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[xvennela]

『Between Deadlines & Overdue Feelings』 - 『ATSULUCY』

pairings: atsushi x lucy (bungo stray dogs)

summary: after the ada party for their project completion, lucy feels lonely and atsushi is there to remind her that she isnt.

a/n: this is a small para i co-wrote from the series 'Between Deadlines & Overdue Feelings', a kunizai on ao3

it's an office, no-abilities AU focusing on kunikida and dazai

other ships mentioned include atsulucy, ranpoe, etc

Atsushi observed Lucy, her demeanor seemed more ticked off than usual that irked concern in him. Kenji had noticed it too, but nudged Atsushi to talk to her–knowing she would probably listen to him.

Kenji moved on about his routine, leaving Atsushi behind as the white-haired boy’s gaze shifted to Lucy, who immediately tensed up.

“What do you want?” Her face scrunched up in irritation.

“Is everything alright?” Atsushi asked, his eyes softening slightly.

The question caught the redhead off guard, as she stiffened up, her shoulders tensing more than they already were. “Yeah, of course I am. Why do you ask?” She grumbled, her eyes darted away, betraying the glimmer of softness in them.

“You know, you’re not alone; we're all there for you.”

Alone? Alone…?

That was all she was. Alone. And here he was thinking he could fix everything with just a few words. Who does he think he is?

“Shut up, don’t act like you know me.” She turned to him, “You are blessed with people surrounding you, loving you, appreciating you.”

“It wasn’t always that way!” Atsushi defended himself, enraged, tired of everyone thinking he has a perfect life. He had a horrible past that seemed to blur the lines of the past and present, the past that clung to him like a lifeline. He wished to be free from the abuse, the stinging words–even when he left the orphanage, it still haunts him.

The words left Lucy confused and conflicted, “You act like you’ve been abused in an orphanage!”

“Guess what?” Atsushi lifted his shirt to reveal two burn marks on his belly, “I was burnt. Burnt for being hungry. Burnt for taking another slice of bread.”

The words shut Lucy off, “I-” her stomach churned, she lifted her sleeve up, revealing burn marks of her own, painfully scarred on her arm, “I just wanted another piece of bread too.”

An awkward beat passed, as they shared a moment of silence, Atsushi’s gaze shifted from Lucy’s scars to her solemn face. Her expression was dull, her fists clenched and her brows knitted together, he could sense her inner turmoil.

“Montgomery-chan–” Atsushi spoke up, trying to break the silence.

“I feel lonely,” Her averted green eyes finally met his, as she interrupted him. “I feel lonely, Atsushi, ever since the day before yesterday–it just reminds me of that everyone has someone they rely on, everyone has someone they share their time with doing tedious things, that form memories – happy ones.”

“I only have you, Atsushi-kun, my only enjoyable memory was with you, dancing around during the party. And-” She paused her expression softening, her hidden vulnerability seeping through the cracks of her haughty exterior. “And I-”

The ‘tiger’ boy pulled Lucy into a tight hug, his hands enveloping around her–extracting a gasp from Lucy as she returned the gesture. Her hands circled around Atsushi as they held each other in each other's arms and basked in the warmth of their embrace.

…

“Atsushi-kun-” A voice called out before it paused.

Kenji followed by Bella-donna–who had just entered back into the cafe witnessed the scene unfold, Lucy being the first to notice quickly pushed Atsushi aside, followed by a “Get off me!” before she scrambled back into the kitchen her face red and flustered.

Atsushi turned around to find two sets of eyes, staring at him. Kenji with an oblivious yet knowing gaze while Bella-donna was more soft and knowing.

Bright red crept onto his cheeks as he looked away, visibly flushed. He was clearly not expecting any of this to happen and just wanted some ochazuke.

