up with a shrug.

He watches you a couple seconds longer than he needs to. Clothes stained with the blood of your attacker, eyes tired. Still, somehow the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Then, as if the universe heard his thoughts, a yellow winged butterfly floats over and lands right on your shoulders. He swipes it away once more, replacing it with his arm around you. Yeah, they really were like you.

[yoonzise]

idk how to spell his name

[readerxlit]

Anon with the fic taking place around when they found out about nyx: your understanding of fanfic terms is fine! It is added to the To-Do list!!

Edit: oh also! If you see this please let me know which name for him you'd prefer I use! Since it's your request I want it to- if possible- be the name you prefer for him!

[readerxlit]

The anon from last time, glad to see that you’re still hanging around and (hopefully!) doing well.

I saw that you’re taking requests at the moment. If you don’t mind, could you write male reader and Makoto/Minato going on dates? Like what would be an ideal date, maybe something goes wrong, etc. Nothing specific so feel free to write whatever with this one.

Btw, I’m really hyped for P3R, we get to see more of our door in action

Thank you! I was going through a rough patch(or several), so sorry about the delay, but thank you gor your patience! And yeah I'm super hyped for p3r! Everything they've shown looks so good and our dearest door looks so squishable lmao. Anyway I hope it's okay I did bullet-point headcanon. I did intend to add a scenario at the end, too, but tumblrs app had an error where the edit button disappeared and this ended up queued before it was finished. If you want a straight up scenario of this you can send another ask and I'll mark it priority! (Even this ends kinda abruptly bc of this I apologize)

Also: I've used Minato I hope that's alright since you used both names in your ask. If you'd have preferred the other let me know, it would be a simple fix.

Minato/Makoto and dates (Male reader)

Minato's primary drive in a date is ensuring you're happy. In spite of his "I don't care" shtick, Minato cares a lot, and thus date's are no exception.

Presuming you've both decided to be open about dating, he would allow a bit more open affection (hand holding and the like) even though PDA isn't usually his go to.

Now as for the dates themselves:

Obviously lunch/dinner dates are always a good option, so it's no surprise he chooses those quote often.

Minato is more likely to stick to things he knows you'll like. So while the restaurant itself might change, don't expect him to upgrade in price levels, even if it is a serious relationship, unless you bring it up first.

Or if you're choosing the location, I guess. Because, of course, Minato doesn't make all the date choices. He's very open to letting you choose where you go unless he specifically invited you out with special plans in mind.

Though he will give his thoughts on your choices, Minato is typically just happy to be out with you, in general.

(Minato might openly admit he feel lucky to have a boyfriend he can go on dates with, if asked.)

And, really, since you're both boys he doesn't need to work around the expectations of the boyfriend making the choices. (Not only are you both the boyfriend but he never cared about that kind of outdated stuff, anyway.)

Other than meals, he's always up for a classic movie date, or karaoke. The former is a nice low-energy date and the latter one he's more up to on his higher energy days.

Though the privacy of either is nice. Even if you're not openly together it's easy to get away with more, though still subtle, affection.

On rare occasion Minato might take you out somewhere more open. The shrine is convenient to just hang out, but it's not exactly date material. If you leave port island, though, a park date is an option.

It's something he'd put a surprising amount of thought into. If you even mentioned the idea offhand, he'd eventually bring it up.

Here's the thing about if something goes wrong, though: Minato takes it in stride.

He may pout frown about plans being ruined, but Minato is quick on his feet. It's easy enough for him to redirect.

No space available at the restaurant? That's okay, there are others. And if not you can get ingredients and he can cook. Minato knows just enough about cooking that it might even be better than the original plans.

Movie sold out? Get later tickets, he'll take you to do something else in the meantime. As long as you're together, he's happy with that.

Weather take a dramatic turn for the worse? Find a warm restaurant or go home together. Get a nice warm meal together instead.

The longer you're together the more likely Minato is to suggest stay-home dates. Offering to make nicer dinners and set the table properly.

Part of it is a general convince, but a lost of it is the privacy.

Even of you are open about you're relationship, Minato is well aware how people look are two boys being together. That along with the fact he's generally not a PDA person means he holds himself back quite a bit in public.

He's far more affectate when alone. Trying to spend the whole time touching you in some way. (Hand on yours, shoulders or thighs touching, head on your shoulder or vice versa.)

[readerxlit]

Uhhhhh I accidentally queued an unfinished post bc Tumblr literally took away my edit button on the draft and queue pages?????

Sorry about the lies on the post saying it has a scenario at the end mobile tumblr wtf?

