#hurt/confort?

[mysticsublimeperson]

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Merlin was disappointed, but mostly at himself. He always knew that Arthur would never actually be in a relationship with him, he will humor Merlin sure, he would tell people as long as they didn’t know Uther, and there weren’t risks of his father finding out, he would say that he loved Merlin but then did shit like this all the time. He would cancel plans and dates, and once even a week long trip that they had planned in favor of his father, and his company. Sometimes he would even cancel Merlin to have a date with one of the girls that Uther threw his way.

Usually it didn’t bother him that much, of course it hurt but he had known Arthur for most of their lives, they had been friends before… whatever they were now, he had always been like this and Merlin had always permitted it. He guess he never thought about asking for a change before, so that’s also his fault.

But he had been trying, it was sad enough when Arthur missed his birthday dinner Merlin had cooked, because his father had booked a flight to France, but he could understand it, it was his birthday, it was normal to spend it with one’s family. He made a point to tell him, tell him he was sad about this stuff, tell him when a plan was important to him, tell him when his words were too harsh or hurtful. It usually didn’t stick, they were to used to say shit jokingly but a few things he did, and he’ll try his best to keep his promises unless Uther was in the picture.

He knew the situation with his father was tense at best, Arthur had always fought for his approval, and, aware or not, that was still his primary concern. He knew he had no right to get between their relationship, and knew he would be losing that battle before it began. He didn’t doubt Arthur’s feelings for him, but he could not help but doubt whether they were worth fighting for in his mind. In the end Merlin had always been there, he had always been prone to forgiveness, because he cared for Arthur above all, in the moment he didn’t really notice but in retrospect he really didn’t put much of a fight.

But he had done it this time. He had made sure his voice was heard. He had said that this night was important to him, he had made sure to tell him to save the date in advance and to explain several times what this night was about and what was important to him. He made sure Arthur knew the date, the time, the place, the dress code and the reason.

Merlin was excited.

His organization and research were going to be awarded, and if it all went well he may end the night with the funding necessary to keep the NGO going and even maybe expand some projects.

But then Arthur had wrote, “my father is in town” and then a couple of minutes later “sorry”

When Uther was in town, that meant that night he had to have a dinner with his children, a boring and stuffy dinner in a top restaurant to expensive for Merlin to even look at, and sometime he invited the daughters of some friend of his just for them to get to know each other.

He breathed slowly, looking at the message, here in front of the theater where the Gala was going to take place, dressed up all fancy. Trying to decide how to convey in a text message all the things that he was feeling.

He was going to be awarded, celebrated god damn it. It was unfair, it was terribly unfair for Arthur to do this just before the Gala, he was supposed to be happy and now he only wanted to go home.

He had wanted to share this moment with him and maybe He had also hoped to show off a little, Arthur was a very important person by definition. Maybe he had wanted to show Arthur that Merlin also had value.

But none of that mattered now.

He had gone to the Gala, alone. Regretting the moment he decided to invite Arthur instead of Gwen, he had put a smile on his face and turned off his phone, he had drunk Champagne and eating those mini tart of savory food with strange textures and tried to enjoy the evening with his colleagues. He had gone up the stage a grand total of three times, one to present, the other two to receive the great honor that were those awards. He had smiled, and changed the speech on the go to not mention “one special more than a friend” he had answered the questions of the reporters and declined the offer of his colleagues to extend the evening.

And now he was there. In a bench in a park eating a Kebap in a too-fancy-for-this place suit, next to a fancy bag, which contained two fancy boxes of two really important awards, while questioning his relationship.

He had seen cases like this all the time, he dedicated his life to help people in this kinds of situations, more or less, his relationship wasn’t dangerous of violent, and he was very much independent but the root of the problem was the same. The relationship was destined for failure.

They clearly wanted different things.

They had different ideologies, and priorities.

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

But it hurts so much.

He was freezing, but he still ordered another Kebap, he hadn’t been able to eat because of the nerves all day and it was catching with him.

He needed to make a decision.

He couldn’t keep going like this.

This was supposed to be a happy night.

He walked up to his flat, quietly thinking to find Arthur sitting in front of his door.

“Where were you?” Arthur accused upon seen him.

Merlin let his eyebrows go up. Trying to remember that it was early in the morning, and his neighbors were sleeping.

“Shit, sorry… it’s just… I been calling you and…”

“Get away from the door Arthur” he let the voice come out angry but he didn’t really want to talk right now.

“Of course, yeah, sorry” If this were any other situation, Merlin would had joked about the fact that Arthur never tended to say sorry, but right now that made him rather sad.

He opened the door and walked inside, and blocked the way when Arthur tried to do the same, just letting his tired expression do the job, he was way too tired and he had eaten two Kebap in a shop open at 2 am, and was starting to regret it.

“Merlin, I… Look I know today… I am sorry Merlin, it was a shit show at work, and my father came at the worst possible moment and…” he said trying to coax his way into the flat, but Merlin didn’t move “Can I enter? I think we need to talk… I need to apologize properly and explain my self and…”

“No” he stoped the Arthur’s babbling “It’s been a rather long day, and I want to rest” his voice was maybe a bit too loud and hard “and I don’t wanna talk right now” he added honestly.

“Ok.. yeah, I understand” he clearly didn’t, but at least was trying to or having a stroke, either way not Merlin problem right now. “Can I..?”

“Go home Arthur” Merlin stopped Arthur again.

“I hoped this was it” Arthur said sharp. And Merlin didn’t have the fight to shout all the shit he wanted to say.

“Not while your father is in town”

Merlin closed the door. He stunned Arthur enough to do it without a fight. And he could only hope that he had the common decency to not bring his door down at four in the morning. He had wanted to do a lot, but he was way to tired, physically and emotionally so he just laid off the bed and slept.

[bbangi]

Baby, I'm Home !!

Reneé Rapp × Fem!Reader

Summary: Reneé comes back home after a day of recording the Mean Girls album and finds her girlfriend sick.

"Baby, I'm home!! " Reneé finally said after a long of recording on the studio for her new upcoming movie Mean Girls, Musical.

She waited a bit but no one answered, strange... she thought she was sure everything was okay after you texted her asking for dinner, which she brought to you.

" Hello, love!! " You said, finally showing up in the living room where the blonde was.

" Well, hi baby! " She excitedly said, hugging you to give you a kiss, but you quickly moved your head, so she kissed your cheek instead of your lips.

