#being awake and alive is suffering hello

[allbeendonebefore]

Howdee

[dakusan]

HOW SKZ ACT WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD

stray kids ot8 x reader | eight boys, one mission: defeat your uterus with snacks and affection

🌙 synopsis: In this emotionally feral docuseries of domestic chaos, witness eight men spiral between panic, pouty affection, and god-tier cuddling skills as they try to soothe your demon womb. Hormones? Fluctuating. Pain? Off the charts. Love? Disgustingly abundant. Because when you're bleeding, these boys are bleeding emotionally.

💌 a/n: hello bleeding babes 💋. this was written under the influence of one (1) rage cramp, two (2) emotional support chocolates, and the ghost of every ex who didn’t bring me a heating pad. every skz boy is ✨feral✨ in love here because you deserve nothing less than devotion when your insides are trying to kill you. take this as a reminder: you don’t have to be cute while suffering. you can be bloated, bitter, in socks that don’t match and still be the main character of someone’s romantic fever dream. p.s. reblogs = strawberry chocolate covered kisses p.p.s. take a nap. eat something. drink water. i will literally cry if you don’t

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider

🎧 » Dimple — BTS « 0:58 ─〇───── 3:16 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Bang Chan // 방찬 domestic softness | clingy cuddles | emergency snack mission | intuitive caretaker

It starts around 2AM, when your cramps get so bad they actually wake you up.

You curl up tighter, hoping they’ll pass, but the wave hits harder this time—twisting, aching, blooming low in your stomach like something cruel. You let out a small whimper before you can stop it.

A pause. Then: Chan stirs beside you.

"Hey," his voice raspy, half-asleep, already worried. "Was that you?"

You nod into the pillow. “Mmhm. Cramps.”

He’s fully awake in seconds. No panic, no noise—just that quiet, laser-focused way he moves when it’s something important. You barely get a breath in before he’s rolling over, warm hand already on your waist.

“Babe,” he murmurs, soft and serious, “where’s your heating pad?”

You blink at him. “Living room. Under the couch. I think.”

“Okay. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He slips out of bed shirtless, in his boxers, feet padding across the cold floor like a man on a mission. You hear him fumbling in the dark, then the microwave, then some mild swearing when he stubs his toe on the table, and then—

He’s back. Holding a warm rice sock. And a small pack of chocolate-covered almonds. And a bottle of water.

You blink up at him, dazed. “...You brought snacks?”

Chan gives you the softest little smile, one hand brushing your hair off your face. “You always crave something sweet when it starts. I remember.”

He gently tucks the heating pad against your lower belly, adjusting it until you sigh in relief. He doesn’t crawl back under the covers right away—just watches your face with that puppy-eyed tenderness he saves for rare, quiet moments. Then—

“Can I hold you?”

You nod, and he pulls you into him slowly, like he’s scared to hurt you. One arm around your waist, the other beneath your neck, anchoring you against his chest.

You can feel his heartbeat.

He kisses your hair. “I hate that you’re in pain.”

“You’re making it better.”

“Good,” he whispers, breath warm against your ear. “That’s my whole job, you know.”

You smile tiredly into his chest. “I thought your job was being the leader of Stray Kids.”

Chan chuckles. “Nah. That’s just a side hustle. My real job is being yours.”

You groan and smack his chest, but it’s lazy, affectionate. He catches your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. And then, quietly: “If it gets worse, or you need anything else—wake me up. Even if it’s just to cuddle, yeah?”

You hum sleepily. “You’re already doing perfect, Chris.”

Lee Know // 리노 soft grump mode activated | petty grocery store rampage | cat therapy squad | the quietest, most extra caregiver alive

You try to hide it at first. It’s not a big deal. Just some cramps. You’ve had worse. So when Minho walks in and sees you curled up on the couch, a pillow hugged to your stomach, blanket barely covering your legs, expression just slightly off—he narrows his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

You wave him off. “It’s nothing. Just tired.”

Minho stares for another solid beat. Then, in the driest, most unimpressed tone imaginable: “Lie again and I’m feeding your emergency strawberry Pocky stash to Soonie.”

You squint. “...I’m on my period.”

A pause.

“Did you take meds yet?” “No.” “Heating pad?” “No.” “Water?” “...No.” Minho exhales. “Jesus Christ, babe.”

You blink at him, kind of amused. “Why do you look personally offended?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend, not a background actor. You’re not supposed to suffer in silence when I exist.” Before you can respond, he turns on his heel and disappears into the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later, he’s back—with a full survival kit.

– Painkillers – A hot water bottle – Three kinds of snacks – Tea – A protein bar – A suspiciously aggressive amount of napkins

You stare at the spread. “Why do you look mad?”

“I’m not mad.” He sets everything down like he’s preparing a shrine. “I’m annoyed that you thought I wouldn’t want to do this for you.”

You open your mouth. Close it. Then: “…You’re so dramatic.”

“Correct,” he says, plopping down beside you. “But I’m also right. Now drink your tea.”

He doesn’t offer cuddles—not immediately. Minho’s love language is closeness, but it’s always on your terms. He lets you shuffle over to him first, curl into his side, blanket dragged over both of you.

A few minutes later, Dori hops up and makes himself at home on your lap. Then Doongie curls by your feet. Then Soonie pads over with the slow, quiet grace of a prince and lays directly on your stomach.

“…Ow,” you mutter.

Minho shrugs. “Cat therapy. He’s trying.”

You glance up. “You trained them to do this, didn’t you?”

He doesn’t answer (That’s a yes.). Eventually, when your eyelids start fluttering, he shifts beneath you, tucking your head against his shoulder, his voice low: “You get a pass today. From everything. I’ll handle food and chores. You just rest, okay?”

“Mmh.”

He kisses your temple. Doesn’t say I love you, but—“Try not to bleed on the couch. It was expensive.”

You snort. He grins.

Changbin // 창빈 gym bro but make it nurturing | snack-stocking menace | constant verbal reassurance | bear hug therapy

You don’t even say anything. Just shuffle into the kitchen with a pout and that one specific oversized hoodie you always wear when you’re crampy. Changbin looks up from where he’s meal-prepping chicken breast and protein muffins.

“…Oh no,” he says, immediately dropping the spatula like it offended him. “Is it…?”

You nod solemnly.

He gasps softly like it’s tragic news. “Not the cursed week…”

You give him a weak grin. “Yeah. It’s started.”

“Oh baby…” He sweeps across the kitchen in three steps and engulfs you in a warm, solid hug that smells like soap and cinnamon protein powder. He sways you gently side to side. “My poor little womb warrior.”

You muffle a laugh into his chest. “Did you just call me a womb warrior?”

“Yes. Because you’re strong. And scary. And currently bleeding from the inside.”

He lets go just long enough to grab your hand and lead you to the couch. “Sit. No, wait. Lay down. Actually, gimme a second—let me make you the Nest.”

The Nest, as he calls it, is a masterpiece of plush blankets, body pillows, and one of his giant hoodies stuffed like a plushie. You flop down into it like a marshmallow landing in hot cocoa.

He comes back in five minutes with: – A hot water bottle in a cute cover – Your comfort drink (the overpriced iced juice he always says is a scam but secretly buys for you anyway) – A bowl of hot rice with kimchi and a fried egg – A pack of sour gummies – His hand on your forehead like he’s checking for a fever

“You good?” he asks, brows furrowed in that classic Changbin worried but trying to stay cool way.

You nod. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Damn right I am. You’re my girl, and my girl doesn’t suffer alone.” Then, serious voice: “Tell me the pain scale. 1 to ‘rip my uterus out.’”

“Uhh... seven.”

He kisses your temple. “We’re going to war.”

You laugh, and he smirks like it was his life mission to make you do that.

Later, when you’re drowsy and curled into his side, he runs his fingers gently through your hair and whispers: “Next month, I’m buying you a little heating pad you can wear. One of those fancy ones. You deserve a luxury uterus experience.”

You glance up, barely holding in your giggle. “That’s not how it works.”

“I don’t care,” he says, dramatically pressing a hand over your stomach. “We’ll rebrand menstruation into an elite spa process.”

You snort.

And just before you drift off, you hear him mutter: "You're still the prettiest person alive, by the way. Even when you’re grumpy. Especially when you're grumpy."

Hyunjin // 현진 sensitive prince mode | soft-reading-voice therapy | bath prep connoisseur | cries because you cried

You don’t say much that morning. Just shuffle around the apartment with a sluggish pace, wrapped in one of Hyunjin’s big sweaters and hugging a warm water bottle like it’s your emotional support pet. Hyunjin notices instantly. You haven’t even finished your first sigh before he’s halfway across the room, one hand gently brushing your cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

You hesitate, then mumble, “First day… cramps.”

His face crumples like you told him you’d just been hit by a truck. “Oh no. Oh, angel—come here.”

You’re pulled into his arms in seconds. He tucks your head under his chin, rocking you slowly like he’s trying to lull the pain out of you. Then he kisses the top of your head and says with complete, poetic Hyunjin™ sincerity: “If I could trade places with your uterus right now, I would. I’d fight it. With a sword.”

You choke on a laugh. “That’s not how uteruses work.”

“Don’t care. I’d challenge it to a duel.”

You try to tell him you’ll be fine, but he’s already deep into period care prince mode. The next thirty minutes are a flurry of whispered comforts and gentle commands:

“Lay down, my love. I’ll get your fuzzy socks.” “You’re not allowed to move unless it’s to kiss me or pee.” “I made your favourite tea with honey and a cinnamon stick because you’re precious.” “Do you want me to read to you? Or just hold you?”

Eventually, you find yourself nestled between his thighs, back to his chest, as he reads aloud from your favourite book in that soft, lilting voice of his. His fingers stroke your arm as he reads, each word slow and sweet like honey dripping into your brain.

When he feels you tense from another wave of cramps, he stops reading immediately. “Hey—breathe. You want me to rub your tummy?”

You nod weakly. He shifts, placing a warm hand gently over your lower belly, thumb stroking small circles through the fabric of your hoodie.

Then he goes quiet.

You glance back at him. Hyunjin has tears in his eyes. “…Are you crying?”

“I’m just—” he sniffs, “—you looked like you were in pain. And I love you. And your uterus is being evil. And I feel useless.”

You burst out laughing. It hurts, but you can’t help it. You twist around to cup his face, pressing a kiss to his damp cheek. “You’re not useless. You’re literally being perfect.”

He smiles through it, sheepish and pink and glowing.

Later that night, he draws you a warm bath, lights candles (unscented, because strong smells make your nausea worse), and plays your favourite soft playlist. He even ties his hair up in a bun to match yours. You sit between his legs, soaking and sighing.

“You’re everything,” you murmur.

