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Where are you y/n?

As sunlight entered the bedroom from the window the Archbishop stirred awke she turned over to see your sleeping form. However, she was surprised to see you were nowhere in sight. This came as quite a shock to the Archbishop as you have never awakened before her. She began to worry "Where is y/n? Why are they not in bed? Is my love ok?" She then calmed herself and got ready to do her Archbishop duties for the day.

Meanwhile, you were in the marketplace looking for a gift to give your beloved. There was no special occasion or anything of the sort you just wanted to surprise her and see a smile on her lovely face. As you were browsing the marketplace you had trouble finding a gift until you saw a certain bouquet. They were lovely and matched your beloved's beauty and grace you immediately went up to the merchant and purchased them. Now it was time to become a ninja and return to Rhea without having her see you!

As Rhea finished one of her many duties for the day she began to think to herself. "It has been quite some time since I have been awake and I still haven't seen or heard from y/n. Perhaps I should have Catherine or Seteth go look for them." As Rhea was deep in thought Flayn entered the room and noticed a worried expression on Rhea's face.

"Is everything alright Lady Rhea? You have a worried look on your face." As Flayn spoke it broke the Archbishop from thought "Ah Flayn I did not hear you enter. I have just been curious to the whereabouts of y/n I have not seen the since sunrise and I'm worried. If it would not be an issue could you look for them?" You would have to be a fool to not see the sadness in the eyes of the Archbishop as she worried about y/n.

"Of course Lady Rhea I shall go look for them at once." Flayn said as she left the room in search of you however...she did not proceed with the search of you. As you told Flayn just the other day about your plan just then she could see a familiar figure just down the hall.

Your ninja mission was a success! You have avoided the sight of your beloved and if your guess is correct she should be in the room just up ahead. As you entered the room she had her back turned most likely busy with her Archbishop duties. You then began to walk up to your beloved and you tapped her on the shoulder "Guess who!" Rhea's eyes lit up immediately as she turned around to see you standing before her.

"Y/n where have you been? I have been worried about you!" Rhea spoke with concern in her voice you then took something from behind your back and showed it to her. " Well haha I've just been looking for a gift for you Rhea you are just so special and dear to me and I wanted to show my love and appreciation for you with a gift." Rhea's eyes widen when she saw the beautiful flowers you had gotten for her.

"Y/n you should know you don't need a gift to show your affection for me. You being here standing by my side is more than enough to show me that you love and cherish me." As Rhea spoke a blush appeared on her face and her eyes softened when speaking to you. "Rhea..." You said as tears began to fall from your eyes as you rushed forward to hug her. I love you, Rhea." Rhea put the flowers aside and returned the hug. "And I love you my dear y/n." The both of you stood hugging one another without a care in the world.

Hello ! Can I request for a fluffy angel x male child reader ?

He got kidnapped by her for a ransom, but he get attached to her. He is often carried in her arms at 6 years old and likes the feeling of her leather gloves.

Angelic Care

Anime: Fairy Tail

Character: Angel

Genre: Fuff

Proofread: Yes

Note: This is my very first request from someone and it's a Fairy Tail request! Ooh, I'm so happy I hope this is to your liking! I apologise if Angel is possibly out of character here but I tried my best. If this is not your liking send another request in and I'll try again for you!

Warnings: None

"Please, please bring me back to my mama!" The cries of a little boy could be heard as he screamed and yelled at his capture. Her gaze went down towards that of the crying child who had not stopped since she took him. She was thinking of a way to calm the child and stop the tears from falling from his face and that is when an idea came to her.

"Now, now little one stop the tears, won't you? I promise as long as you are in my care I promise I will keep you safe. Now tell me what is your name?" She bent down to his level and began to wipe the tears from the boy's face. This seemed to calm the boy as he began to speak to her "M-my name is Y/N." The child spoke as he grabbed her hand and lay his cheek on her glove. Angel smiled at the action of the little boy "Now that is a lovely name indeed it suits you very well Y/N. Do you like my glove? It's very soft, isn't it? Now, how about you hold my hand and we get something to eat how does that sound?"

The face of Y/N began to light up as his tears went away and a smile could now be seen on his face. "Yes, yes! Please I would like to eat some food!" The child spoke jumping up and down while still holding her hand. "Aww, how adorable now hold my hand so you don't get lost. Oh and one last thing you may call me Angel."

Ever since then little Y/N would be seen following around Angel wherever she went. If Angel was talking with someone Y/N could be seen behind her holding onto her glove because of shy he is around others. However, one day as they were walking Y/N suddenly turned to Angel and said "Up!" This caught her attention and Angel turned to face Y/N who continued to say "Up!, Up!"