It's only on this blog too I don't understand

[readerxlit]

whoops i never updated how many requests i had, though now its accurate!

Edit: no I did I just missed one of them when I got the new one OTL. NOW it's accurate.

Anon your request is added to the to-do list!

Sorry to everyone for the delays, stuff happens you know how it is. I have other things taking priory atm but I will get back to them!

[rxsesarepretty]

pairing: Зима x gn!reader note: Зима means 'winter', fluff a/n: im so obsessed with Зима, he's so cute <3 wc: 0.6k

Зима [zima] stood quietly off to the side, eyes scanning the milky snow for something he could focus on. you were chatting with a vendor, laughing softly as you guys talked over the prices and other things. though, zima tried not to let it bother him, he couldn't shake off the nagging feeling you preferred the vendor's company over his. his chickadee ruffles its feathers, turning away from your direction and choosing to peck at zima's coat. irritated, zima grumbles, exhaling a long breath that crystallises into a trail of fog in the air. he watches as it dissipates, silently wishing the same thing could happen to the man you were talking to right now. his gaze falls back down to the ground, and he crouches down, deciding to write in the fresh fallen shimmer. forgetting that he had been writing on paper a few hours before, ink from his gloves stains the snow. a dark trail following his pointer finger as he prints letters in the snow. he rubs his eyes after a while, a yawn leaving his throat as a small shiver runs down his spine. your conversation with the vendor must have ended by now, no? although, zima doesn't bother to look, too engrossed in his snowy creation. he doesn't notice when you stroll over to him, kneeling down beside him in the snow and ruffling his hair. zima's gaze meets yours, fatigue pooling behind those silver depths. his lips turn into a pout when you withdraw your hand, missing the warmth you provided momentarily. his chickadee seems to brighten up once it recognises you, flying over to rest on your shoulder and nuzzle your neck. a gentle laugh escapes your lips, as you run your fingers lightly over the bird, returning its affection. zima remains silent, rather wiping the excess snow off his glove. zima wanted to question you on why you had spent so long with that man, you two seemed to be talking as if your lives depended on it. why, it had made his stomach twist, his fists clenching so hard his nails would have pierced his palm if not for his gloves. it wasn't until your hand rested over his did he notice how unsettled he was. zima sighs heavily, his eyes falling down to the snow where his small work of art was. you follow his gaze, grinning when you see what he's drawn. in the snow, he had clumsily drawn a heart with your name etched inside of it. as if he had never even attempted to draw the heart and just perfected the way he printed your name. it causes you to almost chuckle, but you're afraid he might take it the wrong way. nevertheless, you appreciated the effort he had put in. so you remove one of your gloves, writing his name in the snow and drawing a heart around it as well. it took a while for zima to realise his heart speeding up, placing a hand over his chest as if in fear you could hear it.  zima's envy for the vendor had dissolved into thin air, leaving him wondering why he had felt that way in the first place. as he stood up, zima wiped off the excess snow off his scarf that had collected from it brushing the ground. you followed suit, getting up and putting your glove back on. zima paused, lazily scanning you, until his hands gently cupped your cheeks. drawing you closer, your lips meet his in a heartfelt kiss. putting in all the energy he had left in his weary, ridden body, before pulling away.

with a firm grip on your hand, zima whisked you away from the area, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. the most satisfying aspect of the kiss was witnessing the shocked expression on the vendor's face as he watched the two of you leave.

[readerxlit]

Hello? I wonder can I have a request? The reader is Makoto yuki's lover, the reader has witnessed his death. Several years after his death, the reader joins IT, but she still summons Persona with her evoker and is several years older than the members of IT. How will Makoto react to adult readers in Persona Q1. (My grammar is still not very good, I hope you can understand)

Thank you for your patience, life has gotten in the way but I'm finally here with your request. (And, hey, your grammar is fine! I understood. In fact this is an idea I have also had in the past!) Thank you for the request!

You've changed. Time has affected you, of course. Being from a couple years in the future of the SEES members, it's obvious you're older. You can't keep your expression completely in check when you look at them. Knowing something you won't say. Looking at him- at Makoto- with something you won't say.

You still use an evoker, even though you don't need to by now. "It's more reliable, after using it so long." You still use it, but so much more naturally than your old teammates are used to you using it with.

Makoto doesn't know how to rectify the two versions of you. His teammate, his friend, his love, the person who should be at his side. The person you still are. Even if only because you follow on instinct. If only because you reach for him with long unused habits you can never quite lose.

But you're different, too. Older, not just than when he last saw you; you're older than the other members of the Investigation team. The oldest of the group, though you still look to Yu for leadership. At least when you aren't looking to Makoto.

