#shout out to plotsandpromptsforall for the prompt

[incorrect-sabriel-quotes]

Gabriel: I love you

Sam: I think I developed some kind of attachment to you too.

[italian-love-cake]

Grief Prompt by @plotsandpromptsforall - #4

Goro Majima x Makoto Makimura

A/N: I’ve been thinking about getting back into writing, and I wanted to use all of the angst built up from this ship and then put it into something I can give back to the fandom. Granted, I ship Majima with both Makoto AND Kiryu, but my boys don’t make me cry the way these two do. I may do a prompt involving them later. I already have a couple of prompts in mind…

Before I do this, I wanted to give a quick shoutout to someone that made a fanfiction for these two called Chasing Cinderella. It’s on Archive of Our Own and it was created by PrecariousSauce. I’d like to think of this fic as a stepping stone for this prompt.

If you haven’t read it (and I really think you should!), rather than canonically moving on with her life with the doctor that’s assigned to care for her, Makoto goes out of her way to find Majima herself. She goes from the pawn shop to the takoyaki stand and even comes across some people he’d assisted while he was there. The more and more she learns about him, the more and more she falls in love with him, until she finally gets help from Nishiki to tail him down. I’d like to kind of take a certain part a step further and possibly add some angst into the mix.

Assuming that Makoto is happy with her marriage in Yakuza Kiwami 2, we can come to the conclusion that this technically isn’t canon...but it’s fun to think about the what-ifs sometimes! If you guys want another part of this, I do have another idea in mind. Just let me know in the notes or reblogs if you’d be interested in that. I think PrecariousSauce did a great job with their work as a standalone, however; I just used it as inspiration for this piece.

Anyway, without further ado….

“Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave me? I didn’t even get to say goodbye…”

Not only had those words pierced through him like the knife he was wielding just moments ago, he wa still trying to process that she was standing in front of him. The only thing setting them apart was a chain link fence. He had been caught completely by surprise.

Memories had flooded in at that moment. He recalled when he’d first seen her cry. In that moment, he knew that he never wanted to see her cry again. It wasn’t the same feeling as when some woman at his cabaret was crying either...Something about her tears made his heart feel like it would tear. It made it difficult for him to breathe, and all he could think about was what he could do to make her feel better.

He thought that by leaving her, she’d cry a lot less. Boy, was he wrong. There she was going out of her way to see him, and here he was shaking in his leather shoes.

“Answer me!” she cries out. Her dark chocolate eyes were staring at him with curiosity the way they did when her eyes were first fully healed. Back then he’d told the doctor to start seeing her and eventually get married. Were things not working out?

He had to tell her the truth. For her to have found him here, she had to have known that he was actually a yakuza. That doesn’t mean he was comfortable with just spitting it out. His chest heaved a heavy sigh, and he scratched the back of his neck. He couldn’t stand to see those eyes watching him anymore.

“Why are you here? It’s dangerous ‘round these parts. Yer gonna get yerself killed if ya aren’t careful.” he muttered, staring at his shoes. Makoto scoffed at his response.

“I could ask the same of you! I mean...I get it, it’s what you do, but you could’ve just saved me the trouble of looking for you by just seeing me off yourself!” Makoto explains. Her feelings, much like her tears, were starting to pour out of her very being. Crap, he thought. Why’d it have to come to this?

“Damn, you’re persistent...I just wanted to protect ya. I’m through with losin’ people I care about, dammit...Why can’t you accept that?”

“But I lost you, Majima! I… I didn’t even know your name until I started pursuing you!” she says this with a hysterical smile. The guilt of it was finally settling in. He only left to prevent her from seeing this part of him, but...cat’s out of the bag. “Look at me, Majima!” she calls out to him once more. He grits his teeth. “Why’d you leave me without saying goodbye? If you had just told me, I would’ve understoo-”

“I LOVED you!” he shouts. They were only inches away from one another and he had screamed right in front of her face. “You were shot, you coulda died. I’d already lost Lee-san and Nishitani… God, did you see that footage of him, too?”

She flinched at the question, but nodded hesitantly. It was gruesome, even for Majima. The Mad Dog of Shimano had the displeasure to have witnessed it both in person and on camera. “I didn’t want that kinda fate for you, Makoto…” he lowers the volume of his voice. He starts walking away, wishing this turn of events never happened.

He reaches into his jacket pockets to grab a cigarette, then his lighter. He ignites the narcotic and then adjusts it into his mouth and inhales.  “Majima, wait…” the woman he fell in love with utters. He exhales the smoke that is entering his lungs. The yakuza reluctantly turns around to allow his right eye to meet her left. Her hands were grasping at the fencing that divided them. It felt like that prison of a city. “I…” she couldn’t find the words she wanted to say.

She didn’t have to. He started walking closer to her, his left hand still holding the cigarette. His right, however, had reached out to her. He gently cupped his leather gloved hand onto her cheek. He wasn’t sure if it was the nicotine or his feelings for her, but his heart was beating a mile a minute. With nothing concealing his chest, he wondered if she could hear it.

It was then that they both heard a truck roll in that would soon whisk Makoto away to Sera-san.

[voicesfrommysoul]

I Love You.

Based on a dialogue prompt from @plotsandpromptsforall  

“I love you.”