She caught your hand noticing how cold it was, Renee brought you to the kitchen and sat you at the table so she could prepare the dinner.

" Oh! Neé... I don't want to eat anything. I am sorry... " Y/N quietly mumbled, feeling extremely guilty for making her buy the food she was craving.

Reneé turned around with furrowed eyebrows. " But you were craving fish and chips... what is wrong, baby? " the blonde asked, putting her hand on your forehead like she knew you were feeling funny.

" It's just..." Tears started to weal up on your eyes." I've started to feel sick as soon as I stopped messaging you... I don't know what is happening, and I don't feel good "

" Oh, baby! It's fine. Why didn't you say anything to me? " Reneé calmly said, hugging you, finally feeling how you were hot, almost burning. " Now that I am looking directly at you, I can see how pale you are. Let's go to our room, Baby. "

" I'll take care of you, my little baby," Reneé said as she laid you on the bed and kissed you forehead. " You'll be fine. I promise you "

" I love you "

" I love you too, baby ."

[yeenybeanies]

i wrote a series of threadfics with winged!soap! part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

now with a short prequel! part 1 | 2

[motianz]

Mo seeking comfort in He tian

I need you to

[imaginativeworks]

Imagine Your OTP

Person A: (with tears falling down their face) “You often call me ‘your star’ but will you be there to bring me back from the brink before I turn into a blackhole?”

Person B: (looks deeply into their eyes and without hesitations replies): “Always!” (Pulling them into their arms)

[marinaiguess]

just read IDW sonic issue #53 and here's the most important part of it (spoilers)

it actually happened!!!! in this post, I explained how at first glance I thought kit was escaping his coding but then I realized he's only following that coding. he did see surge in sonic (and I am in pain)

[angelpassing-by]

THE FASTEST WAY IS SELDOM THE BEST

After an attempt, you try to comfort your lover and look through his recovery. Pairing: Tighnari x gn!reader Cw: impplied suicide attempt.A/N: I had some wips about character conforting reader, but none of them seemed good enough to post. I know this is a weird format, but though it would be comforting to read how you comfort someone. Again, English is not my firt language and I'm afraid I sound a bit too formal [it would be great if you had some tips in how to write not so robotically/essay like(?)]. If there is something you would like for me to write, message me, maybe I'll post some sort of guide lines to show what is it that I'm willing to write.

“I wanted to escape, maybe forever.”

Tighnari lies on the simple bed, head thrown against the embroidered pillows. His face – bronzed before – is pale and stained with tears, eyes lost in the ceiling of the room thinly veiled by the smoke of incense burning.

“I understand it, really” You respond trying to keep your voice even, but your lover says nothing, as if he can't believe you. You gently take is hand between your own and rub soothing circles on top of it with your thumb. “I know sometimes life becomes too daunting and the easiest way out seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel.” You whisper

Now he’s looking at you, his eyes glimmering with new pools of tears that threaten to spill into the blankets. “But you told me once that the fastest method is seldom the answer.” Tighnari chuckles, only a raspy sound that seems like a pained groan, but you can see the slight twitch in his ears and the way his frame sinks a little bit more into the mattress, as if more relaxed.

You begin then to reminisce of that particular day leaning against the bed frame and using one hand to caress your lover’s hair. Your voice is barely audible in the clutered room.

“It had been a quite long day, you were on duty and had proposed for me to join you – you didn't wanted me to be alone – and I was jumping from rock to rock in the edge of the path leading home. Do you remember?” A faint nod “For hours you had talked about the flowers and the little forest animas we encountered with such fondness it almost made me jealous” The corners of his mouth curve ever so slightly “You didn’t let me take some roses; said it would be a disaster to the ecosystem. And right there, just in the front of the village, in the middle of the path, lied a beautiful bird feather, it’s blue hues made it look like some sort of treasure or spirit buried beneath the damp dirt. I ran for it, carelessly, anticipating an impressive monologue about birds from you, but I ran too fast and the feather was too light”

“I remember, his hoarse voice cuts through the story” and through the tiredness, he smiles relieved.

“Yes” now you are also smiling sadly and you fingers keep brushing his hair with slow deliberate motions. “I ran too fast, and the feather flew out and into the bridge and as I chased it, it fell below the wooden structure. That’s when you caught up to me and told me .”

How could you not see it? It was so obvious, his tired movements, his longing stares at night, sitting in front of the bedroom window and sighing pitifully. You should have done something. That is what you repeat to yourself everyday sinc the incident happened, still convinced you could have done something to prevent it, although your lover has already told you that tha isn't a burden for you to carry. And obviously, everything seems so crystal clear in retrospective.

"We can't change the past, so holding grudges against it is simply futile." Those are words of wisdom from Tighnari on a rainy afternoon.

Tighnari is sitting outside on a kitchen chair propped on  some velvety green pillows that keep his weak body comfortably leaned into the firm wood. He has changed his usual ranger clothes for some flowy linen garments  and a blanket sent by Candace after the news reached Ardu Village is draped over his knees. It’s woven with a variety of reds and browns and depicts a forest scene populated by shadowy dusk birds and half hidden lizards.

After Collei left, settling in a quaint town in the proximities of Sumeru city, the cabin had fallen silent. Tighnari started to space out his lectures in wildlife and botanic, often preferring the warm seat next to the fire where you cooked. At first, everyone just thought of it as a domestic situation, both of you had even started thinking about children during the months prior to Collei’s departure, just a loving couple wanting to be together. But then he slowly started missing patrols; it was at some point commonplace to see Iraj and Nasring on your living room trying to convince your lover to leave the house and help them in their duties.

You should have known, but you were also going through a lot. Your cooking supplied the forest rangers and watchers and your stock of ointments and pomades were highly sought after by the townsfolk. With little to no time to spend with Tighnari, your living arrangement and relationship deteriorated with each passing day. It also didn’t help that Cyno stopped visiting Gandharva Ville after a while and that his letters, frequent and light hearted before, became rare occurrences with little more than bad news.

But now, Tighnari stretches carefully and happily looks at you at the other side of the kitchen window through his lashes. The sun is making him more optimistic, at least, that’s what he tells you at night, just before you both fall asleep in each other’s arms. Maybe it’s also the overexcited rambles that Collei sends through her letters or the short Genious  Invokation duels with Cyno during his recurring visits.

It has been well over a month, Tighnari is sitting, still too weak to stand for long periods of time, next to the stove. His soothing voice filling the inside of the home with vibrant colors of the rainforest through his tales. The counters are filled with  spice bowls and chopped vegetables whose stories Tighnari never forgets to tell you about. You place a steaming spoon of soup in front of his face.