"Is something wrong?" He's been staring for a while. It isn't surprising you noticed. Fidgeting under his gaze. Knowing he must have noticed the ways you're acting. "Makoto?"

"No." Makoto shrugs. You know him well enough to read the subtle changes in his expression, though. He knows that, too.

"Then?"

"Maybe I just want to look at you." A startled scoff leaves at his teasing. You would have been embarrassed, once. Now you just look fond. Nostalgic. As if you've missed this. Missed him.

"You're not usually that cheesy."

"So I won't change much?"

You flinch. Barely, but it's enough that Makoto can see it. Enough that he knows something has changed. He says your name, a barely whispered question.

"You haven't changed at all." There's so much hurt hiding underneath your words he doesn't want to face. What could have happened? Why do you look at him as if-

"Oh." He smiles at you, just barely.

"What is it?"

"Nothing." He's figured it out. You both know. But Makoto says nothing except, "I'm sorry."

"Makoto-"

"I love you." He needs to tell you, even if you won't remember he has.

"Of course you do, I'm your girlfriend," you say, teasing. But there's that fond expression again. The bittersweet feeling between you.

"Are you?" Are you still, he means. You look away.

"I love you," you say, instead of addressing the reality. No, you aren't. How can you be when he's not there? When you've grown into adulthood without him? It hasn't been long, really. You love him, probably always will, but you can't be with him.

He wouldn't want that.

"Okay," Makoto says, simply. Accepts what you won't say. He doesn't want to hurt you. Simply takes and holds onto every little detail of the ways you've changed, while you take in how much he's the same as you remember.

Eventually, before everyone returns to their own times, curiosity will get the better of Makoto.

"Were you there?" He asks.

"What?"

"When I-"

"We all were," you say. So that he cant put it into words. He died. You were all there, when he stopped breathing. It was horrible.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay..." it isn't. "I don't think you regretted it."

"I should regret something." You stare at him, but Makoto shrugs off your confusion. "It hurt you."

Oh. It did. He watches the way you tense at the acknowledgement. Then, with a maturity unfamiliar to him, you breathe a sigh and tell him, "I'm okay."

"I'm glad I got to see you."

You hesitate at the sudden change in conversation. Makoto only offers a barely visible smile. "What do you mean?"

"When you're older." Makoto grabs on of your hands in one of his. "You got cooler."

"Cooler, huh?" You open your mouth to tease him about not thinking you were cool, originally, but he cuts you off.

"Pretty, too."

"Now you're just- you're teasing me."

"A little."

You've changed. In a world without him, you've grown into something different. But the light flushing of your face as he drops monotone descriptors on you hasn't.

You're still you, so Makoto will remind you he loves you, for this little extra time you've been given. Even if you might not remember.

[readerxlit]

The older anons Request is in the queue to post finally! The newer one is up next to be worked on

[readerxlit]

To anon: thank you! I'll probably say that again when I actually answer your request but I just want to say it's on the to-do list, so you know I got it!

[readerxlit]

Yo, idk if you’re still around but I just wanna say that I found your AO3 account first before your tumblr and I really liked your Makoto x Reader stuff. Especially because they include a male reader. You’ve done gods work and I hope you’re doing well these days friend

I am still around! I'm just very inconsistent with posting, and recently things have been going on, but yeah, still here!

Thank you for reading! I'm glad you liked them!

[readerxlit]

Anon: request received. I'm sick at the moment, but I'll start working on it once i'm recovered

[anystalker707]

Anything? Anything.

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 1 200 Summary: It was a simple request for Sanji that turned into an absolute teasing mess. Tags: Very boyfriend content / Sanji using lipstick / Lots of affection

A/N: idc if this shit is out of character, im dumb. pls enjoy.

MASTERLIST

Sanji had developed such a devotion for you that it was even weird for the others not to see him simping for every woman that crossed his way, but it was also comforting seeing him receive back all the dedication and love he expressed. Though, it was annoying how he wouldn’t shut up about you sometimes; every single thing managed to remind him of you, and send him into a spiral of chaos. In fights, it would be rather good that someone brought your name up—he would do whatever he could not to leave you alone at the end of the day—, Zoro could already see their enemy dead whenever they happened to mention you.

With all of this taken on account, it was no new Sanji would do absolutely anything for his lover. His boundaries weren’t exactly clear, that way. A lot of conversation was needed to solve this and reassure him that you wouldn’t leave just because he told you that he wasn’t okay with something, and thankfully evolved into the harmony you had today.

