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Day Eight: Grief

She shifted around a little, pulling him away enough to look him in the eye. “Nothing you’re feeling is wrong. You’ve had so many changes in a short period of time, on top of a very traumatic experience. You’re still processing that.”

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Notes [Comfortember 2023]

Characters: Denki Kaminari x Female OC (Kliome) Manga/Anime: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Genre: Comfort (but more fluff, I think) Summary: Kliome leaves little notes for Denki throughout his day. Word Count: 1,243

Prompt 6: Notes

Kliome giggled as she lightly hung off of Denki’s neck in the doorway. “I love you,” she said in a cutesy voice.

Denki grinned down at her, holding his hands up. “I love you, too, cutie, but we gotta go.”

Kliome kissed his nose.

He gave her a helpless smile. “Kliome, come on. I’m actually set to be early to work for once.”

She gave a little pout, setting herself back on her feet. “Are we still on for lunch today?”

“I honestly can’t promise but I’ll do my best. Pray no one decides to make my day interesting?”

“Fingers crossed.” Kliome gave him one last kiss on his cheek before sprinting out to her truck. “Bye! Love you!” She called out the window as she pulled off.

Denki blinked, a confused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head as he made his way to his car, pausing as he settled into the driver’s seat. A folded paper was tented on the steering wheel. He opened it.

‘Good morning Chargebolt, I hope you have a wonderful day! You deserve it.  Love, your biggest fan.’

He smiled again. The i’s were dotted with little zig-zags for lightning bolts. Kliome could be so precious. 

He arrived at the agency with a spring in his step and a smile on his face. “Share some of that happy with the rest of us,” called a sidekick playfully.

When he went to change into his hero costume, something fell out of his jacket. Another paper, this time yellow.

‘Thank you for all your hard work. We’re all safer with you on the street.’

No i’s for her to dot this time, but she signed the note with a lightning bolt regardless. He couldn’t help but smile again. Even though he was a pro now, the doubts still lingers at the back of his mind, old insecurities following him from his days at U.A. None knew that better than Kliome.

“Fan Mail?”

Denki startled at the voice in his ear, nearly dropping the note. He whipped around to see Hakurei snickering into the high collar of his jacket. “Moody!”

“You were watching that note pretty intensely.” Hakurei raised an eyebrow and Denki had to remind himself that this guy was only half a decade older than he was.

Denki shoved it into his bag in his locker. “It’s from Kliome.”

Hakurei’s smile grew. “Nothing like sweet words from your soulmate to send you into battle, huh?” He merely huffed a knowing laugh at the red that climbed Denki’s face.

Patrol had been uneventful until two guys decided that Denki needed to get his blood pumping. What started as an antique store heist turned into a foot chase that attracted a gang of known troublemakers just looking for a reason to show off their quirks. It only escalated from there, introducing multiple stolen cars and a giant of a girl with a projectile-type quirk way too similar to Bakugo’s. He definitely wasn’t making it to lunch.

It took them four hours to get the situation under control. Denki looked up as a firm hand gripped his shoulder. He gave Hakurei a wry smile. 

“Need a mood boost?” Hakurei offered, looking a bit worse for wear himself.

Denki shook his head, pushing his hair from his face. “Nah, thanks man. Looks like you need to use your quirk on yourself.”

“If only I could.” Hakurei stumbled, giving Denki a grateful look for not letting him hit the broken pavement.

A pair of paramedics came to check them over, taking Hakurei away in an ambulance. 

Denki plopped down on the sidewalk, catching his breath while waiting to be collected to go back to the agency. The paperwork was gonna be a doozy for this one. He pulled his phone from his breast pocket under his t-shirt. His message app was loaded with notifications, but Kliome’s chat - pinned to the top - was lit up with a tiny "1" in the colored circle. 

