#yet another wip that I couldn't figure out how to continue. so here you go

[heavendraven]

twilight princess ganon and his lovely curls have my whole heart

[heretolurkandnothingmore]

WIP Wednesday

It's going so slowly, but it's going! "It" being my obikin fic. (See previous posts here). (See illustrations for this idea here). I finally got myself to work on the wedding scene. Except they don't know the alien tradition they're participating in is, strictly speaking, a marriage. So, this is an out-of-body mind meld experience done purely for tactical advantage*. Enjoy! (Also, is this excerpt too long? It's for science. I'm trying to figure out how much of a scene to post next time.) *a blatant lie

"A… link, you say?"

They sat in front of the Mystic, a middle aged Danaan woman with golden scales and deep dark eyes. At her side, a tiny droid shadowed her speech in unsteady Basic. Her acolyte, a pale-scaled and long-feathered teenager, stared at the Jedi and radiated a mixture of fear and fascination in the Force. The Mystic's aura was radiant. She was obviously powerful.

"It would be like an echo- sorry, a connection device of yours." the old Danaan said.

Anakin barely suppressed a snort. "Except this one would work in your karking caverns," he thought.

"Many of the Danaan share such bonds and speak even when separated. One could be the brink of the Abyss and another in its depths and they'd still hear each other's thoughts."

"Seems… Deep. For a connection." Obi-Wan said. Anakin caught a brief ripple of worry from him from the surface of their bond.

"The joining is perfectly reversible, if that's what you wish to do once your mission is done with." The Mystic continued. "It's a simple ritual it just needs some paint so I can draw- Mithra, what?" The acolyte whispered. "Sigils. That's the word."

"Paint." Obi-Wan scratched his beard. "We'd have to check it for toxicity. If that's allowed."

"Be my guest. It's just minerals."

Mithra bolted somewhere in an unsteady wobbling run and returned with a pot of paint. She waved at the Jedi to go ahead and followed the Mystic's measured steps as the older Danaan left to prepare the necessary tools.

Obi-Wan dipped the very tip of his pinky finger into the thick slurry. The two men waited, cloth at the ready to wipe away the paint if it were to start behaving strangely, but it didn't.

"Just some minerals indeed."

"Then nothing is stopping us from doing the ritual." Anakin said, voice thick with relief and still-lingering tension.

Tunics removed and (in Obi-Wan's case) neatly folded, they sat side by side on the dark flat rock. Obi-Wan breathed steadily, probably already in light meditation. Anakin looked at his pale freckled shoulders and shivered.

"Cold, padawan?"

"A little, and not anymore." Anakin said. It wasn't just cold or just longing that made goosebumps race up his arms, though. It was apprehension. It was fear.

Their connection, grown from the training bond they were never truly willing to sever, had always been a comfort to Anakin. A tether to hold onto in the storms that so often ripped through his mind. But he'd learned to control that connection, to shield his master from the worst of it. It was, in its own way, distant - the two of them always orbiting each other.

This, the "Soul Link" or whatever the Danaans called it, would be different. It would set them on a collision course - not the familiar act of their Force signatures brushing against each other, edge to edge, but a melding. Anakin may have envied the Danaans before, when the Mystic mentioned the tradition of joining, two being like one. Now, the prospect of laying out everything before Obi-Wan filled him with trepidation. He wanted his master's acceptance, his approval, longed to reach deep and feel the intensity that laid beneath the surface of Obi-Wan's tranquil, self-possessed exterior. Yet Anakin knew he'd never get his wish. Baring the core of his soul would only show his glaring weakness, his un-jedi-like passion, his fear. How could Obi-Wan accept him if Anakin couldn't even accept himself? What if, like the Jedi Knight himself at times, Obi-Wan got tired of the noise and the pain and the intensity of Anakin's every waking moment?

Still, it seemed that clinging to foolish hope was his specialty.

The Mystic finally came up to him. The deep blue shimmer of her robes was calming and mesmerizing like the waters of an underground lake. Behind her toddled an acolyte with two pots of paint - slate and cyan. Even further behind, Anakin saw the comical figure of the little translator droid.

"We begin", the Mystic intoned. Her deep voice followed by the droid's tinny echo in Basic. "Your arm, please."

Anakin let her hold his flesh arm as she traced some unknown figure into it. The contrast between rough scales and soft pads of her four fingers was strange. The paint was cold and wet on his skin, and the angle didn't quite let him see what picture the curving lines were making. The air hummed with power.

"It should dry quickly." The Mystic said, apparently satisfied.

"Will the connection cut out if I lose this arm, too?"

"The connection is internal," she gestured at her heart. "It's not just in the mark."

Anakin looked over his newly painted arm, still not touching the paint for fear of smudging it. On it, in a labyrinth of blue lines, there was a circle with complex overcrossing figures. They silhouettes looked familiar even when the cyan speckled around them curved into strange shapes of dots and wings. In fact, they looked like…

"Our lightsabers?" Obi-Wan asked. His mark was finished, too and contorted uncomfortably to look at his shoulder.