She then bent down and picked him up and sat him in her arms. "Is this what you wanted? Aww, again you are adorable Y/N!" With Y/N in her arms, Angel continues to walk down the hallway with Y/N resting his head on her shoulders.

Angel reached the end of the hallway and opened the door at the very end of it. Was Y/N's room it had reached night sooner than she realised and she had to put Y/N to sleep. As she walked towards the bed she could hear a soft snore it was none other than Y/N who had fallen asleep in her arms. "Oh Y/N you are to cute for your good." She said as she gently put him in the bed. "Goodnight Y/N have sweet dreams and I will see you tomorrow." She said as she kisses Y/N on the forehead and stands up and walks out of the room closing the door behind her.

I'M SO SOFT RIGHT NOW.

How You’d Like It

You think your boyfriend is going to propose when he tells you to dress for a fancy dinner. But he has other plans.

Lucas x MC

Your boyfriend had told you to be dressed up in your absolute best this Saturday.

You were used to his fancy tendencies, since you met him you knew how he was. Lucas was posh, grew up in a wealthy military family, while you grew up in the working class. You’d worked hard for the nice things you’d gotten yourself- not that he didn’t. You knew he took his job seriously.

But even after three years you weren’t used to the surprise dinners at fancy restaurants that you never would have tried if you weren’t with someone used to that world. If it had been another dinner with his parents, he would’ve told you. They never saw eye to eye on your relationship, also thinly veiling to the fact that they thought you were a gold digger, and he was always very quick to shit that down. No matter how much he tried, you would never take a dime from him. Even now that you lived together, you set half the bills up to autopay from your account so that he couldn’t keep you from paying your share.

So this dinner was different. You could tell. Usually he told you the morning of where dinner would be on that particular day, so you still had all day to get ready. But this time he told you nearly a week ahead of time to dress up nice, scheduled you to get your hair and nails done- if you wanted. He never asked you to adjust your comfortability for him, and he offered to pay for it if you wanted to do it- along with a new dress. But it all let you know that this dinner was special.

That led you to one conclusion that you really didn’t want to be true.

He wanted to propose.

You were more than happy to marry him, you love him, but…

A big show and fancy dinner was your boyfriend’s style.

It wasn’t yours.

Your friends often referred to you as the life of the party, but you never strived to be the center of attention- no matter how often you found yourself there. So you didn’t want to feel like you were being pressured to say yes, even though you already would, just because the proposal would undoubtedly draw as many eyes to you as possible.

When he tucked your hand into his arm, leading you into the restaurant, the butterflies and nerves in your stomach had multiplied instead of dying down. The aura was cozy, romantic and warm, and it was the perfect setting for the storybook proposal. The hostess led the two of you to a small table, he pulled your chair out as he always did, and you gazed intently at the menu in hopes of distracting your racing mind.

But as the appetizers came and went, along with the main course and then dessert, the question you expected never came.

Which led you down a rabbit hole in your mind. His birthday was last month. Your anniversary was the week before. Your own birthday wasn’t for another couple months. What were you missing that made tonight so special?

You could see the glint in his eye, knew that he was aware you were trying to figure it out, but he obviously wasn’t going to tell you. He paid the check before you could even start to protest, taking you by the hand and leading you out the front doors to your car- the proper gear hadn’t been an option to take his bike tonight. He opened the passenger door for you, before closing it and jogging around the drivers seat. He pulled a duffel bag from the bag you hadn’t seen, setting it into your lap as he pulled out of the lot and down the road. You moved to open it, but he caught your hand.

“Not yet, love.” He grinned at the road, the glint back in his eye as you huffed and let him take hold of your hand.

He pulled into an old apartment building’s parking lot, and it didn’t take long to realize it had been where you lived when you met him. Brows furrowed as he parked, hopping out to open your door- something he refused to let you do. Sometimes he would lock you in until he could get around if you tried to get out on your own.

He took the bag from you before grabbing your hand, pulling out a key and letting the two of you in to start the walk up the four floors to your old flat. You followed his pull on your hand in silence, mind racing with why you were back here.

He opened the door, revealing the same small home you used to know, bare of almost all furniture except for a TV set up in front of a couch that looks just like the one you agreed to get rid of when you moved in together. Actually, walking up to it showed the same stains- this was the same couch you used to own. Lucas didn’t even blink as he sat on it, ignoring your curious gaze as he dug into the duffel he’d brought, handing you a pair of your sweatpants and your favorite of his hoodies with your make up remover wipes. He nodded his head down toward the bathroom, and you curiously followed the silent command.