‘I heard some jerks decided to make your day interesting, ^^’. Don’t worry about lunch. We’ll make up for it later. I know you fought hard and well. I’m proud of you. And proud to be yours. :P PLEASE go to the hospital, Chargebolt. Even if you think you’re fine. I’ll be mad if you don’t >:(   I wuv you <3'

His lips pulled up to one side and he reread the message again before typing out a response, hitting send just as a set of footsteps approached him. It was time to get back to base. 

Denki was in the camp of agency employees that started paperwork at the earliest opportunity. Mainly so he could get as much as he could down while it was still fresh in his thankfully unscrambled brain. 

A quick shower and change of clothes later, Denki was making his way to his desk. Upon approach, he noticed a container set next to the thick folder waiting for his write up. Taped to the top was a blue paper folded in the shape of a star. He sat down before unfolding it.

‘Yes, I made this. Yes, it’s a salad. You know my salads are never lacking. Hope it can comfortably tide you over until you get off. You deserve every piece of chicken and shrimp in this bowl.

P.S. Eat every legume. Every single one.’

He carefully popped off the lid, taking in the colorful and weighty meal. She had stripped the lettuce, fried the chicken and the shrimp, and he counted three different kinds of beans, chickpeas, and pigeon peas, all tossed in a dressing he couldn't identify. It honestly looked like filling for her homemade naan or a tortilla.

Thankfully, he didn't have to leave the agency building for the rest of his shift so he was actually able to finish all the preliminary paperwork. The drive home was a careful one. He had a medical all-clear but was still sore all over. A fortunate coincidence that he was scheduled off tomorrow. Not so fortunate was that Kliome wouldn't be able to spend the day with him, but he reminded himself yet again that he would, in fact, not perish from Kliome-deficiency over the course of a 24-hour period. 

A pink note greeted him at eye-level on the front door. 

'Good work today, Chargebolt. Rest well.'

He took it inside. His face squinched in confusion at the mess that greeted him. Well, not exactly a mess. But there were folded papers on every surface. Every seat in the living room. The coffee table, the TV stand, the dining table… every chair had a paper folded over the back and one in the center of the seat. The kitchen island, the counters, the microwave, the fridge, even the pile of clean dishes in the drainer and the sink faucet. 

How long had she been planning this?

The bathroom was in a similar state. Folded papers of varying colours on the closed toilet seat, the toilet tank, their - dry - towels, taped to the back of the door... 

On to the bedroom, then. Spotless. Had she run out? He walked in to see their dresser. The mirror was completely outlined in post-its.

He sat on the bed. His phone went off in his pocket.

Good night, my electric love. I landed safely. Bet you won't find them all before I get back. :P

He smiled. He couldn't love this woman enough.

A/N: She also put a note in at least one pocket of all his clothes in their shared closet. He'll be finding them for months.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MASH (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Father Francis Mulcahy & Kathy Mulcahy Characters: Father Francis Mulcahy, Kathy Mulcahy Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Deaf Character, Homecoming, Comfortember, Bittersweet, ask to tag Series: Part 6 of Comfortember 2023 Summary:

Francis Mulcahy comes home.

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Headspace [s.r]

summary : Getting a call from the hospital telling you your boyfriend was there made you worry. Finding out his severe headaches were back worried you even more, because he hadn’t told you about them. Finally, he opens up about them and you learn they happen after hard cases. Spencer reassures you that he’s okay, and the two of you go back to your apartment. 

pairings : Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings : Hospital setting (no serious description), migraines, mention of weapons (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 1,150

a/n : Day nine of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘aftermath’. Chronic migraines suck. Especially when stress and lack of sleep can cause them to happen more frequently. I imagine a high stress job like the BAU can make them worse. 

You pace outside the hospital room, repeating the events of today in your head again. You tried to get Spencer to talk to you, let you know what was going on, but he was persistent in saying it was nothing. He’d been wearing his sunglasses more again, and you knew his headaches were back. He didn’t say anything last time, but you had just joined the team then. You didn’t feel like you could say anything then, but now things were different. 