Nonetheless, it was still a little difficult to offer new things to Sanji without always knowing clearly if he would accept it because he really wanted it or because he just wanted to make you happy. He could notice something bothered you every single time, on the other hand, of course; Sanji read you like a book. It was the main reason you were sort of avoiding him today—avoiding handling his sad worried face trying to figure out what was wrong with you, even more when it was a stupid situation. Like today.

The idea was very fucking good, though it was maybe just a little awkward, in your mind. You weren’t ready to have your little mental imagines killed down so easily. Why did he have to be so hot, anyways?

Sanji suddenly showed up on the deck, looking around until his eyes softened at your sight, and waltzed over with his hands clasped together. A kiss was pressed to your cheek once he was close enough. “(Y/n), baby, what’s wrong? Are you falling sick? Are you hungry? Do you need a hug? I’ve barely seen the light of my life today!” He took a seat next to you on the stairs.

“Sorry, San!! No, no, there’s nothing wrong at all!” You shook your head frantically, pulling him for a tight hug he immediately melted in—he didn’t deserve to feel bad because of a stupidity of yours, a tempest in a teapot. “I’ve just... been thinking.”

There was a short moment of silence before he sat up properly to look at you, taking both of your hands in his. “About what? Did I do anything to hurt you, mon amour?”

“I— No, of course not, you never did!” You brought your hands up to give his knuckles a little kiss. “Sanji, y’know you can always refuse to do stuff and let me know how you feel about anything, right?” The little pout you received in response had you raising an eyebrow inquiringly.

“Yes, my love!” Sanji squeezed your hands. “I know you’re very understanding of everything! I couldn’t be luckier!” Reacting to his pampering was a rollercoaster—sometimes you’d feel your ego burst, sometimes feel like you didn’t deserve it, but you’d never give it up, no matter what.

Your eyes flickered over his form for a long moment, watching Sanji throw his nose in the air with a grin, an expression that was exchanged for a curious one at how you let go of one of his hands so you could reach into your pocket. “Would you try it on?” In your hand, there was a tube of... of what? Sanji furrowed his eyebrows before he reached for it curiously, uncapping it. Oh. Dark red lipstick—it almost sent his cheeks burning in the same tone. “You can always say no—”

“Of course I would, mon amour! Anything for you!” Sanji had that stupid smile on his face as he put his cig aside and rolled the lipstick until just enough pointed out, and looked at himself through the small mirror on the top of the cap.

Well, shit. Was he just being impulsive or did he really mean it? “Sanji, you don’t need to...” Your words faded at the sight of the blond just putting on the lipstick. He smacked his lips together before turning to you with a smirk. That really was... something. It wasn’t a sight you were used to, of course, so it would take you a while of observing so you could finally decipher whether you liked it or not. “It is... Um, you look...”

Sanji chuckled lowly, letting his strands fall more over his face. “Well, my love, I’m not quite wearing it for the looks, no! It’s for a much more honorable reason!”

“And that would be...?”

His lips met your cheek before you could even finish. He didn’t even stop there, continuing to press kisses to your face until his lips crashed against yours, a desperate kiss that demanded more from you. You could taste the sweet lipstick on the kiss.

“Sanji...” You sat there dumbfounded while he ran the lipstick over his lips again. What the hell was that? Not that it was bad, no—it hard your heart skipping beats and your mind all fuzzy.

Sanji pressed kisses all over your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and even daring to stain the collar of your shirt. “Hm? What, mon chéri? Cat got your tongue?” His lips ticked against your skin, but all you could do in response was to spill out some incoherent words breathlessly, barely able to even hold onto his shoulders for support, looking at the sky, though staring at the nothing. He pulled away just enough to meet your eyes and blinked with an innocent air that would trick anyone who didn’t know him any better, and also those smeared lips—you wouldn’t be surprised if he just straight up killed you at some point. You were just collapsed back, with edges of the higher steps of the stairs digging into you back, and his arms wrapped around your torso, and you didn’t even fucking know when that happened.

A chuckle came from Sanji before he could continue what he was doing, his lips pressing butterfly kisses up and down your neck before they started getting longer, lingering over your skin with sucks and nibbles. It felt as if he couldn’t be close enough to you, as if he’d never get enough of you. His mouth reached a particular spot that compelled your hands to wrap around the fabric of his shirt tightly whilst you fought against the sound that threatened to escape your throat, pressing your eyes shut.

“Where is he...” A voice said, a voice that didn’t belong to you nor to Sanji, but it wouldn’t be a problem, right? They— “What the fuck are you two doing?! Don’t you even have enough decency to get a bedroom?!! You’re even letting the goddamn food burn!!!” Zoro stood there, having you jumping and pulling away from each other the moment he started fucking shouting.