"The shapes most familiar to you. Now, you have to say the words and touch upon each other's marks to open-" she said something that made the translator droid let out an unhappy squeak and a small fountain of sparks. "Gates to the mind."

Anakin was about to remark on the powers she must have used to scan their memories for those "shapes most familiar", but before he could speak the Mystic continued.

"Mithra, smack that machine, please, I need it to stop changing my words. The Shining Ones need to repeat what I say in normal language."

"No need for violence," Anakin interjected, "I can just turn him off."

The matter of the droid resolved, the two Jedi settled across from each other, arms outstretched. Anakin silently wished he could have a better excuse to touch his master's bare shoulders.

"Repeat after me," the Mystic said, and the everything blurred. If someone asked Anakin to describe what the ritual was afterwards he wouldn't be able to put it to words. Except maybe this: there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. Not even the sensations tethering him to his body held. All he saw and felt were the shining, sharp points of connection between them, his palm to Obi-Wan's shoulder, Obi-Wan's fingers on Anakin's inner forearm. He distantly heard his own voice saying something. The unfamiliar syllables were heavy on his tongue.

Then he felt it - the tentative, warm touch of his master's Force signature against his own, like light slowly spilling out from the horizon at sunrise. It felt- indescribable. Like safety. Like coming home.

"Go on," he heard a smile in his master's voice. "We have to do this properly."

Anakin slowly let himself open up. The gale of the Cosmic Force rushed through him almost immediately. It brought with it the same background noise of the universe that always battered on his shields and made meditating into a battle. His restless rolling tornado of a mind was spinning out of control again, and Anakin felt vaguely nauseous, as if he was in freefall. He clenched his jaw and himself fall, calling out in his mind for Obi-Wan to catch him.

Suddenly, Anakin was enveloped in the sort of calm he long since forgot how to feel. It was like being a child again, hiding from a desert storm on Tatooine behind the solid whitewashed walls of their home. It was like knowing his mother was waiting for him, ready to erase his worries with a kind word, like finding rest and comfort encircled in her arms. Was this how Obi-Wan felt all the time? This… Serenity?

"Not quite." Came the dry response. "You make sure of that."

Anakin released a brief sense of embarrassed indignation into the blurred space between them.

Maybe this was enough for the ritual, but he couldn't help but reach deeper. That's what he wanted, always: to hold on and never have to let go. The always-aching, possessive part of him called out in horror and despair - and something called back.

With Anakin's every breath, it pulsed. It was the darkness at the bottom of the well. A pulsing threat, a beckoning voice, long-denied but still dangerous. It was his own fear, and someone else's, too. Anakin reached in, one breath and then another passing with him stretching out his energy and trying to pull light and warmth into the void before him. It seemed to work, and Anakin felt as if he were touching hot embers of a fire he'd stoked in an empty fireplace. Soon, the heat turned all-consuming, like a star going supernova, like sunlight on the surface of the Sun. It melted away the last of what separated the two Force signatures. He wasn't sure where the separation between them began anymore. Any distinction seemed meaningless. He was but a part of them. They inhaled.

They were basking in the sunshine of the bond. Thoughts flittered past like clouds on the horizon, impossibly distant. Their heartbeat was distant thunder.

It was not to last, a part of them started pulling away. The rest, him, held on, despite the pain and ecstasy of being united and separated, all at once.

"Anakin." came a breath through their link.

Warmed, then singed, then almost seared by the flame, \he\ held on greedily, trying to plunge deeper. Was someone calling him?

"Anakin!" a voice called out. The world abruptly shifted into place, like a ship coming out of hyperspace.

Anakin remembered he had ears, and fingers that clenched white-knuckled into someone's firm shoulder. Obi-Wan's shoulder. Oh. He let go and winced at the blooming reddened impressions left behind on the skin.

"Oh. Sorry, Master, I-"

Obi-Wan waved him off. The older Jedi looked as dazed as Anakin felt. He cleared his throat.

"I think we did it."

"You did." the Mystic sighed. "Very well."

The two men didn't turn to look at her, still to shaken by the experience of the bond.

"Back to the land of the living?" Anakin huffed. The guilt weighed heavy on him. Was he too much?

"You're looking a little pale for 'living'." Obi-Wan deadpanned.

"Did you two know you're speaking with your thoughts?" the Mystic intoned, amused. Her voice rung in the air as if it really did just break a long silence.

They looked at each other.

"We are?"

"You will figure out the difference between tongue and mind soon. Now, go. You haven't much time to get used to the Link."

They went to grab their robes, arms colliding awkwardly. Anakin picked up a sash, realized it wasn't his and saw Obi-Wan staring, confused, at the bundle of dark cloth in his hands. They exchanged grins and swapped items.

"Thank you, Mystic." Obi-Wan called out, once they were outfitted.