It’s been a little over a year since he last had a headache, and since you joined the BAU. The two of you have gotten closer in that time, became partners in the field, and started dating. With the amount of trust between the two of you, both inside and out of the office, you couldn’t help but feel hurt that he didn't talk to you. The only reason you knew now was that the hospital called you to inform you that he was in the hospital and would need someone to drive once he was discharged. You had rushed here, beyond worried, and now had to wait patiently for the doctor to step out of his room. 

When the door finally opened, you noticed the lights inside were very dim. Spencer was sitting on the bed as you stepped inside. You were surprised that he held his arms open, wanting a hug. Stepping into his hold, you loosely wrapped your arms behind his neck while he lent into you. You lightly scratched the long hair at the nape of his neck, swaying slightly. 

“Are you okay?” You quietly spoke. 

“Yeah,” Spencer promised, “doctors didn’t see anything on the MRIs again.”

“How long have the headaches been back?” You lightly pried. 

Spencer’s long sigh was defeated, “About a month now. It’s only been really bad again these past couple of days. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Spence,” you groaned, “I want to worry about you. How would you feel if something serious was happening and I didn’t tell you?”

“I know, I know. It’s just that, I don’t want to worry people. It’s just headaches and there’s nothing else happening. The doctor thinks it could just be chronic migraines at this point. I didn’t want to say anything until the doctors ran their final tests to determine what’s happening.” 

You sighed, understanding why he hadn’t said anything. If the rest of the team found out about it, then they would all be worrying over Spencer to some degree during a case. The team needed to be as focused as possible in the field, but you still didn’t understand why he didn’t tell you. 

“You could have told me, you know. I wouldn’t have told Hotch or Rossi. But Spence, when you start to see spots from your headaches you can’t ignore it. Especially when it can cause you to collapse like it did today,” you fussed over him. 

Spencer nodded against you. You felt the knot of worry in your chest start to loosen. You stepped away to give him some space, looking at the papers on the bed next to him. You pick them up, skimming over the discharge paperwork. Your eyes caught on the chronic migraine diagnosis, followed by what he can take to help them. You made a note to buy a bottle of migraine relief to keep in your go bag, and folded the paper before pocketing it. Spencer carefully stood up and grabbed his messenger bag from beside his feet. 

“Migraines can be caused by stress and lack of sleep, you know. With everything we just dealt with from this last unsub, it’s not surprising I had a migraine,” Spencer tried to reassure you. 

You nodded, walking next to him. You knew he was right, and from everything the team worried about constantly you were surprised his migraines hadn’t been worse. You still didn’t like that they were happening and affecting him, but you were grateful he wasn’t in constant pain from them. You continued to rationalize everything to yourself as the two of you walked to your car.

You thought of how much Spencer handled during the past case. He’d finally determined where the unsub was likely taking his victims. He’d been the first to rush to the SUVs while calling Hotch, rushing to explain the details of where the unsub was. You’d all arrived moments between each other, Hotch taking the lead. As you all broke off in pairs to search the property, it was you and Spencer that found the unsub in the basement. Spencer was the first to try convincing the unsub to put the knife down. You kept your gun trained on the man, and Spencer put his own gun away. He managed to slowly approach the unsub while talking, reaching out to take the knife away as the unsub’s hold on the knife weakened. When the man was disarmed, you were relieved that Spencer got the young boy away from his captor while you swiftly began to take the unsub into custody. The adrenaline still rushing through you didn’t stop. It wasn’t until everyone was back on the jet that you began to feel the effects of what you’d put your body through the last thirty six hours. 

You couldn’t imagine how the effects of everything felt for Spencer. The stress of finding the boy, lack of sleep, and pressure of getting the boy away from the unsub weighed on him. All of that building up to a migraine while he was working on reports in the bullpen. It hadn’t been until Spencer was walking outside of Quantico that it apparently became too much for him, causing him to collapse. Somebody had called an ambulance, and it wasn’t until paramedics had gotten him in the hospital that you’d been called. 