Hyunjin kisses your shoulder. “No. You are. I’m just your backup dancer.”

Han // 한 snack gremlin turned snack provider | panic researcher | dramatic empathy overload | “i gotchu baby” energy

You shoot him a warning text before he comes over.

"just a heads up: cramps. mood: possessed."

Jisung shows up thirty minutes later with:

a bag of snacks too big to be legal,

a heating pad still in the box (he bought a new one just in case),

your favourite hoodie,

and the most anxious but determined look on his face.

“Babe. I Googled things. I am ready.”

You’re half-laying, half-flopped on the couch, blanket over your head like a sad ghost. You peek out. “Google, huh?”

He nods furiously, plopping down next to you with his phone. “Listen. Did you know dark chocolate, bananas, and omega-3s can help? Also—massage, but not too hard or your uterus gets pissed.”

You blink at him. “How long were you researching?”

“Since your text. And also last month. I made a doc.”

“…You made a period doc?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You snort, already feeling better, but your stomach twists again and you wince. Jisung’s face falls like you just told him his puppy died. “Oh no no no. Come here.” He gently pulls you into his lap, wrapping you in the hoodie like a burrito. “C’mere, my angry little cinnamon bun. You wanna scream into my chest? I can take it.”

You do, in fact, scream into his chest. It helps.

He rubs slow circles into your lower back with one hand, the other holding a juice box to your mouth like a doting nursemaid. Occasionally he whispers things like:

“You’re so strong.” “I would absolutely fight your uterus in a 7/11 snack isle.” “I bet if we played sad songs, your cramps would get scared and leave.”

You’re half-laughing, half-dying, and he’s leaning into both roles like a professional clown slash life coach. Then, when you least expect it, he looks down at you—all softness and sincerity: “I know I can’t feel what you’re feeling, but… I hate seeing you hurt. I’d switch with you if I could.”

You melt. Fully. Into him. And he holds you like you’re made of glass and gold at the same time. Eventually, you fall asleep in his arms while he plays soft lo-fi beats from his phone and feeds you Pocky like a spoiled hamster.

And from the way he holds you all night, you just know—next month, he’s showing up again with a full annotated PDF and a playlist called “Period Pains Ain’t Shit (ft. me and snacks).”

Felix // 필릭스 literal cupcake with a god complex | affirmation factory | creates a healing shrine out of your bed | draws you a glitter bath

Felix notices before you even say a word. You shuffle out of the bedroom with a scrunched-up face and a bloated waddle, and he pauses mid-toast, blinking in slow realization.

“…it’s that time, isn’t it?”

You nod dramatically and collapse into the kitchen chair like a fallen soldier. “She has risen from the depths. My uterus is currently staging a revolution.”

Felix gasps like you’ve been personally attacked. “Not the inner apocalypse!!” he gasps, running to your side. “I knew I felt a disturbance in the force!” You start laughing and groaning at the same time while he holds your face like he’s cradling a wounded fairy. Then—

“Go lie down,” he says gently. “I’m turning our bedroom into a cloud.”

And he does. Twenty minutes later, you return to find:

— Your weighted blanket fluffed on top of fresh sheets — Two body pillows on either side like a pain-relief sandwich — A tray of tea, lemon water, and chocolate-covered strawberries — Mood lighting from the fairy lights he set to warm orange — And a soft playlist titled “you deserve the world (and also naps)”

You blink. “Felix what the hell—”

He beams. “Cloud.”

You stare. “You made me a healing shrine.”

“You deserve a healing shrine,” he says, dead serious, crawling onto the bed and patting his chest. “Now get in here. I’m gonna spoon the sadness out of you.”

You curl into him, head pressed to his cinnamon-sugar heartbeat.

But then you start to tear up and Felix notices immediately and pulls you closer, fingers stroking your back with a gentleness that makes your throat ache. "Hey hey hey, shhh—no tears, baby. You already bled enough today," he jokes softly, then immediately kisses your forehead like he’s apologizing to your soul.

Later, he insists on running you a bath—with lavender bubbles, flower petals (that he definitely plucked from your neighbour's garden), and gentle music. He even lights a tiny candle and sets it on the sink like it’s a spell. And when you emerge, cosy and flushed, he wraps you in a towel burrito and murmurs: “Next time, I'm writing a passive-aggressive letter to your ovaries.”

“…You know they don’t read fanmail, right?”

He smirks. “Then I’ll write hate mail.”

You fall asleep giggling, cradled in his arms, full of chocolate and comfort and sunshine-boy magic.

Seungmin // 승민 sarcasm-flavoured care | savage but intuitive | cuddles like a weighted puppy | makes you laugh until it hurts less

It’s early afternoon. You’ve said nothing all day except for a grumbled “ow” while dramatically faceplanting into the couch. Seungmin, across the room eating cereal like it’s a military mission, just raises one eyebrow.

“…Again?”

You groan into the cushions. “Yes. Tell your ancestors to take it up with my uterus.”

He shrugs. “You should unionize your organs. Demand better working conditions.”

You crack a weak smile, and that’s all he needs—he gets up, puts down the cereal, and returns with his usual "pain protocol" like it’s just another Tuesday.

He doesn’t announce anything. No big gestures. Just quietly hands you: – A heat patch from the cupboard – A bottle of water already uncapped – A protein bar you always forget you need – And your favourite oversized hoodie that he always pretends not to like when you steal it

He says nothing. Just watches until you take it.

“…Thanks, Minnie.”

He finally sighs, dramatically plopping down next to you. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t serve and protect you from your own reproductive system?”

You pause. “A bad one.”

“Exactly.”

You shift closer. He adjusts the blanket over your shoulders with one hand and opens his phone with the other. A few seconds later, he’s playing one of your comfort shows—he remembered which episode you stopped on.

And then?

He lets you rest your head on his thigh while he lazily pets your hair like a spoiled cat. Occasionally, he comments on the show like nothing’s wrong.

“Wow, imagine being this emotionally unstable. Couldn’t be me.”

“You cried at a ramen commercial last week,” you mutter.

“Shh. You’re the one with pain hormones. I win.”

But then—quietly—he leans down and says: “Let me know if you need anything, okay? Anything. I don’t care. I’ll go to the store and buy you twelve types of pads and an emotional support donut if that’s what it takes.”

You look up at him, touched. “You’re actually sweet sometimes.”

He scoffs. “No I’m not.”

You smirk. “You are.”

“Lies.”

But later, when you wake up from a nap in his lap, you find your phone sitting next to you with a new lockscreen: A doodle of your uterus getting karate-kicked by a stick figure with puppy ears labelled “me.”

I.n // 아이엔 panicked rookie boyfriend vibes | clumsy cuddle pro | “i googled it” energy | buys everything he sees in the pharmacy aisle

It’s only been a few months since you started dating, so when your period hits full force mid-date night—Jeongin panics. You’re curled up in bed, hands on your stomach, face tight with pain. He’s sitting next to you looking so painfully concerned it’s almost cute.

“Are you dying? Is this a dying thing? Should I call someone?”

You squint up at him. “It’s just cramps, Innie.”

“…Are you sure?” he whispers, already holding his phone with the Emergency icon half-tapped.

You grab his sleeve and tug him down into a hug. “I’m sure.”

He melts immediately. “Okay. Okay. I got you.”

Then: cue Jeongin’s Period Preparedness Panic Arc™. He disappears for forty-five minutes. You think he went to buy a snack or something.

No.

He returns with: – 3 different heating pads (“I didn’t know which one to get so I bought all of them.”) – A literal mountain of snacks (chocolate, gummies, ice cream, crackers, a random matcha cookie that looked ‘healing’) – A floral-scented candle that he regrets instantly (“It’s kinda… strong. We can throw it away.”) – And the softest stuffed alpaca you've ever seen (“She’s for emotional support. Her name is Princess Womb Slayer.”)

You blink. “Jeongin—”

“I panicked, okay?! You were hurting and I didn’t know what to do and the pharmacy lady told me ginger helps so I bought ginger tea and also ginger candy and gingerbread even though I hate gingerbread—”

You laugh. Hard. Which makes your stomach cramp more. You curl into a little ball again and he instantly shuts up, looking terrified.

“I—did I make it worse? Should I go back and get—”

“Innie,” you wheeze. “Come here.”

He carefully crawls into bed, cuddling you gently, like he’s afraid he’ll break you. Then, after a beat: “…You wanna watch penguin videos?”

You blink. “Penguins?”

“They’re cute. They waddle. You always say that makes you feel better.”

You grin and nod, and two minutes later, he’s got a compilation playing of baby penguins slipping on ice while you snuggle into his chest.

[kayleeeknee]

Hello sweetheart 💕 loved your James fic 😍 if since you mentioned in the story that the child looks like James could you pls write like a prequel based on the meme 9 months in my womb but you still look like your stupid father. Hope you don't mind 🌸

All that hard work..for this!?

A/N: uhh I did allot of side quests 🥀💔 I'm back (I'm so sorry for that long delay)💓

A/N: fluff, established relationship, children

James Lee (DG) x F reader

You're alive no wait you're awake....

After being in labour for almost a day you're done and just slept through after. You're very tired right now but one look at the sleeping baby on your husband's chest was worth it. James sees that you already woken up from your sleep and you were staring at him teary eyed.

"James..."

"Yes? are you ok?...."

"I'm alright is my baby ok?...."

"Yeah..."

"Can I see her....?"

He nods and carefully gives the baby to you, then something caught your attention your baby already has hair though short. Yes it's normal but rare, then you get nastolgic at the red color of her hair.

As you further look at her features you find that your genes did not fight at all. It was like someone just copy and pasted the two. Your not that mad but the fact that you have to push this baby out of you was fueling a bit of anger.

And you know James is a big man he's tall so all that genes in your baby that was inside your much smaller body made you struggle a lot. After sighing in defeat you look at the two back and forth.

"(Your name) What are you doing?..."

"9 months in my womb making me suffer and you look like your stupid father..."

James just laughed and patted your head

"It's not funny stop laughing, My effort is gone"

"Don't cry now at least she's healthy, she might get your bratty attitude anyway"

"Bratty?...I am not"

"Say that all you want"

Before you could throw insults he pecked your forehead a rare gesture you get. Your left speechless not until he speaks again.

"Finally calmed down?.."

"Yeah I guess so..."

He stares at you for a moment and you see his eyes softened a bit. (A little hc he was the one who named the baby)

It's short ik so I js drew 2 fluffs here let me feed y'all and to the person who requested this I LOVE YOUR FICS 🗣️🚬🚬🔥🔥: (look at the last drawing I'm so proud of it lmao)

I'm bad at drawing (thank you to that one jichang fic for inspo btw)

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Hello, I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask if I can make one hehe, you don't have to do it or anything like that, but I'll leave the idea here anyway hahaha.