She just nodded and turned away to yell after the acolyte, who'd long since toddled away somewhere with the paint.

"Mithra, where did you put that damn ceremonial cloth again?"

The two Jedi walked the corridors of the Danaan temple together, disconcerted, the lines between them still blurry. Anakin basked in the calm warmth of Obi-Wan's Force signature still not quite separated from his. What did they just stumble into? If the link was so strong, what would severing it do to them? It seemed Obi-Wan shared some of his thoughts.

"Seems almost a pity for us to break it after the mission."

"Right. I thought you'd say it's too big of an attachment to have."

"I would." Obi-Wan sighed. "It is."

[emeraldelysian]

Mamamoo ✧ They Have A Nightmare

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Requested By: Anonymous

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Synopsis: How Mamamoo members would react to having a nightmare and needing comfort

Wordcount: 700+

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares but not descriptive!

Note: I'm sorry this took so long to write, but I hope you enjoyed it!! I'm hoping that I'll have more time to write soon so that I can finish the WIP's and asks I have. Take care of yourselves, everyone!

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

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.·:*¨༺ Kim Yongsun ༻¨*:·

The last thing she wanted to do was wake you up, but she didn't know what else to do. She was still shaking from the dreadful dream she had just woken up from. She gently whispered out to you, your name reminding her that you were still there. You were okay, lying next to her and it was all just a dream.

And yet, somehow, she couldn't shake the feeling that it all felt so real.

Once she realized she could barely bring her voice up, she gently shakes your arm, causing you to slowly stir and turn towards your lover. She was still lying on her side, but when you met her teary eyes, you immediately realized something was wrong.

You put an arm around her and pull her into your chest, holding her tightly. Slowly, she moved her hands to grip your arms as she felt the tears stream down her face. You patiently wait for her as she cries into your chest, running your hands through her hair to soothe her.

"I promise we're okay right now. I won't let anything happen to you."

.·:*¨༺ Moon Byulyi ༻¨*:·

You woke up feeling Moonbyul's figure next to you shift erratically. At first, you were confused, wondering why she was tossing and turning so much. It was only when you began to hear her whimpering and crying that it hit you: she was having a nightmare.

You quickly got up and turned on the light, the soft glow illuminating the room. You grabbed onto her arms, squeezing them gently as you try to wake her up. It took a while for her to get out of her state, her eyes opening wide as she frantically looked around her, trying to recognize her surroundings. Her breathing was shallow as she tried to grasp the stark contrast of the scene before her from the dream she just had.

Then, her eyes landed on you. From then on, her eyes didn't leave you as you tried to calm her down, moving your hands from her arms to around her face, cradling it. Slowly, her breathing began to stabilize itself as you continued to whisper reassurances to her.

"Just breathe, take a moment. I'm right here with you."

.·:*¨༺ Jung Wheein ༻¨*:·

The sound of your phone ringing woke you up from your sleep. You looked at the caller ID to see the nickname you had set for your girlfriend flashing on the screen. You pondered why she'd be calling so late, especially when she had to get up early in the morning, as you picked up in your half-sleeping state. It was only when you heard her shaky voice calling your name that you woke up and turned on the light, now fully awake and aware.

You couldn't help but feel helpless, however, as you listened to the sound of broken explanations and apologies through the phone. She explained that she had a nightmare and just didn't know what to do. The desperation in her voice made you want nothing more than to hold her in your arms tight and never let go.

So that was just what you were going to do.

Wheein could hear your keys jingle in the background of the call before she frantically claimed that you didn't need to come over. You sigh at how quick she was to worry about inconveniencing her before assuring her.

"I'm not going to be able to go to sleep knowing that you're not doing okay. I'm coming over, wait for me."

.·:*¨༺ Ahn Hyejin ༻¨*:

Earlier that day, you two had your first fight. It wasn't big, nor was it on anything particularly important, but you both were stressed out from your own careers and unlawfully took it out upon one another. It didn't take long for you two to reconcile though, not being able to hold a grudge for long.

You both still slept in the same bed together, knowing that all you two needed was just a night of rest before you two would go back to normal. But, no matter how hard she tried, Hwasa just could not get it out of her head. 'Were you mad at her for what happened? Did you know that she hadn't meant it and that she was just drained?'

She ended up waking up and shouting, causing you to shoot up into a sitting position as well. You looked at her as tears began to stream down her face.

You quickly pulled her into you as she recounted the nightmare in which you had decided to leave her. You shook your head and softly planted a kiss on her cheek before continuing.

"I have no plans on leaving you like that, I promise. You're stuck with me for the long run."

[the-writers-bookshelf]

Hey, Aubrey! Happy be-earlied Fab Friday! :D Just as I'd anticipated, I'm here to send you an early Fab Friday ask so I don't forget.

So, I have two concepts I wanna rant about. I'll try to keep them short since there's two.

So #1: my concepts for the new WIP.