“Do you like it?” You ask as you watch you lover frowning in a comically exaggerated thinking pose.

“It’s magnificent, love” He responds after a dramatic pause. His sweet words caress your skin and you can’t help but place a big kiss on his forehead, on then one over his nose. “Hey!” he playfully reprimands you, but you can see through the corner of your eye the wagging of his tail.

[nakurumok]

Hurt and comfort

[minty-mumbles]

Gingerbread

Summary: The chain has found themselves at Lon Lon Ranch in the middle of the Yule season. Sky finds Wild alone in the kitchen late one evening, and offers both company and help with the baking the champion is doing.

A/N: Secret Santa gift for @themackenziemachine

(Read on AO3 Here)

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A thick layer of snow covered Lon Lon Ranch, blanketing the world in silence the way only a fresh snowfall could. Thick snowflakes still fell from the sky, quickly filling in the tracks left behind by a pair of people trudging out to the barn and then back to the house. 

Inside, things were just as quiet. Two pairs of snowy boots were left piled by the front door, quickly forming a puddle from the snow melting off them. Their owners were nowhere to be seen, already retreating up to the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. A fire burned lowly in the hearth, nothing but embers remaining after burning for hours. The evergreen boughs and springs of holly that were placed on the mantle for decoration filled the house with their scent, filling it with holiday cheer.

The only sounds in the house came from the kitchen, where a scarred boy stood alone, working at the kitchen counter. A disk of brown dough sat before him. Repetitively and methodically, he worked with his hands and a rolling pin until it turned into a thin, flat sheet of dough. 

When he was finished with that, he picked up a sharp knife but was interrupted by the sounds of someone coming down the stairs.

 It was Sky. He was lacking his outer tunic, his hair was mussed and he had clearly just come from bed. Wild turned back to what he was doing, cutting shapes into the sheet of dough.

“Wild?” Sky asked, voice soft with sleep.

Wild didn’t respond, not that Sky needed him to in order to identify the hunched-over form in the kitchen. He already knew it was the champion. He walked a bit closer, brow furrowed as he took in Wild’s appearance. “Twilight and Time just came back from making sure the animals were all taken care of. Twilight said you were still up. He was worried.”

Wild barely glanced at Sky but dismissively murmured, “I couldn't sleep.” 

Sky approached, looking at the messy counter, covered in flour and small scraps of dough. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Baking the gingerbread. I was gonna do it tomorrow but it’s chilled long enough.” Sky smiled at that. Baking had always been one of his favorite Yule traditions. “Gingerbread” wasn’t something he was familiar with from Skyloft, but enough of the other heroes had been delighted when Wild said he would make them that Sky was looking forward to trying them all the same.

“Do you want some company?”

Wild sighed, glancing at Sky again. His eyes lingered for a second, taking in Sky’s disheveled appearance. “I’m okay, really. I didn’t have a nightmare or anything. I just couldn’t sleep. You can go back to bed. There’s no need to check on me.”

Sky smiled. “I know. I was already getting up to get a glass of water. I just don’t want you to be lonely. I like banking anyway. I usually do some with Sun every Yule, so I’m not totally incompetent.” 

Wild didn’t seem to believe that Sky truly wanted to keep him company, but didn’t have the energy to argue anymore, motioning him to wash off his hands before he touched the food. 

Many hands made light work. In no time at all, the rest of the dough had been rolled out and cut into shape, and laid out carefully on several sheet pans.

“Not bad,” Sky commented, appraising the cookies. They were all cut into the traditional gingerbread man shape. A few of them were lopsided, but they were all recognizable.

“Oh,” Wild said. “I should’ve let you cut them out. You’re the artist between the two of us, with your woodcutting.”

“You did a fine job,“ Sky assured him. ”Woodcutting doesn’t translate over into cookie cutting that well, anyway. What’s next?”

“Baking them,” Wild said absently, already opening the oven. A wave of heat blasted out, making Sky shiver. He hadn’t realized how chilly it had gotten in the house with the fire burning so low. Wild picked up one of the trays and turned to slide them into the oven. 

“How long do they have to bake?” Sky asked, looking at the rest of the trays left on the counter. He hoped they wouldn’t take not long. He was getting a bit tired, but he had promised Wild some company, so he would stay awake. It was clear the champion needed it. 

“Ten minutes,” Wild said shortly. He closed the oven door, but made no more movements, just staring straight ahead, as if lost in thought. When he didn’t move, Sky put a hand on his shoulder. Wild jumped a bit at the touch, but soon relaxed into his hand.

“Come on, let's go sit by the fire. It’s a bit chilly.” 

That stirred Wild into action, and the two of them quietly shuffled over the area in front of the fireplace. Sky added a few logs to the fireplace, sending sparks to flare up, carried on the updraft up the chimney. Wild, seemingly remembering what Sky had come downstairs for in the first place, set some milk over the fire to warm. When it was steaming, he carefully poured two cups, and grated some nutmeg on top of both of them.

Sky smiled at the sight of the expensive spice. On Skyloft, nutmeg was a luxury, only used on special occasions. From what he had gathered, it was the same in most of the other hero’s eras, but he wasn't surprised that Wild had some stored away in his slate. If there was one thing the champion didn’t hesitate to spend money on, it was good food.

“Felt like splurging a bit?” Sky asked, but all he got back was a nonchalant hum. Wild was clearly not in the mood for chatting. Nonetheless, he gratefully accepted the cup of milk. 

Sky sipped at the drink slowly, savoring the taste of the expensive spice, but he still finished his cup before Wild could. The champions seemed enthralled with the fire, gaze unwaveringly fixed on the tongues of flame that licked at the blackened logs. He was so still that more than once Sky feared he’d fallen into a memory. 

Every so often Wild would blink, gaze flicking away from the fire and over to Sky, as if to make sure he was still there. Occasionally, he seemed to remember that he was holding a drink and took a sip, but then went right back to staring at the flames. 

After several minutes of companionable silence, Sky stood. His movement drew Wild’s attention, but Sky motioned for him to stay where he was. “I’ll be right back,” he assured. 

He made his way into the kitchen, and took the first tray of cookies out of the oven, set them aside to cool, and replaced them with another tray. Then he climbed the stairs to the second floor- carefully making sure to step over the third step from the top which always creaked loudly when it was stepped on. 