“I think I have developed some kind of attachment to you too.” 

~*~

“I love you.” I find myself saying. It’s the truth of course, but, when I ran everything I wanted to say in mind on the way here ‘I love you’ wasn’t it. I choke back tears. Love. Who would’ve ever thought the two of us would ever come to this? 

“I think I have developed some kind attachment to you too.” He means it as a joke, his smile as a touch of humour in it and his eyes soften, just a little - just for a moment. His smile fades rather quickly though and his soft green eyes regain their usual hardness. He takes a step back. 

“You can’t go,” I say, but then the car door opens behind him and a shout of ‘Get over here!’ grabs his attention. He’s distracted. We pause. We both look at the car and the general sitting inside it. 

Not only can he go, he has to go and my heart can’t take it. I wrap my arms around myself, partly because I need a hug and partly because I know if I don’t I’ll reach out and try to touch him and neither of us can handle that. 

I turn my head to hide the tears that just won’t stop coming. I hate crying in front of him and he hates seeing me cry. Sometimes I wonder if other people’s tears are offensive to him somehow, but that would be cruel and he has never been cruel. 

“Zac -” He begins but stops. What can he say? We both know he can’t stay. “I do, you know - I mean - really.” 

“I know,” I whisper. 

I hear him retreat to the car and the door slam shut. I look back and there he is. The man I love, sitting in the back of a sleek black car, already listening attentively to whatever instructions he’s being given.  He looks up at catches me watching, he gives me a small smile and car starts up. I turn away, unable to watch him actually leave. 

Once I’m sure he’s gone, I begin walking back down the street.I might as well go home. People pass me by, some look curious; some sympathetic; some even look concerned and some look annoyed to see a man crying in the middle of a normal street. None of them can possibly know that the bravest man they’ll never meet has just left, on his way to parts unknown. Gone to quite possibly save thousands of lives. He has just left me alone. 

“Zac! Zachery!” I hear my name being called and stop.I haven’t got very far, a couple of streets and think for a second that I’m hearing things. That couldn’t actually be him, could it?

There he is, to my complete disbelief, standing ten feet behind me, looking out of breath and red faced. Looking determined. He walks up to me and grabs my hand. I blink rapidly, why is he here? 

“There’s something I need to say.” He looks at me intently and I feel lost in his eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you ever since you tried to argue at Batman sucks. You’re wrong and I forgive you and love you anyway.” I let out a helpless giggle and he pulls me close and kisses me. 

My eyes flutter closed and wrap myself around him, melting into his kiss, into him. 

“I’m coming back for you.” he assures me once the kiss ends. Before I can regain my senses and formulate a reply, he’s gone again. Walking briskly away, back to the car, back to who knows where that car is heading? 

This time though, I can watch him go and once he's gone, I turned back around. I feel stunned, he really did just do that. There’s a spring in my step as head home once more. He loves me and he’s coming back for me. A smile tugs at my mouth and shake my head helplessly. How could I possibly love anyone else? He’s coming back for me. 

[elisalromagnoli]

Please, Don’t Leave Me

Based on an angst prompt list by @writers-among-stars :

1. “Please, just let me help you.”

2. “I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you!”

3. “I had to do it. Before I destroyed something else.”

9. “Stay with me okay? Stay awake!”

10. “Please- don’t leave me.”

13. “Everyone forgets about me. I’m used to it.”

and cause I found the list on @plotsandpromptsforall, I hope you don’t mind that I tag you too... 

Because you’re amazing at giving feedback, I’m tagging you @caffeinewitchcraft, I hope you don’t mind too.

Also @agalaxyofgayships because you were one of my first amazing followers, hope you don’t mind that I’m tagging you!

Warnings: angst, death, UNEDITED (I wrote it in like ten minutes.)

“Meredith! Please!” Desperation rang in his shouts as he raced after her.  She paused at the edge of the the field, ready to the rejoin the foray.

“I’m sorry, James,” She whispered as he caught up with her.

“Please -” He sucked a quick breath into his heaving lungs. “Just let me help you.” A tear ran down her mud caked face, and she wiped it away but it was too late. It let a bare streak on her dark skin.  “Meredith,” He pleaded. “Please.”

“I don’t need you,” She straightened her shoulders and tried to muster up a glare through her tears as she looked up at him. “I don’t need any of you. I’m always forgotten, okay? I’m used to it.” She kicked at the broken tufts of grass that they stood on, “Everyone forgets about me.”

He shook his head, refusing to take what she offered in her words, “I won’t forget you.”

“You have to,” She wiped the tears from her cheeks one last time before pulling her staffs from their holders on her back. She turned around.

“P-please, don’t leave me - don’t leave us,” He whispered at her tense back.

“I have to, James. Before I destroy something else,” With her solemn last words, she joined the rampaging foray. Her staffs and arms whirling as she took down one deadly monster then another machine who’s only programming was to obliterate.

“I love you, Meredith. I love you,” James whispered, but she never heard the pain and longing in his voice. She never his heard his piercing shriek as a bullet pierced her brain and exploded, inside out. She never heard his rage as he tore down every monster in his path. She never heard his sobs, “I love you, baby. Please, stay with me. Stay awake, Meredith - I love you.” 

She never heard him say ‘I love you,’ and she never had a chance to give him a response.