#amon week

[iterael]

AmonWeek - Day 7: Coffee and (a lack of) donuts

Prompt: Free day 

Warnings: Fluff with a plot twist, Amoneki.

Years: || 7 || 1? || 2? || 27 || 28 || 30 || 33 ||

Summary: Akira visits them that afternoon.

There are petals in the floor.

Leaving the window open was just an accident, but the petals lying on the floor gives their apartment a new sort of beauty.

Some had fallen near the bookshelves, full with books that they have found here and there. Perhaps taking this apartment with a cherry blossom tree outside was the best idea he ever had.

Koutarou is sitting in the sofa, a cup of coffee in his hand and looking like he’ll probably fall asleep at any minute. Honestly, this man… but it’s his birthday, so Kaneki decides to not tell him anything.

Their apartment is small, with just enough space for both of them, and Kaneki wouldn’t have it another way. Here he has everything he always liked: a nice collection of books, the best coffee and company. It’s too good to be real, and maybe it isn’t, but he doesn’t want to shatter the illusion.

Too much had happened. They had suffered too much, and too many things had been taken away from them. This gave them a chance to start over, far away from the problems and the tragedy that their destinies once gave them.

Kaneki cuddles next to Amon, enjoying the warm the man irradiates and takes a sip from his own coffee. The view outside is beautiful, with the last rays of the sun illuminating the room just right, and the wind moving the cherry tree branches with a soft breeze.

“We should get ready” He whispers, knowing that Amon is hearing.

“I know” Amon mutters tiredly, leaving his cup in the coffee table. “They do the same every year, and while I appreciate the sentiment, I really want to rest”

“Do you know how old you sound? Really, Koutarou… Akira is your friend, and Kurona is like a little sister to you” Kaneki says, and he knows he made a really valid point. “Come on, old man, they’ll arrive at any minute”

“Don’t want to” Amon lets himself fall over Kaneki, crushing the younger man under his weight. “I will even make you coffee, but I don’t want to get up”

Is this man really turning 33? God, he sounds like a whining child.

“Nope, and the last time you attempted to make coffee, you ruined the beans, and I didn’t know that you could ruin them here”

“Well, that proves the theory that I’m terrible handling any kind of food and beverage, even here” Amon chuckles. “But really, do I have to?”

“They come for you, so yes, you have to” Kaneki is tempted to grab him by the ear and force him to stand up, but his strength is still no match to Amon’s.

“Okay… but I expect something in return”

“They will bring offerings for His Majesty” Kaneki knows what Amon actually wants, but he’s not going to give in so easily. “I’ll give you my gift later, once…”

He’s interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

“They’re here”

“Yes” Amon sighs, “shall we go then, Eyepatch?”

“Lead the way, Koutarou”

“Do you think they’ll bring Donuts?”

"You’re such a child, I swear to God, Koutarou…”

There are petals in the graves.

The scene is pretty, with the  wind gently blowing petals from the cherry trees nearby. Akira leaves the flowers she had been carrying in front of one of the graves, leaving a few of them in the other one.

"It’s been a while, Special Class Amon” Akira whispers gently, tracing the letters engraved to the stone with her fingers. “ I know I promised to come earlier, but life has been busy”

Since the fall of the CCG 2 years ago, the scandal that followed and the loss of credibility the investigators had, it was a hard time. It hadn’t been pretty, with too many lost comrades and the return of people she thought were death, it seemed like a nightmare.

Especially for her, seeing Takizawa and later Amon again, both turned into half ghouls thanks to Kanou.  More, even, when Haise disappeared to make room for the return of Kaneki Ken.

The war had been terrible for all sides. The ghouls, the investigators and the civilians were still trying to heal from the damage they suffered, but like it had been proved over an over in time of disaster, humanity left behind their prejudices to work together for a better world.

A world that neither Amon or Kaneki were alive to see.

Their deaths had been unexpected, and they still haunted her. Having to deal with the pain of losing the young man that called her “mom” and the one she grew to love like he was indeed her child, and losing Amon for a second time. She still doesn’t know how she managed to survive the pain.