So, I decided against doing nano after all. I just have too much going on to have the motivation to write regularly right now tbh and for the first time since the first time I did nano, I have no shame in it. :) I tried, I thought I could but I learned I couldn't. And it would be hypocritical of me, with how much I preach to allow yourself to take breaks without shame or guilt, for me to then feel bad about quitting nano. :)

But I've written a bit of that WIP since the last Fab Friday and it's already great. I'm so excited to continue it!

I'm gonna post a really short snippet from it instead of talking about it itself.

The day they exiled us, my parents tried to fight for our freedoms… and in the end, they lost their lives for it. They were martyrs in the cause of justice and fairness for my kind. I still never, not ever forget that fact.

The 2nd thing I wanna talk about is less about a WIP (for now) and more about the character the WIP is about.

So first of all, if you've never heard it yet, I recommend the song 1000%, but the WIP was inspired by the song How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke. PHENOMENAL, haunting song, beautiful. And the second I heard the first few lines, the images of a villain going through their villain arc of BECOMING the villain raced through my mind. I have since then (last night) been working on her. Her name is Yvonne Scarlett Johanna (it was gonna be Johansson but then I was like 😬😬😬 oh right I love that name because it's an actress that I adore xD).

Anyway, she's secretly an artist. Has been tagging buildings since she was 14 or so. She accidentally killed her first victim, which was a police officer that had caught her tagging a building when she was 21 or 22 (I can't remember the exact age I wrote down).

Her calling card is what I'm REALLY EXCITED about though. She does graffitti that shows their faces but it's unique because one side of the face is all dolled up like they're going on a fancy date or something and the other side is like a decaying face, blood dripping from the face, rotting flesh, the whole nine yards. And to finish the scene, the corpse has paintbrushes (which were not used in the art, it's just for the art's sake) hanging out of the mouth. Her motivation, you ask? To show the world that art can change the world/make a difference.

I have a feeling she's gonna show up in one of my bigger projects because I'm already in love with her. xD I'm thinking she might be one of the killers that Belinda's ex, Ruby, who also happens to be Ikuisuus' first love interest (These are characters from a like 3-4 year old writing project called Death Has a Face) was going after. Ruby was a serial killer that killed serial killers xD and she dated Belinda to go after her. I think that Yvonne might be another woman she had figured out who she was and planned to kill. But I'm thinking maybe something caused her to change her mind.

Anywayyyy! This is so long, I'm sorry. I've been so excited to rant and ramble about my thoughts and ideas.

I am ALREADY in love with Yvonne!!! She sounds like a character who would make me scoop up a book off the shelf in a HEARTBEAT!!!

Also kudos to you for assessing whether you want to/have time for NaNo. Sometimes it can get really easy to overcommit, especially if you've been doing NaNo for a long time and you don't want to miss out.

But it's super important to prioritize your well-being, your mental health, and your energy alongside your writing ♥

[bluejay-in-write]

Hi Jay! Hiya sleepy! I have a question for you: have you ever had the idea to make a "What if" wip where a character had to make a choice or something happened, that could have changed how the story went/ something could have been prevented from a different wip?

Idk how you also knew I was sleepy was just about to go to bed but I got this and had to answer!!! (Was gonna answer all my asks on this blog like my personal but had so much to do today and was so exhausted that I didn't get a chance but will try tomorrow)

ANYWAYS

So the short answer is I HAVE!!! the long answer is much longer 👀🤣 (put in a read more in case anyone doesn't wanna scroll through all that haha)

okay so here's the thing when I first started writing I was around 16 years old or so, so it's been awhile. and what got me writing was this network--y'all remember networks right? well it was this tumblr network that was open to people looking to make an agents of shield self insert so that they could participate in a large shield mission roleplay! (i was really deep into the marvel fandom at the time and to this day marvel continues to be the fandom that I was active in the longest)

this was and still continues to be the coolest rp I ever participated in and the three people writing and running had the biggest brains ever and I thank them for giving me that opportunity. cause not only was it fun as hell but it's the very things that led me to start writing in the first place. to speed things up I turned my self insert into an actual character her name being Avery Plafaire. I rewrote her a couple times and in the end it just wasn't feasible to continue trying to write her story Code Blue.

as much as I loved her, the characters in her story, and the story itself I couldn't figure out a story to tell with them that was true to myself now and felt like it actually had a purpose or a reason for me to tell it. still I keep them close to me and maybe one day I'll try to make it all into something who knows. anyways regardless of what it ended up being or not I am immensely proud of the characters I came up with and the plot lines that intertwined them.

one of my favorites was the relationship between Avery and her clone but not clone Amber who had been originally a virus inserted into Avery's brain (long story that if anyone's interested you can ask about but way too long to get into it now) and copied her past to be able to replicate Avery and take over her body. well the more time Amber (the virus) took over her body the more she got to experience the outside world and become her own person.

over time Avery eventually realized that she was being possessed and that there was another being inside of her and it was decided that Amber now her own person would get her own body. so they made a decision, now being able to talk to each other in their shared mind, that Amber would have a body created for her and her brain (the virus chip) implanted into it so she could act as her own separate from Avery.