PLEASE GO CHECK OUT 'Between Deadlines & Overdue Feelings'!! main author: xRoulette on ao3, co-author(me): xvennela

[xvennela]

『Two Souls Interwined』 - Michael Kaiser

pairings: michael kaiser x gn!reader

summary: it's raining heavily, and you don't have an umbrella - kaiser gives you his (two ppl, one umbrella troupe)

a/n: this is a reupload of my firstttt ever ficcc, pretty cringe ig? fluffy fluff fluff, kaiser being kaiser (poor ness), no established relationships

Michael Kaiser sat alone on the throne of Bastard Muchen, a thorned blue rose—untouchable, unrivalled, and far above the clamour of the weak. His arrogance and icy demeanour repelled all but Ness, his ever-loyal shadow who worshipped his every step, and Kaiser preferred it that way. 

It was June in Munich, Germany–the sky was blue with a grey tint, with black clouds clustered near the sun, limiting sunlight as a few water droplets sprinkled from the clouds. You just exited the Bastard München headquarters before you pause to take in a breath of fresh air, letting the earthy scent swirl in your lungs and bring you a sense of relaxation after a hectic day as the club’s assistant manager, working under the Noel Noa. You ventured forward as you stepped out of the building to be suddenly greeted by the harsh rain, which had been sprinkling just seconds ago! You quickly rushed back under the building and accidentally stumbled into someone. You glanced up at the man, only to be met with a familiar pair of eyes as blue as the bottom of glaciers, piercing nonetheless, it was a certain individual with a blue rose tattoo. 

It was Michael Kaiser

You pulled back as he cleared his throat, expecting him to say something. It took a moment for you to realise what was happening, and in your embarrassment, you mustered up an apology. He looked down at you, a subtle frown playing on his lips, as though he were addressing a peasant. 

“Sorry,” you apologised as you watched him dust himself off. You turned to look behind him and saw Ness not far off. You moved out of his way as you faced the rain, watching the storm brew into something unavoidable. Should’ve brought an umbrella. You mentally scolded yourself as Ness approached Kaiser.

You observed their interaction as Ness handed Kaiser an umbrella while opening his own.

“Thank you, Ness. You can leave now.” The blonde dismissed the brunette as his icy blue eyes occasionally met yours.

“I can stay if you want-” “Leave.” He repeated himself, a bit more sternly this time, as Ness obliged and disappeared into the rain.

Kaiser’s gaze shifts to you as you shift uncomfortably, your eyes meeting his.

You continued to stand there as each of you did not choose to move, eyes boring into each other, while the rain continued pouring. A lightning strike nearby as it shuddered you back to reality, as you glanced at the rain before turning back to him. 

You clenched your fists as he continued staring at you. There was no way you would reach your home in this weather, nor could you order an Uber with your phone having no battery. You gathered your courage to open your mouth and then immediately closed it again.

“Do you not have an umbrella on you?” He spoke up, his voice rough and coarse, before a faint hint of a smirk crept up on his face. A glint of amusement flashed through his eyes.

You shook your head as you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck, “I didn’t think it would rain today… and that too- this heavily,” you replied. “You look like a clown waiting there,” He stated bluntly, his tone laced with an edge of sharpness, earning a scoff from you.

You continued staring out at the rain, lost in thought, convinced you’d have to wait until the rain stopped. The rain pounded against the pavement, creating a rhythmic symphony of splashes. The air felt dense with humidity, as the scent of wet earth rose, mingling with the cool breeze that swept through the streets, and little puddles of water began to form.

With a ‘whoosh’ and the sound of fabric crinkling, an umbrella opened, startling you out of your thoughts as you found yourself underneath it, Kaiser grasping onto the handle. You blinked to process the moment as your eyes widened.

“No need to be so shocked, this umbrella can shelter two.” He mumbled as he averted his gaze, the arrogance remained in his tone, and his gaze flickered, a shadow of something softer beneath the ice.

You froze in shock as your cheeks heated up, and you quickly looked away–your heart thumping. Is Michael Kaiser actually offering you his umbrella? You tried to catch a glimpse of Kaiser before your eyes locked in with each other, the ice slowly melting from his eyes, replaced with a slightly softer look, probably a mocking pity as his smirk remained constant on his face. “Don’t get too excited, Schatzi, you seemed miserable. That’s all.” His voice dripped with mockery as he took a step forward into the rain, followed by you, as the umbrella shielded both of you. “It’s my responsibility to take my club’s dear assistant manager home safely,” his voice thick with his usual German accent. “Can’t let the club’s assistant manager make us look bad, can I?”