"Kurona came with me, since she wanted to see you. I’m sure that she still doesn’t forgive you for breaking your promise, and probably never will” Akira sighed. “But she understands the reasons you had, and you didn’t left her alone”

Even when he was in his last moments, he begged her to not let the girl alone. God knows what would have happened if she didn’t take care of Yasuhisa.

 “Hai-… Kaneki, the Quinx are fine, and Saiko is currently living with Kurona and me. They get along really well” Akira says to the other grave, and for some reason, she feels like they’re truly hearing  her.

” I hope that wherever you are, you two are together and happy. Everything will be back to normal here, giving time, since we’re so quick to adapt. I’ve been visiting that coffee shop, :re, and the coffee they serve taste exactly like yours” she says to Kaneki. “And Donut Meister is planning to make a donut in honor to their most  important client”

No matter if he couldn’t ate them anymore, Akira still remembered the enthusiasm of Amon when it came to Donuts.

“I still have a lot of work to do, reports to sign and taking care of two girls and a cat” Akira cleans the graves free from petals, leaving only the cold, hard stone. “I’ll be going now, but Kurona will stay a bit longer”

Akira bows in front of the stones, feeling the sadness grip her heart in a painful way.

"Happy birthday, Amon, and I hope that you’re finally at peace”

The breeze gently blows her hair, and she thinks she hears a “ thank you”. It’s perhaps the pain making her imagine things, but she likes the idea that they still hear her, that they watch over her and everyone they loved.

Maybe death brought them the peace they didn’t have in life. The happiness and the love.

Maybe they’re together in Heaven, enjoying each other’s company and having the long talk they deserved to have.

It’s a thought that warms her heart, and she wishes with all her strength that it becomes true, that they somehow managed to find each other in the afterlife.

For now, she leaves with a smile on her face. She has 2 girls to take care of, and a cat is waiting for her at home.

She smiles at Kurona, letting her know that she can she’s ready.

She leaves Kurona alone fora while, letting her talk as much as she wants to the man she loved like a brother.

By the time the girl is ready, there are no tears in her eyes, just a small smile on her face.

"Do you think they heard us?” Kurona asks.

"I’m sure they do, and if they didn’t, I’ll have to punch them”

They leave the cemetery, covered with cherry blossom petals, and the lingering warmth of a “ thank you” in their hearts.

♠♠♠♠

Whoa.

We did it.

Thanks to every single one of you who decided to participate in this week, all your works have been amazing! I’ll try to write a more heartfelt note in the blog…

Thanks for reading my works. I had a great time writing them.

So… I hope we see each other in another AmonWeek! 

[iterael]

AmonWeek - Day 6: Yubikiri-Genman

Prompt: Floppy 

Years: || 7 || 1? || 2? || 27 || 28 || 30 || 33 ||

Summary: They don’t have to be alone anymore.

It’s a cold night, and Kurona is sleepy, but she needs to find it.

Traveling from ward to ward, searching for information, hunting and eating it’s an exhausting, never ending cycle. One she has yet to get accustomed, but she knows she must do it.

This was the life she chose, and the decisions she took dragged her to this path.

But even after all what happened, her ghoulification and the death of her twin, she’s not alone. Someone has been looking after her, taking care of everything and protecting her like a parent.

Amon was more her father than her real one, and obviously even more than that monster.

So she needs to find it, the perfect gift for him. He has often said that he doesn’t need anything, if she’s safe then everything is okay, but she can’t help it. This man has done more than anyone to keep her safe, and perhaps give her the family she lost.

But it’s late, everything is closed and she doesn’t have enough money to give him something he deserves. Perhaps a new cloak would have been nice, the one he was using to hide that weird armour was a bit worn down...

It would be a late birthday gift. And incredibly late one.

Kurona sighs, if only she had remembered earlier... but it’s too late to lament over the spilled milk. I hope he understands...

She arrives to their hideout, the nicest thing Amon could find for them (that’s what he said, but she knows that all the nice things are for her), and the man is awaiting for her, a book in his hand (the normal one, she notices) and doesn’t look up, but...