Not like you could get your thoughts straight properly to react in time, hence you sort of sat there, blushing at how you were caught, but also at how you kept replaying the recent events in your mind in an attempt to process everything.

“Mon Dieu, the food!” Sanji gasped, immediately pushing himself up to his feet. “I’m sorry, mon amour! I’ll be back later!”

“Look at your state!” Zoro continued shouting. “What do you think you’re doing to let food burn just because you want some kisses, you ero-cook?!”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[anystalker707]

Maybe unrequited feelings

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 2 800 Summary: The way he treated you made you wonder if he didn't like you, but it seems to be quite the opposite. Tags: Sanji is just a babygirl / Shy Sanji A/N: I'm still learning how to write for op

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          It felt off, really. Were you ugly or something? Maybe annoying. Or just not his type. It all always bugged you a little, an insistent thought in the back of your mind that always resurfaced whenever you saw Sanji with heart eyes pampering whoever he found attractive. Something shifted in your chest whenever you watched it happen, so it wasn’t much different now, watching him talk to whatever person that sat two tables away from you.

That was supposed to be a nice day, shaped for relaxing and clearing your minds on this new island. The crew had divided itself in two parts at some point, with Luffy, Franky, Usopp, Brook and Zoro wandering off at the moment they saw the local commerce, an activity you and the others weren’t really up to, given the intense heat. In the light of this, at the moment, you sat at a small table outside a little restaurant with Nami, Robin, Chopper, and, previously, Sanji. His drink sat unattended at the table; its cold temperature clashed with the hot weather and resulted in a puddle of condensation at the base of the fancy glass.

“You seem a little off, (y/n). Are you sure you are alright?” Chopper asked. His eyes barely made it over the table and his straw made a comically long turn to go above the glass then down to reach his lips.

Your eyes averted to Chopper, but you just pursed your lips in a little funny pout that made him chuckle, so you couldn’t help and smile a little. “I’m fine, Chopper, don’t worry! Just thinking a little, ‘s all!” Why would you talk about it, in the first place? You were sure Robin was tired of your venting.

Nami raised an eyebrow at you, however, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned back against the chair. “Are you sure? I mean, I’ve been noticing something...” She trailed off, averting her eyes away in a badly played clueless manner; you looked at Robin out of instinct, and the chuckle she gave you in response had your cheeks warming up while you sat back on the chair, covering your face with your hands.

“Waaa, don’t leave me in the dark!” Chopper cried out, tugging at you and then at Nami. “What’s it? What’s it?” He almost walked over the table to do the same to Robin.

“Well, let’s say that Mx. (y/n) would enjoy a little more attention from our cook.” Robin smiled. You wondered how amusing the situation was for her. Even Nami herself seemed to have fun, giggling into her hand.

“Yeah, maybe...” You trailed off, letting your hands run through your hair, and decided to take a large sip of the drink to end it already and perhaps clean your mind a little.

“Eh?” Chopper looked at you for a long moment. “Then you can just—”

“(Y/n) has a crush on Sanji, Chopper!” The volume of Nami’s voice not only had your cheeks burning bright red, but also looking at Sanji to make sure he didn’t hear anything while Chopper made a scandal, as if he had heard the biggest gossip of his whole life—part of you hoped Sanji did catch on it and came over, even if it wouldn’t have the best outcome.

“B—But him, (y/n)?” Chopper’s jaw dropped. “H—He’s nice and all, but—”

“Look at the way you put it!” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head at Nami. “It’s not a crush... I’m just... interested. I would at least like to be friends with him, closer and all, but he just, um, treats me as if I were still new to the crew and all.” A sigh escaped your nose and your eyes drifted away from everyone else—you didn’t need their pitiful looks. What if it sounded a little too attention seeking? It wasn’t really your priority. Everything was fine as long as you and Sanji worked together just right during the fights and didn’t get in the way of each other’s objectives.

Nami hummed as she tilted her head. She didn’t remember Sanji ever directly asking you for your favorite dish so he could prepare it nor at least once urging to be paired up with you when you split up on any plan or adventure. “Now that you’ve mentioned it...” She raised her eyebrows and looked over at Sanji, scratching her chin. “Maybe there’s actually something up with this.”

“Would you like any of us to find out what is happening, (y/n)?” Robin asked you. “I suppose it could be of certain help since you want to be friends with him, at minimum.”

Worrying them wasn’t good—it made a weight set itself in the back of your mind—, but at the same time, something in your chest insisted that you accept it. Maybe there would be improvements you weren’t aware of at the moment. Silence your mind, even. That would be a great improvement, actually, not having you worry about something so constantly, as silly as it was.