I would like to request a teen! Satoru Gojo x fem! reader and kid!Megumi (or gender neutral) Where Satoru Gojo and reader have known each other since they were little and they are both powerful, therefore when it is time to go on the mission to protect Riko Amanai she is also sent along with Satoru and Suguru,She also suffers because of Toji Zenin and basically everyone is traumatized (here we stick to the canon, doing the daily angst that our dearest Gege gives us..:) ) And basically after the events, reader and Gojo go to Megumi to make Touji's last words come true,I'd like to see a little bit of domestic fluff and a little bit of angst hehe...Reader seeing Toji in Megumi but at the same time wanting to stop because she knows they are completely different people. Happy ending :D

A/n: Thank you for this wonderful request, I'm pretty sure this is the first request regarding JJK in general so yippeeee! Enjoy!

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN (TEEN!GN!Reader x TEEN!Gojo) [ft. KID!Megumi]

"Stay here with Misato, just in case that man manages to make it down here."

You simply nod, looking away. Something felt wrong, you could feel it in your gut. You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder and you look up at him.

"Satoru's got this, he's the strongest there is. You probably won't even be needed."

You turn to Riko, the sadness building up inside of you. She looked like she was about to cry as well. You had so much fun with her, you'd miss her so much. She rushes into you for a hug, and you hug back tightly, your eyes welling with tears.

"I'm going to miss you." She buries her head in your shoulder. "I'll miss you too, bug."

You let go of her and watch as she walks forward with Suguru, leading her to the end of her life.

You and Misato finally hear the elevator coming down. Satoru made quick work of that guy; it really didn't take that long either.

"That must be him, right?" Misato looks at you, happily.

You start to smile as you felt the elevator growing nearby. Soon it fades, you detect no cursed energy from the lift at all. You start to activate your technique and Misato gets prepared to fight.

The elevator doors open then everything goes black.

"Y/n... Y/n!"

Your eyes slowly open as you wake up with a bad headache. You blink a couple of times and finally adjust to the bright light. Shoko stares at you in relief, smiling softly at you.

"W-What happened?" You suddenly remember the elevator and-

You sit up quickly, groaning in pain and being calmed by Shoko.

"Easy. Easy!" She touches her hand to your back softly, rubbing up and down.

"Is Satoru okay?!" She nods.

The door to the clinic opens to reveal Suguru, a solemn expression on his face.

"Suguru, what's wrong?"

"I gave Riko a choice of continuing to live or to die. She chose to live her life."

You smile, happy he gave her a decision.

"She's...um..."

You laugh softly, smile slowly fading. She couldn't have...

"She's alive and back at home with Misato...right?"

He stays silent, looking at the shiny floor of the clinic.

A sobbing scream was heard from inside the clinic as Gojo listened silently near the door.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You shoot awake from your bed, looking over at your boyfriend who is still sound asleep. Your hand unconsciously rubs the spot where Toji Zenin's bullet almost killed you. You let out a sigh and escape from the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

"You're fine." You open the fridge, the glow illuminating your face with the most perfect uncomfortable amount.

You lean your head against the fridge door and take a deep breath before grabbing a water bottle. You couldn't help but rest your head against one of the counters and sob. You hated how your traumatic experiences will always come back to haunt you. You wipe your eyes, take another deep breath and take a sip of your water.

Your ears pick up a light pitter-patter sound approaching slowly. You turn towards the noise, observing Megumi with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, stopped in the middle of the dark hallway.

"Hey Megumi, you shouldn't be up. What's up?" You crouch down in front of the counter as he continues his silent approach.

"I heard you crying and I couldn't sleep." The kid looked so much like him, he scared you sometimes.

"It's nothing to worry about." His eyes are so similar to his father's.

"I think it is if you're crying. Did you have a nightmare?" Everything is similar to Toji.

"So-Something like that. I'm almost an adult, it's nothing."

Megumi just stares at you blankly for a moment before wrapping his blanket-winged arms around your neck.

"Everyone's afraid of something." He leans in closer to your ear, whispering. "It's okay to admit it, I'm afraid too."

You smile and hug him tight, rocking him back and forth on the kitchen floor. He made you feel better, way better than before. He's just a kid, Y/n. He's not his dad.

"Let's rest together, yeah? It might be easier to sleep that way." He nods, tiredly.

You scoop him up and walk over to the couch. You lay on the couch with him cuddled up into your neck, softly breathing. Megumi fell asleep quickly. You brush your fingers through his hair, watching him fall into a deeper sleep. Soon, you follow him into a better dream than before.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Satoru wakes from his sleep and walks into the living room, knowing you got up in the middle of the night. He spots Megumi cuddling with you in his sleep and you hold him tightly.

'Cute...'

He touches the small scar on the side of your head and then kisses it, bending down slowly. You're more comfortable with Megumi and he hopes you'll get closer to him from here on out.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

Masterlist —> link

[sirenmoth]

Unrequited

Any COD Man insert x GN!reader

CW: ANGST, hurt/no comfort, mentions of cheating, emotionally unavailable relantionships, military men like to move fast, and yes that is a red flag

It was hard, you knew it would be when you first accepted to date him after only seeing each other for a few weeks, you agreed to let yourself be his. You agreed to long months, sometimes a whole year or more, alone, to the nights tossing and turning, sleepless, in a bed that felt too big. To the tossing and turning from him, sleepless, when the horrors of the battlefield followed him home, of war and what he witnessed out there, tormenting his every unconscious thought. Getting used to the calm and peacful life, a domestic life, away from the bloodshed and death, the pain and the stress, was difficult and you never clamied to understand his stuggles, his pain.

You were complacent, understandably so, hoping to be his rock for when he retured, hoping he could relay on you the same way you relay on him. You knew what he did for work, what he begrudgingly told you at least, he told you of the enemies he's made who would any and everything in their power to hurt him, even if it meant using you to get it. So you stayed quite, never asked for anything extreme, never complained about him missing a date or judged when he forgot your birthday. He never talked to you about how he was feeling, his life, what little he mentioned of his job was vague and short, asking how a misson went got you even vaguer and shorter answers, so you never pushed.

You tried, oh how you tried, for so long you tried to save this inevitably sinking ship, but as the weeks turned to months, months turned to years. You couldn't take it, not anymore, you felt used, unloved, unappreciated.

Were you only here to keep his bed warm when he got home?

Did he have someone else for that? Military men are known for being cheaters, visiting bars and brothels, local clubs and barracks bunnies while having loved ones at home begging for a nice date out or just to spend some time with them. You've read the stories and heard the tales, a lonely lover at home while their other half gives everything up for a few moments of pleasure while away in a differnet country halfway around the world, how it tears families apart.

You didn't want to be another victim in the sea of statistics.

Was he cheating? You never saw him as the type. Yes, you had to beg sometimes to spend time with him or ask him several times to take you out on a nice date, but he never seemed the cheating type. That was until you began to notice the small things, his late night arrivals home from the bars, the scent of cheap body mist, the constant outings with co-workers and friends he would use as excuses for missing the plans you made for each other.

You met them once, his friends, they didn't pay you much mind, a small hello before ignoring you, so you sat at the far end of the booth of some random pub, watching as your man was practically eye-fucking some random bar patron.

You brought up the idea of having a child once, or a pet, something to fill the empty silence, make things feel less lonely, he got mad at you for it, shouting that you were being desperate, needy, deemanding after everything he does for you. You argued back that he hasn't done a single, damn, thing for you, that he's never here, he missed your friends wedding, your new job promotion, your mothers funeral, he's missed so much it was like living with a stranger.

But bringing a child into this life wouldn't fix anything, fix yours or his mistakes, you didn't want that for them. Bringing a child into a broken home wouldn't fix it, a child staying up late at night, wide awake, questioning 'when's daddy coming home?', questioning if he's even coming home alive. You didn't want them to suffer for the chocies you made, for the man for chose to love.

The stress of this life, the constant moving and them having to be the new kid every few years, never living in a permentant home, never having permentant friends, getting asked if their daddy was coming to a school event or their birthday, knowing full well he wasn't, getting asked if they even have a dad, would forver traumaties them, forever scar them.

That was it for you, the last straw.

Tired, that's all you could feel was tired. Tired of asking to be taken out on a small, simple date, one where he was actually attending, asking if he thought you looked nice, asking to be loved.

Tired of him asking you things he should know, when are you getting that job promotion, when's your friend getting married, when's your mother visiting.

You waited until he was sent away to leave, you packed up your things, was there anything of his even here? He spent so much time away or at the barracks on base or in his office, you had gotten used to the cold, empty feeling the house brought, the house you hoped the two of you would call home. Room by room, you packed, taking everything that was yours, leaving nothing behind to remember you by.

Would he even notice you're gone?

You left a few detailed letters, placing it in a location you know where he would see it. The letters detailed everything, your thoughts, your feelings, your concerns and worries, how and were everything went wrong, on your part and on his, how you left like second place to his job and his potentially other partners and lovers. How you tried so hard to make it work, how your tried to be patient hoping he would come around and open up, how you cried on those nights alone in the bed you both once shared, alone in a bed that didn't feel right.

Explained how he didn't do right by you, nor you to him. Explained that you hoped over time things would settle and that you wouldn't have to ask for the bare minimum, but it never happened, nothing changed. How you tried to fix the unfixable while he never bothered to try at all, there was no happy ending or bright future for both of you, you have come to accept that now. It was never meant to be between you two, but you hoped he found someone, someone who could give he him want you couldn't, love him like you could never. Someone who gave him everything and was the complete opposite of you.

You'd be long gone by the time he arrived hom from his deployment, with the extra time he'd spend out drinking or on base, you'd be in a new home with a new job position, a brand new life you built for youself, a brand new life to heal.

Maybe it was the wrong time, maybe you both should've met sooner, or later, maybe this all could've been avoided.

Maybe it was never meant to be.

You don't know if he tried calling or texting, tried reaching out to fix thing after it was already long broken beyond repair, you made sure he couldn't find you as best you could, wanting to leave that chapter of you life, that chapter of sorrow, behind. You wanted to move on.

Has he moved on?

Has he already forgotten you? Did he even care or did he just go bury himself deep inside someone else?

You met someone a few months after leaving, a kind man who took you out on dates without you needing to ask, told you look nice, beautiful, gorgeous. A kind man who went to you friend's wedding, your work parties, accompanied you when you visited your mothers grave. He is everything you could ask for and more.

A warm, bright smile spread across your face, so big it hurt. When was the last time you smiled like this? He took you out on a date, a bar to celebrate your new promotion to a higher branch, he told you how proud he is of you. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company like nothing else in the world mattered.

Both of you blissfully unaware of a certain militray man looking you across the bar with his friends, a look in his eyes like his world was burning down around him, as he watched the two of you, like he lost the most valuable and precious thing in the world.

