Fuck you AI Art
She was not asking
https://x.com/SarahCAndersen/status/1959277014440931334?t=bLkedEdjaCvjiaaqGlbA6A&s=19
Blue Umbrella
Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader
Summary: The first time Nanami notices you.
w/c: 2.8k
a/n: This is my first ever x reader fic so I'm super nervous!! I do really like the vibe I went for so please let me know if you'd want more of this reader with Nanami.
Any feedback is welcomed! Enjoy!!
!Warnings!: mentions of death, dead bodies and arranged marriages.
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wave goodbye ⋆｡⋆❀˖°
༄ pairing: k. nanami x f!reader
༄ synopsis: you visit kento’s favorite place to live in the pockets he has left behind and to say goodbye.
༄ warnings: wc: 3k+. little a bit of everything: angst, fluff, and smut (very soft), canon (in the sense that nanami dies), staggering flashbacks (the same day but different years), mentions of death, sadness, heartbreak, quiet ending.
༄ a/n: for the lovely @lily-bisque’s (ily) summer collab!!! my chest caved in a little while writing this.
July 5th, 2017
Postcard from Kuantan, Malaysia
To my love,
A fantasy AU where there are adventurers and adventurer parties and guilds and stuff, but a highly renowned party, the 141, keeps taking on your mundane escort quests for some inexplicable reason.
You're an herbalist, and you like to gather ingredients yourself rather than requesting others to fetch them for you. The locations you frequent aren't particularly dangerous, but you'd feel better if you had someone watching your back just in case. It's a beginner's quest. You've been escorted by more first-time adventurers than you can count. You're used to single or two person parties and enthusiastic bundles of nerves whenever the guild informs you that your request has been accepted.
That's why it's baffling when the 141 accepts your quest, even more so when they make a habit out of it. Overqualified can't even begin to describe it. This is a party known for slaying dragons and lich kings, clearing dungeons deemed impossible to conquer, that sort of stuff. But at some point between all that, they saw you putting in your request at the guildhall and decided to add accompanying you on your ingredient runs into the mix.
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Reader who gets pregnant off of a one night stand with some soldier during armed forces day, showing your appreciation for his service a little too well.
You had a support system, friends who joked about you having way too much fun, hence your predicament, others already offering to buy things for the baby and your parents who couldn't be happier to meet their grandchild.
But what about the father?
Well, it's not exactly like you could track him down. Fuck, you didn't even know the man's name, only how he made you feel, his filthy words strumming in your ear, big hands tight around your waist, hips slamming away in a desperate chase.
Let's forget how you leg-locked him.