“Can I stay at your apartment?” Spencer asks as you buckle. 

“Yeah,” you can hear the relief in your voice.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I understand why you didn’t. With everything we deal with, it takes its toll on everyone differently.”

Spencer reaches out and takes your hand. The warmth of his fingers between yours is reassuring. He’s here right now, and everything is out in the open now. You can’t blame him for not wanting to worry you. Dealing with everything the two of you go through is hard, and sometimes you don’t want to talk to him about how you feel after difficult cases. You don’t want to worry him with it. And you understand that he felt the same way toward you, not wanting to worry you with his migraines after dealing with an unsub. 

“I promise I won’t keep it from you any more,” Spencer squeezes your hand. “Thank you for caring about me.”

“I’ll always care about you,” you lean over and kiss his cheek. “Now, let’s go home.”

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Comfortember 9: Aftermath

Three Months After

Angela and Marcel rushed to Simon’s apartment after receiving teary phonecalls. They found Simon on his kitchen floor, surrounded by a flood of paperwork.

“It shouldn’t be this complicated!” Simon cried, “I don’t want any of his money, I just want us to…” he waved a hand, unable to utter the word divorce.

Angela crouched down, necklaces swinging, and started picking up pages.

“We’ll go through them with you, okay?”

“Thanks,” Simon sniffled, “All of this is making me feel like an idiot, and I-”

“Hey,” Marcel interrupted him, “You’re not an idiot.”

Simon smiled through his tears. “Thanks. Sorry.”

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Taglist: @whumplr-reader, @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps, @pirefyrelight

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Suds and Scars [s.h]

summary : Steve’s scars from the demobats were still healing. He couldn’t move well without them hurting, so you help him take a bath.   

pairings : Steve Harrington x Reader

warnings : None really, and I think I (unintentionally) made this gender neutral actually. (If I missed anything please let me know!)

word count : 865

a/n : The second bonus Comfortember post is here! This one is based on the alternate prompt of Baths.’ Steve deserves to be looked after and cared for the way he does for everyone else. 

You filled the tub with warm water, waiting for your boyfriend to walk into the bathroom. The sound of rushing water covered the sound of his footsteps, so when arms suddenly wrapped around you the yelp that escaped you couldn’t be helped. You looked up, seeing Steve’s tired face above you. 

“How’re you feeling babe?” You placed your hand atop his. 

“Fine,” Steve automatically responds. 

“Steve,” you emphasize, “are you feeling okay? The doctors said you’d be dealing with pain for a few more months as your scars heal.”

Steve hung his head, and you knew he was cursing how well you read him. “Alright, it’s not great. They hurt pretty bad right now, and it’s another hour until I can take more painkillers.”

Your heart tugged at the tiredness in his voice. You knew his fresh scars were tender and anytime he moved he felt the skin around them tug. You turned the water off and stood up to face him. You cupped his cheek, smiling when he leaned into the touch. 

“The bath should help, I got it warmed up to help you relax. Do you want to wait a minute or go ahead?” You stroke his hair out of his eyes. 

Steve closes his eyes, “I think the sooner I get in the better. Would you mind helping me still?”

“It’s no problem babe. Are you okay with me taking your shirt off?”

Steve nodded as you slipped your hands under the hem of his shirt. You carefully slid the fabric upward, making sure not to run your hands along his skin. The light caught on the fresh pink skin of his torso, shining slightly. You held each sleeve open as he slid his arm through, ducking some so you could pull the fabric over his head. Once his shirt was off, Steve turned to the mirror to look. You watched as his eyes trailed between the scars littering his torso. Your stomach tugged at the way he was looking at himself. You slid your hand into his, squeezing his in reassurance. You gently tugged his hand toward you and Steve turned at the feeling. 

“They’re healing nicely,” you inform him. 