A few minutes later, you arrived back in the room to see him dressed the same way, your favorite movie beginning to play on the tv. You carefully perched beside him, questioning look on your face, but he just kept smiling at you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Lucas, babe, what the hell are we doing here?”

His smile didn’t fade, “Watching a movie.”

“You know damn well-“ he cut you off, pulling you into his side to cuddle as he shushed you.

“Just watch the movie. It’ll make sense after.” He pulled a bowl of popcorn from the seat next to him, and you were entirely unsure of where he got it.

It decidedly did not make sense after. It was close to eleven at night when the movie ended, and Lucas still hadn’t explained why you were here. You were trying to be patient, there had to be a reason, but you were tired and wanted to go to bed. “Babe?” You called as the credits rolled, “Can you please tell me what’s going on?”

Lucas hummed, “You remember when you lived here?” He glanced around, nostalgic smile on his face.

Your brow furrowed, “Of course I do. I also remember colliding with you as you jogged past the front door and spilling my coffee down my shirt.”

He laughed, “Yeah, but then you let me take you to buy a new one and I’ve never looked back since.” He took hold of your hand, turning to face you with an incredibly serious look in his eye, “I’ve never regretted any of my choices in life. But, ironically, that day I hadn’t wanted to go on my run. I spent the entire time I was running regretting not staying at home. And then I ran into you. Just like that any regrets I had vanished into the void, never to be thought of again.”

“Baby,” You sniffled through a smile, “What’s brought this on?”

Lucas beamed at you, melting your heart as he slipped off the couch onto one knee, “I wanted to take you back to where we started. Show you how far we’ve come when I ask you to go further with me. Y/N, you have always been too good for me. I grew up getting what I wanted, but never staying in one place for too long. But you- god, you were so hard to figure out. You didn’t care that I was attractive or that I had money. You didn’t care what tricks I used to get you to agree to a second date. You made me earn it, and that’s how I knew you were worth keeping- worth holding onto. Not keeping. You are not an object to be kept, but a person to be loved, and I love you more than you could ever know.” He let go of your hands, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. Not something flashy like you’d expect from his tastes. Something understated and beautiful, something you’d have picked out yourself. “Y/N, please. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Koh?”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and you were thankful he’d asked you to remove your make up otherwise you’d have rivers of mascara as you nodded through a gentle sob, “Yes, Lucas. I would love to become Mrs. Koh.” He kissed you, strong and sure, before slipping the ring onto your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck, just holding tight, “I thought- you made such a big deal about the restaurant-“

“Love,” he laughed, hand stroking your back, “You would have hated that. All that attention? I knew- even Chelsea got on my ass about it- that you’d prefer it to be private at home.”

“How’d you even get us in here? Or get this couch back?”

Lucas looked sheepish, “The couch I’ve had right here since we moved. This has always been my plan. My parents bought out the building years ago, it’s why I used to jog past it- so I just made sure that it would be vacant for this.” Your brow furrowed and he quickly amended, “By not letting them rent it out. I didn’t evict anyone for it.”

You smiled softly as you processed everything, “We’ve been living together for nearly two years. You’ve kept this gross old couch in this place that long? You planned this so long ago?”

He pressed a kiss to your temple, “Been planning this since the moment I spilled your coffee.”

Masterlist

One More Hour.

Megumi x GN Reader.

Synopsis: After nearly a whole day of spending time in your boyfriend’s dorm, he still wants more. Can you really deny him that wish, especially after he has bribed you with more chocolate and plushies, along with cuddling his dogs?

Word Count: 1k.

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*~*~*~*

No matter how much time passes, Megumi's dorm room remains unchanged in appearance and function.

The door glides open effortlessly unless Megumi has locked it for the night or day.

The rear wall of his room boasts fully stocked bookshelves, primarily filled with history books and nonfiction literature. This tends to annoy you, as reading any of them inevitably leads to immediate boredom-induced sleep. Once, you suggested that Megumi should embrace more imaginative reads, prompting him to respond with a half-serious glare that may have been annoyance or simply playful teasing, a common occurrence when the two of you are alone.

Megumi sleeps on a single futon, always left in a disheveled state, which is rather peculiar considering his typically organized nature. Even you occasionally make your bed, unless you're too tired in the mornings. However, Megumi consistently leaves his futon untidy, with stacks of nonfiction books near his pillow, as is his custom.

You always ponder silently, wondering if he keeps such boring books near his bedside so he can fall asleep faster, a mischievous smile forming within.