“How was your walk?”

“It was fine, big brother” Originally, it was “father”, but the face Amon made the first time she called him that way made her rethink the way she named him. “I couldn’t find it, but it was fine”

Amon notices the annoyance in her voice, and closes the book. “Were you trying to find something?”

“Yes, a gift for nii-sama, it’s your birthday after all”

Surprise flashes through Amon’s face. Of course he had forgotten his birthday. “... Oh. But I told you, I don’t need anything”

“So you have said, but I still want to give you something” Kurona walks and sits next to him. “Nii-sama has done a lot, and I wanted to-”

“I know, but you don’t need to search this late for something. This day has almost ended, and being honest, I stopped celebrating my birthday a long time ago” Amon takes her hand, and the three-fingered hand doesn’t freak out.

It had never scared her. His hand is still huge and warm, compared to her tiny and cold hands. His touch is still comforting.

“But I wanted to” Kurona looks up, meeting his eyes.

There’s a soft smile in his face. “The only thing I could ask you if for you to stay safe. I don’t need anything else, really”

Oh.

Perhaps did he too felt alone until she found him? She remembers meeting him, over a year ago, and the man in front of her is too different from the one of that time.

Kurona is the only person with him, after all, they only have each other to rely on. He can’t lose anyone else, a feeling she shares. She can’t lose the last person in her broken family

She surprises him, holding up her hand in a fist and with her pinky finger sticking out. “Promise me”

“Promise you... what?”

“Promise me that we’ll be always together, that you’ll also protect yourself. I promise that I’ll keep myself out of trouble” she says, with a serious tone, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Amon looks troubled for a second, before sighing and hooking their pinky fingers together. “I promise”

”And if you break your promise...”

“I know, I know. I’ll cut my little finger and swallow a thousand needles” Amon smiles at her. “Don’t worry, I don’t break my promises”

“And I promise to get you a new cloak, this one can’t be repaired anymore”

And Amon laughs at that.

Even if they’re in hell, running from enemies and once allies alike, they still have each other.

And he promised. He would never leave her alone.

                                                          “Liar”

                                                          ♠♠♠♠

Guess who was playing Deemo when looking for a title for this thing? The song is Yubikiri-Genman by Mili.

And soon I’ll post the last work... the last phrase should give you an idea of what will come.

[iterael]

AmonWeek - Day 5: Cherry jam donuts

Prompt: Aogiri

Warnings: Mentions of gore and torture.

Years: || 7 || 1? || 2? || 27 || 28 || 30 || 33 ||

Summary: He always disliked that flavor, after all.

Eto is fascinated.

It’s been months, and no matter how much he tries, he’s unbreakable. No amount of physical pain can make him admit defeat, no matter how much she hurts  him with her words and the events of his past, no matter how much she tries to convince him that everything is his own fault, that his own decisions dragged him here, he doesn’t break.

He admitted, though, his guilts and mistakes. He had taken every broken shard of himself, shards that she turned into anything but dust (or so she thought), and forged them into a sharp blade.

Sharper than her words.

But for the intel she had managed to collect, she knows that today is a special day. April 7th, and her favorite pet is turning 28.

She visits his cell, humming to herself and carrying a tray with what she knows he likes more: hearts. Some of them are still warm, dripping blood and making a mess in the process, but she doesn’t care.

The sight that greets her always makes her smile.

He lies in the middle of the room, gasping for air. The strain of her constant torture and the burden of that quinque is heavy, and he’s thinner than before. But he still manages to be an imposing figure, even with his arms broken, hanging limply at his sides.

His face is ruined, of course, and she feels proud of her work. His eyelids are gone, carefully cutted, and they’re starting to heal (slowly, thanks to his complete refusal of feeding), and half of his face is ripped, by his own handiwork. Ah, such a handsome face, ruined.

But he still looks defiant. She can’t wait to see the moment he finally breaks.

“I brought you something, Amon-san!” she says, cheerfully.

He swallows, heavily. Oh, he’s hungry.

