#angst dabble

[draconic-ichor]

A Painting II

Magnus and Matilda

Warnings: strong language, angst, slight mentions of trauma

Summary: The demigod twins have a dance and talk together in the Hall of Demigods.

Feedback appreciated, 18+. They are adults in this dabble

Matilda stood in the Hall of the Demigods: a grande room dedicated to all the demigods that have walked the Lands Between. She felt small, standing before the wall with the most coverage. Only being able to see the blur of colors used, she glanced over them. Red or gold was the majority…colors of passion and victory…holiness.

Looking down her thoughts went to her own, what her descendants would think, standing in the same place as her now. Her eyes fell on the outlier: a painting of black and crimson. She swallowed.

A whisper tickled her ear, downing out the world for a fleeting moment in its honey garbled tongue

“Admiring the paintings?” Came a voice.

Matilda jumped a bit, too engrossed to hear the footsteps; shaking her head to clear away what she thought to be her imagination. She recognized his smell and holding immediately, sighing, “You know I can’t, Magnus…”

“Then…” he padded closer, breath ruffling her silver curls as he spoke, “What are you doing?”

“Just thinking.” She answered simply, “You should make a habit of it as well.”

He snorted, stepping to her side to look over the portraits. After a long moment he spoke, “Our paintings will be up there soon, too.”

Silence answered him, he turned slightly to see her face downcast, hands worrying her skirts like when they were children. Magnus huffed, deflating as he offered out a hand, close enough for her to see the blackness, “Care to dance?”

She jumped a bit at the offer, smirking nervously, “You know I can’t dance!”

“I won’t judge.” He soothed, taking her hand.

They fell into step, Magnus slowly swaying to a silent melody. Matilda was stiff, worry silting her movements. She couldn’t quite reach his shoulder so she settled on holding his upper arm, other hand clasp into his own.

She giggled a bit as he led her steps, “When did you learn to dance?”

“It comes in handy.” He smiled, “Women love it.”

“Oh course.” She smiled, allowing him to guide her. As he moved more swiftly she stepped on his food, quickly apologizing.

“Don’t worry about it.” He hummed, “Just think of the dance.” He went smoothly along.

“And what song are we dancing to?” She asked with a giggle.

“That one that they played the last Winter Ball.” He mused, “You know the one!”

She nodded.

“Goes like: Dun, Dun, Duuuuuuun, Dun, Dun, Dun, Duuun.” Magnus poorly tried to imitate the sound of an piano, flashing a toothy smile when Matilda laughed at his antics.

As they looped the hall his eyes were drawn to the portraits once more, murmuring questions, “How many visitors do you think will pass, and only see the faces of those that came before on us? All the terrible things done, stained in the rich paint?”

“There’s been good too..” she pointed out.

“Not enough.”

“You’ve always been pessimistic.”

“I come by it naturally.”

“I suppose so.” There was no judgement to her tone, far from it; the words were almost light, striking his heart.

They twirled around the hall, color and lights all blur, footsteps falling into place together. For every way they were different there was just as many ways they were alike, two halves of a whole, hewn together in the same womb.

Had time truly put a steak through their closeness? The thought made Matilda’s step slip, missing him even as he stood right before her.

“I…don’t want to loose you. Iv never lived without you.” Her voice cracked, steps faulting further.

Magnus slowed, asking honestly, “And what says you will?”

Matilda swallowed, words she wanted to say not finding their ways to her tongue, instead settling on, “I worry for you, if you keep chasing shadows.”

His steps ceased then, back to the portrait of Mohg. The dark crimson and onyx of the painting like a looming shadow around his silhouett.

“Have you ever thought of if we would of been born in a different time?” His voice was distant, orange eyes downcast, “Thought of living, as they did?”

Matilda’s bangs parted, cloudy eyes glassy as she looked up at her twin, “More than you know…” her gaze flicked upwards, to that single orb of golden orange behind him, a small sun in the swirling darkness the painting was to her vision. “I don’t want you ending up like him.” She all but whispered.

He wavered a bit then, flashing a smile as he asked lowly, “Would it be so bad?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed quickly, softening to add, “I don’t want to repeat past mistakes. Are we doomed to be the same tragedy?”

He closed the meager distance between them more. She didn’t shy from him, never had she feared him.

“Do you ever wonder what’s wrong with us? Why we crave the touch of human hands? Why we can’t hug our father?” His voice sounded raw, large hands carefully raising to cup her smaller face. She could feel the slight tremble, the worry that she would reject the gesture.

Matilda looked up with unseeing eyes, pain fraying the edges of her tone, “Magnus…”

His furred nose wrinkled a bit, hint of a growl as he pressed, “You know it’s true…why do we shutter at a clawed touch? That this world is so fucked that we can’t find solace in our own kind….Look at me.”

She swallowed, “I can’t.”

Magnus bent forward, pressing his forehead to her own, eyes starting into hers. Her heart hammered in her ribs, glassiness of her clouded gaze spilling.

He clutched at her a bit more desperately, a beg on the tip of his tongue, “Look at me…”

Matilda blinked, wetness gathering on her lashes, she nodded in his hold, “I see you.” For the first time in years she saw his eyes, every detail of the deep shifting oranges. All the pain, all the silent pleas.

“I see you.” She whispered, pressing her forehead into the contact more.

Magnus cracked a bit, head-bumping her back, eyes closing against the threatening sting.

[tojisun]

dbf!simon is very much dear john by taylor swift coded

my goodness?? no yea absolutely!! im??? WHAT???? i cant move on, this hurts terribly

toxic!dbf!biker!simon was sent to me so i can hurt all of us and yk what? im actually sorry for this one because dear gods simon is mean

!! made simon unlikeable (ooc, even) and im really sorry for that; suggestive; age gap; power imbalance // biker!simon mlist // prev - 01, 02

simon’s late.

of course he is. when was he ever on time? when has he ever prioritized you above all else?

he said he’d pick you up at six and promised that he’d bring you the helmet that’s only ever reserved for you. it’s a pretty pink one with a little skull painted on the right top of the shell, personally customized by simon.

“reminds me of you, sweet girl,” he whispered the first time he presented it to you, grinning as though he’s the only man who’s made you feel special; as though he knows he is.

he promised to bring his bike because he said it’s faster; because he said he’s got somewhere to bring you. some place, probably in the outskirts of the city, where he can spoil you. because that’s all you are to him anyway: a secret. a fling. someone who he knows he can always turn to.

and you should’ve known that simon’s promises are ephemeral. that all that they’re good for is to make your stomach swoop and your heart flutter, long enough that when the betrayal hits, it hits harder. you should’ve known that his promises are but cacophonies that get smothered in the wind because simon doesn’t follow through. he never has.

but you never learn, huh?

too busy being in love, too busy being starry eyed. too busy counting down the hours, minutes, seconds because for some reason, for some stupidly heartbreaking reason, you think he loves you back. you think that he even can.

you think that once simon comes, he’ll be all apologetic, begging for your forgiveness as he whimpers his i’m sorry’s and his i’ll do better’s on your forehead or on your cheeks or even on your lips. that he’ll cradle you in his arms like the precious jewel that you are, careful and tender, before helping you get on his bike.

but an hour has already passed and the next hour is just eleven minutes away from being completed, still, simon has yet to show up. your messages remained unseen and your calls continued to be unreturned.

you’ve bitten your lips raw, not enough to bleed but just enough that you feel the sting whenever you sigh. you’ve taken to walking around the lounge area of the library to stretch your legs out and to give your numb butt a break, occasionally bumbling towards the water dispenser to grab a quick drink, because you wished that all these little things can eat up time faster. you wished that if you just distracted yourself enough, then time will speed up and simon will finally come.

still-

“hello everyone, the library will be closing soon. i repeat, the library will be closing soon. please proceed to the checkout for those who want to bring home items, otherwise, thank you so much for coming in today! we open at 09:00 am tomorrow!”

oh.

you gather your things with a sigh, pretending that the back of your eyes aren’t stinging as tears begin to prick and pool. you ignore your trembling fingers as you swipe at your phone again, checking to see if simon’s called or messaged, only to feel the remaining pieces of your heart shatter at seeing nothing from him at all. you throw your phone back in your bag before zipping it close and slinging it on your back. you stomp out of the library, your breaths stuttering at the weight of your heartache.

you fall into a quiet autopilot as you get on the bus and trek back to the dorms. you remember that your mom had asked if you were going to come visit soon and you decide that perhaps what you need is a change of scenery for now so you dig for your phone just to tell her you’ll be home for the weekend, dutifully ignoring the desire to check if simon’s replied.