The rain drummed onto the royal blue umbrella, as both of you took synchronised steps, the water splashing as you stepped on a puddle. It felt oddly comfortable; neither of you uttered a word as the rain pitter-pattered against the umbrella, filling in the silence. You stole a glance at Kaiser, wondering what was going on in his mind, as his blue rose tattoo poked out behind his hair. Your eyes travelled down the tattoo and its thorns before you snapped back to reality as you heard him clear his throat. You froze as you quickly looked away, and your shoulders tensed. “I don’t mind the attention, Schatzi .” He teased, his voice laced with condescension as he took a step closer to you. “Why are you so tense? Flustered, ja ?” His smirk deepened as he eyed you, something deeper than what gave the eyes. You shot him a glance as you continued walking beside him. Noticing slight changes in his demeanour - gaze calculating, teasing even, as if testing your limits.

“So, how did I play?” He questioned out of the blue, “Pretty good, right?” his smirk widened into a prideful grin as he flaunted. “Go on, praise me.” “I was just tallying the marks Mr. Noa was dictating. I didn’t watch the practice match.” You replied, professional, as you noticed his grin faltered. “I’m sure you played well, though.”

.A spark of irritation flashed in his eyes. "That's it? You're supposed to be the team's assistant manager, you didn't even watch me score all those goals?" You scratched the back of your neck as you let out a small sigh. “I’m not supposed to only focus on you, Kaiser. I have others I should also analyse.” “You should be watching the best, shouldn’t you?” He cocked his head at her before he took a step closer, leaning in as their shoulders brushed. “Soccer is a team sport; every member matters-” You were caught off guard as he took another step, nearing you. He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as his royal blue umbrella tilted to shield you more fully, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. “You're stepping in the rain, even after I generously offered to share my umbrella.” You left your face flushed as his arms lingered longer than needed–you could practically feel the heat radiating off him as your face turned into darker shades of red with each step both of you took together.

Your reaction caught him off guard; the unfiltered expression on your face felt unfamiliar to him. Yeah, he was surrounded by nosebleeding fan girls–but something as pure as this was foreign. He masked this vulnerability as he looked away he grumbling something to himself, taking a step away. His thorns were sharp and prickling, as you noticed his sudden shift in demeanour, a flicker of hurt crossed your eyes that he didn’t mean to cause. A light-hearted banter by, as you walked through the deeper and familiar streets of Munich to your home, the rain slowly started to die down, and the clouds started to fade, the ground was left with the sweet scent of petrichor. The sun finally shed its rays onto Earth as it illuminated the surroundings. A hint of a rainbow appeared as Kaiser closed the umbrella, and both of you stared up at the mesmerising sight before your eyes. The sky, by now, had cleared as the sun shone brightly with a rainbow painting the blue canvas. A few steps later, you reached your destination as you walked forward. Kaiser dropped you off and waited until you went in. He watched you as you opened the door with your keys, prepared to walk off before you closed the door.

“Wait!”

He paused as he turned back, his eyes glimmering with a sense of softness as he eyed you. “Thank you,” You smiled, an unfamiliar, fleeting feeling fluttered through Kaiser’s chest as he nodded, “No need, I didn’t want my dear assistant manager to catch a cold.” He smirked, masking the vulnerable feeling with his usual teasing and distant facade. “ Mach's gut.” He added before he turned back around. His mulleted blonde-to-blue ombre hair cascaded down his shoulders as he walked away. He was a thorned rose, determined to achieve the impossible. But the most impossible thing may be losing those thorns that guarded him, and let him feel loved, the way he had longed for so long.

EEEEEE I HOPE YA'LL LIKE THIS TOOOO IM SO SORRY TO BE SPAMMING RNN

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[xvennela]

pairings: sanji x fem!reader who's a chronciler

summary: sanji is insecure? no established relationship, fluff with slight angst

a/n: lowk testing my luck with this, i have mixed feelings on this BUT I HOPE YA'LL LIKE ITT <33

Sanji danced across the kitchen’s checkered tiles, whirling around in a ‘love tornado’ as he prepared snacks for the women on the Sunny. You sat nearby at the counter on a barstool, accompanying him as the ship’s chronicler, your journal open in front of you while you carefully recorded what happened yesterday.