“I don’t want it” Such a stubborn pet.

“We both know it’s a lie”

He licks his lips, eyeing the tray with a mix of hunger and hate. It’s fun to see how quickly or long long it takes for him to admit defeat on this, to see him succumb to the hunger and unleash the monster.

This time, it doesn’t take too much from setting the tray in front of him and for him to start devouring its contents, like a starving animal.

“I see that you like the taste” Eto comments, when half the tray is already empty.

That makes him freeze, but it only lasts a second. He quickly compose himself, licking his lips to clean the blood dripping from them. “It tastes like donuts filled with cherry jam” his voice is rough from screaming, but it maintains his usual seriousness.

“Oh?” and that gets her curious, she knows he likes sweets, but why that particular taste?

He smirks, taking another bite of the tray. “I hate that taste”

And she laughs. Of all the things he could have said, that’s the last thing she expected. Oh, this man is truly fascinating.

She can’t wait to shape him the way she wants.

“Well, consider this my birthday present. Today I don’t feel like playing with you” It’s a small mercy from her part, but she wants to see her pet strong before starting with the breaking process again.

“And you expect me to be grateful for that?”

“No, but I don’t expect your gratitude either” and after that, she leaves the room, leaving him once again in the darkness of his cell in total loneliness.

She has time, there’s still too much she has planned for him.

Her new One Eyed King needs time to be build, after all.

                                                           ♠♠♠♠

I know, I’m terrible.

This is a taste of what a certain fic of mine will have, those who know what I’m talking about will understand.

I have no idea what the hell I’ll post tomorrow, but be prepared anyway!

[iterael]

AmonWeek - Day 4: Coffee shop dates

Prompt: Eyepatch

Warnings: Pre-Amoneki?

Years: || 7 || 1? || 2? || 27 || 28 || 30 || 33 ||  

Summary: Kaneki unknowingly celebrates a birthday.

It’s a calm afternoon, the weather was just perfect and the smells of the beginning of spring made that day a extremely peaceful one.

Perhaps deciding to take a walk and go to a coffee shop he had wanted to visit for some time now. It was exhausting staying in the apartment for too long, his thoughts became more vicious and the voices raging through his mind were a torture, and the distractions that the shop offered were a blessing. 

What he didn’t expect, however, was meeting a certain person in the coffee shop.

The investigator from before.

The man is sitting quietly in a corner of the shop, a plate with different donuts and a small notebook next to him, looking distractedly outside.

The scene is weird. The domesticity of it, the calmness and the peaceful look in the man’s face is surprising. It’s hard to assimilate that this is the same man he fought so long ago.

He feels the need to flee, the need to run away and leave this place behind, but he also feels the need to talk with the man, to understand him better.

At some point of his internal struggle, his feet moved on their own and now he’s standing next to the man, with his order in hand and frozen in place. The man still doesn’t notice him.

Kaneki catches a glimpse of the open notebook. The page is filled with a nice, strong calligraphy, and... 

Is he really writing food reviews? Really?

It’s not the kind of activity he thought the investigator would pursue, but the notes are written so objectively that Kaneki could have easily confused him with a food critic instead of a ghoul investigator.

The man clear his throat, distracting Kaneki from his thoughts.

“May I help you?” His voice is gentle, and there’s the hint of a smile on his face.

Crap.

“I... I...” And Kaneki panics, what should he say?! He should have ran away when he had the chance but now he’s stuck here with an investigator and what if he discovers me, why did I had to go out?!

The man chuckles and closes his notebook. “Would you like to seat?”

After losing his chance to escape (he wasn’t going to be impolite), he accepts.

It takes some time to let the awkwardness pass, but once he gains a bit of confidence, their conversation is fluid, enthusiast.  It doesn’t feel forced at all, hell, it feels natural, like it was meant to be this way. They don’t need to know their names, this sense of weird familiarity is enough.

He’s not worried that the man might recognize him, and if he does, he had always wanted to have a long talk with him. 

“I... I want to thank you” the man says suddenly, looking more serious and solemn than before.

Kaneki’s heart stops. Did he recognized me?