In the far corner of his dorm room sits his desk, always facing away from you. On it, you'll find Megumi's trusty laptop, open notebooks filled with scattered ideas, a collection of books, a handful of succulents and bonsai seedlings, and if you're fortunate, his Nintendo Switch. It's likely occupied by the perpetual loading screen of Animal Crossing: New Horizons, Omori, or Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Although he claims to play these games solely to appease your persistent recommendations, deep down you suspect he genuinely enjoys them. Of course, if you were to ever voice this suspicion, he wouldn't hesitate to sell his beloved Nintendo Switch on some online auction platform right before your eyes, subjecting you to a rather cruel spectacle.

However, he would undoubtedly retract his decision at the last possible moment. Megumi may possess various traits, but intentionally causing you emotional pain out of spite is certainly not one of them.

“‘Gumi, what’s your favorite type of chocolate?”

At your question, Megumi stares at you like you have grown a second face like Tomie Kawakami. Surely to him, you’re also just as pretty right, minus the second face thing? You’ll have to put it on your list of impulsive things to ask him, physically writing it down or otherwise.

In your hands is the heart-shaped box he had just given to you as a supposed reward for not having talked his ears off. Along with not having thrown his gift, a container of some homemade strawberry cake that you made from a boxed mix, that you would never admit, at him when he inevitably made some teasing quip. You aren’t known for being exactly willing to let insults from fellow peas in your pod pass without them hammering back. It is just what you do.

He may avoid the question, but at least he will still be chained down to sitting with you on the floor if you keep on pouting with every action he takes.

As always, acting like he is being held hostage in his own dorm room, he shuffles from side to side instead of responding. He’s faking being nervous again. Even if you wanted to, you could never actually hurt Megumi.

He looks at the floor, feigning confusion and fear.

You sigh.

There is a slight smirk that appears on his face as you do so.

He can be such a dick sometimes, intentionally or not, although him being the former is quite rare, he only does it with you. The duality of such a foreign species of a man called Megumi Fushiguro, you guess.

“Cherry, of course.” Of course. “I just love it. You should know that. Bec-”

Immediately, your hand slaps over his mouth like its life depends on it.

“Don’t you dare, everyone knows I hate cherry-flavored things!”

Like he was drowning, Megumi acts out a struggle and as soon as your hand is off, he takes in deep breaths, inhaling in and out quickly like you had single-handedly made him see the heavens itself. He is strange. But so are you.

So, against your better judgment, you throw your copy of Crime and Punishment, all 700 pages of it, at him, hitting his forehead with a loud slamming sound erupting from the attack.

“Ow!” Megumi exclaims, rubbing the sore spot with his hands. Maybe your actions were over the top? Yet, then again, so was his.

You cross your arms. “Deserved.”

“I can take away that rabbit plush I gave you last week.”

“You wouldn’t dare, Fushiguro.”

“I would. You’re lucky, though. I don’t usually tease anyone aside from you.”

That’s true. Megumi is stoic in all matters, from cooking to reading. That is, aside from matters where a closed door and you are involved. It is like he becomes an entirely different person, you heavily, heavily doubt Yuji would believe you if you told him.

Even on dates, he is never this expressive. If anything, he is a well-meaning but cold Prince Charming whenever the general public has eyes on him. If only that were true.

“But really, what is your favorite type of chocolate?”

His smirk disappears, replaced with a thoughtful expression.

“Hmm.” Perhaps the all-powerful concussion made him go back to normal? That would make sense. “Coffee, maybe.”

“Huh? Why, to still satisfy your caffeine addiction?”

“Goes well with ginger.”

“What?”

It is a hard-to-stomach image that appears in your head; Megumi eating Shogayaki for breakfast with black coffee along with coffee-flavored chocolates on the side. It makes you sick just thinking about it. If that vision ever became an unfortunate reality, you could imagine yourself looking at the scene in pure horror. 

He isn’t teasing you if his expression tells you anything.

He’s serious.

“They aren’t that sweet either.” He really is serious. “You know I don’t like sweet side dishes. Ginger and coffee are a good combination.”

He really is fucking serious.

“Get out, Megumi.”

“...This is my-”

“Argh! Don’t care! Get out!”

ABOUT ME (≧∇≦)~! 🪼

Hi! My Name is Toby/Seven, and welcome to my writing/art account! Here, I write or draw about whatever interests me or whatever someone requests (as long as it's a reasonable and legal request). I decided to create a whole new account to start fresh, as I've had a.....very awkward writing block (Formerly @sevendidnoteat9 for anyone wondering).

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