Amber went on to become an anti hero desperate to kill Avery thinking that if she destroyed the other girl she would destroy the weakness in herself that they both shared from their mutual past. But she was also very protective of Avery at the same time protecting her against anyone who would try to harm her claiming sole rights to remove Avery from the earth.

obviously while she started as a copy of Avery Amber became her own very distinct person and yet the two still share a strong connection that remains unbroken even though they no longer share one mind. and I went on a long winding story to basically tell you that I did get a big idea for a what if! and that idea was what it Avery and Amber decided to continue sharing one body and to work together instead of separating.

I actually wrote a snippet for it year and years ago and honestly the writing is kinda bad at least comparatively to how I write now but even though the story Code Blue remains on hiatus for the foreseeable future as well as it's characters... Avery and Ambers relationship as well as this what if scenario in particular continue to live rent free in my head and one day I would love to write more for them just cause of how obsessed I am with their dynamic

anyways this is hella long but as soon as I saw the ask I just knew I had to share this cause it's like my only solid what if? scenario that I'm actually so so so attached to and just never really got the chance to fully write sadly at least not before the time when the story was already kinda crumbling apart. but def open to talking more about them and about code blue in general if anyone's interested!

hope that answers your question and thank you so so much for the ask even though I'm sure you got way more than you bargained for haha 😊💙

[pens-swords-stuff]

hi! i'm here to talk co-writing! my writing buddy and i actually still haven't started our wip yet bc... neither of us have had many spoons for writing. we've kind of figured that it would be cute to do a epistolary-type adventure where we write mostly in journal entries. we've each chosen two characters to follow through the plot we've concocted.

so anyway! i tried to find your posts on cowriting bc i KNOW i've read them before and i couldn't. but how did you guys figure out what worked in terms of both writing the same wip at the same time?

<3, june

You can find all of the posts I've made about it at #cowriting. Granted, there's not a whole lot there yet, and most of the questions I've received about it so far have been pretty similar. That being said, I'm definitely planning on adding more at some point!

In terms of figuring out what worked and what didn't work, I think it's honestly just a matter of throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks. You don't actually know what will work and what won't work for you and your partner until you actually try it.

And when something works, I think you'll know. It's when something clicks, when the writing begins to flow really naturally, when you start to get really excited about the actually writing part, when you take a moment to pause and say 'wow, I think this is working'. And if it really is working for the both of you, your partner will agree! They'll feel it too.

For me and my partner, the transition into figuring out what worked for us was pretty natural. We met on a play-by-post roleplaying forum and we'd already written together in some sort of capacity for years by the point we made our partnership official. We've experimented a lot with how we write since then (and we continue to experiment to this day!), but for us, we've found that sticking with the 'roleplay' style of co-writing is what works best for us. We value character interaction above everything else, so us bouncing off each other's characters and having them interact back-and-forth is where we shine and what we love to do.

But of course, there's other ways to co-write too! My partner and I don't share characters generally — I write for the characters that I created, and I never write for my partner's — but some people do share characters. Some people just write a section of the story and pass it onto the other person in a round robin-eseque fashion. Some people might sit down together and figure out how to write every single sentence together. One technique that my partner and I tried a few was making a very detailed bullet point outline where we wrote everything that happened, and wrote everything that our individual characters said and did, then one person wrote it out in one narrative.

My best advice in figuring out what works for you is experiment and communicate! Talk about what co-writing means to you and your partner, and have a conversation about what seems to make the most sense. What do you think co-writing is? What comes to mind when you think about co-writing? What makes sense in terms of the division of labor? What are your strengths as a writer? What are your weaknesses? How do you two incorporate your strengths and cover for each other's weaknesses? What's your writing style, and what's their writing style? Are you a pantser/plantser/plotter? How are you going to plan what happens? Are you more of a descriptive writer, or are you more of an action writer? There are a lot of things at play when you do collaborations with another writer. You don't necessarily have to talk about everything or even figure out everything at the start. Some of these things, you discover as you go through your co-writing relationship and journey. But you do need to pay attention to everything that's happening and discuss it as you go.

And then experiment. Try a technique, and be very communicative while you do it. Does it feel right? Does it feel awkward? What's working? What's not working? What are you struggling with? What part did you like the most? What didn't you like? How would you make it better? It's so incredibly important to be open and honest during this. If you're being too nice and you're saying something seems great when it's not, you're never going to find the real system that works for the both of you.

I actually think that an epistolary format is a fantastic choice for a first-time co-writing project. And I'd even argue that the epistolary project that I did with my partner was the magical moment where we really clicked, and made the leap from roleplayers to co-writers. The way we did it was writing letters back and forth as our characters. Obviously you don't have to do it in a roleplay-style like we did, but I do think that epistolary formats are a really good way to dip your toes into the water, because there's less pressure to maintain solid narrative and prose. It gives you the interaction and the experience of co-writing with someone without actually having to worry about scenes, you know? I've found that it's a lot less frustrating way to figure out how to vibe together.