(it takes a heartbeat before you do check, thrums of morbid anticipation being chased away by the lack of notifications from him. this seals your need to flee back home.)

you mumble a hello to your roommate and to her girlfriend before locking yourself in your room to pack a duffel bag. you continue to pretend that you are not hyperaware of your phone as you stuff your bag with clothes, your laptop, and your books.

a knock brings you back to reality.

“hey lovie?” your roommate asks, her voice trembling from exhaustion.

“yeah?” you respond as you pad towards the door and open it for her. she smiles when she sees you. “what’s up?”

“someone’s downstairs, buzzing for you.”

“oh,” you say because you already know who it is.

“yeah,” she replies, standing up taller in sudden attentiveness, her previous sleepiness dispelled at hearing the dejected timbre of your voice. “you want me to chase him off?”

“no!”

you cringe at the ferocity of your reply, which makes her flinch, and you awkwardly clear your throat when the moment settles.

her girlfriend peeks around the corner to check on you two. “everythin’ alright?”

“yeah,” you say, coughing. “i, uh. i got it, thanks.”

you wave off their concern as you snag your keys from the counter and slide into your shoes before taking the elevator back down. you worried your bottom lip again, your brows furrowed as reality rushed back into you—simon’s come to your dorm. simon’s come to you.

you play with your fingers as you step out of the building, your lungs constricting at seeing simon parked just a few feet away. his helmeted head is turned towards the entrance of your building, and even though he’s got his face hidden by the visor, you know simon’s seen you.

still, he doesn’t stand.

he doesn’t make any effort to come to you. so you stay there by the building, blinking your eyes at him, waiting for simon to come close. for simon to be the one to take that first step into apologizing—because why else would he be here if not for that? if not for a pitiful and pathetic apology which you will digest as you are starved of any inkling of affection from simon?

but simon continues to remain still and even if you are desperate for everything he has to give, a bigger part of you knows this is too much. so you turn, sniffling as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, and move to walk back into your dorm building.

“love, wait!” simon calls, but you remain facing the building even as your ears pick up the sound of scuffed boots against gravel, speeding towards you.

you whimper when simon’s hand closes around your wrist, tugging so that you are facing him again. his helmet’s still on but the visor’s pushed up and you bite a whine when your eyes meet his stormy ones.

“i said ‘wait,’ sweetheart,” simon murmurs, his hold tightening before he tugs you ever so closer to him. close enough that you see the lines on his face and the lone scar that runs from the side of his temple before disappearing into the tresses of his hair. close enough that you smell a faint vanilla sticking to his leather jacket. close enough that you see a littering of faint hickeys on his exposed neck.

“fuck you.”

simon’s head rears, not expecting the vitriol from your voice. he barks out a laugh.

“where’d my sweet girl go?”

“i’m not your fucking sweet girl!” you snarl, shaking his hold off of you. “i’m not your fucking anything!”

simon sighs like you are being difficult on purpose. like you are the one at fault. like you are the one who made him wait for two hours as he hanged onto the promise that you whispered to him nights ago. like you are the one who didn’t show up and forced him to find his way back home even amidst his heartache. like you are the one who chose to fuck someone even when you knew he was waiting for you.

because simon knew. he wouldn’t be here in front of you if he didn’t.

and isn’t it almost laughable how you thought he was going to apologize?

“love, is this about-”

“just leave, mr. riley,” you breathe out, the fire of anger that burned within you was extinguished into quiet sputters of your agony. “i made it back anyway. you don’t have to be here anymore.”

simon huffs a humourless laugh, the sound almost resembling a growl instead. “oh, so i’m ‘mr. riley’ now?” he pulls you even closer. “what happened to calling me ‘simon’? or even ‘si’?”

he leans towards you, his helmet bumping your head. “what happened to calling me ‘daddy’?”

simon steps back far enough that your hand misses his head, a hit that would’ve been futile anyway given his helmet.

you choke on your sob, the sound ripping from the base of your throat and tumbling into the cool air. and even then, even amidst the display of your heartbreak, simon continues to just stare you down.

“fuck you,” you repeat, your voice a quiet rasp.

simon hums, his boots crunching against the gravel as he turns. then, he says, “call me when y’r ready to talk to me like a mature person, kid.”

you run back into your building, not bothering to respond to him or to watch him drive off. you barely make it into the elevator before you crumple to your knees, your head dizzy with the intensity of your misery, your heart shredded into pieces.

made myself tear up too yey!!! @prttyangelz u got me sobbing teehee <333

[legendofzoodles]

Legend's hair across @linkeduniverse

I think this change happens over only a few days and he was in rabbit form for an afternoon. I would suggest Twilight's marks were once like that too, but considering he was in wolf form for days if not weeks at the start of his adventure and how often he switches form now his marks are essentially permanent. Even if he swore to never transform again.

[lady-ashfade]

Death Flower

Day 13 of celebration marathon

Platonic!Luke castellan x Reader

-£ ask: Can I request an imagine for your 5k celebration (congrats!!) with Luke castellan? Maybe here, Luke comforts reader beacuse she feels out of place in camp half blood cause she's the daughter of hades and beacuse of that, people either fear or dislike her

-£ warning: really short, slightly angsty, comfort, I have little knowledge of hades kids so far but I researched, bulling themes.

it was a lonely life of a doomed half-blood.

as soon as you were claimed by hades you were pushed away by the others, left to yourself. you just started to get on your feet until they pushed you to the ground to claw your way back up. people would take one look at you and turn the other way with fear in their eyes or hatred. once you were just another kid with nothing special who walked almost in the shadows. but know they placed a light on you, it was ironic. shadows were friends now.

but you had one true friend. luke from hermes cabin took you under his wing from the moment you arrived at camp and now that everyone turn on you he refuses to let go. he hated how lost you looked, you reminded him of himself and he hated that.

“don’t be like that,” he calls out while he ruffles your hair. you sat alone in your quiet place, a view over the forest. no one ever bothered you out here and you liked it. you liked the peace and quiet.

“Like what?” You look at the taller boy standing near you with a soft smile. no fear, no hate. he made you feel welcome.

“So gloomy and brooding.” He snickers while you roll your eyes and huff. As soon as you look away from him he takes a seat next to you and sighs. you bite your lip and silently think to yourself, while he keeps himself quiet to look over the campgrounds with you.

it wasn’t fair that you suffered for your parents, it wasn’t fair that the gods could hold that power too. It makes him sick inside to watch you each day with a frown on your face as no one bothers to talk to you. how could someone see anything harmful in you?

“Give it time, people will come around.” He moved closer at hit his shoulder to yours trying to lift your spirits. “After all no one should fear the kid who falls with nothing under them.” He laughs when you push him away with a angry face but he can see a smile coming through.

“It was my first day! And I swear I hit something,” you cross your arms harshly over your chest.

“Sorry, i couldn’t resist.” He pats your shoulder. “I think you’re doing great. They will see how amazing you are in time, people here are just…” he pauses. You turn and nod slightly in understanding.

“So caught up their parents drama?”

“Exactly like that,” he smirks. Maybe you both were more alike then he thought. You seemed to catch on quick.

“Now come back, you’re going to miss dinner. I’ll even bless you with my presence and sit with you.” You both get up and walk towards the direction back to camp.

“Lucky me.” you fake sarcasm. He doesn’t like that so he takes your head in his arms and messes up your hair while dragging you along the path.

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[unabashegirl]

Enticing 42 — Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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The soft glow of dawn crept through the window, casting a gentle light on the room. Y/N stirred in her sleep, feeling the warmth of the bed and the soft sheets around her. As she slowly began to wake, she became aware of a gentle hand shaking her shoulder.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice whispered. She blinked her eyes open to see Harry sitting on the bed, looking impeccable in a tailored suit and with the scent of freshly bathed skin lingering in the air.

“Mmm?” Y/N mumbled, still half-asleep, trying to comprehend what Harry was saying.

“I have to head to London. I have an important meeting today,” Harry explained, his tone gentle but urgent. “I need to leave early. I'll try my best to get back tonight.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes and sat up, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “London? Today?” she asked, the information slowly sinking in. It was rare for Harry to have meetings that required him to travel to London on such short notice.

Harry nodded, concern and determination in his eyes. “Yes, love. It's rather unexpected, but it's crucial. I'll make it back as soon as I can.”

She glanced at the clock and realized how early it was. “Alright,” Y/N murmured, her mind still in a sleepy haze. “I need to get ready for work anyway. Just be safe, okay?”