But that was lost when you left him, leaving nothing those letters behind. It was lost when he didn't fight for you, when he didn't treat you right.

It was lost when you said enough was enough. He never tried, he put his work first, put his own selfish desires and needs before yours. He was never there, he was always with on a job or with someone else, he was never there to love you, to cherish you, he was never there when you needed him but you alwasy made sure you were there when he needed you.

And he lost you because of it.

Now he's watching you from across a bar, his friend drunkly chatting but he's not listening, he's watching you get everything you ever wanted, everything he never gave you gettting given to you by a different man. A better man.

A man who he will never be.

[hanafubukki]

Hello I'm here to deliver angst :3

Imagine an alternate universe where Yuu is king Henrik's kid

They've been secretly dating knight of dawn for a while and even fantasized about eloping

When the war starts they get locked away in a tower like a prisoner for their safety, only knight of dawn and Henrik were allowed to enter

When the humans lose the war Henrik accepts defeat and offers his child as a war trophy to the general in exchange for being kept alive in prison

Yuu and knight of dawn are devastated by this but Yuu goes through with it for the sake of making the lives of the people that used to be part of their now conquered kingdom

Time passes by and Lilia is now in a poly relationship with knight and Yuu. Yuu had given birth to silver not too long ago

Yuu was collecting some berries while their husbands were home with silver. Just before they enter their cottage a group of Henrik loyalists attack them

Lilia and Dawn try to get to them but just before they could Yuu gets hit with a spell that transports them to the future

Cue the plot of twisted wonderland

Lilia and Dawn deeply cherish silver as he's the only remaining part of Yuu they have. They tried Searching, interrogating but no matter what they did no one uttered a peep about what spell Yuu was hit with and no amount of tracking spells could find them

Malleus was the first person to recognise Yuu as they were a parent he loved but wasn't allowed to be with publicly due to the senate push back

Hello Anonie 🌷🌺🌸

You know Anonie when I received this ask, I laughed because I was like “I won’t make Malleus and Lilia angst to cope I won’t make angst to cope.”

And then I received this ask as if it’s a sign and just ended up laughing. 😂

OT3 angst it is, except I’m feeling a bit rebellious and I want a happy ending so I’m going to give it to them to the best I can. 😌👏🙏

But also imagine being Henrik’s kid? Silver had a breakdown? Imagine your father being the one to cause so much grief and death? Yikes. 😮‍💨

Your father just gives you up for his own head argh. You can’t do anything because you’re royalty and you don’t want your people to suffer.

You willingly go to the fae side as a royal captive, leaving behind you lover and your people.

You expected to be treated terribly, but you’re not? You still get fae that looks down on you of course. But the fae royal treat you cordially enough. You even get your own guard, a well known one in fact, General Vanrouge.

He’s a surly one and one that makes sure to keep an eye on you for any suspicious actives…but he doesn’t treat you bad.

In fact, he’s rather nice to you in his own way. It’s kind of charming. Similar and yet different than your Knight of Dawn.

Eventually a sort of tie is formed between humans and fae per Levan’s and your cooperation.

And you suddenly find yourself…in a relationship with both Dawn and Lilia. Meleanor finds it hilarious and this is used as a way to ease relations between races. Let’s call it an arranged marriage of sorts 😂

You (royalty), Dawn (well known Knight), and Lilia (the General) would make for a great image of peace, wouldn’t you say?

You’re enjoying life. A beautiful baby, wonderful husbands, and funny in laws and their cute dragon kid.

Everything was fine, until it wasn’t.

You get attacked by loyalists. They asked you to be the figure head of the rebellion group and cut ties with the fae. Of course you didn’t, in the end you got hit with a mysterious spell.

You disappeared right in front of Dawn and Lilia’s eyes. No matter what they did, they couldn’t find you.

And this is where I’m going to twist your scenario Anonie. A plan is made. This is yet to be a world of peace. It will take awhile. So Dawn, Silver, and Malleus is put to sleep. Until peace is brought. So history won’t repeat itself as it did with you.

Lilia is awake, he’s takes the mantle of helping relations between countries with Levan. An ambassador of you will.

The first one to wake is Malleus like in canon.

Then you have Silver.

A couple years after, it’s Dawn.

Years pass, and most of them end up at NRC. Dawn is a sword instructor at RSA but also part of NRC as well. Easier way to spend time with family this way.

Then comes the day of Grim’s mayhem but the difference? Diasomnia was evacuated from the mirror chamber. They had to make sure Malleus and co were protected. They weren’t going to make the same mistakes.

So how do you meet Malleus and the others?

Well of course like in canon, Malleus realizes someone now lives at Ramshackle dorm.

You noticed glowing lights and they look and feel familiar. You run outside and is shocked to see Meleanor…no, it’s not her but Malleus. He’s all grown up.

Malleus recognized you right away. You both have an emotional reunion.

You were reunited with one of your boys again. 🥹💞

Soon after, another emotional reunion takes place with the rest.

———

Extra:

*Some time in the future*

You’re reading a history book for Trein’s class but half of what’s written…didn’t happen that way?

“This didn’t happen.”

Lilia, nonchalantly, “Don’t mind it. We had to change some things on how the war took place and ended.”

You couldn’t be happier, “Good, I hope that asshole of a father of mine died in misery and shame.”

———

[ssadumba55]

Hotch, Morgan and Reid Helping their Female!S/O with Cardiac Arrest

Request: Hello my awesome friend 😊 Happy Holidays! May I please request headcanons for Hotch, Derek, and Spencer reacting to their female S/O suffering from cardiac arrest while out in the field with them?

A/N: I hope this is accurate as possible, I did a little bit of research but I don't know how much of this is accurate

TW: Mentions of Cardiac Arrest, Medical talk

Hotch

The moment you start to feel strange, you bend forward, clutching your chest feeling dizzy and he's at your side. He's worried for a moment that you got shot.

He has training in first aid and knows how to handle this situation obviously

Since you're not unconscious he'll probably pull you with him out of the field and call 911, allowing the others do the takedown without the two of you

And he'll sit with you the entire time to make sure you don't get worse

If you do get worse or start to pass out he will try and keep you awake until the ambulance comes

He will definitely get a little panicked but he won't let that show, he's really good at compartmentalizing his feelings, and he'll do that to put on a brave face for you

When you wake up in the hospital, he will be the first face you see and he'll definitely ban you from takedowns for a while

Derek

He will not immediately understand what's going on, it will probably take a few minutes for it to register but when it does he leaps into action

He catches you as you're stumbling and he's yelling at someone to call 911 because his arms are full of you

But the worse you look the more impatient he'll get and he'll just end up taking you himself, and yes, he does ignore the traffic laws despite being a decorated FBI agent

At least you make it to the ER in record time

He's probably going to be pacing that waiting room until they come to tell him that you're okay

He's the type that once you're feeling better he'll scold you and tell you not scare him like that again, he really thought you were a goner for a second

And he will push your hair out of your face and sigh in relief

Spencer

Reid notices you're out of it before you even really notice it yourself, he notices the way you start to sway and the look on your face as your chest starts to hurt

And he asks you what's wrong. The two of you aren't even on a takedown you're just on your way to interview someone

When he sees you start to wince more in pain, he will insist you sit down somewhere

He will administer CPR if the need arises, he has every first aid book he's ever read

And he'll talk to you the whole time, telling you what he's doing and making sure you're aware of what's going on

He will call the team and get you to official medical help, once he's certain he's done all he can do to keep you afloat

But he steals all your Jell-O in the hospital as compensation for keeping you alive

[toomanyideasandfandoms]

Hello!

I have come to add my subpar ideas to the Death-Seeking Creator (which I will shorten to DSC for my own sanity) AU! Ignore them if you'd like!

Someone else mentioned the adrenaline junkie aspect, but what about other stuff that they've (maybe) evolved into, given their godhood likely having effects on their organic parts?

For example, what if dying is now the only way they can sleep?

I can see Teyvat or maybe even their own biology trying to keep them safe by altering them to need less sleep, as well as making them more alert and heightening their senses.

This, however, has gone a bit too far - they can't sleep anymore due to all the deaths they've suffered, body so keyed into survival mode that they can't physically find it in themselves to rest no matter how hard they try, and drugging them doesn't work anymore after Kaeya's sleep potion escapade.

The longer they're alive, the more and more unstable they become due to the restlessness, leading them to seek their next 'nap' even more desperately.

After like three weeks without a death, they just scream 'I can't take it anymore!' and self-delete with a sharp rock or whatever, only to then pop up somewhere else bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, having just experienced the equivalent of a full night of rest.

Or what if it's that they don't experience hunger instead, after who knows how many poisonings and attempts to eat being interrupted by the sudden appearance of an executioner?

Decadent, exquisite, utterly perfect meals are being laid out at their table once they've been 'accepted', only to touch absolutely none of it since they just can't feel hungry when they've been awake too long.

Yet as soon as they revive, they're practically starving, shoveling whatever slop is around into their face with the mindless urge to sate the bottomless pit in their stomach, half-mad with the returned urge.

This has led to them occasionally just showing up in the middle of the wilds post-mortis and joining a pack of friendly animals in eating a dead thing, much to the horror of the local populace and probably their 'acolytes'.

Bonus points if they offer said horrified onlookers a piece, like, 'want some? You can kill me after if you finish it all :)' just because they viscerally enjoy traumatizing their shitass betrayers.

But that's just my dogwater take. I can't make you do anything with it. Feel free to salvage parts of it and make something infinitely more useful.

Omg you devious devil I absolutely love all of this!!! Gold star for you!

While I haven't really thought about that particular aspect of DSC, I definitely can see some of this happening! Plus you are right to suggest that them being a god would mean they have no use for sleep or eating. Though I would believe that it's mainly their survival instincts, something they choose to ignore or even override once fully submerged into death seeking, that is to blame for this. Once they've been accepted they just refuse to do so because they want it to lead to another death (which wouldn't happen since they lost the need for it once isekaied).

Also that image you described of the creator eating a dead animal with a pack of animals is absolutely amazing. While it doesn't fit DSC too much I absolutely can see that for more of a wild animal creator au, one where they aren't being hunted but because of the fear of potentially being hunted they decided to become one with nature. Eventually ending up evolving into something more beastlike and even losing the ability to talk since it's not needed. Oho imagine the look of awe the characters would have seeing their creator becoming intuned with Teyvat.

[artemisrogers]

Don't Forget Me Roberto Trujillo x Reader

Part 1 fw: mention of self harm, suicide attempt, substance use and trauma

So this is how I was gonna go out?