“It smells amazing.” You raised an eyebrow, resting your chin on your palm as you leaned in against the kitchen counter, "Whatcha making there, love-cook? It's sweet."

“It’s a surprise, mon trésor,” Sanji replied with a saccharine smile sweeter than the sugar bubbling in the pan. “There's nothing sweeter more than you, sweetheart,” he added, swirling across the checkered tiles while stirring the caramelizing crystals.

"You say that to everyone," You teased playfully, rolling your eyes and jotting something down.

A subtle, slightly strained smile crossed his face before he turned away to adjust the stove. “I always see you writing,” he stated, smoothly changing the subject. “What are you writing this time?”

“I’m logging what happened yesterday on the new island while we stocked up on resources.” You glanced up at him, noting a quiet turmoil in his eyes. He tilted his head,

“What do you write in your journal?”

“I just write down whatever happens in our journey–the places we visit, the battles, the people, everything that makes up the Straw Hats’ adventure.”

“Like a diary?” he asked, brow furrowing faintly under his bangs.

“Not really, diaries are personal. This is the crew’s story. It’s like a diary, but professional. I don’t include my personal feelings in it.”

“Do you just write for the fun of it?” Sanji paused mid-whisk, leaning on the counter as he looked at you. Really looked at you. The usual playful heart-eyes softened into something more genuine as he listened. He loved hearing you talk.

He loved listening to every word, utterly captivated by your voice. So much so that sometimes he forgot to perform. Forgot the over-the-top dramatics, flirting, and simping.

Instead, some quiet glances lingered too long, and a dangerous little thought whispered at the back of his mind:

Perhaps—just perhaps—this could work out.

The whisk slowed in his hand.

The passion in your eyes as you spoke about your dream made something ache in his chest.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you admitted with a bright grin, your eyes sparkling as excitement took over. “I want to write something that could be passed down one day. After Luffy becomes the King of the Pirates, and all of us achieve our dreams, we can look back at this logbook and relive all the memories we created together!”

You saw past the “love-cook.” Past the theatrics. Past the act itself. The way you spoke with such genuine belief in the crew’s dream pulled at something deep inside him.

It would be so simple to fall to his knees and give you everything.

And that terrified him.

Because loving you meant letting you near the bloodline of the Vinsmokes.

He would never forgive himself if that ever happened.

For a moment, the only sounds were the soft whisking of the whipped cream and the scratch of your pen before a charming laugh broke the silence.

“That’s beautiful,” he murmured, voice unusually soft. “You’re preserving our legend, one page at a time, mon amour.”

"You don't have to act with me, you know?" You held his gaze steadily.

The whisk stopped.

For a moment, Sanji said nothing at all.

Then he smiled — softer this time, stripped of its usual charm.

"I know,"

He scooped a generous spoonful of the fresh heavy cream he had just whisked and held it out to you. “Would you like a taste?”

You pursed your lips together disapprovingly at the topic being changed before you leaned forward and tasted it straight from the spoon, letting out a contented hum as you shook your head. “It’s perfect, curly brow.” You muttered, a little bit of cream at the corner of your lips.

A delicate blush crept up to Sanji's face before he reached for his nose to try to play it nonchalantly.

“You have been picking up a lot of the Mosshead’s vocabulary,” Sanji commented, wiping the cream away with his finger–subtly brushing your bottom lip, lingering there for a few more seconds than needed. “Don’t let that idiot spoil your lovely mouth,” he breathed.

"Don't divert the topic. I mean it." You looked up at him with a faint frown.

"You can be yourself with me."

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“I know.” His smile softened. "I'm truly indebted to you, mon tresor."

"For what?"

For a second, his usual charm faltered. Then a quiet, genuine laugh escaped him. He took your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, ocean-blue eyes full of raw affection.

"Everything."