He smiled warmly, leaning down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “I'll be careful, I promise. I'll call you as soon as I have a chance.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of pride and worry for Harry's responsibilities. She knew how important his work was and admired his dedication.

Harry quickly finished getting ready, grabbing his briefcase and jacket. He bent down to give her a lingering kiss. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes expressing his genuine affection. “

“I love you too,” she replied softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Take care, and good luck with your meeting.”

With a final smile, Harry left their shared apartment, leaving Y/N alone sleep for a few more hours and to prepare for the day. As she went about her morning routine, thoughts of Harry lingered in her mind. She knew that no matter how busy their lives got, they always found a way to make it work.

A few hours later as Y/N finished her morning routine and prepared to leave for work, she noticed a folded piece of paper on the nightstand beside her bed. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and unfolded the note to find Harry's familiar handwriting.

“My Love,

I hope this note finds you well. I wanted to let you know that my entire staff is at your disposal today. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask. Andrew will be your dedicated point of contact, and he'll take care of anything you need.

If you require a driver to take you to work or back to the apartment later, it's all arranged. Just let them know, and they'll be there for you. Andrew's number is included below in case of any emergencies.

Remember, you are never alone, even when I'm away. I'm always just a call away, and I'll be home as soon as I can. Take care, and have a wonderful day at work. I love you.

Always, H”

A warm smile spread across Y/N's face as she read Harry's thoughtful words. His consideration and love for her were evident in this simple but caring gesture. It made her heart swell with affection and gratitude for having him in her life.

She saved Andrew's number in her phone, appreciating the support system Harry had put in place for her. The knowledge that Harry had made arrangements to ensure her comfort and safety made her feel loved and cherished.

As Y/N finished getting ready for work, she contacted the driver as Harry had arranged. The driver was waiting outside the building, ready to take her to work. Just as she walked out of the building, she heard her name being called. She turned around and saw James, her ex-boyfriend, standing there. He quickly approached her, stopping her from getting into the car. “Y/N!” James called out, his voice filled with urgency. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him. It had been so long since they last saw each other, and the unexpected encounter caught her off guard.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice tinged with surprise and confusion. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of emotions to the surface.

“I've been trying to reach you,” James said, his tone filled with concern. “I need to talk to you”.

Y/N's heart raced as she locked eyes with James, her ex-boyfriend. Memories of their past relationship flooded her mind, bringing a mix of fear and unease. She knew what James was capable of and the reasons she had cut off all communication with him after they returned from Italy.

“James?” Y/N managed to say, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and apprehension. She took a step back, creating some distance between them. “There's nothing to talk about. I don't know how you found me, but I need you to leave.”

James' expression turned desperate as he reached out, trying to grab Y/N's arm. “Please, just hear me out,” he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. “I've changed, Y/N. I want a chance to explain.”

Y/N's fear intensified as she pulled away from James, her voice firm and resolute. "No, James. I can't take that risk. I've moved on from our past, and I need you to respect that. Leave me alone."

Y/N's heart raced as James cornered her, his eyes filled with anger and determination. Fear gripped her as she realized she was trapped, unable to escape his grasp.

"You can't get away from me," James sneered, his voice laced with menace. "I won't let you go so easily."

Y/N's mind raced, searching for a way out of this dangerous situation. She mustered up all her courage and spoke firmly, her voice tinged with defiance. "You need to leave, James. I won't let you threaten me anymore. I'm not the person I was before, and I won't be controlled by you."

James' expression turned even more menacing as he tightened his grip on her arm. "You think you can just move on and forget about me? You're mine,"

Y/N felt her heart race as James’s anger boiled over, his grip on her arm tightening. Fear coursed through her veins, memories of their tumultuous past flashing before her eyes. She knew she had to be strong, for herself, for the baby growing inside of her and for the love that she has found for Harry again.

“James, let go” Y.N said firmly, her voice quivering but resolute. “This is not okay, and it’s not going to change anything”.

He sneered, his grip relenting slightly. “You think you can just move on and forget everything we had?”

“It’s not about forgetting,” she replied, her voice gaining strength. “It’s about moving forward and finding happiness.”

James’s face contorted with rage, fueled by Y/N’s rejection. Without restraint, he shoved her forcefully, causing her to collide with the unforgiving side of the building. Pain erupted through her head, an immediate, searing throb that made her stagger, her vision blurring.

Gasping, Y/N clutched the back of her head, warm stickiness coating her trembling feels. Fear surged within her, mixing with the agony pulsing in her skull. She could feel the world spinning around her, threatening to pull her into unconsciousness.

Harry’s driver was out of the car as soon as he noticed James's hands on her. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed James or Y/N coming down. He had been on his phone, entertained watching some videos online.

“Y/N!” Max’s voice broke through the haze of pain and dizziness, his alarmed face coming into view. James was kick on his feet as soon as he heard Max calling out to her.

Every fiber of her being screamed with torment, but she summoned the strength to focus on Max’s concerned eyes. He swiftly came to her aid, his steady presence grounding her in the chaotic moment.

“We need to get you help, now” Max urged, his voice urgent and soothing. He bent down and swift her off her feet. He could tell that she was able to make the steps to the car. Every step sent shockwaves of pain through her head, but she gritted her teeth, desperate to stay conscious, to stay strong.

The hospital walls became a blur as she was whisked into the emergency room. Medical professionals swarmed around her, attending to the injury that now pulsed with an instant beat. She fought to stay present, to endure the stitches and the probing questions. But it got the best of her, and she succumb to the darkness.

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[pjmxtra]

I want more time with you…ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

જ⁀➴ pairing: idol boyfriend! Ni-ki x gn!reader

જ⁀➴ synopsis: Dating an idol is harder then you thought it would be.

જ⁀➴ genre: fluff, angst (?)

જ⁀➴ notes: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?!???!!!?? NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN PLS Once again it’s all over the place but it’s readable :) i hope !! pls request !!

The soft rustle of tree leaves brushing against each other and the piitter padder of the rain didn’t help in your situation. The feeling of longing in your chest was at its peck. You knew dating Riki was gonna have little to no time spent together. You where 99% willing to go through that just to be with him but that 1% is kicking in.

All you needed right now was him. It was bad day from the start. You had woken up late and got scolded by your manager at work. While working you had messed up an order and had gotten yelled at by a costumer. At this point you a hundred percent believed the world was against you today.

You shuffled through your bag and pulled out your phone. Opening the Camera app and begin to take pictures of everything you saw. Whenever you went out you always found something to send him. Whether it be the food you has ordered or how pretty a flower looked. Sending him pictures always made it seem like he was right there with you.

Pulling up his contact then picking the photos you found the prettiest and hitting send. You shut off your phone knowing he wouldn’t be able to answer since his schedule was so busy. Yet you still anticipated the little buzz from your phone.

Slowly walking through the crowded sidewalks, rapped up in one of his jackets. Umbrellas overtaking the sky as people passed. You couldn’t help but think about him even more.

How it would be so romantic if he was here and you two had to share an umbrella. Crapped under it as you found warmth in his arms. As you made it to the front of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Yet another day without him in this sad sad place.

Opening the door as you had a million times, the familiar scent of home washed over. As you walked around the apartment your mind wondered to memories you had made here with him. Remembering all the movie nights you guys had and all the arts and crafts you “forced” him to do. Deep down you knew how much he loved them.

Making your way to small kitchen your eyes landed on mug. Not just any mug tho one that you and Ni-ki had gotten together on your 2nd date. You had once again dragged him along some fun adventure. Letting out a little laugh you couldn’t help but think that pottery wasn’t his strong suit. The clay was lumpy and slanted. Still, it was the best gift you had ever received.

A soft buzz interrupted your train of though. The bright light of your phone illuminated your face as you read the message.

“It’s so pretty. Just like you 🫶🏻 - Ni-ki boy”

You let out a laugh at how cheesy he was. Blushing at the comment. It reminded you of the first time he really called you beautiful. Yeah he has said you look beautiful on the first date and so on, but there was one moment you knew he really meant it from the bottom of his heart.

You remember it like yesterday. The gentle blow of the wind washed over you both. It was the evening after dating for a month or so. It wasn’t a special day or anything just wanting to be each others presence. Sitting on a park bench as you both watched the kids and dogs run around having the time of their life.

Your hands intertwined as you sat close to each other. The sun kissed you so perfectly. Riki felt his heart jump from his chest at the sight. Cheeks heating up as he’s hands started to get clammy. It was so cheesy and romantic it felt like it came straight out of a drama.