So talk to each other a lot! If this co-writing thing is going to work, you two are most likely going to become very close. Talk about everything that excites you about this project, and brainstorm ways to tackle it. And then try it. If it doesn't work, move onto the next! But once you find something that is really extremely fun, stick with it. When both of you are having fun with something, it'll be obvious in not just yourselves, but also your writing. And that's the magical method that works for the two of you.

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[sunflowercakemix]

Chuuya Nakahara x fem/Reader

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Reader P. O. V

,,..... There's waffles in the air, but flour in my hair.... " I sang softly carrying a large tray of cakes from the oven through the buzz of the bakery kitchen. The warm vanilla scent embraced me from the back as I got further from the oven station just for to quickly be replaced by the crisp air filled with the sound of crackling, wisking and busy foot steps from the main baking area. I change my singing tune happily as I develop a bounce to my step, my happiness blossoming into a little flower in my chest only for it to wither away with a loud yell " OI, L/N MOVE IT OVER THERE! THE CUSTOMERS AIN'T GONNA WAIT THE WHOLE MORNIN'!"

A sour thought and expression follow from me "Wow boss you really know how to motivate, eh?". I wave my boss away placing tray of cakes on a large table and walking out of his sight.

Right as I step back into the main kitchen I go back to tending to my flower of happiness, enjoying the scent playing in my nose. "Back to work Y/N!" I tell myself.

On their own my hands start moving, picking up flower and sugar. Trough my fingertips I let my emotions flow, right into the bowl with the mix. I let the stars of my dreams and lightning of my fear melt away in the bater, just to pour it in the mold to shove it in the oven to settle.

Closing up my first batch of the day I steal a glance at the people at the cash registre. I smile softly wishing I could see their faces or hear their heartbeat when they take the first bite, to see them be engulfed in the world I've baked. A smile tugs on my warm cheek one more time as I go back to baking with a new tune to my lips to my bosses dismay.

Third person P. O. V

Black hallways of the Port Mafia building echoed with the steps of a coat draped ginger wallking through them. The shallow sound following him all the way to large doors to his bosses office.

,,... Boss" the ginger said stepping inside.

,, Ah, Chuuya-kun you're here!".

Chuuya's boss, Mori Ougai, leaned to look at him from his kneeling position from the floor in front of a young blonde girl.

Chuuya quickly bowed ,, My apologies for interrupting you Sir but you quickly requested me to come here"

Mori started getting up from the floor. ,, In fact I did. The situation is rather urgent. Some of our smmuglers have turned out to be in fact another organization stealing from us. They have stolen an impressive amount of our cargo. " He sat at his desk ,, An impressive amount that's worth over 80 000 yen on the black market"

Chuuya nodded to this ,, So what's the plan?"

,, You'll take the Black Lizard on a raid to their hideout, leave the leaders alive and bring them to me. Understood?"

,, Yes boss! "

,, Good."

Chuuya bowed again as he exited the office.

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,, Damn it! The sun is gonna kill me." Chuuya cursed under his breath as he walked in front of a large tunnel. ,, Oya, and underground organization? This just might finnaly become interesting." he thought with a smirk.

Feverish red glow started to appear around him, his footsteps increasing in force 10 times as he started to walk inside of the darkness of the tunel.

,, These fuckers really are about to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity. "

Reader P. O. V

The noons in the bakery were always quiet so it wasn't very surprising to see most of my co-workers lazing around or smoking outside by the park.

These were also the times I used to work on my own recepies and notes since the kitchen was mostly empty.

The soft spikes of silence were scraping on my back as I was measuring honey over a bowl. I was enjoying my peacfull time until an explosion ripped from the park.

Dropping my utencials in shock, I snap my head towards the glass door where I see my co-workers gathering outside. I hurriedly join them, shaking.

They are yelling and pointing to the park near by, all of them soon silenced by another much bigger explosion. This one being followed by a wave of red glow pushing the whole crowd away.

,, Fuck no, I'm not dying today!!" was all my shaken up brain could muster.

My wobbly legs carried me back inside, where it was crammed with people. Both bystanders and workers.

Another explosion roared piercing the glass. ,, GURL get the hell out of here!" my head yelled and I listened. Pushing out through the crowd I found my way to the back ally behind the bakery. Hiding behind old boxes and garbage cans I hugged my knees hoping to calm my heart, wich was about to burst from fear. My hiding spot smelled like shit, but my best hope was that shit was gonna get blown up instead of me.

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya sent another piece of concrete flying ,,Hirotsu, call for back up!! We're losing here!!!".

As he yelled the piece he had sent flying  came back at him full force, followed by a wave of green acid.

,, Damn gifted..." Chuuya wipped the blood of his lip. The boss didn't tell him that the three leaders seem to have very powerful abilities. Two of them being the one he was fighting now.

