#anyway cringe and cry

[muxas-world2]

It’s noisy in the garage—mechanics coming and going, tools clinking. He’s relaxing in his seat when he feels a tiny hand tap his leg.

“Pecooo… Oh, you’re not Pecco,” says a little girl, her big, wet eyes already starting to look teary. He definitely doesn’t want problems with that side of the garage, so he quickly tries to console her.

“Shhh, hey, princesa! Don’t worry, it’s fine,” he says gently. They play for a little while, her giggles easing the tension, until she looks up at him and asks, “What’s your name?”

“It’s Marc, nena. What’s yours?” he asks, twirling one of her curls.

“GUILIETTA! Where are you?”

Marc doesn’t even need to look to know who the voice belongs to. And honestly, he should’ve known sooner. The kid’s curls and eyes are a perfect copy of the man now standing in front of him..

“Here you are. I’m sorry, she’s…” The man’s voice trails off as his eyes land on Marc.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asks, tension rising, but before Marc can answer, the little girl pipes up.

“Dad, this is my friend Marc!”

He looks at Marc, his expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he sighs, turns to his daughter, and mutters a quiet “thank you” to Marc.

….“I’m taking the kid.”

“But Dad, I want to play!” she protests.

“Say bye. Come on,” he says firmly.

He leads her away, leaving Marc to watch them go…watching those same blue eyes while waving godbay…

[acochleola]

a man watched over by an angel

[xxplastic-cubexx]

//LOUD INCOMPREHENSIBLE POINTING//

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[wanderingibon]

if you thought i'd introduce my rooksona with something epic and cool with immense lore... here's lucanis with cookie rook instead. i hope it captures the energy, and more

[chibigaia-art]

putting them in the anime blender that is my artstyle

(last one's og)

[liamket]

be brave, be couragerous, you can success in this adventure of yours

[arttsuka]

Based on somewhat real events

I spent way too much time drawing this...

But yeah, Ford finally saying thank you

A continuation (kinda)

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Okay hear me out!

Sanegiyuu, they're dating. Giyuu makes ohagi for Sanemi and they eat it while on a date and it tastes like his mother and that makes Sanemi cry.

i don't wanna talk about this rq being from october

It had taken much effort on Giyuu's part. He'd gone as far as hiring Mitsuri as his teacher (he actually paid her) to learn, taking several days and wasting many ingredients before he perfected it. Sort of. But the lopsided group of ohagi was better than nothing, and Giyuu gratefully thanked Mitsuri before hurrying off with his bundle of sweets. He was late in arriving and Sanemi was evidently impatient, tapping his foot as he waited for Giyuu. He looked slightly relieved when Giyuu appeared, but masked it with his irritation.

"Took your sweet fuckin' time," he grunted, but took Giyuu's outstretched hand so they could start on their way.

Giyuu apologized, tucking the bag of ohagi into his sleeve.

Somewhere during the date, he got tired of trying to hide it and presented it to Sanemi. Sanemi took it curiously, unwrapping the cloth and peeking into the container.

"Ohagi?" he asked, peering at it suspiciously.

Giyuu nodded sheepishly. "I made it," he explained. "Kanroji helped me."

"Oh." Sanemi paused. "Kanroji?"

"I didn't know who else could make it..."

Apparently finding this reasonable, Sanemi opened the container and picked one up, pretending not to cringe when it ungracefully nearly fell apart. But he ate it, finishing the first ohagi and humming to himself. Giyuu waited nervously, watching as Sanemi paused. There seemed to be very little reaction at first, but then Sanemi picked up another ohagi, this time taking longer to eat it. He looked almost lost, a bit in his own world as he chewed.

Unable to wait much longer (and just getting worried it was terrible), Giyuu mumbled, "Is it okay?"

He took the container back, a bit fidgety, and picked one of the not-quite-dense enough mochi balls and bit into it. It seemed fine, really. It seemed a touch too sweet, but it certainly was better than he'd expected it. What with Sanemi's silent reaction.