“Well, I am not opposed to that,” you mumbled, absentmindedly playing with the straw inside the empty glass. “Just don’t tell him that I, um, am interested. I trust you.” Those words had Nami immediately grinning, rubbing her palms together; you glared at her along with Chopper, though he had more of curious eyes. “Correction, I trust Robin!”

You left after a quick exchange of words, once again telling how you trusted them and reminding them of your condition, this time deciding to go after Luffy and the others to find out what they were up to.

Walking with the others was fun. It was no surprise that Zoro was not with them, but you managed to find him after some point. At first, you were just making sure not to let him get lost, although you eventually got to a point in which you didn’t recognize your surroundings and didn’t see the others as well. As much as you insisted, Zoro just said you two would eventually find them again because you weren’t even lost. Technically you did find them, but it was just when the sun had already disappeared in the horizon, and dinner was already being served at Sunny.

“Hi!” You called as you took a seat next to Nami, happy to be at the ship again, and eyed her bowl with a hum of appreciation. “Sorry, we got lost!”

“We did not!” Zoro retorted; you chuckled with a roll of eyes, but wouldn’t argue, not this time.

“We—”

“Here, Mx. (y/n).” Sanji stood there bowing down, with a cloth over the arm he didn’t use to hand out the bowl with food that he had served for you. He was there, noticing you. Wow, you existed to Sanji as something aside from a fighting partner. “I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you.” Your voice was weaker than you’d like it to be. The bowl was warm, heating up your hands after a long day of holding glasses and cups of cold drinks, and the taste was better than ever. Nami’s eyes on you were difficult not to notice, however, you decided to ignore it for now, continuing to eat. What did they tell Sanji?

The empty dishes were set aside, being collected by Sanji and Chopper, while you talked with Nami and Robin, leaned against the railing while observing the waves crash against the side of Sunny. Once loud and crowded, now the island sat quiet since the people at the streets near the shore were in their homes already, plus that Zoro and Luffy already snored away wherever they were; the rest were probably off to their quarters or messing with anything else in the peace of the night.

Your talk with the girls had already faded away, leaving you busy with your thoughts instead, or at least until Nami spoke up again. “I’m going to be right back,” she said, leaving with no further explanation, disappearing inside the kitchen.

“Maybe I should go to sleep as well.” You yawned. Your muscles complained a bit with the way you rolled your shoulders in a futile attempt to get rid of the weight that clung to them. Lying down on your soft mattress would feel simply perfect after a long day like that.

Robin placed a hand over your forearm before you could move. “Can you just wait for Nami to return, with me?”

“Well, sure.” Just a little longer wouldn’t hurt. The thing is, it wasn’t just a little longer. You couldn’t keep your feet in the same place for long enough. You had spent the whole day walking around the city, so lying down wasn’t a bad idea at all. "Robin—"

"I think she is not coming back." Robin chuckled. "Come on." She nodded back to the kitchen—aw damn, she dragged you to the kitchen instead of the quarters' direction.

The kitchen was all quiet. Only Chopper was there, asleep in the corner, and the other two were nowhere to be seen. Robin moved to get a glass of water for herself and you did the same, hoping it would help you fight the tiredness a little. It did, thankfully, because Robin was taking you downstairs next. Why would she go to the bar, anyways?

Getting closer, you could hear Nami’s voice. She sounded stern. "...and you'll open that damn mouth of yours and speak, you hear me?" A hand rested on her hip while she held her index finger out at Sanji's face, looking like a mother scolding her kid, when you walked in.

"Yes, Nami-swam!" Sanji bit on his handkerchief that he held, sniffling and crying dramatically as he nodded frantically, with red cheeks. His wide eyes observed Nami proudly move back and cross her arms, with a smile lingering over her lips when she finally acknowledged your and Robin's presence. Oh. The idea of what could happen already had your cheeks heating up.

"We did have a talk earlier today, as you had asked, (y/n)." Nami’s humor took a turn again, turning light and sweet as it always was most of the time when it came to you.

A soft sigh escaped your nose; you nodded, not knowing where to look. Thankfully, it was happening, but it wouldn’t be a bad idea if it were over soon. You gulped, returning your attention to Nami in a silent request for her to continue. It was awkward, of course, because you were dragging Robin and Nami into a situation that wasn’t theirs, even if they were the ones to offer to help, in the first place. Sanji could be being bothered in unimaginable ways and then start hating you, you never knew.