Entering the guest room where He’d been sleeping not even half an hour ago, Sky carefully picked his way around the sleeping bodies, feeling for his pack in the dark. He retrieved what he came for and left as quickly as he came, this time while cradling his harp close to his chest. Hopefully, he hadn’t disturbed the sleep of any of his brothers.

Wild was exactly where Sky had left him, and had gone back to staring at the fire. He didn’t look up as Sky returned, and didn’t seem to register the fact that Sky had brought his harp down with him.

 It was obvious by now that something was wrong with the champion, despite his claims. Maybe he truly hadn’t had a nightmare, and he really couldn’t sleep, but there was something else going on too.

Sky thought about prying. He thought about setting aside his harp and asking Wild what was wrong. But he wouldn’t imagine that would go well. Wild had already indicated he didn’t feel up to talking, even about mundane things. Sky doubted Wild would want to delve into his darker thoughts.

So instead of asking, Sky readied his harp, and began to play.

Wild jerked, not expecting the sudden music. He turned to look at Sky. He stared for long enough that Sky thought he was going to say something, but instead he turned back to watch the light dance in the hearth.

Sky plucked at the strings gently, starting up a soothing melody. He kept it as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb any of the sleeping heroes or Malon upstairs.

His playing didn’t seem to make Wild any happier or offer him a distraction from his thoughts, but it also didn’t seem to be making him upset. As Wild didn’t ask Sky to stop, the chosen hero continued his quiet playing.

In a break between songs, as Sky was plucking idly on the strings and thinking about which song to play next, Wild spoke up. His voice was so quiet, Sky nearly missed it, but he put aside his harp to listen better. 

“Yule feels so familiar. It’s so-” Wild cut himself off with a wavering sigh. Sky blinked at him in confusion before realizing Wild was probably telling him what had been on his mind the whole evening. 

“I can’t remember celebrating the holidays with my family. But the snow, and the smell of pine and nutmeg, and the warmth from the fire…” Wild trailed off, reaching out a hand out towards the flames as if feeling their warmth. Sky wondered if he even realized he was doing it. 

Wild slowly brought the hand back to his chest, clutching the front of his tunic loosely. “It all feels so familiar. It makes me happy, because I know I must have been happy before.” 

Sky didn’t ask what Wild meant by ‘before.’ He already knew.

“But it hurts so much, because I am never going to know exactly what I lost. No one can tell me about my family, and I’m probably never going to remember. I don’t even know them, but I still miss them so badly.” Wild seemed to lose steam the longer he spoke, his words trailing off into a miserable whisper until they were barely audible.

Sky’s first reaction was to try and reassure Wild that, of course, he would remember eventually. He bit his tongue, pushing down the urge. Wild didn’t seem to be expecting an immediate answer to what he’d said, so Sky took his time formulating his response. This wasn’t the time to be rushing into things and sticking his foot in it. 

It was a nice thought that eventually Wild would remember everything about his previous life, but not a very realistic one. And honestly, if Wild said he thought he wasn’t going to remember something, Sky was inclined to believe him. Wild knew more about his amnesia than Sky ever would. 

The boy had lost his family, in possibly the most permanent sense. He didn’t have any memories to look back on as he grieved. From what Sky knew, the boy didn’t even know who he was mourning. A mother and father, brothers or sisters, perhaps? Sky didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure Wild did either. How could Wild know when he couldn’t remember?

Telling Wild that the emotions he was feeling were wrong wasn't going to help anyone. 

The teen had been through a lot, and Sky knew from personal experiences that having your emotions dismissed felt horrible. Every reassurance that everything would be okay eventually felt like a personal insult when it seemed like nothing would ever be alright ever again. If you felt bad in the moment, being told you would feel better in the future wasn't helpful.

He wouldn't do that to Wild. Sky had been able to drag himself out of that horribly dark mindset after his own quest, but it had taken a long time, and support from his friends and family. 

He could be that support for Wild, as long as he needed it.

He set his harp to the side, scooting closer to Wild and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Wild followed his tugging and leaned against Sky’s shoulder with no resistance. 

Sky did his best to offer comforting words. “You may not ever be able to remember your family, but you don’t need to remember what they were like to know you loved them. You don’t need to know their faces to mourn them. Not having many memories of your loved ones didn’t mean your love for them was diminished at all.”

Wild didn’t respond, but Sky hesitated to push him anymore. Wild was already being vulnerable tonight, Sky didn’t want to pressure him. 

At least Wild seemed in a slightly better mood as he contemplated Sky’s words. He didn’t return to his previous stupor, remaining alert instead of zoning out and staring at the fire. Sky hoped Wild would think about what Sky said. At the very least, he hoped that Wild wouldn’t hesitate to come to Sky again if he needed to talk. 

The silence continued, but it was more comfortable than before. Sky no longer felt the need to fill the quiet with music, content to simply sit next to Wild. That was, until an unpleasant scent reached Sky’s nose. He sniffed, frowning. It smelled like something was burning, and it wasn’t the pleasant scent of the pine wood in the fireplace.

“Wild, do you-” his words were cut off before he could even finish his question by Wild shooting up from where he’d been leaning into Sky’s side. 

“Oh gods, the cookies!”

There was a mad scramble to the kitchen, and Sky hovered anxiously while Wild grabbed the oven mitts and brought the second tray out of the oven. There was a moment of silence as the two of them observed the tray of cookies.

“Well,” Sky started, trying to be positive. “Some of them can be salvaged.”

Wild only sighed, putting the tray to the side, and turning to slide the next one into the oven. Sky watched in concern when Wild’s shoulder started to shake. Was he crying? When Wild turned around, though, Sky could see he was restraining himself from bursting into laughter. 

“Here I was throwing a pity party for myself, and letting the cookies burn,” Wild said, barely able to get his words out without wheezing. 

“What- it’s not your fault-” Sky spluttered, not sure how to respond to that, but Wild waved him off. The misfortune with the cookies seemed to have cheered him up even more, so Sky let it go, even though he didn't approve of Wild calling the evening a “pity party.”

The rest of the time waiting for the final three batches of cookies was spent sitting next to each other on the couch, this time with a much lighter atmosphere than before. Sky started playing again, and now Wild was actually paying attention. He seemed to appreciate Sky’s playing, and occasionally, he even piped up to say he recognized the song Sky was playing from his own era. (It always amazed Sky to hear that some parts of Skyloft’s culture, such as certain songs, survived through the many years that separated them.)