Steve dejectedly nods. You frown at his gloomy mood, knowing he’s mentally beating himself up. He uses his free hand to undo his belt, shimmying his pants down before kicking them free of his feet. He takes a step toward the tub and you follow him. You let go of his hand to keep them hovered near his back as he steps into the bath. As he slowly sinks into the water, you watch his brows furrow. 

“Too hot?” You worry. 

“No, it’s great. The scars just tug when I lower myself into the water,” Steve explains. 

He slowly leans back in the water, resting against the tub. You wait for him to let you know he’s okay to wash. When he finally nods to indicate the pain is ebbing away, you grab a washcloth and his soap. You get the cloth sudsy before gently washing him. You touch as lightly as possible, carefully wiping away the residual balm from his scars. Carefully rinsing away to soap, you guide him to lean forward. You repeat the process on his back, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. Once you finish rinsing away all the soap, you tilt his head back. You wet his hair before taking care in washing it for him, remembering when he first asked you to help him wash it. You took care to keep the water from running into his eyes, watching as the water made his hair darker. 

It wasn’t long until you turned away from him, handing the cloth over. As he finished washing himself, you grabbed a towel from under the sink. At the sound of the water beginning to drain, you offered the towel to him behind you. He gently pulled the fluffy fabric from your hold. 

“I’m covered,” he declared a few moments later.

You turned around, offering him your arm. He held onto it as he stepped out of the tub. He led the way into his room as you watched the drops of water fall from his hair onto his back. You laid on his bed as he pulled on a pair of sleep pants. Soon, he was lying next to you cuddled into your side. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbled against your skin. 

You run your fingers through his damp hair, “You’re welcome. I like taking care of you.”

“That’s nice,” Steve sighs against you. 

“You can sleep for now if you want. I can wake you up when it’s time for your medicine, okay?”

You felt Steve tiredly nod against you, movements sluggish. It was only a minute later that his quiet snores reached your ears. You watched over him as he slept, his breaths puffing past his lips. You hated how long he went without someone caring for him, but promised him you’d always be there for him. It took a long time for him to accept the help you happily offered, but now that he did you were so proud of him. 

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Comfortember Day 9: Aftermath

One thing I haven't shown on here yet is that the Myth Rangers each get a mount assigned to them. Brave Wing acts mean to Rowan, but can be seen here carrying him to safety after a fight went badly

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Heart Eyes Over Coffee

by rebelmeg

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Sarah Wilson Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Shuri (Marvel), Harley Keener, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Protective Bucky Barnes, Dad Mode Bucky Barnes, MCU teens ganging up on their work dad, Awesome Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Bucky blushes a lot, Flirting, First Meetings, Mentioned Sam Wilson, the teens are all entities of sass, mentioned Harley/Shuri, Nicknames, Bucky will personally throw all mean or disrespectful customers out the window Summary:

Papa Bear Bucky (wow, does he hate that nickname) falls in love at first sight, while his work kids ogle and make helpful commentary. “Helpful” being extremely subjective…

Notes: *Knocking out squares and prompts like a prize fighter*  Warm & Fluffy bingo square N1 – Coffeeshop AU, @marvelrarepairbingo​ square O2 – unexpected love, @buckybarnesbingo​ square C1 – nicknames, @comfortember​ Day 16 – Coffee/Tea Break, and @fleurdelouve​ SarahBucky Month, Day 14 – Coffee Shop/Bakery AU!

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@comfortember COMFORTEMBER 2023 day 8: comic spoilers! I wish I was strong enough to protect you. #totallyspies

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An angsty (with a happy ending) aftermath of a tough day.

Day 9 of @comfortember

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Leaves Changing

Fandom : Demon Slayer

Characters : Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, Inosuke

My Comfortember 2023 contribution for the prompt : Leaves Changing.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Tanjiro gently put the wooden box where Nezuko was on the ground and looked at the trees around him. The green leaves had changed color, taking on a red and orange hue. A thick carpet of leaves covered the ground. He had always loved this season. For him, autumn was filled with joy, laughter, picnics with his parents, playing in the leaves with his brothers and sisters.