"I- I like it," Sanemi finally said, swallowing. His voice seemed tense, a bit off. He drank some water quickly and Giyuu brushed it off as the ohagi being too dry, or something.

"You do?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." Sanemi ducked his head down, finishing his second ohagi.

Giyuu frowned. "Are you okay?" he fretted, concerned. Was Sanemi sick? Had the ohagi made him sick?? Oh, god, maybe it did. ...could someone get sick that quickly?

Sanemi nodded. "'m fine. Sorry. One moment." He took in a shaky breath. Turning slightly so he was angled subtly away from Giyuu, he swiped at his eyes with the hand he hadn't used for the ohagi, swallowing again.

It took a moment for Giyuu to place that. It hit him as familiar, but he only understood a minute later that—"Are you... crying?" he blurted out, immediately regretting his words. He was such an idiot for just-

Sanemi grumbled. "No. I'm not," he huffed. He looked up then, at least, which only proved Giyuu right. His eyes were vaguely glassed over, and he was blinking quickly. "I'm not," he insisted, when Giyuu couldn't suppress a knowing look.

With the concern for Sanemi and worry that it was his own fault, Giyuu opened his arms. Sanemi hesitated only a moment before sinking into the embrace, burying his head into Giyuu's shoulder so he could hide his head.

"I'm not fucking crying," he grumbled, voice muffled by Giyuu's haori. Still, he clung onto him for several minutes until his breathing seemed to steady out. Then he sat up, pointedly turned away to rub at his eyes, then looked back at Giyuu.

"What happened?" Giyuu asked, forgetting that he should maybe just leave it be. But Sanemi answered, picking up Giyuu's half eaten ohagi and finishing it to busy himself.

"Nothing." Then, only a second later: "My mom used to make ohagi. When I was younger."

Giyuu took a moment to process that. He knew that Sanemi's only living family member was Genya (despite the protests), so that meant that his mother must've died. Which made him feel terrible for making ohagi—although he wondered, briefly, why Sanemi ate it so much if memories rose like that from Giyuu's shitty attempt at ohagi.

Sanemi continued, ignorant of Giyuu's thoughts. "She used to make it real sweet 'cause we couldn't have things like that a lot. Ohagi was always my favorite of the ones she made and she sometimes let us help make it with her," he mumbled. "Some of them were like these—kinda fucked up and distorted. But it just. Reminded me of them. Didn't mean'ta... uh. Yeah."

"Oh."

"'Oh,'" Sanemi mocked, rolling his eyes.

Giyuu pouted. "Sorry, uhm. It's okay. I'm sorry that I made you think of that," he said quickly. "I'm glad you didn't get sick or something, though."

"Sick?" Sanemi scrunched his nose. "From what?"

"The ohagi."

"You can't... get sick that quickly..." he said, raising an eyebrow. Then he grinned. "Fuckin' dumbass."

"Hey! I made you ohagi...!" Giyuu protested, ducking away from Sanemi's playful but dangerous hand.

Sanemi scoffed. "And made me cry, yeah," he grunted. He ignored Giyuu's pointed look at his admission, and went on. "Let's just finish and then go to your house. I bet you made a mess while making this and forgot to clean it up."

Giyuu stayed quiet, knowing full well Sanemi was right. Instead of answering, he helped Sanemi settled back down so they could finish eating. He made a quick, mental note to add extra sugar just for Sanemi, if he ever made ohagi again.

[essektheylyss]

wild remembering how when I started undergrad we all just traded our tumblr urls in the class facebook group despite being in the height of go nuts show nuts and now I'm like, god forbid I mention my fandom niche in my grad program server with enough specificity that someone might be able to identify my ao3, an account that hosts a lot of work that I'm in fact immensely proud of.