Sky could accept that although Wild wasn’t better- it would take a long time for Wild to truly make peace with his lost memories and his family’s death- he wasn’t feeling the crushing weight of that grief anymore tonight. 

By the time the last tray of cookies came out of the oven, Wild had decided that the first tray was cool enough to be iced. He was quick to whip up some simple icing. Powdered sugar with milk added a bit at a time until it reached the right consistency to pipe onto the cookies. Neither of them knew where Malon kept a piping bag in her kitchen or if she even had one at all, but thankfully, Wild had some stashed in his slate. 

Sky wasn’t surprised in the slightest that Wild had such a specific tool in his slate. He wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out Wild had an entire kitchen stuffed into his slate. He said as much, but Wild didn’t laugh at his joke. Sky decided it was best not to ask.

The icing started out simple and random, adding the impression of hair and clothes, all in white. It didn’t take long before Wild was making some of the cookies into people he knew. There was one of Flora, some that were meant to represent the new champions from Wild’s stories- Riju, Teba, Yunobo, and Sidon. Sky squinted, but he honestly couldn’t see how the one meant to represent Sidon looked like him at all. At least from what he remembered from the picture Wild had shown the group of heroes before. He cut Wild some slack though, since he only had white icing to work with, and was trying to squeeze a non-hylian onto a hylian-shaped cookie.

Sky liked the idea of decorating some of the cookies to resemble people he knew. He set about making one to represent Sun. He was so focused on his decoration that he didn’t notice what Wild was doing in the meantime until he was finished with his Sun cookie. When he looked up again, he was surprised to see Wild had- somehow- managed to make a whole rainbow of colors, already placed into piping bags.

“What?” He gasped. “How?”

Wild grinned sheepishly. “There’s a dye shop in Hateno, my hometown. They mostly make dye for clothing, but they also sell food-safe dye. It’s pretty expensive but I figured it might be useful to have some at some point so I bought some in every color. This is a good enough time as any to start using it. We won’t be as limited by the colors anymore.”

Sky felt a grin overtaking his features. He knew exactly who he wanted to make into a cookie next. Grabbing the red icing and a new cookie, and started constructing a familiar, ridiculous hairstyle. His only regret when he got done with the Groose coolie was that the man wouldn’t be able to see Sky’s masterpiece before it was devoured. It actually looked a decent amount like the man.

Leaning back, Sky popped his back, a bit stiff from having been sitting at the counter for so long. Looking over at Wild, he saw that the champion ws also finishing up his current cookie. When Wild held it up to show Sky, he could see it was colored to look exactly like Twilight. 

“That looks really good!” Sky said, leaning over to look closer. It really did look like a mini version of the rancher. Wild had even used a toothpick to carefully draw in the lines of Twilight’s facial tattoos. 

They worked quickly, occasionally exchanging snickers at the cute cookie versions of the other heroes. They even did one for Sky, with a mini sailcloth and all. All the cookies were messy. Some of the icing was smeared, but they remained recognizable as their fellow heroes. 

Occasionally, they had to stop for Wild to mix new colors to match the colors of the other heroes. Pink for Legend’s hair, purple for part of Four's tunic, a lighter blue for Wild and Wind’s tunics, and gray for Time’s armor. 

By the time they’d finished icing most of the cookies, the kitchen was covered in smears of colorful icing. Sky winced. He hoped the color wouldn't stain the counters. He doubted Time or Malon would appreciate waking up to find their kitchen more colorful than they’d left it the night before.

He and Wild leaned back, observing their work so far. Neither of them were painters and it was obvious, but none of the cookies looked half bad. Sky personally thought they looked great, but Wild seemed to disagree. Sky watched curiously as Wild leaned over, picked up the black icing, and added two tiny black lines over Legend’s eyes. 

“There, that’s much better. It looks way more like him,” he said, struggling to hold back a laugh at the angry expression on the cookie’s face. Sky had to hold back a snort too. He could already imagine the reaction Legend would have the next day when he noticed how his expression differed from the rest. Sky anticipated plenty of shouting and angry expressions from the veteran, not that it would help the vet prove that he ‘didn’t look like that.’ 

Now there was only one hero left to ice, and only one cookie left to be iced. “You’re the last one to ice,” Sky said, reaching for the last cookie before catching sight of it. When he did, he froze.

The only cookie left on the tray was from the batch they’d burnt early in the night. They’d needed to throw half of that batch in the trash, but had agreed some of the cookies were salvageable. This had been one of them. Unfortunately, the cookie was badly burnt all along one side. 

“Oh,” Sky nearly choked, casting a worried glance at Wild. He felt deeply conflicted about whether he should laugh at this or not. It was a little bit funny that the only cookie left for Wild was the one that was burnt, and the champion had never shown himself to be sensitive about his scars before. But Sky didn’t want Wild to think he was laughing at him. Especially after how emotional the night had already been. 

Thankfully, Wild answered that dilemma for him, breaking out into a strangled chuckle. Wild slapped a hand over his mouth, looking surprised at the laugh that had slipped out of him, and his startled expression was enough to set Sky off. Sky laughing seemed to make Wild break too, and soon both of them were bent over the counter, wheezing as quietly as they could.

Eventually, they managed to reign themselves in, and Wild picked up the blue icing, starting with the outline of his tunic. Sky remained content to watch him, occasionally handing him different colors when requested. Slowly, Sky let his mind wander. 

It had been an eventful night. Some part of him was still worried about Wild, but another part of him knew that the champion was strong enough to pull through his inner turmoil. 

The house still smelled like pine and holly, but now the sweet scent of the gingerbread also filled the house. The kitchen was pleasantly warm from the roaring fire and recently used an oven. Sky couldn’t help but find himself dozing off with his head propped up on his hand. 

It was late after all, well past the time they should have gone to sleep. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to doze a bit while Wild finished the last cookie.

Bonus: The Cookies :)

[lycheeluv]

You know what's a good idea ? A jinjae comic.

[azureforreal]

All illustrations I did for the first chapter of my AU!

Let's hope nothing bad happens to them! ehehehehaHAHAha...

[mysticsublimeperson]

<< Part 3

Merlin always has slept quietly. He didn't move much or snore, he tended to move when he was settling in, but once he found a good spot he slept like a corpse. Arthur always found that a bit funny, that he was so full of movement and life during the day and so still while sleeping.