“Well, I’m heading to bed. I don’t think it’s my business to interfere!” Nami said simply, waving a hand as she walked past you to leave the place, followed by Robin, who wished you a good night before she could leave.

A shiver ran down your spine and you felt reality finally crash over you at the moment their footsteps faded in the distance and Sanji sniffled again. You shook your head, scratching the back of your neck. “Um, look, I—”

“I’m so sorry, (y/n)-san!” Suddenly, he was on his knees right in front of you, frantically bowing. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t ever mean to make you feel this way! Truth is I actually like you a lot! I’m so sorry, (y/n)-san!” He cried out with that traditional drama of his that you’d always seen, but never directed towards you.

“You... like me?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confusion only growing when Sanji froze on his tracks and moved to sit back on his legs, with his hands clasped together over his chest.

“I—I, um, yes!” Sanji had his cheeks red; hell, that was something new since he wasn’t even drunk. How much did Nami scold him for him to be reduced to pieces like this? It was even funny. “I just don’t know what to... I felt like flirting with you all the same as the others wouldn’t work, it needed to be special, but I also didn’t know how else to approach you, I was just waiting for the right moment—” The whole blabbering had you questioning if he would die talking so much without taking a single breath, but then something clicked in your mind. Approaching you had to be...

“Special?” You questioned as you crouched down in front of him, and the new proximity had Sanji covering his face with his hands.

“Sorry for not being good enough and for my unrequited feelings! I never wanted to bother you, (y/n)-san!”

Unrequited feelings. You wanted to laugh, though you held it back because of the uncertainty regarding how he would react to it, so you instead just pressed your lips together into a smile as you looked at him. Sanji was about to bow again when you held onto his shoulder.

“I...” You sighed, gaze falling to the ground. “I wouldn’t call it unrequired.” An awkward chuckle escaped your lips, fading away into silence. Did you do something wrong? Aw, fuck. When you looked at Sanji again, his face burned bright red as blood flowed from his nose again. “Sanjiii!” You cried, shaking his shoulders to knock life back into him, and finally stopped when his hands wrapped around your wrists.

“You like me back, (y/n)-san?” And Sanji started blabbering again, this time soon falling silent with a soft cry muffled into the palms of his hands. Even though you couldn’t see his face, his ears were bright red. Who knew? Sanji actually liked you, and instead of being bold and flirty like he usually was with the people he was infatuated with, he got all shy instead.

Holding back another chuckle was impossible, letting your lips curl into a smirk as you poked his hand. “Ohh, so that’s why you get all shy around me? That’s why you avoid me? Because you don’t know what to do, afraid I won’t like you?” Whatever he said in response fell incoherent against his hands. “Hell, and me here thinking that you didn’t like me! Who knew I could’ve gotten the boy I wanted much earlier?” The words you chose had the exact effect you expected, flustering Sanji even more, though you didn’t imagine him to be quiet with it, whining about something you didn’t understand, once more. “Aw, Sanji!” Something in your chest shifted with the way he knelt there all small.

Sanji’s shoulders shrunk a little with the way you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, almost curling up into a ball right there when you pressed a kiss to his head.

“C’mon, can I see your face?” Your finger ran up and down the back of his hand, tracing a protruding vein before circling his knuckle. Gulping, Sanji shook his head. “Aw!” You pouted. “How am I supposed to kiss you, then? Not that I will be mad if you don’t want it to happen now, but it would be nice.”

His fingers twitched a little, and Sanji parted his fingers a little to look at you—you tilted your head with a smile in response. It was slow, but he did uncover his face, still never looking you in the eyes. Damn, and think that, among so many people, you were the one who could reduce him to such a state. His hands rested over his thighs, clenched into fists.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” you mumbled and cupped his cheek, leaning in. At first, it was only a brush of your nose against Sanji’s, experimentally—as light as the touch was, he still flinched and leaned back. Okay, maybe you were rushing... or not. He immediately leaned into your hand again, although closing his eyes.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“No, no, it’s fine.” You let your thumb run over his cheekbone. “I can just—” He shook his head again, so you interrupted yourself.

“Please...?” Sanji opened his eyes a little, letting his hand rest over yours.

Before you could start to overthink things, you just leaned in to finally press your lips to his. It was awkward at first, out of synchrony, slowly growing into something softer. His lips were a little cracked, letting you control the kiss then seeking yours when you threatened to pull away, so you deepened the kiss; he sighed softly. You only pulled away when the air wasn’t enough and let Sanji rest his head against your shoulder.

Only the sound of your breathing along with the water’s broke through the silence. A feeling tingled in your chest, making you feel nice all over; you couldn’t help but hug Sanji close, nuzzling his shoulder softly. A long sigh escaped your nose when you fell to reality again, noticing how your knees started to ache against the wooden floor.