“Whatever for?” he tries to make his voice sound normal, tries to mask the fear and uneasiness growing inside him.

“Honestly, I thought that I would spend this day alone, deep in thought and buried in my memories, but you distracted me. It was nice to spend... my birthday this way” there’s a faint blush in the investigator’s face.

Crap, he’s cute.

“I’m glad. Happy birthday!” Kaneki responds, enthusiastically. It had never occured him to ask, but now knowing more about this man, even if they’re trivial things, it makes him more... real.

Well, he’s real enough, a tangible thing, but it makes his presence more... human.

“Thanks”

After that, they quickly part ways. Kaneki is tempted to ask for his number, or even his name, but he knows it’s dangerous. He shouldn’t have done this, but his curiosity got the best of him. The man apparently wants to ask him the same, but Kaneki can’t allow that.

Faking that he got an urgent message, he flees.

It’s a cowardly move, but he can’t get attached. The man is a ghoul investigator, after all. A man that could have understood him, but there’s still the chance that duty would be more important.

He vows to himself that one day, he would finally ask for a name, and perhaps a number.

Right now, he leaves with the memory of unknowingly spending a birthday with the man. It makes him feel warm inside for awhile. A feeling that doesn’t disappear, even after meeting him again, in the verge of insanity.

One day, Kaneki promises himself, one day.

But for now, he leaves.

                                                          ♠♠♠♠

I vowed to myself that I wasn’t going to write romance until Day 7th, but I kind of procrastinated this one for too long and... instead of angst, I went for partial romance.

But the angst (and torture and gore) will be back tomorrow!

[castermain]

Happy Birthday to our favorite sailor mouth!

Also my submission for Day 3 of Amon Week <:3c

[iterael]

AmonWeek - Day 3: Memento Mori

 Prompt: Investigator

Warning: Character Death

Years:  || 7 || 1? || 2? || 27 || 28 || 30 || 33 ||

Summary: Harima’s last gift.

The letter feels heavy in his hands.

It’s just a piece of paper, with a few words written in it, but thinking of opening and readings its contents forms a tight knot in his throat.

The Whack-A-Mole operation was just a few weeks ago, and he doesn’t want to make this more real. He doesn’t want to make her death more real.

He should have been there. He begged to his supervisors to let him be part of the operation, but he was denied over and over again. And because he wasn’t able to be there, he couldn’t save her.

Harima was too young, too cheerful, someone full of life. Someone who didn’t deserve the end she got, devoured by hungry ghouls who left her barely recognizable.

He wasn’t surprised when he was the only person mentioned in her testament. She had been someone extremely important for him, someone he had loved as a friend and a sister (their bond was too deep to put it in such simple words), and he was the same for her.

They were alone in the world, without something to call a family. They only had each other.

And now Amon was alone again.

He doesn’t want to read the letter, but he keeps it in his fist with a strong grip. He glares at the suitcase in his table, the last present Harima left for him.

She had stated in the testament she gave to the CCG that Doujima, in case of her death, should be given to Amon. Something that was hers that he was going to keep.

Ah... she had thought about everything, hadn’t she? A useful gift, a memory left behind. Something significant, something that was hers.

Amon loses it, laughing at the cruel destiny. Why? What did she do to deserve that fate? God, answer me, what have I done?! Why do you must take everything I love away from me?! WHY?!

And he lets rage consume him, refusing to make this more real.

A long time passes, and rage and self-loathing goes away, leaving only numbness.

His apartment is a mess, and his hand is bleeding from punching glass. A photography, ripped in half lies next to him.

He knows it’s childish, but it was the only way to let out this hate. Sure, maybe he could have went for a run or the gym, but he knows that even if he had went out, he would have ended hunting ghouls.

The letter is open, and he can read its contents now. He doesn’t want to, but he does anyway.

Koutarou.

If you’re reading this, it means that I’m no longer there. Wow, what a way to start a letter...

But it’s sadly true. It’s not something I would have liked to happen, but we both know it was a possibility. This operation is a dangerous one, but if I die, remember that I did it because it was my duty.