You let out a flustered smile, and with that, his earlier insecurities vanished in an instant at the sight of your radiance. All that remained was the quiet certainty that he was exactly where he belonged — right here, with you.

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[xvennela]

『Something About You』 - Roronoa Zoro

pairings: zoro x fem!reader

a/n: helphelp idk how to write and im crashing out

summary: just zoro staring at the reader and yearning ig? more than friends, less than lovers with zoro

Zoro couldn’t help but let his grey iris drift towards you, catching your every little expression, noting how your eyes sparkled as they crinkled with laughter. Your voice rang the doorbell to his heart, echoing in his ear while he looked enthralled at the sight of you, ready to help.

There was something about you, with the way you gently collected all the trampled flowers with your delicate hands and discarded them. With the way you politely smiled at the damn cook for his help. It pissed him off how much it affected him. You made him question himself.

You made him think:

Would the 'World's Greatest Swordsman' title even be satisfactory without you there to watch him get it?

'…Snap out of it, Zoro.' He mentally tried slapping himself to stop thinking about you. Not when his dream was being altered. Since when did his dream need a witness? He couldn’t help it; you were his dream.

His heart always navigates its way towards your presence like a compass attracted to the magnetic field of the North. No matter how directionally challenged he was.

He watched your legs elegantly pace around as you aided the cool-headed archelogist, the witchy navigator, and the lovesick cook. Your hair shone like silk, and your eyes carried a depth of complexity like a bottle of sake, shimmering in the golden sun. 

There was something about you, with the way the sun seemed to bless you with its dreamy glow. The light was softer and cooler–a total shift from the bright blue sky earlier in the afternoon. The sky was painted in shades of purple, orange and yellow hues, and you were the focal point of it all, amidst all the flowers. You looked just like a dream.

The prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

Not even something Boa Hancock could compare.

Not when you looked like freedom. He wasn’t someone who believed in God, but the way you shone. It was like the Sun God, Nika himself, descended to bless your skin with his light. A heaven-sent wonder. Untouchable by his scarred, calloused hands… and yet the only thing he wanted to hold. A goddess incapable of imperfections, much unlike his rowdy self.

It would be so nice to wake up next to you.

The prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

So lost in your beauty — oh, he’s gonna love you ’til he’s dead.

Gonna defeat Mihawk and forge you a ring from Yoru’s steel.

This was more than just a fling.

I HOPE YALL LIKEDD ITTTTTTT

[somsomwrites]

Try Again at Dusk

The papers sat on my desk, Never feeling the ink of my blue fountain pen grazing across them. My chair laid empty, Wondering whether it will ever feel the warmth of a human again. My clothes remained scattered across the room, Accepting their positions that they had been in for God knows how long. The window had been trembling for a while now Unable to withstand the cold yet refreshing light breeze outside.

The lights were put out While the curtains covered the scene of innocent youth Jumping through the late dusk, Before finally being forced to retire to their homes. The damp and dusty room appeared to be covered in darkness But not complete darkness For it was still dusk, And the orange hue of light peeked in from underneath the folds of the curtains And onto the floor.

The blankets were the only thing folded and kept aside in my closet And they were the only thing I wished to lay my hands on. My mind continued spiraling along the many decisions I had to take My body cried to remain at rest for "just a little longer" Both of them clashed against each other every few seconds. while I… I continued to stare at the plain roof instead of the beautiful orange display of light on the floor. Surely, the solitary darkness of night took over. And the most curious and mesmerizing part of day had passed.

I wondered if I had stared at the soft warm light gleaming through my thin and stained white curtains That seemed so far away… And opened them with a fit of determination, Instead of lazing about in my bed Pondering on the uncertain future, would I have found "true strength"?

well, what to do now? I'll just wait "one more day" to confront myself once again.

[somsomwrites]

That's weird

I had a rough day So I slept. The next morning, My dearest friend asked me if I slept well. Which was weird… Because she had never asked me that before. And it felt weirder, Because I thought I had left the world. But the weirdest part? She wasnt even talking to me She was talking to a collage on her wall. You know… The one I gave her on her birthday?