He let a sigh escape past his lips. Unintentionally grabbing your attention away from the others. You tilted you head towards him letting a smile paint your features. How could he be so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend? He was truly amazed that he had you as his. He stared into you eyes as he let the words slip out of his mouth with ease.

“You are so beautiful”

Silence washed over the two. Not an awkward one. You took a couple of seconds to compose yourself. You are quite used to having someone to call you such sweet names. You tried to play it off by shoving him a little bit.

“Duh I know” You teased. Ni-ik let out one of his well known laughs. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. His laugh was just as contagious as his pretty smile. Letting the moment sink in you wished you could stay here forever. With him. Just you two and no one else. That’s all you needed.

You let out a sigh as you remembered the fond memory. Soon the silence became overwhelming. You had always been an emotional person so remembering these memories did not help what so ever. Your water line fighting tears back as they threatened to fall. A knock at the door rang through the room.

Jumping a little at the sudden sound. Making your was slowly to the door, whipping your tears on the way. Swinging the door open gently it soon revealed your one and only boyfriend. He was covered from head to toe just in case not to get recognized. You stood there in shock since you didn’t expect him to come over.

“Ni-ki?” You hushed out moving to the side to allow him in. As he came in he pulled down is mask and cap. Revealing his highlighted hair.

“Hi baby” he said closing the door behind him before pulling you into a long, crushing hug. His familiar smell over coming all senses. Holding him back tightly the water works began to turn. Slowly tears started to fall on his coat. He felt you shacking and pulled back. Finally being able to see your shining eyes gloss over with tears.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked, is a worried tone as he tried his best to whip your tears. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was all to much. You didn’t realize how much you needed him. You had always pushed this feeling away because you knew you had to be strong about this relationship. Yet you couldn’t hind how you felt from him.

“I..” your own sobs making it hard to let a single word out. He was quick to pull you back into a gentle hug. This time letting you have some space to breathe. He softly rubbed the small of you back and let his hand run through your hair. Trying to help you calm down.

Soon your cry’s stopped. All that was left where dried tears and small hiccups.

“I want more time with you.. riki” you kept your head down hands still holding him. Afraid that if you let go all you’ll have left of him where memories.

“Aw baby, you know we have all the time in world.” he spoke trying to make you feel at ease. You looked into his eyes for the first time in a while. Getting emotional once again. “I’m scared… i’m scared i won’t have enough memories of us.” you sighed “I know getting into a relationship with you I would have to sacrifice seeing you ever once in a while.. but i just want more time with you. Before we know it this could be our last” thoughts of not having enough moments and adventures with him made you feel hopeless. Silence washed over you both. Your words that had been unspoken for many many months finally spilled out. Unable to stop.

“I want you to make unforgettable memories with you Riki. I wanna be young and dumb and in love with you. Just give me more time.” Ni-ki’s grip loosened around you. He moved his hands from around you to be placed in your hands. He intertwined them together bringing them close to his chest.

“And we can do all that y/n… I promise we have all the time in the universe. I’m not going anywhere as long as your with me.” He placed his lips on yours giving you a soft peck. Bringing his hand up to whip off the dry tears that had made there way on your cheeks. He closed the gap once again. Hoping this kiss would tell you all you needed to know.

He pulled away just enough for your lips to separate. He stared into your eyes, really taking in the fragile moment. As he pulled you close to him a hushed-

“I love you.” fell past his lips.

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[ann-reese]

"The family's little tradition"

Seems like Andrew learned a little something about her ancestry and their practices

But it's been centuries, I'm sure it won't cause any trouble for our little Gryffindor...right?

[simpinformonkies]

I am absolutely THRIVING for your oneshots

Uhhhh sooo as an angst addict may I request a oneshot with MK where the reader gets severely injured (and dies if you’re willing to write that much angst)

I just listened to Little Fall of Rain from Les Miz and it has filed my need for angst

BRO I LOVE ANGST GUHHHH I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANY SO HERE'S SOMETHING I SCROUNGED UP REALLY QUICK! ENJOY!

~~~

WARNING: GRAPHIC DEATH, BLOOD, LOSS OF LIMB. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! ~~~

MK / QI XIAOTIAN

The first time MK calls and you don't pick up, he just shrugs it off- 'They're probably at work,' he thinks to himself, 'they'll call me back when they get time.'

The second time it happens, something coils in his gut and tells him that something is up, but he just shrugs it off as best he can, ignoring the feeling.

The third time, anxiety settles in the pit of his stomach and insecurities knock at his door like old (toxic) friends. 'Maybe they finally got sick of you~' the voices whisper, liquid poison dripping off their lips and leaving burning, acidic scars across his mind and soul, cutting in his heart with sharpened knives and even sharper words.

The fourth time is the one where you answer-

-but it wasn't you.

No, whoever had your phone wasn't you, and that same ugliness rears its head again, and for the first time, MK calls Mei to get her to use the camera she installed on you (just as she had done to all her friends. MK still finds it creepy, but whatever, it's helpful now) to figure out your location.

Mei manages to ping the location, and MK storms in, anger burning in his gut because someone took the one that was HIS. Took HIS moonlight.

And when MK gets there, he is horrified.

There you lay, in-between crates, missing a leg and left in a puddle of crimson, staining your shirt as scarlet as a spider lilies. Your blood stains the ground, and its not warm when he scrambles towards you to hold your body.

No, you were cold. Frigid, more like.

You died long before he even got there, and MK felt a part of his heart tear apart to nothing but withered, torn scraps. MK could do nothing but hold your cold corpse in his hands, uncaring of how your blood stains his hands and clothes, and sob.

~~~

The day of your funeral is not what MK expected.

He expected the skies to open up and mourn an innocent life lost- the life of his beloved, of his moonlight; the one that hung the stars and kept him down to earth no matter how high he attempted to reach.

But no- the skies were sunny and bright.

Somehow, that just made this entire situation even worse- because of course the heavens wouldn't mourn his beloved. Why would they? Bastard immortals.

Even as the sun beats down on his body, MK stands before your grave, clutching your sweater- the very same you had died in, something he had washed to get out the blood and yet the scent of death still sticks like glue- in his hands, staring down at your newly engraved tombstone.

Something ugly and dark curls and bubbles in his chest, and MK's lips wobble weakly, tears burning his eyes even when his gaze sharpens like a newly polished sword.

"I'll avenge you," MK promised to himself, voice nothing but a whisper, yet carrying through the air, "I'll find who took you from me, and I'll take everything from them."

And that was a promise that he was going to keep, no matter what.

[giggly-squiggily]

May I request Sk8 the infinity for the Candy Heart Valentine Event? With lee! Reki and ler! Langa with "Miss You", "Hug" and "Love Bug"?

Thank you very much!!

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

The boys! :D God I need to rewatch Sk8- it's so GOOD! I've gotcha covered, anon!

Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?" + Hug: "I just want a hug!" + Love Bug: "What's so funny?"

“When’s the last time you smiled?” Langa asked, looking at his boyfriend. Lately, Reki was in such a gloomy state it was starting to worry him. Granted, he was always worried about him- but today was especially bad.

The redhead continued to roll his skateboard back and forth with his foot, seeming to not hear him. Eventually though, he spoke. “I’m okay, Lan- I’m just not feeling my best self lately. That’s all.”

Langa didn’t believe it, but he knew pressing wasn’t what Reki needed when he got like this. “Can I do anything to help?”

“You’re already doing plenty.” Reki smiled at him, the expression a bit sad. “But I really could use a hug right now.”

“Of course.” Langa didn’t hesitate, scooting over and pulling him against his chest. “There there.”

He didn’t know why he said it- it just seemed like something his mom always did whenever Langa himself was feeling down. The second it came out of his mouth, he felt like a complete fool.

Then he heard Reki giggle against his chest and all the immediate embarrassment vanished as he realized he rather liked that sound and wanted to hear it again.

“What’s so funny?” Langa teased, bringing his fingers up and into Reki’s sides, making the other boy tense with a new round of giggles. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“N-Nohoohothing! Ahehahah, I juhuhuhust reahhehahahlly loohohove yoohohou.” Reki giggled against him, squirming in his arms as Langa continued gently pressing into his sides and ribs. “Yooohohohohu’re cuhuuhhuhuuhte!”

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” Langa mock growled, increasing his tickles as Reki let out a proper bout of laughter. “You think I’m cute, and that’s funny to you? Well- I’ll teach you to laugh at me!”