I already took a whole bottle of pain pills and got my knife set up to slice my wrists open. I was bleeding already from cuts on my shoulders and legs. I hated that I was nothing but a toy to people and couldn't put up with, my pimp Jade sexually abusing me anymore.

I was about to slice my left wrist in its vein when the door opened. I heard a muffled voice as the knife was knocked out of my hand. I was already feeling sick from the pills closing my eyes. I was going to be at peace at last. No more suffering.

😔😔😔

My eyes opened and my body felt heavy like a lead ball. This must be what hell feels like. Although it kinda looks like a hospital room. Wait a damn minute. I squeezed my eyes and opened them again to see I'm alive somehow and in a hospital. I was bandaged up and had an IV in my right arm.

"Your awake thank God. What the hell were you thinking?!"

I knew that voice very well. I turned my head seeing a familiar face and felt anger and guilt. I've known this man since we were in diapers. I didn't tell him about my addiction to alcohol and cocaine. I could tell he was pissed at my attempt at suicide but grateful I'm alive.

"Roberto?"

"Yes it's me, what happened?"

"I gotta come clean don't I?"

"Come clean'? What are you talking about?"

And that's when the doctor came in and spilled the beans. I watched Rob's face go from shock to hurt to betrayal in minutes. I felt ashamed and embarrassed that he found out this way but I was afraid of telling him. I mean yeah he knew about Jade and saved my ass from him a longtime ago. When the doctor left Roberto looked at me.

"Some beans eh?"

"Please I was gonna tell you sooner but I-"

"Save it this hurts me Y/N! I loaned you money, I gave you a place to stay, I saved you from Jade!" Roberto said anger was clear in his voice.

It was extremely rare that he got angry let alone with me. I watched him walk out the door and leave me with my thoughts. I made him so mad at me that he abandoned me. Fuck I needed help. I sat up slowly feeling the pain in my chest, and grabbed my phone to call someone.

"Come on James pick up! Please!"

"Hello?"

"Oh thank God you picked up um I need help." I said my voice cracking.

James has been clean of his addiction for a while now, so if anyone could give me advice it was him. I mean it's 2004 for fucks sake and I'm in a hospital bed pitying myself. I told James everything from my addictions to my issue with Rob, even my attempt. There was a long pause and I knew he was trying to process this.

"Kid I-I don't even know what to say."

"I know I know. I fucked up bad but I need advice or even help."

"Well my best bet for you is to go to rehab and, like seriously get yourself clean of all this shit. It ain't worth it to lose everything for drugs. I know from experience I mean I almost fucked up Metallica and my family with my addiction. And maybe after that, I can let you stay with me but you gotta get clean and stay clean if I let you in." James said.

I knew he felt bad but he was definitely right. I had to get my life together again. Especially if I want to earn Rob's trust back. I love Rob as a friend and I didn't want to be alone anymore. I felt like I was back with Jade again.

"I can feel your fear kid, I know it's scary and it ain't easy but you know you want to get better."

"I feel alone though James. I...I literally fucked up my friendship with Rob or any chance of being something more with him."

"I know I understand. Since when did you like Rob? I'm just curious I ain't judging."

"Two years."

I heard James whistle and felt myself smile at his attempt to make me laugh. He always knew how to make me happy even in the hardest times. I hung up the phone and sighed softly everything running in my head.

[seelestars]

Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking usually the only thing that could calm Blade down when the mara flared up was Kafka's spirit whisper but what if being around the reader was also able to calm Blade down for some reason because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of his harsh training sessions and one night the reader decides enough was enough and started packing their stuff but they left behind their lucky weapon (that's your choice) and Blade found it the next morning.

➴ ✫ * ✧ BLADE EXCEPT HE COMMITS CHILD NEGLECT??

a/n : sorry if this isn’t the best .. i’ve only written angst a handful of times .. i tried my best w this llololo

he felt calm when he was near you, even though few words were exchanged between you two. it was almost as if you could communicate through your gazes at each other. there was a hidden fondness behind his cold eyes as he pat your head gently.

you loved him. but you didn’t understand why he had to do what he does.

“dad.. why do you have to be a stellaron hunter and do bad things…?” you asked once out of the blue while blade was training. he paused in his movements for a moment, tensing up at your question. he didn’t want to tell you, always wanting to protect your pure innocence with white lies. “it’s so dangerous and dad always gets hurt doing so.. why can’t we be normal?” you had a sad look on your face as you stared at him hopefully, wishing things were different. he sheathed his sword, walking up to you and letting out a sigh.

you were right in wondering so. …why couldn’t the two of you be normal?

no, that was a dumb question.

things could never be normal again after he got cursed with immortality. things were never going to be normal for you the moment you were born, as his child.

“it’s alright. no matter how dangerous things get, ill always protect you.” he mumbled to you, trying his best to soothe your worries. you were the most precious thing to him after all, what kind of father would he be if he were to tell you how much he was suffering just by being alive?

oh how naive you were by believing that. he’d always protect you, is what you told yourself constantly.

then why was he around you less and less?

you were heartbroken, wondering if you had done something to anger him terribly.

blade felt his heart clench as he watched you ask kafka about him from afar. he killed all of his emotions along with his past self. …so, why did he feel a tinge of sorrow when he sees how your oblivious self asked innocent questions? all of this was to protect you. to not endanger you with his presence. ..right?

“dad doesn’t care about me anymore..” you were currently sitting on the floor of your bedroom, hugging your knees to your chest as you sobbed and sniffled. your eyes felt puffy and sore the more you cried, your hands not doing a great job at wiping your tears.

and then you chose to make a decision.

a decision that was childish. but expected of you.

you decided to leave. to leave, to find comfort elsewhere. to find affection he no longer gave from others. you hurriedly shoved your belongings into a backpack, wanting to leave as soon as possible. to where? you didn’t know. you just knew you wanted to get out of here.

after you had finished gathering your belongings, you jumped through the window of the inn the stellaron hunters were temporarily staying at. it was late at night, so you doubt anyone was awake. trying your best to be as quiet and subtle as possible, you extended a rope down to the ground, using it to climb down from the window. the next morning, when the sun just rose, blade walked into your room while making sure his footsteps made minimal noise to not alert you. he had a habit of visiting you before you were awake, just to check on you. though he tried to distance himself from you, his love for you still made him worry about you.

but what he saw instead of your sleeping form shocked him.

you were gone.

the only things left were a mess of drawings on the floor. drawings that you made, depicting your happy moments with blade. his heart always secretly warmed whenever you showed them to him, even though he didn’t express it. upon further inspection, he spotted your wooden sword, causing memories to flash through his head.

“hehe, one day when I grow up.. I’ll be as good with the sword as you are!” visions of your younger self flashed through his mind, he remembered how impressed you were when he first allowed you to watch him train. so, he carved a small harmless wooden sword for you, even when his blacksmith days were in the past. you would constantly play with the wooden sword, pretending like you were fighting tough enemies with it. “hiiiiyah!” you had just won against him in your play fighting (because he let you). there was a small smile on his lips as he watched how proud you were over your victory.

he felt tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he reminisced on your old memories, and how you were gone now. did he go too far?

to become a weapon, he threw away all emotions and feelings he had. or so he thought.

when did he start crying?

…maybe this was the better choice. if you left him and eventually forgot about him, you wouldn’t have to bear the sorrow you would feel once he finally reaches the thing he had been pursuing.

death.

now, he can only hope that you will live a good and happy future, a future that should be very different from his. that was all he asked for. for you to have a fulfilling life and not to take the paths he took, so he could die knowing you were happy.

[cryptid-pet]

Hello! I'm sorry if this is a weird ask, feel free to ignore if you want, but I would like to know how would you think the Sakamaki's would react to Laito strutting in high heels?

(also can I go as ❤️‍🔥 anon? It's a burning heart if you can't see)

oooooop?

I’m still in bed as I’m typing prolly the first half of this out (just woke up) but this honestly was an interesting ask (congrats, you are now nixxio’s ❤️‍🔥 anon, you shall suffer like the rest of the anons here//j)

Small little tw I suppose >>> There's a brief mention of homophobia and transphobia in this ask, but nothing detailed or explicit to be known- So just keep it in mind

sorta of a long post below >>>>

OKAYYYYY- I wanna first talk about how Laito got himself into the whole act of strutting.

Kou. That's it, end of ask

No but I feel like with all the clubbing and whatnot, that's how Laito possibly could've found his brief interest in such a thing. Also convinced this man has been to drag shows as well, so that just adds more fuel to the fire. As for where he got the heels...Does it REALLY need to be said with how he does get around with women on a daily?

He doesn't even slip or anything when first walking in heels, he treats it as nothing- A walk in the park simply. Laito prolly has worn high heels to school before and simply nobody took it in (Just to be cunty I guess????)

okay now time for reactions amongst the rest of the Sakamakis

Ayato >>> Finds it the funniest shit alive actually

I don't know, he doesn't find it as it being a trans interest from his triplet, but a simple act of comedy that gets on the rest of the households nerves.

I can probably count up to 6+ times where Ayato purposely tries tripping Laito up//down the stairs WHILE he is in heels, it's priceless.

He sorta wants to try strutting himself in heels just to see how it is.

Ayato sprained his ankle within the first ten minutes of being in the heels (It's not for everyone)

Ayato also uses Laito's ability to strut in heels for his own media uses, he'll take videos just to post them and gain attention (taking all the credit in fact of putting his triplet in heels)

He seems pretty cool with it, finds it entertaining every time w//Laito, but he also enjoys it because it's something Laito does for Ayato to get him in a better mood at times, despite it being...Silly. He doesn't judge his brother for wearing heels other than jokingly calling him a queer or a drag, doesn't care what Laito does either way

Kanato >>> Hates it

He has no interest whatsoever in the art of strutting, ESPECIALLY when it's coming from his perverted brother.

Kanato in fact finds the noise of heels against the floor annoying, whether it's a spike or flat platform. Sure, he's into the doll aesthetic of clothing with the cute heels and stuff, but least they don't CLICK CLACK CLICK CLICK CLA- (i'm shutting up)

Not to mention how Laito is already taller than Kanato, the heels just add more which Kanato takes STRONG offense to as seeing it as a way to taunt Kanato for being 5'5

Laito has offered Kanato try the many pairs of heels he owns (stole) but Kanato wants NOTHING whatsoever to do with them

Shu >>> Ehhhhhh?

He doesn't really care what Laito does, or any of his siblings overall. He barely keeps his eyes open, so why would Laito strutting be entertaining?

I guess the times he is awake and it happened to be when Laito is in heels, he'll take a moment or so to watch him, but that's really it.

You guys know the fucking drama cd where everyone is drunk to FUCK except Subaru (I have a yt link to the Vampire Juice cd if anyone is curious) And how Shu is just a laughing hysteric mess drunk?