One of them being able to copy his opponent's attacks the other one being able to control acid. The Black Lizard was currently fighting the third one, who was able to multiply herself.

No wonder they were able to steal so much.

Chuuya kept on attacking trying his best to then dodge his own moves, plus a rain of acid.

,, This is the feared Port Mafia?!?" asked the acid controler mockingly. ,, Im surprised you even figured us out with the weak ass game you showing here!" he yelled walking over to Chuuya who was now laying on the ground. The acid guy smirked and with a whip of his hand sent a hit of acid across Chuuya's chest.

Chuuya yelled from the pain. He tried to attack again, the pain on his chest making him weaker. The acid controler was preparing another hit when a black shadow punched through the air knocking him to the ground.

Chuuya tried lifting his head ,,Aktagawa?". He didn't get an answer just an image of a man in a black coat with a blonde female at his tail shooting.

Explosions different from earlier started forming around, stepped up by gun shots in the back.

Weak from his injuries Chuuya couldn't move until a nasty blast blew him away, knocking him unconscious while the shots contuied in the back.

Reader P. O. V

My knees and my mind kept shaking. I heard screams in the far open. I wanted join them in their demonstration of fear but I also felt like I needed to do something to help. Yet I stayed there quvivering.

I shut my numb eyes, I forgot how to blink in this ruckus, until I heard another blow closer to my hiding spot.

"FUCK I'M GONNA DIE" I thought

A thud followed, I got up ready to run until I saw body of an unconscious man laying in the beging of the ally way.

,, Someone else will help him.... " I looked around for that someone then another explosion came. ,,Aaaand that someone is me!"

I ran over to him and pulled him back to the place where I was hiding.

The bangs and thuds continued to bloom all around us. I looked over at the ginger man I pulled from the street hoping he would wake up so we could run from here.

He was out cold.

I couldn't just leave him there but neither could I run with him like this , so I just hugged my shaking knees again, praying that this would end soon.

Reared P. O. V

The chaos was finnaly cleared when it was deep in the night. The silence following it even harsher then the sounds of explosions before it.

I peeped out of my hidding, I saw police helping the scared or the injured on the streets but avoiding the area of the explosions.

I heard something shuffle next to me I quickly turn to find the ginger man opening his eyes.

With a lot of effort two bule eyes started looking into me.

,, Who the hell are.... You?!?" he snapped through his teeth.

,, Ummm.... Y/N... I'm Y/N!"

He kept panting and staring at me. ,, You better not be... AAGH!!" He yelped mid sentence clutching his chest.

,, Oh my god, are you ok?!?" I ask quickly.

He didn't answer.

,, The police is over there they can help you and.. "

,, NO, not the police! Just..." he went quiet again.

I looked at him worried. "He's not dying. Is he?!" I thought. Back at the street the sight seemed to have cleared. I put his arm over my shoulder.

,, What are you doing?!?" he snaps at me.

,, Sshh I'm gonna help you. Try to stay concious!"

Pulling the man with me through the back door into bakery kitchen I helped him sit on a table and lean against the wall.

,, Where are you hurt?" I ask. He points to his chest. I'm not given a chance to say more because he just started taking of his shirt.

A blush runs to my face. ,,Stop standing there and help me out. Do you have a faucet over here?" he asks. I lead him to the faucet where he washes what I now notice to be a burn. After washing it off he bandages himself up with the first aid kid I dug up from the drawers.

,, How are you feeling now?"

,, It hurts, but I'm better now" he replies. ,,Thank you.... erghh.. "

,, Y/N"

,, Thank you, Y/N"

His head leans against the wall making his hat drape over his eyes. ,, And mind if I ask who are you? " I cautiously break the silence.

He looks back at me,, Im Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara"

,, Nice to meet you then, and one more thing why did you avoid the police when you clearly need help?" a little bravery awakes in me as I speak.

,, You don't play around, huh? Don't worry about that my boss took care of that" a smirk grows on his lips ,,You should worry about you breaking in here"

,, Hah! Nice try but I work here" I smirk back with pride.

,, What you're a baker?". He winces from pain a little as he speaks.

,, Mhm" I answer ,,Are you sure you are ok?"

A sighs comes out of him ,,I am just... Can you help me with my shirt, I... need to get going"

I sport a faint blush again as I help him with his shirt and coat. ,,You are sure about this? You don't seem ok"

He fixes his hat as he weakly gets off the table ,, I am".

Even with that strong reply I still am not convinced ,, Like 100% sure? "

I hear a light chuckle from him ,, 100% sure, thank you again Y/N" he tips his hat towards me.

,, It's nothing, hope you get back, wherever you came from, safe. Chuuya"

As I watch him leave through the back door with a weak step I try to sink in the strange man I had just met.

Chuuya P. O. V

The plush of the pillow in infirmary supported my head as the doctor tied new bandages to my back. The burn from that acid asshole was sure to leave a scar he said.