“Hey, it’s late.” You patted his back. “How about we go to bed? Make sure to sleep well so we can enjoy the day tomorrow, okay?”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[readerxlit]

"Happy door day" here's some day-appropriate fic...

Minato keeps his promises. It's a simple thing, really. Only make promises you can keep, and then do. It's less effort than dealing with the consequences if he doesn't. So he agrees to lead SEES, and he does. He agrees to join student council, and he does.

He says he'll help you study one day, before exams. And despite an upcoming full moon and his own exams, he helps you through the material until you're confident you'll pass. His reward is your assistance avoiding other tasks so he can sleep more. He spends a whole weekend, from Saturday afternoon till Sunday evening in your room, napping in-between meals.

You wont remember it, but Minato promises to join the party SEES plans the throw once the fake Yasogami festival incident is over. And he does. None of you actually remember why your throwing the celebration, but you're all there. He's there, just like he said. At one point he holds his pair of chopsticks up to you, holding a piece of meat, and offers it up. Though he's weirdly insistent you let him feed it to you. It may or may not be worth Junpei's teasing when you accept it.

He promises to fight with you all. He doesn't take Ryoji's offer. You all face the end together. And he fights.

And he "wins." As much as you can call it that.

Minato tells you, a month before the third years graduate, that he, "might spend the rest of my life with you." He'd said it like a joke. Teasing. That neutral expression barely hiding amusement. You would be hard pressed to remember your exact response. But you know it was something light. Happy but unsubstantial. You had no reason to think Minato meant it more seriously.

Minato, like the rest of you, promises to go to the roof on graduation day. To meet up with you all. The day before he had acted so normal. Earlier in the day you'd seen him running around looking exhausted. But he does it.

He keeps his promise.

Minato always keeps his promises. He's with you to the end of his life. He makes it to the roof on graduation day.

You may have preferred he didn't keep them if it meant that wasn't the last time you saw him.

"I love you," Minato says, once. When your surprised, uncertainty shows, he says, "I promise."

Minato kept all of his promises. When you all find out exactly what happened, you make one to him. You all do. To live. To want to keep going. Even if it's hard. Harder, still, without him.

"Happy graduation day. Not that you actually got to graduate..." A pause, a sigh. "I love you."

Minato kept all of his, so you can at least keep this one.

[readerxlit]

Can I request a scenario where YU Narukami dates yosuke's younger sibling (gn reader pls)

You didn't specify so it's a bit all encompassing. Also I assumed the reader was not an IT member. Sorry it's short

Yu hesitated. It's a rare thing for him to do, but it was difficult not to when faced with the reality. He has feelings for his best friend's- his "partner"s- younger sibling. And when he was faced with the knowledge you returned said feelings, he hesitated.

Because wouldn't that be strange? Wouldn't that cause issues? Wouldn’t-

And yet he'd asked you out anyway. Yu had gently taken your hand, laid all his feelings- worries included- and asked you to date him. And, of course, you said yes. Thus you and Yu Narukami become a couple.

It's created a number of problems, but it's also given you many joys. Yu is a very caring, very attentive partner. Every problem you've had, he has been willing to try and solve.

"Hanamura-san-"

"Yu."

"Yes?"

"We're dating you can call me by my given name." And- you don't say- it feels a little weird that he calls your brother by his, but not you, his significant other.

Yu starts calling you by your name. Yosuke cringes whenever he sees you together in general, but especially once that starts. Were Yosuke not annoyingly overdramatic it would probably be funny.

Sometimes you think Yu is keeping things from you. Sometimes you worry that he trusts Yosuke with things he doesn't tell you. And, yet, when you ask, Yu's response is simple.

"I trust you completely." Then, when he realizes that doesn't fully satiate your doubts, "the only things I don't share with you are secrets others have." He doesn't say who, but based on how he and Yosuke's group of friends whisper together sometimes, you can guess.

Overall though, when all is said and done, Yu treats you the same he would any other significant other. Or at least any that's younger than him. Yu enjoys doing things for you- taking cre of you- and while at first it may have felt like he was treating you that way because you were his friend's younger sibling, you soon realized it was not. That's just the kind of person Yu is.

The only real distinctions come from your disaster of a brother. His complaints you've stolen his friend- his partner, which was an unfortunate choice of term on his end. You can make fun of him for that on occasion. Or that you hang around his friends too much now. Or, or. Yosuke's annoyance is funny, at least.

And worth suffering through for the warmth of Yu's smile, or his hand in yours.