He also found it a bit infuriating, he never really wanted to be the clingy one, it was a bit embarrassing to him at first, but Merlin never denied him, not even asleep. Arthur gravitated towards Merlin, not always a full on cuddle, sometimes that could be a bit overwhelming to Merlin, who had his spot perfectly climatized, but he always ended up having a point of contact.

Merlin found it "cute" and Arthur found that comment offensive. Merlin said that he didn't mind cuddling but that if he wanted to cuddle he needed to do it from the start, apparently Arthur was like a furnace (Arthur also found that comment offensive) and if Arthur suddenly hugged him in the middle of the night it made think there was a fire somewhere or he had developed a fever, Arthur promptly threw a boot a him.

Merlin also woke up slowly. Arthur found this really surprising. Merlin had a flexible schedule, which actually meant that he was practically enslaved. He could say anything about his job, but would never complain of the hours, he had to be there at 9 and out at 5 (not that he actually did it, but that's not the point). Merlin had the lab at the university, he had to be there at least 4 times a week, but the hours depend on the experiment, and then there was his non-profit which took most of his time. So even tho that pretty much from the moment that he woke up he was needed somewhere, Merlin always took his time to wake up.

Another shocking thing is, he never used alarm clock. Merlin woke up on time always, without help. Then he went back to sleep a couple of minutes more, or spent too much time preparing for the day, or didn't know what to do for breakfast so he froze up at the kitchen table thinking for 10 minutes... the thing is, Merlin woke up on time, but was always late.

That being said, one Arthur's favorite moments where those rare mornings he woke up first, and there was no rush, and he could see Merlin fight the wakefulness, rub his face to the pillow trying to find a cool spot, watch stretch and reach out for him. Merlin would open his eyes slowly and look for him, at him. And the way that he looked, like he was still dreaming, like Arthur was his dream. Nothing made him feel more loved, and full of love than that. It was so unrestrained, so pure.

He wanted that.

He wanted to be like that.

They didn't sleep together much, their schedule was sometimes incompatible, but when he could afford it, he stayed with Merlin, even tho it meant he had to bring a spare suit, and wake terribly early, and catch a cab, and be init for 45 minutes because of the morning traffic... just for the tiny possibility of watching Merlin wake up.

It's been almost three months since the chance of waking up next to Merlin became zero.

Arthur woke up sad, dreaming of Merlin by his side just to wake up alone in his flat, was increasingly difficult each day.

When they broke up, when Arthur accepted this, he couldn't actually imagine how ingrained Merlin was in his life. He had been there for him since (Merlin's) first day. He should have known.

Merlin was the biggest, best, and only choice Arthur had made. But he never actually committed, Merlin was his, but he could never be fully in Arthur's life. No matter that the life without Merlin was a life that he hated, he still was living it.

"I told you that yesterday was important, you knew that. And you choose him" Merlin had said.

Arthur had never seen that like a choice, never seen he actually had one. When his father talked he didn't expect an answer, so he never thought he could give one regardless. That day his father had entered his office and said that he had to a attend to a very important meeting that afternoon, Arthur tried to give options, suggested Leon as replacement, tried to tell his father that maybe he will arrive late or maybe leave early...

"Don't be difficult Arthur" Uther spoke dismissing his arguments "I don't care whatever plans you have, you have a responsibility to this company, to each and every employee and towards me. You are going to step up to the position of CEO sooner or later, you need to maintain your image, or it will reflect poorly on everyone"

Thinking back, he could not help but cringe to the condescending tone of his father. At that moment in his mind, it had seemed like a sound point, it had made sense, now all he could hear was the selfishness of it. In the end it hadn't even been a meeting, it was a fucking cocktail, a very exclusive cocktail for a gallery opening that Uther was looking to collaborate with (to put expensive artwork in his expensive buildings). Coincidentally a lot of his friends and colleagues were there, and their daughters.

Every time he thought about it he had to fight the urge to hit his head on a wall, repeatedly. He really thought that his father had his, and his employees best interests at heart.

He regrets a lot.

He hated that he hurt Merlin, he hated that it had ended up in this situation. But at the same time, he didn't hurt Merlin only that time, he had been hurting him, always without noticing, always without caring to notice.

Merlin never slept at his flat, even tho it was much more comfortable and spacious, and it was more or less the same distance to his lab. But Arthur hadn't wanted Merlin to be seen leaving his flat in case de doorman told his father or worse, that his father showed up unprompted one day and watched Merlin in his flat. So Merlin never slept there, no matter how late it was Merlin always went home, and told his doorman that he was his PA, not to rise suspicion.

He was an asshole.

And Merlin didn't deserve that.

So they needed this, yeah.

He needed time to fix it, to make himself worthy.

But he didn't know how to do that, and he was starting to feel hopeless.

It had been three months, and although in the moment he had offered Merlin to cut off Uther from his life for good in that moment, he was thankful that Merlin did not take it.

He didn't really want to leave his job.

He liked his job.

Well, he liked part of his job. It was just the expectation, and the need to make connections...

And well his father was tough, and definitely not perfect, in fact very much flawed, but it was his father. He loved him, and cut him off seemed like too much.

What could he do? He had been stuck in this point since the break up.

He needed help.

But the person who was always for him in this situations was Merlin, strangely wise occasionally.

He pulled out his phone. His friend were good and true, but the topic of Uther was complicated, most people couldn't understand why he would want to keep that relationship alive. It was also a really vulnerable topic, and he wasn't known for his heart to heart. Arthur wasn't good with feelings.

He keeps scrolling.

Gwen might understand but she was Merlin's best friend, he didn't want her to feel like she was switching sides or something, Merlin also needed someone.

The he stopped at a name at his contact page.

He didn't really know if it was a good idea. It most probably wasn't but he didn't really have any other options.

What does he have to lose?

He needed to find a solution to this, he missed Merlin, and he wanted his friend back.

He tapped the call button and waited.

Worst case scenario, he kept going like that and slowly died while Merlin tried to redo his life. Unacceptable.

"Hello?" the confusion was evident as well as the weariness, but, well, she still answered "Arthur?"

"Hello, Morgana"

[whumppzzy]

Fever

Cw: Whumper turned caretaker?, fever, intimate Whumper, implied captivity, comfort? !¡

Whumper arrived home, stressed from work. But he put a smile on his face when he walked through the front door, knowing he could take out all his anger on his little captive.

However, when he entered the room he found Whumpee shaking on the floor, his face was pale and he was coughing. Usually Whumper doesn't worry about the condition Whumpee is in, but that day Whumpee really seemed to be in very bad shape.