[salad-storm]

FUCK coriolanus snow if a girl like lucy gray loved me as much as she loved him i'd kill myself three times over if it'd keep her happy

[theeio]

Livio angst.. imagine him crying and being comforted by WW :(

theyre both each other’s hurt/comfort anyway here another episode 7 moment that should’ve happened

[black-and-yellow]

[mornynge]

Indulgence

Rating: Mature (18+) Relationship: Sai/Adam Warnings: Mentions of blood, infidelity With Sai and Adam left alone at the warehouse and the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, yet another barrier breaks between the two.

What a mess.

What else is there to say in the current situation. Sai holds onto the edges of the sink with a nauseating feeling of failure hanging over him. They're nowhere close to dealing with the problem at hand and his body continues to fail him. Yet again he's at the mercy of something he doesn't understand. It's frustrating, to put it lightly. Looking down at the running water, Sai finally remembers what he came here for. Hours in the library began to eat at his sanity, so he came here to rest, to put his mind at ease - if only for a few minutes. Splashing his face with water and letting it comfort him for a moment, a faint noise finally reaches his ears. The doors to his room open with a familiar creak, an issue that he swore was fixed by now.

"You're back already?" he calls out, drying his face with a towel before throwing it onto a nearby chair "I thought the Agency wouldn't let you leave until-" As he peers around the corner, expecting to see a familiar figure and those brown eyes that capture his very soul, a smile creeps onto his lips. But the figure standing in the middle of his room is not Nate. Far from it.

"Adam," Sai almost takes a step back.

"I'm sorry to intrude." Icy green eyes gaze at him from above, sending shivers down his spine. "I knocked but there was no response and I thought-"

"You knocked? Sorry, I…" Sai rubs at the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache forming between his eyes. "I didn't hear anything. I was trying to rest." He doesn't know why he's explaining himself to Adam of all people, "I didn't mean to worry you."

Adam doesn't move, doesn't speak either. Sai lets out a sigh, as if to fill the awkward silence, before moving closer to his bed. He sits down, his muscles as tense as ever. After another minute, he realizes that Adam hasn't moved from his spot.

"Adam?" Sai turns to face him, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to check on you," Adam shifts at his own words, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Check on me? Adam I'm…" He's not fine, far from it. But as much as he'd wish to be truthful with the others, he doesn't want to be a burden. It feels as if it's all he's been lately.

"I know you're capable of taking care of yourself," Adam takes a step forward, "But you have your limits."

Sai can only scoff at his words, too exhausted for a lecture. Adam takes yet another step towards him and Sai can only wonder why is he still here. He checked on him, he saw that Sai was fine - that should be enough.

"I understand your concerns, but I'm okay," by the time he says anything, Adam stops right before him, a mix of emotions in his eyes. Sai can feel his own heart beat a little faster at the proximity. He looks up to meet Adam's gaze. They could say so many things to one another, and yet, neither says anything. The eye contact alone is enough.

Adam reaches out with his hand, so slowly that Sai thinks he's imagining it. But no, the tips of his fingers brush against Sai's cheek, in a manner so delicate, so deliberate. And Sai falls into the touch, resting his cheek in Adam's hand, closing his eyes. Minutes pass, or at least, it feels like they do. Time seems to blend together when they're next to each other. Sai feels his heart slow down to its usual rhythm, his muscles relax, his growing headache fading. They could stay like this forever - he thinks, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. That is, until he feels Adam's hand pulling away.

"Adam?"

"I…" He looks to the side, as if he was contemplating something. Streaks of pain flash on his face if only for a moment, before he turns back to look at Sai.

"I should get back to… To it. I'll let you rest," but as Adam moves to leave, Sai stands up, so quickly he almost loses his balance, grasping by his wrist. Adam looks back, surprised by this rather bold move, breath catching in his throat. Sai's own face is pained, his hazel eyes filled with nothing but desperation for this moment to last a little longer. His heart is pounding again, his emotions threatening to spill all over. How many times will he do this to him? How many times will he show his own selfish desires and longings, only to pull back? And suddenly, amidst heavy silence and their hearts beating out of rhythm, they're very much aware of how close they are.

And something breaks.