Yeah, drunk Shu + strutting Laito = Pure madness

It's like a literal circus, Shu looses his voice drunk with a flushed face seeing Laito and heels, and it gets better when Ayato trips him and stuff too.

Reiji >>> "You're only tarnishing the Sakamaki name"

Doesn't appreciate this side of Laito, thinking him wearing any form of female clothing is disgusting nonetheless (Hi I'm one of those DL blogs who is convinced Reiji Sakamaki is homphobic and wants nothing to do with queers, trans people, etc...)

Has probably yelled at Laito wayyy too many times for him to not walk in heels around the mansion, as the noise disturbs the peace. Reiji also has a thing for finding markings on the floor from when Ayato attempted to try sturtting and tripped and scratched the wooden material//other material of the floor up (Which now he has to get rid of all over the place)

When it comes to wearing heels out in public, Reiji doesn't care, just as long as he isn't in the presence of Laito himself. As they enter the limo to get to school, and Laito comes in wearing the heels, you can hear Reiji heavily sigh and rub his face under his glasses.

Subaru >>> Fucking fed up

If Subaru hears "She's a super queen (duper queen) She's droppin', she's flippin', she's winnin'" ONE more time, he is blowing the mansion up.

He has nothing against drag queens and stuff (Because he doesn't seriously care about them) But the music makes him want to fucking kill himself

When Laito strunts, Subaru is his target to tease and bother the most.

And don't get Subaru started with the heel noises too, he hates them MORE than Kanato.

Subaru was resting in his coffin one time only to hear those fucking heels pranching and struttig on the LID of the coffin. (He sent Laito flying when he opened it with full force)

When he hears just one click clack from the heels, Subaru knows it's over for him and his patiences, right out the damn window. He gets headaches rather easily, and Laito strutting DOESN'T help them.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Ahhh Wendy! I hope you get this before your askbox closes! Pls pls pls write a part 2 for “It’s Just An Arrangement” if you can! I’m dying to see what happens next!

It's Just an Arrangement (Part 2): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 561

tw: kidnapping

masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Finale

The first thing you realize when you wake up is that you have a very dry mouth. You smack your lips together, hazily coming-to as your mouth tries but fails to start up your saliva glands.

The second thing you experience is a sharp smell. You jolt, your nose curling as the odor of ammonia cuts through the darkness. And it's dark. You only have a vague awareness of the space around you - but you confirm with a few glances that you are, in fact, not in your bedroom where you slept without Ran. You're somewhere else, somewhere... awful.

A dull ache echoes in your bones as you try to sit up, but as you wriggle your arms and legs, you can't seem to free them. Panic rises in your throat, and you shout for help, the piercing cry echoing in the empty room.

"Hello?"

Your voice is nothing more than a croaking of doom. But you won't stop fighting. "Hello?" You yank at your bodily restraints and hear the clinking of metal against metal.

Wait.

You pause in your efforts, feeling something in your memory come back to you. You had an argument with Ran. Another endless, drawn-out way for him to tell you that the arrangement would never change. You weren't permitted to look outside of the marriage for companionship either. It would be too risky, too shame-inducing. So, you had to pretend. Then you remember Ran walking out of the kitchen while you were mid-sentence, and--

Light floods into your eyes as a door opens, and for a brief second, you hope that whatever you're suffering is simply a vivid nightmare. You hiss and look away; eyes stinging from the sudden contact.

"Looks like you're awake." Your skin crawls as a shadow waltzes into the room, and someone chuckles lazily. "Sorry to bring you here like this, Mrs. Haitani. But it seems that people aren't getting the message in Bonten."

"What do you want from me?" you ask, voice shakier than you intended it to be.

"I don't want anything from you except full cooperation. If that happens, you'll get out of here in no time, alright?" Another light switches on - but this one is further away. You try to catch a glimpse of who the man is, but you can't seem to make out any features.

You don't reply to the comment, but as soon as you see a flashlight shining your way, you flinch. "Say 'hello', princess." You look back and see the phone aimed at your face. "Tell your husband you're here with me."

"H-hi..." You want to interrupt the man and tell him that you're the last person he should have kidnapped if he wanted to get a ransom. But he continues in his drawling.

"You've got five days if you want to see her alive again. Five days. I want my money, Haitani. You owe me." The flashlight clicks off, and you exhale, looking away from the camera and at the ground. "Thank you for being so good." The man's cooing disgusts you, but you swallow your words and nod.

"I need some water," you croak, but the man doesn't pay any attention to you. He just gathers his things and leaves you alone, still tied up and immobile.

All your life, you've been a pawn. And now is no different.

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 2: A Movement in White

Chapter 2-B

𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢

You look over the holding tank. Vital signs are good. Your brother’s craft monitor says their body's balance has leaned more physical, but within expected and necessary parameters. Given the Starchild has woken up more then a few times, it seems the procedure is successful, so far…

They're little more then a baby at this point. It’s no wonder they didn’t survive re-entry into the atmosphere, even with whatever they are. But You’ll give them a second chance. They're alive, and you’ll keep them that way.

𝄆 “Hey, Song! Are things going well?”

Oh! Your dad decided to come to the lab! He ruffles your hair a little.

𝄢 “Yep! They're still unconscious right now, but they have woken up a few times!”

𝄆 “We should probably give them a name.”

𝄢 “Been a bit busy keeping them alive to come up with one.”

𝄆 “You probably should. You’re technically their parent at this point! Even having as many sleepless nights as Suki did with your brother.”

𝄢 “I’m 13, I don’t think I can count as a parent.”

𝄆 “As if being young ever stopped you before?… Well if you won’t, I will! Besides, There’s still a few notes missing in everyone’s nicknames!”

Oh STARS really?!? You have got to be kidding. A literal revived falling star should not be named by one of the cheesiest naming conventions your music nerd of a dad could come up with! You feel your face shift into anger hearing that.

And blinding PERFECT, your brother rounds the corner. And he’s got that stupid smug grin for a pun!!

𝄞 “I wonder what name we could have for our local… FA-llen star?”

Pftttt…. BLIND IT!!!! You hate that you laughed at that!!! Even dad got a chuckle out of that!

𝄆 “Okay, now we HAVE to call them Fa!

✦ “...F̴͈̽ă̸̭?̶͍͗”

Huh?! Oh, their awake!

𝄞 “Hello! Do you like that name, Fa?”

✦ “F̵̪͐a̷̧͐!̵͔͒”

𝄆 “I think that’s a yes!”

… Your face shifts back… If they like it, that’s what matters...

𝄢 “...It appears I’m outvoted.”

You put your hand against the glass. You’d let them out, but that virus you used is still rather active for now. They press their tiny hands where yours are, reaching for you. They're so small and fragile. And even now, they're still adjusting to the forces you’ve put into play, to salvage their once dead body and mind into something that can live. You just hope it’s worth it in the end...

… You’ll do anything for them. Blind the Astravian faith, you don’t care how sacred a fallen star is! They deserve to live! Even if your methods are considered heresy by the entire nation. Even if it’ll take effort. Even if you have to change what they are on a fundamental level. You don’t care who comes for you both.

As long as they live, you don’t care. You will make sure they don’t have to suffer what you went through, before mom and dad saved you. Don’t have to hide away and pretend to be someone they aren’t, just because they're different. To be discarded like trash, left for dead, because people don’t blinding care. Because people are scared of what they don’t understand.

The world called them a corpse. Will call them a monster. But It’s up to them.

You will be there for them, as others were for you. And you will make sure. That they get to live, and find out who they are, without the world telling them.

𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢𝄢

As Fa hangs up the phone, you can’t help but think back on that memory. When they were still so innocent. When they had their own face and name. When the world hadn’t hurt them.

And now. Now they looked like they could barely hold themselves together. Wearing a face of someone else. You doubt they even know what Siffrin did to them...

… At least they have people near them who can help. Who seem to care for them. Who they can be themselves at least a bit around, given they had their eyes and horn out. And clearly people who love them.

❁ “Well, if the crabbing saviors of Vaugarde are with them, Think both Bonnie and your Fa should be safe enough.”

♫ “Actually, I was kind of wondering about that. Could you tell us more about what happened? If that’s okay of course! I know it must be rough!”

Nille looks at you all, scanning you all for information. As is fair, you are strangers.

❁ “...If you tell me what happened to YOUR country.”

...Reasonable. But very unpleasant. Nobody want’s to talk about it. You literally see them cringe at the idea. You all were at fault, in some way or another. Still hurting by all that occurred. Still seeing the faces of those lost… Still wishing you had done things differently...

But someone has to say it. Even though it’s horrible, and you’re scared Nille will take this tale poorly, It has to be done, and it’s better it’s done early. You can do it… But…

𝄢 “Very well, I’ll tell, but not here. Like I said before, I don’t want to stir up a panic from eavesdroppers or rumors.”

Given some people here are holding their heads, you presume SOME were listening in. But you're not trusting that wish's abilities with information like this, if you can help it.

𝄡 “...Let’s head out. Early start.”

❁ “Fine. Faster we reach Carrefour, the better.”

You all get up. You go and pay for the meal. Glad the royal treasury kept Vaugardian currency to deal with your neighbors. You then join the others on the way out.

>>>

You’ve walked for almost two hours, and are frankly exhausted. As is Mi clearly. Neither of you are used to outdoor traveling like this! Much less long treks like this!! Nille seems somewhat more adjusted, but even they aren’t fully used to it. You’d blame the vigor of youth if it wasn’t for Mi. And of course, the three blinding Bladeheart knights are completely unfazed!!!

Ugh, that's it, enough is enough.

𝄢 “Right, I’m making an executive decision. Even if it draws more attention, I don’t think I can walk any longer. Ti, PLEASE just summon the car?”

Ti smiles and nods, as the party stops walking. Ti pulls out their staff, and begins tracing their summoning sigil on the ground. You and Mi plop down, taking the moment to breathe and rest. Nille walks up to you, confused.

♪ “Called it. Re, pay up.”

♯ “Aw… Fine! Knew I shouldn’t have taken that bet.”

♪ “As if her Highness was going to make it till sunset.”

Re hands La some silver. Really? Well now you’re in irritate mode.

♫ “Thank you So.”

𝄢 “Ugh. There goes the LAST little trace of that ‘blend in’ plan. BLIND it all.”

Nille just looks at you all, very confused.

❁ “… Why are we stopping, and what’s a car?”

𝄢 “We are stopping, because I am a scientist, and as such, far more used to sitting in a lab then walking SEVERAL miles. So we are not doing this BLINDING trip on foot.”

♫ “And a car is-”

In a flash of craft power, the car slowly materializes into place on the road. Right on cue.

♫ “… That. That’s a car.”