“I whahahahsn’t! Ahehahahah ohoohohokay mahahahybe I wahahhahahs! Gheahhahaha, Lahahahahnga!” Reki sat up, catching his boyfriend’s hands as he gasped for air. “Ohohohokay, oohohokay…you gohohohot me.”

“I always will.” Langa leaned in and pressed a kiss into Reki’s smiling mouth, then another against his salty cheek. “Cause I love you too.”

[jamiethebeeart]

Sketches

[windor-truffle]

"Why is the land forgotten?"

"I don't know. It seems we will have to uncover this mystery together."

[fleetsonourgecentral]

A request: Ebony celebrates Fleetway Super birthday along with the freedom Fighthers celebrathing Sonic's birthday (so Super and Sonic share a birthday celebration :D) but Scourge IS jealous because he doesn't get any gifts

Adfjdasfjds Scourge being jealous for petty reasons my beloved

~~~

"This doesn't seem fair," Scourge grumbled, folding his arms and glaring at his surroundings like he could set the decorations alight with his eyes alone. Unfortunately, getting zapped by the Master Emerald didn't seem to grant him those powers, but hey, it was always worth double checking.

"Life isn't fair," Sonic said, smug smirk fully plastered on his face as he lounged on his throne for the day. The throne in question was nothing more than an old armchair fished out of the dump, and was covered in rips and clearly falling apart, but it was clean (thanks to Tekno's efforts) and it was the nicest chair the Freedom Fighters owned, so they made do.

Scourge was surprised they were putting in the effort at all. Sonic's ego was so big it was a wonder his head didn't swell and become too heavy for his body to carry; there was really no need to stroke his ego by giving him a throne.

For some reason, though, the Freedom Fighters, despite usually being extremely enthusiastic about keeping Sonic's ego in check, had decided today was an exception. It was his birthday, after all.

"How did you even get all this?" Scourge said. Thankfully, none of the cheesy "happy birthday" banners had been strung up on the wall - those were dumped on Ebony's doorstep - but in their place were custom-made banners proudly congratulating the Hero of Mobius on another year of victory over Robotnik. Over the top and unnecessary, considering the victory in question was mostly just his continued survival, and thus his continued ability to be a future pain in the ass.

Not that Robotnik didn't have it coming, but still.

"We made them!" Tails chirped from where he was stringing up another banner, this one declaring today as Sonic Day. "Tekno designed most of the banner so it would look cool enough that Sonic won't complain, and then Amy and I helped decide what they should say, and then we all painted them together!"

"And you didn't invite me?"

"We both know you would've told us all to fuck off if we asked you to help," Amy said, although the teasing smile on her face showed her comment was light-hearted instead of irritated. Gross.

"These aren't new, anyway," Tekno said. "We made these before you arrived, so you couldn't have helped. Unless you found a way to time travel. If you find an easy way to time travel, let me know?"

"Sure, whatever."

And now that Scourge was looking, the banners did seem a little worn. Small rips on the edges, colors dulled, the paper crinkled; obviously reused over the years. He nudged one of the banners crumpled on the floor with his foot, then picked it up to inspect it, holding it with his thumb and forefinger. Sonic's painted winking face greeted him, and Scourge sneered at it. On the back of the banner, he could see a cluster of signatures. Some he recognised - Tails and Amy - while some he'd never heard of - who in the world was Shortfuse? - and some... well, some were just initials, none of which he recognised. He certainly didn't remember any friends of Sonic's who went by J.L.

"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to help?" Amy said, lightly elbowing him as she passed, snatching the banner from his hands.

"What's it look like? I'm gonna stand here."

"No you're not. Help Tekno bring the gifts in."

"I'm not participating in this. You do shit like this then wonder why he's an arrogant dickhead."

"Is it arrogance if it's justified?" Sonic said.

"Justify my foot up your ass," Scourge said, just as Tekno dragged him away.

The pile of presents was bigger than it had any right to be. The Freedom Fighters didn't have much money - apparently fighting for the safety of the entire fucking planet doesn't pay well, or at all, which is bullshit and all the more reason for Scourge to find the whole thing stupid - so none of them could really afford to go all-out with the presents, but the bulk of the pile came from local civilians who had caught wind of the celebration and wanted to express their gratitude. Over the past week during their travels, civilians would stop them, shyly handing over presents and telling them they were for Sonic's birthday, a token of their appreciation for constantly saving their asses, because they couldn't be bothered to do it themselves.

No one said that last bit out loud, but Scourge always made sure to mentally add it.

Why they couldn't express their gratitude with some fucking cash, he did not know.

"Grab the presents by the table?" Tekno said, scooping presents into her arms. For what it was worth, although the pile was bigger than one would expect, at least most of the presents were small.

Groaning with all the contempt he could muster, Scourge shuffled over to the table and started tucking presents under his arms.

"Did you drop off everything at Ebony's?" Tekno said. Her voice was low, hidden by the rustle of the presents, only loud enough for Scourge to hear. Not that he thought Sonic could hear them when they were out here, but better safe than sorry.

"Whaddya take me for? Of course I did," Scourge said, voice equally low, although that was more for Tekno's peace of mind than his own. She'd shush him if she thought he was being too loud, but she was also really bad at shushing people quietly, and ended up attracting attention with her shushes more often than not. It was really counterproductive. Scourge didn't know why Sonic had let it slide for this long.

"Just making sure."

Scourge grunted, but he did give the rest of the presents an obligatory once-over, just to be sure there weren't any that shouldn't be there.

Super's birthday fell on the same day as Sonic's. It was why all the cheesy banners had been dumped on Ebony instead of in the trash where they belonged. The Freedom Fighters - okay, mostly Tekno - thought it was a good idea to send a few presents over from all of them, as a gesture of goodwill and minor bribery to please not turn evil and try to kill them all again. It was a plan Sonic had been conveniently left out of; even with their less strained relationship (although that really wasn't saying much) it was blatantly obvious he still wasn't fond of Super. He wouldn't stop them from giving him birthday presents, or wanting to wish him a happy birthday, but he would wrinkle his nose and mutter a comment under his breath, which was apparently a problem, although Scourge hadn't figured out why.

Ebony had asked if they wanted to stop by, even tentatively offered a joint birthday celebration if that would make things easier, but she was swiftly turned down. Presents were a safe bet, the Freedom Fighters had agreed, because they could be dropped off at any time, and Sonic would never have to know, and they could wish Super a happy birthday without ever leaving Sonic's side on the actual day. And they could send Scourge to be their little delivery boy so none of them would have to do it; despite the olive branch, Tails and Amy were still wary of Super. Apparently Scourge and (somehow) Tekno were the only ones who weren't little bitches about him.

Well, Sonic wasn't a little bitch exactly, but he wasn't as cool and casual about Super as he wanted to be. So he didn't count.

"I'm just saying," Scourge said, hefting as many presents into his arms as he could, "if you're going to make the decorations look like a 'congrats on kicking ass without dying' celebration, we should all be getting presents."

"It's not your birthday, though."

"I'm his boyfriend, though. Shouldn't I get, like, a solidarity present?"

"No, because it isn't your birthday."

Scourge bit back a comment about how if Super got to have a birthday just because he was another Sonic, then logically, so should he. Because, well, it wasn't his birthday, even though all the celebration really made it feel like it should be. He thought birthdays for Sonics were the same across all dimensions - he was pretty sure he shared a birthday with Prime, eugh - but apparently not.

With another exaggerated groan, he shuffled back into the living room with the presents towering high above him, because second trips were for chumps, and dumped them at Sonic's feet. His own gift wasn't in there, but only because he'd already given it to Sonic this morning. The moment he woke up, in fact. Scourge wasn't about to be beaten by anyone in anything, including being the first person to give Sonic a gift.

Not that it was anything special. Scourge wasn't exactly rolling in money either, and Sonic was a pain in the ass to shop for. Humiliation had nipped at his heels when he handed the gift over, ready to burn him, but Sonic seemed to really like it - underneath the obligatory layer of snark - so it was fine.

Probably.

He eyed the pile of presents again, and tried not to gnaw on his lip.

Some of the civilians who gave them presents looked... well, not well-off, but comfortable. Not rich, not even close to rich, but able to at least afford something nice for the Hero of Mobius. More than Scourge could afford.

More than any of the Freedom Fighters could afford, though, and Sonic didn't really give a shit about his fans outside of the inherent bragging rights that come with having fans in the first place. None of those civilians knew what Sonic liked. The Freedom Fighters did. Scourge did.

He doubted any civilian signatures were on the back of the banner he picked up.