Disclaimer : Demon Slayer belongs to Koyoharu Gotoge.

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Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke were on their way to the Butterfly Estate. They were returning from a mission and they hoped to reach their destination before nightfall. They were in a forest and they decided to stop for a few moments to rest. They still had a long way to go before arriving at the Butterfly Estate.

Tanjiro gently put the wooden box where Nezuko was on the ground and looked at the trees around him. The green leaves had changed color, taking on a red and orange hue. A thick carpet of leaves covered the ground.

“It's autumn, already” Tanjiro thought.

He had always loved this season. For him, autumn was filled with joy, laughter, picnics with his parents, playing in the leaves with his brothers and sisters. He looked at the wooden box and a veil of sadness appeared in his eyes.

Things were different now. His father had died of illness several years ago. His mother, brothers and sisters had been slaughtered by a demon. As for Nezuko, the only family he had left, she had been turned into a demon.

He walked towards a tree where there was a pile of leaves at its roots. He sat down on the ground and picked up several leaves. Memories of autumn days, of his family, of laughter, came back to him. He felt a soft warmth in his heart. Without thinking about what he was doing, he made a leaf crown, the same way his father had taught him. It was his favorite thing. To do leaf crowns for all the members of his family.

He was making a crown for Nezuko. He would also do one for Zenitsu and Inosuke. Both were now part of his family. With all the trials they had gone through together, he considered them his brothers.

There was something comforting about tying the leaves together. It was like he was returning to a happier time in his life. Inosuke and Zenitsu approached him.

“What are you doing Tanjiro ?” Zenitsu asked.

Both looked curiously at what Tanjiro was doing and how his hands were tying each leaf skillfully.

“I’m making Nezuko a leaf crown. Then I'll make one for you both too. When autumn arrived, my family and I had picnics, we had fun, we made leaf crowns. I wanted Nezuko to get that feeling again.”

Zenitsu sat down next to him and took some leaves.

“I want to make a crown for Nezuko-chan too.”

Inosuke sat on the other side of Tanjiro and he took some leaves.

“I’ll make more crowns !” He exclaimed in a competitive tone.

Both got down to work. Zenitsu applied himself and hummed that he was making a crown for Nezuko. Inosuke was making the crowns at full speed. Tanjiro could not help laughing lightly. He continued to do the crowns and smiled. Thanks to his two friends, he rediscovered the joys and laughter of autumn days.

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The next morning, Tanjiro woke up, dazzled by the sun's rays. They had arrived at the Butterfly Estate before nightfall the day before. He put his hand on his head and opened his eyes wide when he felt something. He smiled, feeling the leaves under his fingers.

He got up. He was alone in his bedroom. Inosuke and Zenitsu had already left. He noticed that the crown he had put next to Nezuko's box was no longer there. He knew that she had taken it with her and that it was her who had put the crown on his head.

Tanjiro was happy. Nezuko subconsciously remembered the autumn days spent with their family. It gave him hope in his quest to turn her into a human again.

He gently put his hand on her box. Then, he walked towards the door and left the bedroom to meet up with his two friends again.

The end

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Les feuilles d’automne

Fandom : Demon Slayer

Personnages : Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, Inosuke

Voici ma participation pour le Comfortember 2023 pour le prompt : Le changement de couleur des feuilles.

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : Tanjiro posa doucement au sol le caisson en bois où se trouvait Nezuko et regarda les arbres autour de lui. Les feuilles vertes avaient changé de couleur, prenant une teinte rouge et orange. Beaucoup recouvraient le sol d’un épais tapis. Il avait toujours aimé cette saison. Pour lui, l’automne était rempli de joie, de rires, de pique-niques avec ses parents, de jeux dans les feuilles avec ses frères et sœurs.

Disclaimer : Demon Slayer appartient à Koyoharu Gotoge.