,, A-and that should do it" the doctor said. Soon after that we heard the door open.

,, How are you Chuuya-kun?". I recoginsed the voice and got up.

,, Much better Boss"

He nodded his head and as if on que the doctor left the room to us.

,, Im sorry to be the barer of bad news but I have to tell you that the group  got away, and that the most of the cargo was either destroyed or used in the battle"

,, THOSE SONS OF A BITCH" I stumped my fist on the mattress

,, Calm down Chuuya. This is a great loss for the Mafia but if we manage to catch them we will get much more than we have lost"

,, What do you mean?"

,, This organization has been trying to overthrow the Port Mafia by making deals with other groups. If we kill them we will get the money they offered to other groups and get fear in the bones of those who belived they could beat us." he paused to look at me ,, But for that I expect to see you back at work soon"

I nod ,, You will boss"

                               

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I was going back from the head quarters, carrying with me weight of a failed mission. It stung even worse than that burn on my chest.

I started looking around the streets of Yokohama thinking how a nice a bottle of wine will ease my sorrows when I get home.

This was the plan until I noticed a broken glass door. Behind it a familiar sighing sillouet tapping her fingers on the registre.

I decided to drown my troubles with something else.

Reader P. O. V

It's been three days since the bomb attacks and because the bakery was the closest to the scene of crime many people have become scared to come here, and the few gossipers wich did show up were only greeted with broken shop windows.

Guess that was preety flavorless for them since they never stayed long to buy anything.

Ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping me company. For the first time I couldn't wait to get out of here. The closing shifts were never fun.

Ticking then got interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door signaling a customer.

,, Is this still open?" the customer asked.

To my great surprise it was the man I pulled from the street.

,, Oh, it's you!?"

He walked over to the counter. ,, Hello Y/N"

Damn, he even remembers my name. ,,Um, hi! What brings you here?"

I ask.

,, I noticed you on the counter and rembered you work here, so I thought I should try what you gotta offer" he replied now looking at the displayed cakes and sweets.

Light crackles through me. This is my chance. ,,You know these displayed ones aren't the best tasting ones, right?" he raises an eyebrow to this ,,Really?"

,, Yup! Sit over there I'll join you soon". I run towards the kitchen and start cutting up a piece of strawberry cake I baked with my own recepie. The one boss refused to display.

     

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Carrying my pride and joy back I find the man sitting at a table looking around.

,, Heree you go~" I sing placing the cake in front of him. As he examines the piece I sit beside him placing my head on my hands. Heart thumping in wait to see his reaction.

Chuuya P. O. V

I wanted to grab a pastry and leave and yet I ended up here. Sitting in front of a girl with litteral fireworks pouring out of her eyes.

,, You really love your job, eh?" I ask. She laughs ,, My, my what gave it away!"

,, Your eyes and how you litteraly jumped at an opportunity to give me this cake" I honestly reply, turning my eyes back on the cake.

She crooks an eyebrow ,, You really don't miss anything?" she smiles ,, And I gotta say you're absolutely right. But I think it will be even clearer when you try the cake. Now chop, chop!"

I listen to her and place a fork in my mouth.

I feel my eyes go wide. It's like I just swallowed a ball of melted flowers in my mouth.

,, You.. You made this!? " I ask. Her sparkling eyes were on the verge of popping out. ,, I did. Do you like it?!"

,, It's amazing!" I greedily take another bite. A smile rivaling the sun appears on her face. Warming up the room.

The cake soon dissapered from the plate wich her didn't fail to notice.

,, Would you like some more?" she smirks. I cover my half full mouth to answer ,, Yes please!"

A chuckle follows her as she grabs the plate from me.

Soon she comes back. ,, You know I'm really glad you stopped by today! Since that whole bombing incident we haven't had many customers."

Guilt starts to wash over my throat. ,, Really?"

,, Yeah, it's not that fun without customers. Seeing their faces when they eat our treats to me is the greatest charm to baking!" she leans her head back smiling.

I continue to enjoy the cake and Y/N's radiating happiness when she speaks up again.

,, By the way, how did you end up getting caught in that blast back then? If you don't mind me asking."

I choke up a little. ,,I had buissnes there".

Her eyebrow quirks again ,, Some dangerous buissnes, eh? I hope your injury wasn't too bad"

Trying to brush off the conversation I say ,, I'm fine now thank you for asking".

,, You do kinda give me the gangster vibe". I don't think she knew how dangerous those words were.

,, Anyhow, I should get going. How much will this be?" I get up from the table.

,, It's on the house" Y/N says.

,, Hah! Do you do this for all your customers?" I laugh

,, Nah, only for the ones I like and besides" she gets up from her seat ,, You gave me the positive feedback I need to get that cake on the menu so thank you for that!"

The room felt warm again with her words I couldn't help but smile myself

,,In that case I'm glad I stopped by"

I walk over to the door as her voice rings through the room ,, Come again soon!"