A party thrown by civilians probably wouldn't look like this at all. That would be far more elaborate, with more people pitching in to help, even more vomit-worthy banners and decorations hung from every wall and banister, singing the praises of Sonic the Hedgehog. Over the top, and licking his ass, and making a huge deal out of him. Exactly the kind of celebration Sonic would like; he always loved it when people lavished him with praise for his efforts in saving the world, the arrogant bastard.

Sonic didn't have any of that, this year. Oh, sure, the party would stroke his ego, but it wasn't lavish. Compared to what he could have, it was almost humble.

But. He didn't look upset by it. Didn't even feign annoyance that it wasn't as big as it could be.

Scourge couldn't remember any of his own birthdays looking like this growing up. No friends surrounding him, bickering as they hung birthday banners or fetched presents or argued over the cake. No shitty birthday chair fished out of the dump. No lavish party to sing his praises. His birthdays weren't humble like this one, but they weren't extravagant, either.

They were... cold. Empty. There was no soul in the presents, no warmth in the candle of the cake. No signatures on the back of a hand-made birthday banner.

Scourge swallowed down the ugly feeling in his stomach.

Whatever. He didn't need any of that shit. He was Scourge the fucking Hedgehog, he knew exactly how great he was. Who needed a giant party? Not him. He wasn't that fragile.

"Scowl any harder and your face will get stuck."

Scourge flipped Sonic off without even looking. "Eat shit, birthday boy."

"Are you sulking because Pixel Brain jumped on you this morning when he came to wish me a happy birthday?"

"He crushed my fucking ribs," Scourge complained, glad for something to focus on. The interruption had been rude, and Tails was fortunate they were already awake; had he done that shit while Scourge was still asleep, he would've gotten an ass full of quills.

"Right. And you're definitely not sulking because you wanted to cuddle."

"I don't cuddle."

"Bullshit you don't."

"I don't. You have no proof."

"Then you're gonna start."

Before Scourge could say a word of protest, Sonic grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him onto his lap.

"Fuck off and let me go," Scourge snapped, shifting to get comfortable.

"It's my birthday," Sonic said, smirking his stupid, smug, victorious grin. "That means you have to do what I say."

"I'm not doing shit, you can't tell me what to do, birthday or not," Scourge said, leaning further into Sonic when he wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer.

"You'll get the chair when it's your birthday, if it's any consolation."

"Fuck the chair! What about my presents?"

"We'll see."

"Asshole," Scourge grumbled, biting Sonic lightly on the shoulder to emphasize his point, but he only got an amused chuckle in return.

"You're getting off when the cake gets here," Sonic said.

Huffing, Scourge snuggled further into Sonic. They'd see about that.

[hannibalzero]

Thoughts on Arthur Morgan and baby Jack.

Arthur’s hands itched at the sight of little Jack. He missed Isaac, some of the most happiest moments in his life was with Isaac at that age. The urge to take the boy to feel that way again was strong. This wasn’t his youngin he would not take the boy away. Too his credit he didn’t. He kept his distance unless needed.

Mrs.Grimshaw isn’t a teacher type of person, she has no patience in it so I can see Abigail being in the dark about most baby care. Nobody else was helping ether so Arthur stepped up.

To Abigail’s credit. She was holding the boy right and knew when to whip a titty out but everything else? She was clueless and John was scared as can be…also stupid but couldn’t help that.

Arthur helped them out, showing them how to care for Jack. What the sounds means, feeding times, how to burp and change cloth diapers. How to make a apple crate into a good crib and sent John to get a backboard.

“Why do you care? Is it because ya know he’s yours?” John grumbled to Arthur as he worked the apple crate into a simple crib. “The boy ain’t mine and you know it-“

“John, ya say a lotta stupid shit.” Arthur was holding Jack as Abagail slept. “Ya know I ain’t ever been with her, besides the boi looks just like ya when ya where young.” Arthur gave John a look. “ I’m gonna tell ya this once, ya better hear me.” Arthur’s voice was deep and serious. “If you don’t take these moments with Jack, it’ll haunt ya forever. Babies don’t stay small long and you’ll miss it constantly. Pure and sweet, unconditional love.” He explained “when it’s gone…” Arthur readjusted Jack. “Look…whatever happens between ya and Abigail that’s fine just..know Jack.” Arthur moved Jack into Johns arms for the first time.

“Arthur I can’t, he’s too small and Imma-“

“Dirty, warn down and sour but to Jack? Ya are truly loved.” Arthur took over the crib building leaving the wolf to his cub.

[polkadottedpie]

Matsuno Osomatsu as a Vent Regressor

CW: heavy angst, vent regression/regression through trauma, PTSD, referenced child abuse (y'all remember Tougou, right?), breakdowns, dissociation, masking, alcohol, swearing

This is very much not typical comforting age regressor content. Find some lighter headcanons in my comfort post!

Osomatsu's regression is involuntary and ugly, and he doesn't even realize he does it.

It's rooted in a twisted mix of complicated emotions and trauma, built on the abuse he experienced as a child from the Tougou incident and painted with the crushing expectations of being the eldest Matsuno brother. His brothers all rely on him in their own way, but after all is said and done, who's left for him to rely on?

Even though he has no idea what regression is, Osomatsu recognizes the vulnerability that comes with the headspace. He doesn't want his brothers to know their Onii-chan is struggling so much and keeps it to himself. He's gotten really good at covering up his slips and strategically excusing himself before he breaks down.

Osomatsu regresses squarely to 10 years old—the age he was when the Tougou incident occurred—and he usually plummets into the headspace when he's triggered by past trauma or buckling under the pressure of being a responsible big brother.

This culminates in vivid nightmares and ugly sob sessions, usually hidden away from his brothers where they can't see his weakness. He'll hide in the bedroom closet while his brothers are goofing around downstairs, or the bathroom while his brothers sleep, curl up on the floor, and bawl to the empty room that he doesn't want to be the eldest anymore. He feels so small and vulnerable and helpless, and he doesn't know how to handle it. He wants to be babied and protected for a change.

But he can't. He has to be strong, because he's a big boy and he has to be brave to keep his little brothers safe.

Or Tougou will find out.

And Tougou will be mad.

And Tougou will hurt him.

Or Tougou will hurt them.

When he finally cries himself out, he stays a while longer to collect himself. He dries his tears and mutters half-baked reassurances to himself, trying to be his own Nii-chan.

It doesn't help much. He hopes it doesn't fall this flat when he reassures his brothers.

Not all of his slips into regression are so violent and messy, but even the quiet ones aren't much better. They come with heavy dissociation, brain fog, and anxiety he can't quite explain as he struggles to think and do simple tasks.

He's usually pretty good at playing it off as his usual goofy nature—or maybe it’s just the booze—pretending he's fine like he did back when he was little.

But if his brothers paid enough attention, they might notice how passive he gets, or the ways he seems to blank out, staring at nothing for a moment too long before being brought back by their shenanigans or a call of his name.

Nobody seems to notice. It's easy to slip under the radar when you're just one of six unruly NEETs, and Osomatsu would prefer to keep it that way. He's the eldest, after all. He can handle it. He's an adult for fuck's sake.

They shouldn't have to worry about him.

[unabashegirl]

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enews A few hours ago, Harry Styles was spotted enjoying his honeymoon with his newly wedded wife, Y/N Y/L/N. They were seen laughing and sharing kisses, putting to rest any rumors of trouble in paradise. Just two days prior, speculation had arisen after Harry was seen dining alone. The celebrated author set the record straight in a comment, stating, "You all really love to push this narrative. I was simply sunburned and had a migraine, so I opted for room service. Not that I owe anyone explanations about my marriage." What do you think about her comment?

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harryflowers I think you should all mind your own business and let them enjoy their honeymoon in peace. 😐

harrysfan4ever this is exacly what Y/N is talking about in her comment. leave them alone! let them live. 🙃

harrytruestfan i think the world has bigger things to worry than what Harry and Y/N are doing.

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( romantic Hc ,Scenario or whatever it's fine) Himetsuru seems cold and annoyed to the Saniwa (ofc he only care for cute little Tantou😂) , what if The Saniwa trying to give up on him like stop calling for his attention,don't want to bother him anymore cause they don't want to be hates by him😢😢😢 //happy ending pls🙏

genre: angst/fluff word count: 3962 cw: N/A summary: Following Himetsuru's point of view, he goes about his day realizing that something is missing. Or, rather someone. His saniwa, who normally is very cheerful and always comes to talk to him - is no where to be found. If anything... It is like they are avoiding him. That can't be, right? How could they go from trying to capture his affections to disappearing from his sight in one day? It doesn't bother him... Just more peaceful for him to go about his day. Yet... What is this melancholy feeling?

Please Chase Me (Himetsuru Ichimonji x GN!Reader)

Birds sing their sweet tunes as cicadas try to speak over them on this hot afternoon. The citadel, already bustling with activity, plays their own tune of laughter and occasional shouts from one another. A typical day. Like any normal day, a certain sword still resides under their heavy comfort blanket, an eye mask blocking the dim light shining through the cracks of the screen door, and braided silver hair slowly coming undone from the movement throughout the night. 