It’s a pretty decent model. Sleek, retractable roof, and adorned with brass accents against it’s otherwise lightless body. Plenty of seating, should fit you all no issue. Not the most intense off-roader, but should be able to handle Vaugarde’s roads well enough. Does have a decent AC unit and music player, as your dad REFUSED to get one without that. Should let you all go a decent pace too, which means reaching Fa earlier, as you very DESPERATELY want to do.

And most importantly of all, it’s not more BLINDING walking.

Your face shifts back to normal just looking at it. Now, important next point.

𝄢 “Good. Alright, who’s driving, myself or Ti?”

You are never letting La or Re drive again, so that’s the only options left.

𝄡 “Best you go first. That was a big summon.”

𝄢 “Alright. Hop in everyone.”

You slowly pick yourself up from the ground, walk around to the drivers seat, and hop in. The others get in as well, though Nille seems a bit hesitant and confused. Ti puts your camping supplies in the trunk, and then hops in himself. This car is somewhat Limo-like in seating, so they can all sit in a nice circle while you stay up here on your own, until someone wants to hop into the passenger seat.

❁ “Okay, this looks really fancy, but I’m still confused. It looks like a weird carriage or something.”

♯ “That’s right on the mark! Works just like a carriage! And it’s comfy!”

❁ “Okay, but we don’t have a horse?”

Better just demonstrate. You start the car up, and it thrums to life. Nille jumps a bit at that, and you start it moving. You keep it slow and steady, as you hear them talk behind you.

❁ “Oh. Okay. So just. Magic.”

𝄢 “Just craft and some decent Astravian tech. Though I’ll admit this model is a bit more advanced then most.”

♫ “Oh, we should get some music going!”

You hear Mi pull out their guitar and plug it in. And then her ever-great music fills the car. Heh, she even has a track to play some of Fa’s vocals… You know this song, Fa sang it on their first day out. You’re so glad Mi helped them sing more often. Tracks like these remind you of better times…

As everyone relaxes, and Re shows Nille some more of the little features, you simply take in the road. Have a few more hours to go till it gets dark and you set up camp.

This is a far nicer way to travel. You keep the car going fairly slow, since these roads are built for foot traffic and carts. Slow pace means it’ll take longer, but it also means no accidentally running someone over or anything. You want to see Fa soon, but your reason wins out in the end.

After little more then a few minutes, Nille climbs over into the passenger seat.

❁ “Alright, I’ve waited long enough. You said you’d tell me about what happened to your home.”

Ah, right. Guess this is a good time as any.

𝄢 “Right, and you’d tell about what happened here. So then, you want to go first or should I? Personally I’d rather do mine after, given it’s a very sore subject.”

❁ "A sore subject after seven years?"

𝄢 "Yes. It was VERY bad. And we were... very close to it's center."

Nille thinks for a bit. They seem hesitant.

❁ “...Promise you’ll tell if I do?”

𝄢 “Of course, Promise. You deserve to know, if you're traveling with us... For many reasons.”

You see in the front mirror that Nille is looking directly at you. You wonder if they can see the guilt on your face…

❁ “Fine.”

Nille recounts to you the story of the King’s curse. How someone used what you presume to be wishcraft to slowly freeze the entire country in time. How they were powerful enough to fight off anyone sent against them. How they commanded the very sadnesses created from the trauma their actions inflicted.

How everyone was living in fear, trying to cope in their own way with the fact there was no way to stop it… How no one told her it was coming before it was on their doorstep.

❁ “… When it came by.. I didn’t know if we’d ever wake up. I… When I pushed Bonnie out of the way of the curse, called out to them to run… I thought that would be the last thing I did. When I felt that curse creeping up my legs and into my body… It was so cold, and I couldn’t move, or breathe or… or...”

You notice her shaking. You get it. Watching everything fall apart, unsure of what to do. Not sure if you’ll make it… And this curse.. It must have been horrible. They remind you of Fa, back in the day...

𝄢 “You did well. And now both of you are okay. That’s the best anyone could have asked for.”

❁ “...Yeah.”

♪ “So that’s what that timecraft was when we first arrived. Most likely wishcraft.”

❁ “Wishcraft?”

♪ “Astravian art. Turns one’s desires into the tools to make it happen. One of the few known ways to actually alter something like time. But freezing a whole country…”

𝄡 “Best ask Fa and the others how that happened. That’s a lot of power for one person.”

♯ “Yeah, even us Bladeheart knights don’t get THAT strong!”

Nille looks confused by that comment, but doesn’t seem interested enough right now to press it.

❁ “Well, it’s now your turn. What happened to your home?”

Right. This isn’t going to be easy…

You do as your brother once did. Like Ti taught you both. Breath in. And breathe out. In. And out….

Alright. Where to start…

𝄢 “… Let me start this off with the roughest part… There are no other survivors. Everyone on that island is dead or worse.”

Nille goes stiff. Trying to process that.

𝄢 “I did warn you. It’s not good… But that’s not the only reason we’re hesitant to talk about it…”

Nille waits, then nods, curious for more… Very well. If their not deterred.

𝄢 “… I’ll work our way backwards. The basics of what occurred is that a highly infectious, mind and body altering plague swept the entire country. Those infected would mutate rapidly, then hunt down any living creature and consume them, converting the remains into more infected. The only reason we had any survivors is because there was a mind in charge of the plague that was trying to stop it. Had someone not sabotaged our bunker, we would have had a couple hundred survivors.”

❁ “Hold, on, step back, a plague that can think? And you said it was Holding back?!? What and how in the crab?!? Are any of you infected?!”

♪ “I assure you, none of us are infected. Even if the infection method wasn’t highly obvious and visible, none of the infected would even touch us, due to said mind in charge, though there were some close calls.”

It was horrible. Watching those creatures try and attack you, only for you to hear them rip themselves apart, begging and screaming to stop in Fa’s voice… They tried so hard...

𝄡 “We did double check everything on the ship, and ourselves, before we came ashore though. Just in case.”

❁ “...Fine. As long as you're sure.”

𝄢 “Yes. As for the thinking plague thing, It… It was… The source was someone I had saved... a long time ago. They had full conscious control of that plague originally, which kept them alive. But then someone ruined that. Lied to them, told them they could clear the plague entirely. We didn’t stop them in time…”

He knew the risks. Knew Fa couldn’t just wish away their symptoms but… He still had them try it, and now...

❁ “Wait, are you implying-”

𝄢 “That I made the plague in the first place? Yes. It was my responsibility to them not to let this happen, and I failed them.”

You feel your hands clench the wheel. If you had just been there, if you had persuaded your stupid brother to stop, if you had warned Fa of the dangers…

❁ “I guess you probs regret that now huh?”

The car jolts to a stop as you slam the brakes. Your face shifts into it’s most vicious expression as you turn to them. You will NOT take that.

𝄢 “No. I would do it a thousand more times. They deserved to live.”

❁ “I, look, I wasn’t- I mean...”

𝄢 “...Bonnie is your siblings name, yes? If it had been poor innocent Bonnie, would YOU have left them to die?”

Nille freezes, looking at you. Horrified.

𝄢 “If people told you to kill Bonnie with your own two hands, because it MIGHT save others, could you blinding do it?”

Nille can’t meet your gaze.

𝄡 "Song-"

𝄢 “I thought not. But let me tell YOU, Petronille. They were an INFANT. But because of what they were, All of Astravia was willing to leave them for DEAD. I was the ONLY one who even CARED to save them. I do NOT regret my choice. No matter what changes, I will ALWAYS stand by that decision.”

You look away from them. Trying to get back to normal.

𝄢 “... If anything, I regret not doing enough."

… Ugh. You start the car moving again. You don’t look at Nille. You get they weren’t there but you refuse to even humor that idea. And you will put it in the ground now. You would never be the kind of person who willingly let’s people die.

NONE of this changes how you feel for them. NONE of this makes you regret having saved them. Even though everything has changed, in the end, You will NOT let that change.

>>>

… The trip continues, in relative silence. Nobody has anything to say. To any of this. When you all make camp at nightfall, you do it in silence.

As you lie down in your tent… You just… Blind it all!

You start to cry. You failed them. You failed them! You failed Fa, You failed your Brother, You failed your parents, You failed the survivors!

You even failed the Empress Arcana! She told you to keep them safe! That was the price of that gift! That it would save Fa! And now! And now!!!

Now, everything is GONE. Fa doesn’t remember you, your home is gone, your brother is gone, and Fa. Fa’s been hurt. Hurt so badly just seeing you nearly brought them to tears. Stars, you just wish you could charge over there and comfort them now!

...You just hope Fa doesn’t remember that day. That the memories of that day are as lost as those of you all. Then at least it’ll be a mercy. One burden you can carry for them. Blind it, you really hope! But something in the back of your mind says otherwise…

Hah. You’re a terrible mother, aren’t you?

[oceaneyesinla]

This wasn't actually what I planned to be my first fic about Miyako, but inspiration struck at 1AM and who am I to argue?

Here is some fluffy fluff, where Giyu just really loves his family. This is post end of manga, so there are some mentions of what happens. There's also some allusions to pregnancy, if that's something you're not comfortable with.

“Yes, my love?” Giyu turned, soft smile turning his lips up as he looked at his daughter, hands reaching up for him. After four years, he had plenty of experience navigating parental life with one arm and he scooped her up with ease, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as little fingers clutched at his clothes. One day, she would be too old and too big for him to do this, so he would take his opportunities where they came.

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Papa?”

“Where’s mama?” Aiko had been asleep when his wife left, barely stirring when she pressed a featherlight kiss to black hair before she left their family home. A pout was beginning to form and Giyu was quick to snuggle her a little closer. Their little treasure was clingy at the best of times, especially when it came to her mama. After a nap? She would be attached to one of them until she had woken up fully.

“She'll be home soon. She just went into the village.” At his reassurance, she brightened up again and once again, he was reminded of just how much she was like her mother. With raven hair and big silvery eyes, she was all but a clone of his wife, and thankfully, her disposition was more her mothers’ as well. The years since that final battle had softened the solemn shield he hid behind, but his taciturn attitude was always a part of him. He much preferred Miyako’s easy smiles and constant displays of affection.

Giyu would have suggested they go play outside, to take advantage of the good weather they were having. Before he could, the soft slide of a door signalled his wife’s arrival home and Aiko’s insistent wiggling forced him to put her on the ground so she could dash to her mother. He would have been offended, if he weren’t following behind just as eagerly.

“Hello, my sweet girl! When did you wake up?” Miyako’s smile rivalled the sun as she patted Aiko’s head, resting over the gentle swell of her belly. When that smile turned on him, he was powerless to do anything but smile back.