I know that you desired to come with me (you and your “Knight in shining armor” complex), but there was a reason of why you didn’t came. There are thing that we can’t change, and this one was one of those. Life doesn’t give us what we want sometimes, and it’s really unfair, but... It’s what life is, a constant fight.

Life is such a fleeting thing... It’s easy to forget our own mortality. We feel strong, invincible, but everything can change in a second.

I decided to give you Doujima because I know that it can’t be in better hands than yours. Take care of it, it has been a good quinque.

I’m not going to this mission with a dark mindset. Of course not. My goal is to come back and have you invite me to dinner, Mr. Valedictorian, and then hear you rant about the different flavors of donuts. You’re an absolute nerd when it comes to that.

But if I don’t...

Continue to live on, remember to enjoy the little things, and pursue your dream of changing the world. You have the necessary tools to do it, and the strength to fight against the odds.

Remember that you’re not alone.

I love you, don’t forget that.

Harima

P.S.: Please change your hairstyle. I don’t know who was the idiot who told you that you looked good. It makes your eyebrows look even more weird.

Amon lets out a choked laugh. “Dumbass... It was you. You told me it looked good”

And numbness pass, leaving only sadness.

                                                          ♠♠♠♠

I’m... sorry?

[iterael]

AmonWeek - Day 2: Cupcakes

Prompt: Academy

Years:  || 7 || 1? || 2? || 27 || 28 || 30 || 33 ||

Summary: Harima discovers Amon’s weakness.

Harima Touko is a patient woman. Or at least that’s what she likes to think about herself.

She has been waiting patiently for this day, and to prove a certain theory of hers involving a particular individual.

Amon Koutarou is some kind of distant friend, the kind that you say “Hey!” once in awhile and have short, but pleasant, conversations. He’s one of the most, if not the most, promising students of their class, and she’s really interested in what kind of Investigator he’ll become.

His sense of justice is a strong one, and she can relate to him more than any other student. They often train together, and even if they barely know each other, it feels like a strange sort of familiarity between them.

But there are things she doesn’t know about him. Much of his background story, what he likes and what he doesn’t like, his dreams and hopes. Or more importantly, his weakness.

He has heard other students talking about something in particular, and she sets her plan in motion.

She’s going to discover the weakness of the strongest student of the CCG Academy, no matter what.

She surprises him the day of his birthday. How did she got that information? Well, she has her methods (method involving a certain older investigator who gave her the information).

She finds Amon in the same place he always is during his free time: the gym. He’s one of the few students with an strict exercise regime, and with his current build, he can easily lift 120 kg (or that was his record the last time). So if he’s not studying in his room, he’s there, burning time.

She walks towards him, hiding a box in her back. She doesn’t know if her present will upset Amon, but she worked a good portion of her morning in this, so this man should accept it.

“Harima? What are you doing here?” And no matter how many times she tries, she has never managed to sneak up on him.

” Well, a little bird told me that today is a special day” she tries to ignore the way Amon’s face hardens, “and I wanted to give you something. I don’t know if you celebrate it, but…”

“I don’t. I’ve no reason to celebrate something as trivial as a birthday” Well, crap.

"As I said, before you interrupted me, I don’t know if you celebrate it so I didn’t made a cake” she offers him the box, rolling her eyes at the look of suspicion Amon gives her. “It’ll not bite you and it’ll not poison you, just see what’s inside”

Still looking suspicious, Amon opens the box and sees what’s inside.Small cupcakes with different frostings, without any decoration with the exception of rainbow sprinkles over them. It’s… Unexpected, but still a welcomed gesture.

” You shouldn’t have…” Amon starts, but he’s interrupted by the young woman.

“You’re my friend, and even if it’s just something small, you really deserve some kind of present” and she smiles, a beautiful sight, one that remembers him of another woman, one whose face he doesn’t remember.

"Thanks”

They eat the cupcakes, cheerfully talking and enjoying each other’s company. It feels… Right to be like this, side by side, ignoring the rest of the world. Harima knows this is not love, but it’s perhaps something more, something that holds more meaning, something deeper than that.