It had photos of both of us just being silly and happy She smiled after asking me that. Which made my almost too light of a heart melt. But there were smile lines around her face, They weren't there before… She turned around And I wonder why she looked older… Her youthful features had turned mature. She even seemed taller… than me.

She was beautiful nonetheless, But she walked past me. Sparing not even a single glance. She went outside her room, And I took this chance to snoop around. She had gained so many new interests under the span of a night.. She could have told me about them when we were talking yesterday. And then I saw a calendar But it seems she bought a wrong one For it was of 6 years from now.. Haha, she is so silly. … …. Oh.. It's not the next morning is it? That's weird.

[somsomwrites]

Thank you

I had a dream Where you were hanging from a cliff Seconds away from falling into an endless pit. But you didnt even scream for help. Your face was emotionless and seemingly… exhausted. So I took a hold of your hand You asked "Why?" I didnt know why… But it just felt right.

Your emotionless face gained a frown. You avoided my gaze in a fit of fury And asked me to let go But I didnt want to… So I pulled you in, I scolded you. But I couldn't pull you all the way in. Your legs still in the air While waist barely above the edge.

I kept trying You looked confused Then you laughed. I was furious. After all, I tried my best to fulfill my selfish desire And 'save' you. Yet, you laughed at my efforts.

I was going to scold you again But you interrupted me "Thank You" You said, with a smile brighter than ever Yet bitter. Like a goodbye made too soon. And I could swear I had held onto you with all my strength. But I felt you slip from my hands. I grasped you back But it was as if something forcefully pulled you in.

My hands finally laid empty. While you bid me goodbye with an expression so sweet… It made me jealous. I wondered why I came to this cliff in the first place.

I looked up at the dark sky My knees kissing the ground There was not a single star in sight But I saw one appear right before my eyes..

Then i woke up. It wasnt very nice of you To appear in my dreams like that. I dont think i can ever sleep again… But that's okay. Because you are sleeping enough for the two of us And that's why… Thank you

[somsomwrites]

Me, You, or We?

Like a letter written with a pencil, Uncertain and indecisive. Like a promise made with crossed fingers, Untrustworthy and fake. Like an incomplete painting long forgotten by the artist, Always casted away with no noticeable presence. Like the stars beside the moon, Always outshined. Like a pen without its ink, Always missing something. Like a canary with a bad voice, Something that normally doesnt existent: an outcast. Like a shirt that keeps slipping out after being tucked in, "rebellious". Like a candle among lamps in the dark, Weak and not enough. Like the only blank page in a story book, Always getting ignored. Like your eyes, Tired and gloomy. Like your lips, Dry and colorless. Like the horizon, Beautiful but never in reach. Like an apology, Guilty. And finally… Like this poem, Pointless and something that can never reach you beyond that horizon.

[somsomwrites]

Maybe?

I gazed at a flock of birds soaring through the sky Being led by one. I thought of you Free, And the beating heart of the group Then i saw some children Hopping and giggling around. One tripped And the others picked him up. I didnt know, Whether to see you in the silly child who fell and laughed it off Or in the others who were picking him up.

Its confusing But its special Because that means… There is nothing that can completely describe you. But ill keep looking for something that does. Because that makes me feel closer to you who never hides her interests No matter how troublesome they might seem. I wonder why im doing this.. Maybe im in love? "Love"? Think about it Everytime i think about it, I cant stop thinking about it.

[somsomwrites]

Unpredictable

Eyes on me If I dont believe That I'm nervous And frightened And scared of this sight Will my anxious heart believe that lie? Will it calm? Or will it make me stop? And ask me If I can do it all? Will it cry out my name As a final act To save my face? Or will it push me out And expose me To what I'm supposed to do As a gamble To either make or ruin my day? Will it cry with me If I do something wrong? Or will it comfort me Because no one else did? Oh well, Only one way to find out. I guess I'll take this gamble To lose or save it all.

[somsomwrites]

writings

I'll only be posting my writings here, to keep a record for myself, anyone is free to read them.

I dont know how to use this app properly, so I'll post the poems as they are, without using the colour feature and other features.