Their lips crash into one another, hungry and desperate for what they've been denying themselves for months. Sai feels Adam's hands wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, Adam's form hovering over his body. In a frantic move, almost beyond his control, Adam pushes Sai further onto the bed - crawling on top of him in one swift motion. He swears he hears Sai say something but the heat of the moment overwhelms him, making it harder to focus. They kiss, again and again, messily and without a thought.

Adam stops, only when he feels Sai's hands reaching for his belt. Their eyes meet, if for a moment.

"We can't," Adam says, no more than a whisper.

"Why not," Sai counters, words escaping his lips between shaken breaths.

"I can't do this to him," they both know who Adam is speaking of, yet neither of them is brave enough to say his name. Not now, when Adam can feel the hardness between Sai's legs as he presses against him, their bodies still wrapped around each other in a mockery of lust.

"But you would do this to me?" Sai's words cut through his heart, in a cruel realization that he's right.

He could still leave. Even if it hurts them both. Push, whatever this is, deep down into his memories and try to forget about it - like he has done with so many other things in life. But this is different, isn't it - Adam thinks to himself, as Sai's entire being shakes underneath his touch. There's no going back from this. This is more than a few stolen glances, this is more than an accidental touch. If he leaves now, how long will it take for them to be back in this exact situation again? But if they go further…

But they won't go further. They can't go further. Yet a part of him needs it like a drowning man needs air. To have Sai in his embrace, to hear his shattered breaths, to feel him in more ways than one.

A compromise then - Adam thinks to himself, as their lips meet once again. He pulls Sai even closer, feeling his fingers tug at his shirt, before pushing his hair out of the way. For a moment, hesitation tugs at his heart, as he bares his fangs before him. But Sai doesn't push him away, he doesn't protest. With his cheeks flushed and his eyes barely opened, he tilts his neck to the side.

Adam's teeth sink into his neck, drawing both blood from flesh and a moan out of Sai's lips - now parted in expression of pure bliss and ecstasy. His eyes roll backwards before disappearing completely behind half closed eyelids. His breathing is quick and uneven, his whole body shaking as his nails claw into Adam's neck. And Adam drinks, savouring the taste, while his own hands hold onto Sai's body.

He pulls away a moment later, blood dripping from his lips onto Sai's half-opened shirt, breathing heavily. They both do - holding onto one another, not willing to let go - unable to catch a breath.

Minutes pass in silence before Adam pushes himself off of Sai, stumbling into a bedside table behind him. He feels Sai's blood still - on his lips, in his throat, in the very pit of his stomach. It's intoxicating, making him wish for more. He looks down at the other man, Sai trying to steady his own breathing, as he lifts himself up from the tangled sheets. Sweat coats his brow, the bite mark still bleeding - forming a streak of blood down to his collarbone, his long hair a mess.

Only now does Adam realize that he has pushed Sai over the edge, his trousers stained with his own release.

Adam wipes the blood off of his lips with his hand, smudging it across his chin. He'll have to clean up - he thinks, looking down and seeing his own clothes disheveled and messy. He feels something akin to panic slowly raising in his body, making his hands shake, as he keeps looking down. They should've waited - he thinks - they moved too fast, they should've…

"Adam?" Sai's voice tears him away from a sudden contemplation of his actions. It's quiet and gentle, yet filled with so much uncertainty. You've done this to him - a thought latches onto his mind - and you'll both suffer because of it.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Well, at least Fukuzawa got his wish granted, I guess.... he's finally inside Fukuchi <3

[ajthemagpie]

Fanfic authors, please, I implore you, from one writer to another, DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS. Change the account ownership, make a different pseud to put it under, anonymise or orphan them, it doesn't matter, just please, please, PLEASE, do not delete them. Please. Even if you think they're badly written, or out of character, or a decade old, or 'cringe', or whatever, there will be some poor schmuck out there who loves what you've written and will cry over its deletion because they forgot to download it. - Sincerely, some poor schmuck who loves what someone wrote and has spent the last ten hours trying to track it down because he forgot to download it.