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Tanjiro, Zenitsu et Inosuke étaient en route vers le Domaine des papillons. Ils rentraient de mission et ils espéraient arriver à destination avant la tombée de la nuit. Ils se trouvaient dans une forêt et ils avaient décidé de s’arrêter quelques instants pour se reposer. Il leur restait encore beaucoup de marche à faire avant d’arriver au Domaine des papillons.

Tanjiro posa doucement au sol le caisson en bois où se trouvait Nezuko et regarda les arbres autour de lui. Les feuilles vertes avaient changé de couleur, prenant une teinte rouge et orange. Beaucoup recouvraient le sol d’un épais tapis.

« C’est déjà l’automne, pensa-t-il. »

Il avait toujours aimé cette saison. Pour lui, l’automne était rempli de joie, de rires, de pique-niques avec ses parents, de jeux dans les feuilles avec ses frères et sœurs. Il regarda en direction du caisson en bois et un voile de tristesse apparut dans son regard.

Désormais, les choses étaient différentes. Son père était mort de maladie depuis plusieurs années. Sa mère, ses frères et ses sœurs avaient été tués par un démon. Quant-à Nezuko, la seule famille qui lui restait, elle était devenue un démon.

Il se dirigea vers un arbre où un tas de feuilles se trouvait à ses racines. Il s’assit par terre et prit plusieurs feuilles. Les souvenirs des journées d’automne, de sa famille, des rires, lui revirent en mémoire. Il sentit une douce chaleur envahir son cœur. Sans réfléchir à ce qu’il faisait, il fit une couronne de feuilles, de la même manière que son père lui avait appris. C’était ce qu’il préférait faire. Des couronnes de feuilles pour tous les membres de sa famille.

Il faisait une couronne pour Nezuko. Il en ferait une aussi pour Zenitsu et Inosuke. Tous deux faisaient désormais partis de sa famille. Avec toutes les épreuves qu’ils avaient traversé ensemble, il les considérait comme ses frères.

Lier les feuilles ensemble avait quelque chose de réconfortant. C’était comme s’il revenait à une période plus heureuse de sa vie. Inosuke et Zenitsu arrivèrent vers lui.

« Qu’est-ce que tu fais Tanjiro ? Demanda Zenitsu. »

Tous deux regardèrent avec curiosité ce que Tanjiro faisait et comment ses mains liaient d’un geste habille chaque feuille.

« Je fais une couronne de feuilles à Nezuko. Après, j’en ferais une pour vous aussi. Lorsque l’automne arrivait, avec ma famille, on pique-niquait, on s’amusait, on faisait des couronnes de feuilles. Je voulais que Nezuko retrouve cette sensation. »

Zenitsu s’assit à côté de lui et prit des feuilles.

« Moi aussi, je veux faire une couronne pour Nezuko-chan. »

Inosuke s’assit de l’autre côté de Tanjiro et prit également des feuilles.

« C’est moi qui fera le plus de couronnes ! S’exclama-t-il d’un ton compétitif. »

Tous deux se mirent à l’ouvrage. Zenitsu s’appliquait et fredonnait qu’il faisait une couronne pour Nezuko. Inosuke, lui, fabriquait les couronnes à toute vitesse. Tanjiro ne put s’empêcher de rire légèrement. Il reprit la fabrication de ses couronnes et sourit. Grâce à ses deux amis, il retrouvait les joies et les rires des journées d’automne.

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Le lendemain matin, Tanjiro se réveilla, éblouit par les rayons du soleil. Ils étaient arrivés la veille au Domaine des papillons. Il posa sa main sur sa tête et écarquilla les yeux lorsqu’il sentit quelque chose. Il sourit, sentant les feuilles sous ses doigts.

Il se leva. Il était seul dans sa chambre. Inosuke et Zenitsu étaient déjà partis. Il remarqua que la couronne qu’il avait posé à côté du caisson de Nezuko n’était plus là. Il se doutait qu’elle l’avait pris avec elle et que c’était elle qui lui avait mis la couronne sur la tête.