Himetsuru is known for his late sleeping well into the day. Sleeping early in the night and sleeping late into the day. His body and mind now rested well but if you asked him, he could sleep for an hour or two more. Nonetheless, he had to get up for his afternoon tea and to watch the tantous play in the summer heat. A tired body slowly rose from the ground and the muscles under his clothes slowly stretched as a satisfying pop resounded within it. A soft sigh was all that could be heard within the room as the flawless princess sword took off his eye mask to greet the dim room with his icy eyes. His thin, nimble fingers undoing his braids as he got to work to get ready for the day. 

The screen door slid open silently as Himetsuru appeared before it in his normal casual outfit. A well-fitted black turtleneck with no sleeves that goes to his knees, along with some comfortable sweat-pants and a warm jacket that is only worn over his shoulders. His hair is, once again, perfectly put together and brushed. Himetsuru needs to make sure that any eye that catches his beauty is aware of exactly how eye-catching he truly is. A personal motivation wherever he goes is to be the most pretty being in the room. There is a reason he is known as princess crane, and he is going to live up to that name. The sun enhances his beauty as it shines on him in a perfect angle to make his silver hair shine even more, circling the outline of his head with an angelic glow.

The tantous were already out and about, yelling and chasing each other on the green grass. Normally one would believe that it is a game that is all well and fun, however Namazuo was among them. Even from far away, Himetsuru could imagine the mischievous grin that would be on the young sword’s face from increasing the risk of the normal game of tag. Especially if Namazuo was assigned on horsekeep duty for the day… Saniwa didn’t seem to assign him to tending to the horses nearly as much as before after finding out his devious plans to pull pranks on the other swords. Himetsuru could feel a soft chuckle threaten to slip out of his throat as he reminded himself of the saniwa’s expression when they found out about how Namazuo would use the horse manure to inflict fear into the tantous (and any other sword that threatened to feel his wrath) as he chased them through the field. Once even going INSIDE the citadel. That was quickly punished and, not as easily, cleaned up. A shiver still follows the memory from the terrible smell that refused to vanish from the walls…

A quick adventure to the kitchen to grab his tea and cup, brought him back to his favorite spot, a perfect view of the tantous running on the hill and the sun hitting his skin just right to warm him up. Sakurayu tea settled in the cup in his hand as the steam rose to remind him of the lovely scent of the lost sakura trees of the summer. Enjoying the warmth of the drink sliding down his throat as Samidare hides in the branches of a tree just above poor Gokotai, who has not been able to tag anyone yet. A pitying smile on Himetsuru’s face as he watches the sad act before him. Perhaps after his tea he will help the poor boy out. Regardless of the persona Himetsuru tries to keep up around the citadel, his heart is very weak towards the tantous; especially the Uesugi clan tantous. Going from a cold beauty that can only behold from a far to a tall crane that just wanted to wrap his kids in his arms and become brotherly to all of them. A weakness he wouldn’t ask to get rid of. 

His day was going as per usual. Late wake up, tea to start his day while watching the tantous play… He was only missing one aspect to his day to complete the daily routine.

“Himetsuru-san.” Called a voice to his left. Ah, there is the last piece that was missing from his day. The saniwa that always interrupted his tea time to try to playfully talk to him, trying to make him smile any which way that was possible. Only for his cold stare to look over at them and a grumble of his breath as they approached him everyday. He would always treat them passively with no interest, yet they kept coming back to garner his affections. So far, it has not worked and he was not going to let them win. Afterall, his allure was that he was like a painting on a wall. He couldn’t let anyone get close to him and tire of him after getting what they want. He has to keep pulling them along.

“So you finally show up, aru-” Himetsuru’s voice got caught in his throat as his aloof gaze rested on the voice to his left. His eyebrows rose slightly at who appeared before him. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else. What can I help you with, Juzumaru-dono?”

The tall figure, even taller than Himetsuru, smiled politely at the pale sword. His hair swayed ever so slightly in the summer breeze as he held his hands clasped before his person. His eyes never opened to show that he was aware of who was around him, yet he found Himetsuru anyway. Clearly he had a way of seeing. Though, that was a mystery that no one truly knew the answer to. A mystery that Himetsuru was slightly intrigued by but wouldn’t die without finding out the answer to it. Juzumaru kept his distance from other swords normally but was polite to all he did encounter. Himetsuru had a positive perspective of the wise sagely sword and couldn’t find it in his heart to be aloof to such a person. 

“I apologize for interrupting your tea, Himetsuru-san. However, it seems like you are setting the table for dinner today with Mouri-kun. He is currently awaiting your help.”

Well this is a surprising turn of events, indeed. Any work that he had to do that involved him getting messy were events of him complaining before, during, and long after it had been done. Although he complained that his hair is forever ruined by the soil getting into it, he never went against the wishes of the saniwa and followed orders. He whined about it to them on occasion, just to tease them, but over time he began to notice that he was assigned less to citadel work that required him to dirty his form. It would be a lie to say that realizing this fact did not make him rosy at the cheeks with a grin on his doll-like face. Was he truly that valued to his saniwa that they would go out of their way to soften his childish woes as such? 

Clearly not since that very same saniwa refused to show their face at their daily tea time. He may have not invited them at the start, but they kept inviting themselves each time. It felt strange for them to suddenly not appear. He did not like his routine to be messed with because of a troublesome master. One last tip of his sweet tea brought him to his feet to go help the green-haired tantou with the table.

“Thank you for telling me,” Himetsuru bowed slightly to one of the great heavenly swords and collected his things to make his way to the dining area. 

….

An alluring aroma drifted into the dining hall as Himetsuru stepped through the door. Mouri was already setting down plates for the meal to come. His soft violet eyes drifting up to see the new presence within the hall and a cheerful smile appearing as his eyes landed on Himetsuru.

“Himetsuru-san! Good afternoon!” He cheered, nearly dropping a plate he was balancing but his quick reflexes saved the day before glass covered the floor before him. 

A barely visible smile found its way onto Himetsuru’s lips. Although small, full of compassion for the young sword. He found his way to the tantou, carefully lifting the burden of the plates from his hands and softly patting his head.

“Afternoon, dear Mouri. You have worked hard. Go play and I will take care of the rest, alright?” A tedious job that was setting the table for the large citadel but a job he will do himself for the sake of Mouri to enjoy the last remaining sun with his brothers. Plus, it would give him quiet time to go over why the saniwa decided to not show their face to him today. It was unusual. 

Mouri’s brows knitted together in worry at such a big task, clearly not wanting to leave Himetsuru to take on such a task by himself. A simple tilt of his head to the door and a look of ‘I will not take no as an answer’ was all that was needed. He was not going to take Himetsuru's kind offer for granted and argue, ruining the peaceful atmosphere within the hall. His footsteps padded against the mat under his feet as he made his way to the door, only to stop when Himetsuru called out to him as he opened it to escape into the hall. Mouri’s head turned to gaze at him, a confused and concerned expression clear on his face. Did he decide he wanted Mouri’s help after all? 

“Have you seen Aruji today? Are they unwell?” Himetsuru asked, a bit quiet from his normal voice and his eyes not connecting to the tantou’s as they usually did. The question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. If they didn’t show up to their expected meeting time then it could very well be that they are feeling under the weather. In that case, Himetsuru can not be mad or assume absurd conclusions from them missing. 

“Oh! Yes, I have. They are doing well! I brought tea to them as they did paperwork.” Mouri exclaimed cheerfully as Himetsuru sullenly nodded his head, dismissing them. His grip on the plates tight as he got to work to release them from his grasp.

‘So they are well and missed coming to converse with me because of paperwork? Have they fallen behind on their work? That does not sound like them at all. They always made time for the swords in the citadel and did their work in a timely manner, though sometimes having to go late in the night before they put it off too long. So… That means they are avoiding me?’ Himetsuru dropped a plate at a low height onto the table with a CLASH. The thought echoed through his body and caused him to drop a fragile plate. Luckily, it didn’t break but it did cause a few to rush in to check to make sure everyone was okay. A quick apology was all that was needed to cause the small crowd to disperse from the room. Nothing was broken so it was of no big importance to stay. Except for one thing.