"Whumpee...?"

Whumpee shuddered, thinking that Whumper was going to start another torture session.

"Yes, Whumper?"

He tried to get up, but he was weak and dizzy. He remained on the floor.

"Calm down.."

Whumper walked towards Whumpee and placed his hand on his forehead.

"Do you have a fever"

Whumper didn't think much, he just picked Whumpee up and took him to his room, put him on the bed and covered him with his sheets, Whumpee had never slept in a bed since he was with Whumper.

"You're not well, today I'm not going to do anything..."

Whumper was interrupted by Whumpee coughing.

"I'm sorry Whumper...I..."

Whumpee started crying, for some reason he felt guilty and strange that he was getting help from someone who hurts him almost every day.

"Don't be sorry Whumpee, it's not your fault, it's okay to be sick"

Whumper took a pill that was in his cabinet and gave it to Whumpee with a glass of water.

"Take this, you'll feel better"

Whumper looked at Whumpee with pity, his face was pale, and around his eyes was slightly red, as was his nose. Whumpee took the medicine and gave the cup back to Whumpee.

"Rest now, okay?"

Whumpee was exhausted, and for the first time he received permission from Whumper to get some rest.

"Okay Whumper, thanks...thanks for taking care of me"

Whumper smiled, but deep down he felt strange, Whumpee thanked him for basic care and a mere expression of empathy, something he didn't receive often.

[sweetybaty]

A bunch of request I made in twitter The cat character is from my friend Faesdoodles on twitter

[vaehbae]

As she cried, she felt the slightest movement underneath her. She lifted her head and optimism filled her as she watched Ezra open his eyes.

“Oh thank god!” she gasped, planting kisses on his forehead. His heart rate returned to its normal rhythm and air filled his lungs as he tried to speak.

“Shh, save your energy.”

The noise of a ship above caused Sabine to look up and place a hand on her blaster, but she quickly removed it upon realizing it was Ahsoka.

Ahsoka and Huyang helped Sabine bring Ezra aboard and lay him in one of the bottom bunks. With shaking hands, Sabine removed his shirt and applied a bacta patch to the gaping hole in his stomach.

For the next hour or so, Ezra drifted in and out of consciousness, crying out in pain and reaching for Sabine. When he finally drifted to sleep, he was fighting a fever which worried Sabine, but Ahsoka assured her it was a good thing and meant his body was attempting to fight off any infections.

It wasn’t long before Sabine herself fell asleep in the chair by his bed. Ahsoka covered her in a blanket and bid her and Ezra goodnight.

Sabine woke the next morning to Ezra attempting to get out of bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sabine asked.

“To help Huy-ow!” he said, clutching his stomach.

“Ow is right, get back into bed.”

“Sabine, I’m fine.”

He stood up, but immediately stumbled, almost falling flat on his face.

“You don’t seem fine” replied Sabine, steadying him, “now please lie back down, that’s an order.”

Ezra sighed, but did as he was told.

“If you need anything, you ask for it, okay?”

Ezra nodded.

Sabine turned to leave, but Ezra grabbed her arm.

“Sabine.”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For finding me, for taking care of me.”

“It was nothing. You would have done the same if I was in your position.”

Ezra cocked his head.

“Did you mean it, when you, uh-when you said you loved me?”

“Oh you heard that?” Sabine blushed.

“I may have been close to death but the force is a pretty wild thing.”

“Is it now?” Sabine said, inching closer to his face.

“Yeah, you should try it sometime.”

“Well, I’d need someone to show me how.”

“Like this?” Ezra said, pulling her to him and making out with her.

Sabine embraced the kiss and the two of them sat there touching each other’s bodies and exchanging sloppy, breathless kisses full of passion.

They only stopped when Huyang entered the room to alert them that they were dropping out of warp.

“I love you, Ezra Bridger” Sabine whispered to him, giving him one last peck.

“And I you, Sabine Wren.”

So cute! I appreciate you wrapping this one up with fluff! 💜💙 I love how playful they are with each of her and the fact Sabine is so protective over him! Amazing! Thank you so much for sharing

[yandere-heaven-nyxie]

Our Significants

Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche/Wanderer x War Cyborg!Reader

Your backstory is inspired by 'Alita: Battle Angel' Explanation of your story shall begin now.

°~⭐~°

Khaen'riah had been on war with the abyss for the longest time the most out of all. The pride of humanity, where no god lay their eyes on them nor did Celestia but it has a severe consequence of a land that has not been touched by anything other then humans.

The people of Khaen'riah suffered enormous casualties for the ongoing war between them and the Abyss. They created robots to aid them as The Abyss corrodes anything that lives, anything that has symbolism of nature.

The personification of The Abyss, 'Night Mother'

She who corroded the entirety of Khaen'riah, making the people seek parts of the nails from Celestia. The one where it cleanse the dark pudgy mud away, They send the remaining of robots as we know now as 'Ruin Graders' to return with the skyborne power, yet they failed.

As Khaen'riah researchers pushed themselves further to create a more capable cyborg variants where they won't have to use the heavy chunky metal to fight those creatures. Agile and more "human"

They created you, well not just you. There were many before you but they weren't as capable as you. The newest and more capable ones, where your creator learns how to fix his mistakes and make you more than capable of fighting the abyss.

Even after all the experiments, creations and prototypes. They weren't successful in winning against The Abyss, without the skyborne power they have now fallen, far from any savings. The Abyss, corroded everything in Khaen'riah. Controlling them as the Night Mother cursed them into becoming monstrous immortal beast.

°~🌕~°

Your body carried you, even after you reached your limit. Your dull eyes with star pupil slowly closing under a big sakura tree.

You slept for a hundred years, woken up by a hand, the hand's fingers were gently pushing away the sakura petals that fell on your now long hair. It was a woman, she had purple hair and a mole under her eye. She had decided to take you along with her, studying your anatomy. To study on how to make a perfect puppet for her,

The first by-product inspired by you, was Kunikuzushi. Beelzebul used everything she learned from you and your body but she forgot one thing, to disable the capability of feeling human emotions. Empathy. She realised her mistakes, at first she wanted to just finish him off but she wasn't able to. For she herself didn't realise why but her feelings are something she couldn't lie to. Letting the puppet go, she also decided to let you go too. You had done your purpose for her, so now she pays you with freedom. Freedom that... Made you and his path crossed again.