Never in a million years did he think he could have something this beautiful, this fulfilling. When he met Miyako all those years ago, he never imagined they would end up like this. This simple family life was a luxury he assumed he would never get. He and Miyako had always agreed - as long as demons still roamed the land, they could not have children. The losses they had suffered left deep scars, and neither of them could fathom losing something so precious, so integral to their being. The constant threat of losing each other was painful enough.

Then the unthinkable happened. Kibutsuji Muzan was destroyed. The demons were eradicated. Neither of them came out unscathed, physically or emotionally, but they were alive. 

Now, he got to stand here, listening as his little girl babbled away to her mother. He had the luxury of standing and staring at the love of his life, knowing that this wasn’t just some fleeting encounter before they headed to opposite ends of the country. Tonight, she would be safe in their futon, soundly sleeping right by his side. They would wake in the morning and there would be no hurried goodbyes and pleas to stay safe. There would be Aiko shaking them awake and insisting they go visit the Uzui family. Most importantly, there would be time - time for their family, time for love. Time for him to appreciate everything the universe had seen fit to gift him with.

“Giyu, you’re staring.” Miyako was watching him, amused smile on her lips.

Heat pooled in his cheeks but he stepped closer, “My whole world is right in front of me. How can I not stare?”

Her smile only widened at his words and she reached out for him. As he stepped into her loving embrace, lifting Aiko up to snuggle between them, he couldn’t help but feel like he was coming home.

[hanafubukki]

Hi, here Cottage Life Anon :3 I like this name a lot, but sadly I didn't find a cute Cottage emoji, so here the chosen one: 🦋

Being 🦋 Anon while been know for talking about a timetravel fic and the whole timeline mess it's involve is actually quite funny 😂

Happy to be one of your partners in crime, it's seems this timeline OT3 ending have beautiful days before it !

I'm pretty sure Dawny would be offered a job at RSA as a sword teacher. And he would also took care of a kind of fencing club in NRC :3 (Man wants to bring money at home- He was a houseman back in the time because Silver was a baby and the situation between him and the fae was still not so good so now he wants to be more active after his sleep 🥹)

I crave for Y/n schoolmate reaction 😭 The Adeuce duo + Grim are the most incredible. But everyone is priceless. "The F- Silver is your child ? He's older than you !" (In a scenario where Y/n be back at her regular age as a first year when returning in the present-)

Perhaps Lilia hid the whole truth to Silver. Like, if he was awake before the Knight, perhaps he thought it was an accident. And if Meleanor and Levan don't success to put the child back to sleep, it can add fuel to the idea. Lilia could be scared that Silver would never met his mother and other father because of a magic problem. The rest of the event would be similar to the original timeline.

Actually, timetravel and changing timeline is a trope that have many different concept, views and solution. But I kinda like the idea of a timeline "arranging/reguling itself" so the flows of event do not become too much aberrant after some big change (and it's actually a pretty simple way to avoid time paradox- 🫥). It can also explain Y/n returning. Because honestly, I think no one would willingly go back to the present (in another world-) after having a kid and living in a cute Cottage with 2 handsome and perfect husbands-

Plus Teen Silver play a essential role in original timeline. Because without him, no dream, no saving, Y/n in Malleus dream forever, no timetravel after that, no story- And I need him to meet Sebek and Malleus because sad croco boi need his training brother figure and big lonely prince need to save baby from Lilia's cooking. Meleanor and Levan have their limits-

(How that in a time where Malleus parents are alive because of the changing timeline there is no reason to explain any reguling of it because it's nonsense ? But- My Diasomnia family fluff- 🥹)

I actually have a little thing started in a text document for this OT3 🫡 I run free for it-

Thank you for initiated this OT3 😭

(References: Fanfic, Ask 1, Ask 2, Ask 3, Ask 4, Ask 5, Ask 6)

Hello 🦋 Anonie,

Wonderful choice of emoji 🦋 Anonie! I love this emoji and like you said, there is irony in using such a symbol. Namely the OT3, Time travel, and the butterfly effect 👏☺️😂 Let's go my partner in crime 💚🙌

Yes, considering all the pain and suffering the original canon timeline went. I wanted this OT3 timeline to have a happy ending for them. 💚🥰 There will still be struggles of course, but in the end, I want them to have a wonderful ending.

Dawny being more active and wanting to bring financial stability to his family is so sweet. I can see him become a teacher at RSA and mentor the students there and NRC. He doesn't want to anyone to feel left out so he sets up a club at NRC. Lilia would mention how he has more than enough money for their family, but of course, Dawny does not want to just let Lilia handle everything. And really, how can anyone say no to those determined looking eyes?

This will allow him to not only have a reason to visit both schools, but he can also spend time with his son and his classmates. I can see Silver and Sebek popping in occasionally to train with Dawny. After all, learning from two powerful warriors can only help them in the future as knights for Malleus. I can also see them being Dawny's training partner for the other students who want to learn and observe as well.

Then you also have Lilia and Dawny, I can imagine they would both have practice fights to show off to the students. YN warned them not to get hurt and not to destroy anything during their spar.

Currently timeline shenanigans with YN's schoolmates is what I love, especially for the first years. Jack is extra alert because you're a mom...or well, mom figure? And as a wolf, they take pride in protecting maternal figures. But he is also so confused because how does he treat you? You are still in his same year and age.

Then you have Epel, I can see him switch from Miss to Mrs. to Ma'am and just get frustrated. 🤣 Sebek is going through all the emotions. You’re a human who is very well loved, wife of Lord Lilia but also somehow Silver's mother and the wife of the Knight of Dawn, someone help this boy. He starts treating you with great respect, but you have to stop him and compromise with him. At school and other places, he can just treat you normally. If he's comfortable, he can be respectful back in Briar Valley. After all, you're friends with Sebek and you want it to stay that way and you dont want that to change because of some status he thinks you have now.

The "Silver is older than you" comment has me laughing.

Here are some other Twst character interactions I can think of once they found out.

Leona: Now calls you 'Lady or Princess" with that smirk on his face, trying to irritate you.

Kalim: finds this whole situation interesting. He doesn't fully understand it but as long as everyone is happy he's happy.

Jamil is now worried because he now has to worry about more people not to offend...and then he remembers what he did to you in book 4 and watch him hide in his hoodie.

Rook: loves the chaos and all the emotions around him. I can see him want to spar with both Dawny and Lilia.

Idia: is wondering how some of his favorite tropes in anime/games became real. He is also slowly trying to disappear because too many beautiful people and he doesn't want the attention.

Ortho: Well, he's having fun calculating the likelihood of this entire situation happening. In short, wow YN, you really beat the odds in everything you do.

I can imagine the pain and suffering Lilia went through to hide the truth from Silver. He loves Silver and is happy to raise him as his son, after all Silver is his son, but it hurts him that you and Dawny couldn't be there to see how your three's special boy grew up. YN and Dawny would have to step in not to only assuage this guilt and comfort him, but to do the same with Silver.

Silver would definitely need to be sat down and talk to about all this, about how loved he is and how you three are happy to see him happy and healthy.

Exactly! Who wants to return to their normal life after having such a precious family? Especially who wants to be annoyed by the headmaster constantly? So this is a win-win on all situations.

Thinking about the original timeline and how while it is the same, it is still different for all the good ways. Sebek has his best friend, Malleus got to help raise Silver and have his parents, and Silver gets extra family members who love him.

Meleanor: The spoiling aunt who will dress up her child and Silver (and later Sebek) in cute clothes, will kidnap him whenever Lilia isn't looking or Malleus tries to hide Silver from Lilia's cooking.

Levan: Who can also teach Silver and Sebek history and tactics. He can tell them stories and calm down his wife when she gets hyper.

For Diasomnia Family fluff, we can forgive and change anything to our needs 🦋 anonie 🙌

Ahhhhh I'm so happy to hear that 🦋 anonie!!! That brings me a lot of joy, that you loved this idea I had so much, that you started writing too 🥰🥹 It brings me happiness that I can inspire others to create. You have no idea. Please, if you end up finishing it, please share it with me. If you post it here on Tumblr, please tag me or send me a link if you are comfortable. Or you can always use the ask box too to share. I would love to read it 😭🥹💚

You're very welcome! This OT3 has become a comfort for me, and I am so happy to see others interested and loving it too. I love that people are joining the love for it. It brings me so much happiness, especially since it has such a close place in my heart.

Thank you as always fro sending this in 🦋anonie.

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Hello! A really big fan of your works! Though I do have a question regarding the Prince of Shadows fic, how does Soren's branded sense of work? It's a very cool detail, but he seems more attuned to it than any of the Laguz. Nasir could only sense Ena when they were in the same country, but Soren's able to do so across Tellius. Did he train to do it? Or was it a part of Izuka's experiments?

Hello!

Thank you for the ask and I'm glad you like my fics! :) I'll answer your question below the cut.

Regarding the branded connection to their loved ones, I'll leave it being buffed a possible effect (intentionally or not) of what Izuka did to Soren unsaid for the moment.

To my mind, the laguz and branded are always subconsciously aware of this connection, but their mind can play it off/fool itself so that when they're conscious they might not even be able to feel it at all. In that fic, I believe I had Ena and Soren discuss this briefly, once Almedha was brought to Daein Keep, Ena was suddenly aware she was there (and alive), but had believed her to be dead, despite being in Daein for years. The herons, also, even when Reyson is in Serenes Forest briefly with Naesala, he's not suddenly aware that Leanne is sleeping there or even wakes up, despite practically being on top of her the whole time.

So when awake, it's something they have to take a moment to reflect on and try and feel it out, but if they're convinced the person is dead, or they're not particularly aware of this sense, they cannot really use it to sense them out, and for Nasir, Ena had just been captured and imprisoned by Petrine's men the moment that they reached Crimea. To me, it's not the arbitrary border of a country, but he could feel how much danger she was in suddenly, and had to go find her, if that makes sense.

Rafiel is also shown being able to sense the great pain of his people during the massacre from all the way in Asmin, which about the same distance from Daein to Goldoa, so I think particularly strong feelings, especially suffering, carry further. With a sending stone, they can sense in much greater detail while awake, to the point where they can communicate through their feelings with each other (it's not verbal communication to me, through the stone).

So long as I didn't get too carried away writing the story, Soren's only ever seen sensing it across Tellius when he's asleep. He is acutely aware of what sense he has, what his family's situation is, and what his dreams would mean. But I also have that for the herons and the dragon laguz too, so I wouldn't say that's something that's going to be unique to the AU version of Soren. I do have a fic where Reyson is shown being awake and aware of his sibling's general state from a great distance, as well (set pre-massacre, obviously).

Regular canon Soren isn't as well versed in what any of that means, but I did use that sense to help him try and find his way towards Ike, but it wasn't infalliable or perfect, and it took him three years to find Ike that way, worrying the entire time that Ike was maybe actually dead.