‘I’m jumping to conclusions. They are busy, Himetsuru. Stop being so full of yourself. They will surely apologize after dinner like they always do for not being able to interact with me during the day. Like always I will playfully tease them that I didn’t even notice and be about my evening with telling them to make it up to me by walking with me to my room. Silly Himetsuru, you are letting your pride get to your head and seeing aruji in a negative light like a fool.’ He chided himself in his head as he finally finished setting the table, and the food began to be brought in for the whole citadel to eat together like usual. Normally, he would be seated and the saniwa would claim a seat next to him to talk over their meal.

That didn’t happen this time. Himetsuru took the seat he always did and awaited as the ocean of swords came into the hall, chatter and laughter filling the room as the seats were taken. Saniwa was not on his side. Instead they were at the total opposite side of the table at the head. It made sense, they were an all powerful sage that belonged at the highest positioned seat at the table.

So why did the simple act of sitting elsewhere fill his heart with some much loneliness?

The chatter of the whole citadel blends into nonsense conversation in Himetsuru’s ears. His hands move silently as he eats, no conversation to be had during dinner for once. If anyone notices his more sullen attitude, they fail to mention it directly to the host. Instead Himetsuru’s icy eyes linger on the food he is consuming. The food, for once, failing to have taste to the poor crane. His eyes, ever so slowly, linger to the saniwa at the head of the table. Their eyes are bright and their smiles blissful. Such gifts would be seated next to him and directed at him, but not today. His heart aches with each beat as they watch for too long and their eyes connect with the target of the entertainment. Saniwa realizes he is watching but no smile is directed his way. Instead, a hurried turn of their head and look away from him. 

He never knew you could stab someone without a sword. Well, that confirms they have been avoiding him on purpose. Not even daring to meet their eyes for a second longer and wishing to escape the single shared moment in time. He painfully pulled his eyes away from the person he used to spend his day to day with. A single final swallow of whatever food was left in his mouth, he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what it was since it lacked any taste to him, and he lifted off his seat to leave. From his knowledge, no eyes followed his retreat. Why would they? This was not unusual for him to go back to his room so early to sleep. Typical Himetsuru. Yet, if they did, they would see a storm in his eyes. One that could tell so much: Hurt, Regret, Longing…

He was the villain of this story. He pushed them away and selfishly wanted them back. Would they come back? Would he have to cast his pride aside and beg? Could he even do that when he was so prideful? Perhaps this is the start of the day where he loses the person he didn’t know he needed most in his life. 

The walk back to his room was less of a person making their leisurely stroll to end the night and more of a lost phantom searching for the meaning of their journey. A heavy sigh shook their body as the door closed behind in his room. Their shoulders weak and his body slowly slumping into a fetal position to fall asleep in. His heavy eyes closed as his heart ache, hoping for sleep to ease the pain for the person he drove away. 

….

A figure sits in front of a mirror, their hair clean from a recent wash and still damp, with faint makeup on their complexion to enhance the features that already make them eye-catching. There sits the Saniwa of the citadel in a white robe. The lights around the mirror are almost blinding as the details of the background are blurred in their vision, too focused on their reflection. They can’t remember how they ended up seated in what they could only guess is a dressing room. Perhaps it doesn’t matter because the only thought is how stunning they currently learn. So absorbed that they only realize they are not alone when a fluffy, warm white towel falls upon their head and gently rubs out the excess water from their hair. 

Their hair is now dry and the towel is pulled away to reveal the princess sword himself, Himetsuru. He looks like he always does in the citadel, it seems like only they are dressed up for whatever is about to happen. Himetsuru doesn’t catch their eye in the mirror, focusing so closely on the top of their head. They don’t even notice that he has a brush in his hand as he smooths the clean locks and starts to style it to the dream look. A style they always dreamed of being able to wear in reality.

Dream.

“Himetsuru,” Their voice rings out in the silence. Surprising even themselves that they are capable of talking. “Did you enter my dream?”

A teasing smile creases his features as his eyes finally look up and meet theirs. Only for their gentle hands to go back to the task in hand. Although he is normally a sword that refuses to touch anyone, it seems as if he is in his element at this moment. Focusing purely on the subject before them to fulfill their desired look. The smile on his face fades every so slightly to take on a more soft and compassionate expression. 

“Sometimes I hate your mind for being so quick-witted. Can’t even have my own fun.” A playful pout that holds no merit within it. As he finishes with their hair, his hand softly grasps their’s and leads them away from the mirror. 

It is only then that the scene before them materializes. Sure enough, it is a dressing room. A rather empty dressing room, but it would do the job in reality. Inside is a rack full of an assortment of outfits of all different colors and a two seater couch. Himetsuru wastes no time to start going through the clothes. Everytime pulling out an outfit with a judgemental look, only to decide it does not fit his image and throw it over his shoulder to move onto the next. Somehow they always disappear before hitting the floor behind him. Some outfits he holds up to the saniwa, only to decide it’s not what he is looking for and drop it right then and there. Never being satisfied. Perhaps he will never be satisfied with the options given to him. Or maybe, he is trying to keep his hands busy as he gathers courage to speak again.

 

“I was too nervous to speak to you in person so I chose dream you. I’m not even sure you will remember this when you wake up but that is my own punishment for being so weak and childish.” 

They wanted to speak up and refute his words, but the look in his eyes told them best to let him say his peace. The storm in his icebound eyes was one of pain and wishing to say his peace before he lost all courage he had left. They didn’t want to forget his words or his expression when they awoke, so they stayed silent and watched him tediously check the fabric before him, and slowly looked back at their face. 

“You were avoiding me today, yes? I am not here to pick a fight and yell at you. I am childish but I know I have no place to do that here. If you truly wish, you could kick me out of your dreams at any moment.”

They didn’t want to kick them out. They never wanted to kick them out. 

“I am here… To apologize.” A pitiful smile appeared, one that was the last barrier before tears. “I pushed you away constantly because I was overconfident. I thought you would never leave my side and treated you not as well as I should have. I am sorry, aruji. You avoiding me today, even just one day, broke my heart. The ego I enveloped myself in, crumbled. I realized how important it is that you are by my side. I am not here to beg you to come back to my side but to finally be honest with you. The man you see in your everyday life is a weak-willed, prideful child that wishes for someone to chase after his beauty.”

His body lingered over theirs and the weight of the world seemed to crash upon him as his body began to slump, his mouth so close to their ear. 

“Aruji, I am asking an immature favor from you. You needn’t agree to it but we don’t have much time left together in this dream realm.” His face touched theirs ever so slightly, soft like a feather. Their next words came out as a whisper as the scene around them began to disappear. “Please chase after me again. This time I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

And with that the sword, known as Himetsuru Ichimonji, was gone.

 

…..

The sun beats down on the green summer grass. The citadel is silent with sleep. The only sound that resounded through the early morning palace was a single sliding door opening and fast footsteps padding on the wooden flooring. The saniwa raced down to the usual spot where Himetsuru always drank his afternoon tea. They didn’t know why they felt the need to race there so early in the morning when the princess sword would surely be sleeping in on such a day but that dream stayed with them. They needed to be there as soon as he awoke to finally speak back to him on what he said.

As they turned the corner, they were greeted with that very sword, sitting in the sun as it gave his silver hair a golden halo. A tea cup sat in his hands and another one on the tray where Saniwa would normally sit. Heavy breaths were the only signal to their appearance as Himetsuru turned towards it. A friendly smile and a quirk of his eyebrow.

“You are up early, Aruji. Are you feeling up to having some tea with me?”

“I remember. I never hated you… I just didn’t want you to hate me for my constant persistence to be around you.” The second half of their words were strained from the running and the embarrassment of the statement. Himetsuru didn’t seem to mind, hearing them just fine and encouraging them to come sit beside him.

As they took their seat and picked up the cup with some fragrant tea, a soft hand touched their cheek. Their head sprung up to look at the origin of where such a soft touch came from. A sweet, heavenly smile greeted them as they looked at him in awe. 

“I could never hate an adoring fan.”

Saniwa was half ready to kill him and half fighting the soft chuckle that wanted to escape them. Himetsuru was truly a mystery to the whole citadel. Prideful and childish. Kind and funny. A beauty to all. One that saniwa didn’t want to let go and one that Himetsuru wanted to keep pulling them along with. One day, he may feel comfortable letting the darker parts of his mirror heart shine. For now, the princess will have tea with his majesty.