She shakes her head. She can think about it later.

"Besides, I wanted to test a theory”

"And what theory might that be?” Amon asks, unaware of the frosting in the tip of his nose.

Harima whips it away with her finger. “The weakness of the great Amon Koutarou. I didn’t thought that you had such a terrible sweet tooth”

And she laughs when Amon blushes, trying to say something in his defense.

It’s a good day, and the first of many shared birthdays and teasing. Amon becomes her best friend that April 7th, and she likes to think that she’s his best friend.

After that day, they become inseparable. Nothing can stop them.

Ah, well. Maybe sweets can stop them. But that’s a secret.

                                                          ♠♠♠♠

One of my headcanons is that Harima and Amon are soulmates. Platonic soulmates. Don’t ask me why, but their relationship amazes me. Harima, after all, was someone incredibly important for Amon.

This is the last entry with something fluffly in it. I apologize in advance for what will come.

[iterael]

Amon Week - Day 1: Donut Glaze

Prompt: Orphanage

THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING! I wish you all success with your works, and I can’t wait to see them!

A little warning before this, all my works for this week are placed in April 7th, no matter the year. A timeline of Amon’s birthdays during the years.

Years:  || 7 || 1? || 2? || 27 || 28 || 30 || 33 ||

Summary: Donato decides to make donuts.

April 7th is an important day for Donato. Even more than his own birthday.

It’s a date when he thinks what kind of sweet he should buy, what kind of decorations he can make (because no matter how much he tries to save money, he doesn’t get enough to make the huge party he wants to make for every child) and so many other things, but this year is different.

There’s not enough money to buy donuts from that store Koutarou loves so much.

And it should have been enough money if the child wasn’t sick. The medicine was a bit expensive and that forced the Priest to spend more money than intended.

So the only possible solution is to buy the materials and make them. Ah... Donato prayed that it didn’t end in a disaster.

Surprisingly, he did managed to make decent donuts. Sure, some of them were too fried and others undercooked, but a decent amount of them were edible.

According to the other kids, though.

And with a glass of warm milk and a plate full with donuts, the Priest walks towards Koutarou’s room.

Seeing Koutarou sick is something he has grown accustomed, but it still breaks his heart. The fever-bright eyes are something that haunts him ever since the child first came to live in the orphanage, and he hates that sight with a passion...

He carefully wakes up the child, and smiles when the eyes of his child bright up at the sight of the Priest. The devotion this child shows to him is overwhelming.

“Happy birthday, my boy”

And that somehow manages to make Koutarou smile brighter.

“You remembered, Papa!” And that habit of his... Donato knows he should be discouraging Koutarou of calling him that, but the way his heart stops and then fills with a warm feeling when Koutarou calls him that is indescribable.

“I couldn’t buy you donuts, but I made you this” Donato offers the child the plate with donuts and the milk. “I know they’re not the same as the ones from Donut Meister, but...”

“No!” and the determined tone of the child surprises him. “This ones were made by Papa, and if Papa made them, then they’re the best donuts in the whole world!”

What has Donato done to deserve this? He’s nothing but a monster, one who finds pleasure in killing defenseless children, but the words of this kid, a frail child, makes him feel like a God. A God who doesn’t deserve the devotion and the pure love of this child. 

I’m a monster, child, please don’t talk about me like that, like I’m a good person.

“First try them and then we can speak about it” Donato says instead.

Koutarou’s face covered in donut glaze is one of the favorite memories of the Priest.

His sweet child, just turning 7 years old that day. Life was easier, the times were simpler.

But a terrible mistake turned all those memories into nightmares. And homemade donuts became something Amon hated terribly.

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I’m planning to post a prequel of this during the day, because by mistake I made 8 prompts instead of 7... what an idiot.

I recommend reading “In Nomine Patris” and “Desastre bienintencionado”, both fics by me trying to deepen more the relationship between child Amon and Donato.

And yup. Nothing will be fluff.

Thanks for reading, and let’s enjoy this week!!