Tanjiro était heureux. Nezuko se souvenait inconsciemment des journées d’automne passées avec leur famille. Cela lui donnait espoir dans sa quête pour qu’elle redevienne humaine.

Il posa délicatement la main sur son caisson. Il se dirigea ensuite vers la porte et sortit de la chambre pour retrouver ses deux amis.

Fin

[comfortember]

Fic title : Never in a Million Years

@comfortember 2023 prompt : Grief/Mourning

Rating : Teen & Up Audiences

Fandom : Our Flag Means Death (HBO)

Pairing : Stede/Ed

Additional tags : Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Reflection, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Needs a Hug, Good Significant Other Stede Bonnet, Regret, Guilt, Blackbeard | Edward Teach & Stede Bonnet's Inn, Past Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands

Word count : 472

[comfortember]

Fic title : We Share the Moon (and Trauma)

@comfortember 2023 prompt : Aftermath

Rating : Teen & Up Audiences

Fandom : Monster High (Live Action Movies)

Pairing : Clawdeen/Toralei

Additional tags : Chronic Pain, Scars, Aftermath of Torture (I think we can consider the wraith silver thing torture of sorts), Kissing, Panic, Lesbian Toralei Stripe, Bisexual Clawdeen Wolf, Pain, Trauma, Minor Deuce Gorgon/Clawdeen Wolf

Word count : 688

[comfortember]

Android's Sadness

Comfortember Masterlist | @comfortember

~ Comfortember | Day 10: Sadness ~

Content: Past captivity, mentions of past torture, non-human whumpee, android whumpee, human caretaker.

I will probably end up doing more with this concept and these characters at some point, but for now here's a wholesome moment between an android and its creator:) Lemme know if you'd like to be put on a taglist for this story, there will be at least one or two more Comfortember pieces involving these two.

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“Why are you crying, Master?” 

Kai pursed her lips, stepping back for a moment to examine the state of her rescued android once more. She was indeed starting to tear up, and it was useless trying to wipe them away when more would replace them. So she stood there with her arms over her chest, eyes wandering towards every injury the little bot had sustained.

When she didn’t respond, it tried again. “Master?”

“Just a little sad.” She let out a sigh and sat down on the chair beside the android’s table, her bottom lip starting to tremble as she caught sight of some more wounds she’d missed during the first two examinations. “You don’t deserve any of what those bastards put you through.”

Despite the slight twitch at the corners of Its lips, it managed to give her a tiny smile that fell almost immediately afterwards. “I learnt a lot about sadness and pain while I was there,” it murmured against Its own shoulder. “When you made me, you were merciful enough to save me from ever having to feel the way that humans feel, but they were not so kind.” 

It blinked a few times, slowly and weakly. “I do not want to experience that sort of pain again, but it may interest you to know that I feel somewhat closer to you now that I know more about things your kind experiences so frequently.”

“Is that so?” Kai asked in a murmur. Experimentally, she reached out to card a few fingers through Its hair, only to hear a soft, pleasurable hum as it leaned into her touch. “Is this your way of asking that I don’t remove your new sensors?” 

It was silent for a moment, as if considering Its own words carefully. “If it means that I get to feel good, too, then yes. That is what I’m asking. But…” Its expression suddenly deflated a little. “I understand if you plan to take it away anyway.” 

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” Kai promised. “It’s your body. I’m just here to make sure you’re in good shape, okay? That means I’ll still have to perform some maintenance, but your sensors will remain. I’ll just make sure turning them off is accessible to you this time.” 

She could have melted at the sight of Its grateful smile. 

“Thank you, master.”

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Comfortember masterlist: @topsheepstudent

[comfortember]

@comfortember COMFORTEMBER 2023 day the thing about grief is, in the aftermath you are not alone in it, trust me others feel just as you, hold on to those close to you, together you will make it through. #totallyspies