You may used to be with Beelzebul but where you were placed was somewhere far from her by-product. You once again, decided to drown yourselves in a dreamless sleep for a hundred years.

°~🌸~°

Kunikuzushi stepped upon a beautiful forest, there were pink sakura trees and orange-red maple trees. it's so spectacular especially when in sunsets, he wandered about the place. When he found the largest tree as he ventures deeper into the dream-like forest, he was taken aback seeing a person. Sleeping under the sakura tree, he heard folktales before he entered the forest. How there was a being sleeping under the tree, unawaken and peaceful. There weren't any dangerous beast near them, as if warding off the evil spirits away from wreaking havoc in such place. The village was far but not too far away, it was a peaceful one where children can laugh freely and where old folks will stay for the tranquil scenery.

He saw there was a fresh flower crown been placed on your head, it seems like the children had visited you first. You were unconsciously in high alert to danger but sensing his presence awakens you for some reason. Your eyes slowly opens, still droopy from that long sleep. He saw how ethereal you are, your pupils were star shaped just like those from Khaen'riah. What are you?

°~⭐~°

Kunikuzushi laid under the stars, the dark sky covered by galaxies. Twisting his head to the side he sees you humming with your eyes close, slowly he went toward you. Laying his head onto your lap, you didn't mind one bit. Playing with his hair as he succumb into dreamland, this dream where nightmare are kept away. He finally felt comforted and loved by someone, knowing your origin he felt that he's finally not alone. You who was searching for your name, simply saying you have forgotten it.

"Hey, Star.. Did you finally remembered your name?" He asked.

"No, no I haven't.. I don't think I was given a name either, my name... Is just a number.." Solemnly replying to his question.

"Then, can I name you?" His eagerness is so cute, you smiled at him softly. "Of course, Kuni." You can see his eyes lit up. "Then, how about (Y/N)? I'm sure it suits you!" You chuckle at his adorableness, rolling the name that he's given you with your tongue. "(Y/N).. I like it." Your voice is so calm but he saw it on your face and eyes, how soft and eager it turns just because he gave you a name.

Kunikuzushi pulled you into a hug, you were taken aback by it.. Giggling as you hug him back too, enjoying this starry night filled with galaxies. You both traveled together, fought together and all the good times. Yet you knew, the abyss is trying to find you. Your body held something precious to them, your core. The element in it can awaken that of a god, they need your core to accomplish their mission and that is to overthrow the Heavenly Principles.

Knowing how precious and how much you cared for Kuni, you could not bring yourself to stay with him. For his safety and yours

"Kuni.. I might have to go far away.."

"What? Why!? I thought you wouldn't leave me! Just like the others."

You could feel something broke in you, it's your 'heart'. Kuni's tear is something so beautiful yet it pains you whenever it happens, cupping his face and wiping his tears with your thumbs.

"Kuni, it's alright.. Just promise me this okay.." Your eyes gentle as it can be. Giving him a heart shape necklace, it has a white star in its middle that glows like a steady heartbeat. It thumps in his hand, it was a gift from you, a heart that was apart of you. He knows it because the metal chunks on your chest was missing for a bit, you gave him a piece of you so that he won't ever feel so lonely and it was also a temporary parting gift.

"When you are strong enough, you'll come and seek for me. Just like how I'll come and find you." hugging him close to you, feeling his tears soak through the haori that he brought just for you. you broke the hug and place your forehead against his, whispering his name

"My Kunikuzushi, I'll always remember you even when the world decides to forget you."

Kissing his nose and seeing the mechanical heart beats faster, just as his face got redder. Chuckling before pecking him on the lips, "Goodbye for now, my one."

•~🍀~•

Scaramouche met you again, but this time.. You're not by his side, you were by Traveler's side. Yet you still look up to him in a longing way, if he isn't inside the robot right now they would've seen how his face was contorted sadness and complication. He misses you, he longed for you but why do you have to be far from him?

Why are you still in front of him yet so far away from him at the same time?

He doesn't know either, maybe it's because the heart you gave to him was stolen away from him. Once again, he felt like he lost both you and his heart when he was woken up from the slumber Dottore put him in, he knew Dottore took it from him and forcefully tried to take it back but failed to. That blue haired vermin said that this thing is pointless, it doesn't hold any meaning whatsoever, only a hindrance of the past. Yet whenever Dottore tries to drill those words into Scaramouche's brain, it doesn't work. He himselves didn't know why but he believes that you would still find him either way yet still couldn't help with the feeling of loosing such important thing to him.

When he fell down from his giant mechagod body, his gaze was fixated on you but it was dull and tired. Your eyes were in a frenzied state, "Kuni!" You screamed his name as you run full speed to catch him from touching the ground. The stones scraps your legs as you slid down from the impact but you didn't care, atleast he's in your arms again. Holding him close to you whilst tearful sobs of his name falls out of your mouth, apologies and comforts words. Nahida places her hand on your shoulder, Traveler and Paimo looks at you in pity.

•~❤️~•

When Scaramouche erased himselves from the Irminsul, Traveler was panicked. Looking through the stories, asking people and finallly, they ask you.

"(Y/N) do you remember who you gave this to?" Dangling the necklace you made for Kunikuzushi a long time ago.

"Huh? This is...?" You tried to remember where but it felt like a missing puzzle, something wasn't right.. Your head suddenly throbbed from the unrecognisable feeling, "ouch.." Traveler and Paimon quickly makes sure you're alright when you suddenly hold your head. "It's okay just follow us." Traveler pulls you together with them.. Confused but you still comply anyways.

You met someone, well more like a puppet just like you but somehow.. It felt nostalgic, you didn't know why but your instinct told you to stay near him. You felt shy, grabbing a little bit of his sleeves he quickly turns to you with a smile "Yes?" You ask him in a soft tone "Can I... Hold onto you for a while?" He looks surprised but quickly replaced with a bashful red face, immediately saying yes. Clasping your hands together with him as you both walked together to the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

•~❤️~•

When the both of you got your memories back, he froze for a moment. "(Y/N).." He slowly walks towards you, "I'm sorry.." he looks down while holding your hands. Cupping his face just like how you always do whenever he's sad, you kiss his forehead. "It's fine, Kuni. You've been through a lot so I understand." your voice is so warm and so affectionate just for him. he felt himself melting into your hold, "I promised that I would find you my one. I did now didn't I?" your teasing smile caused him to soften too.

Placing the necklace on him again, his heart is now back with him just like how you came back for him. He could never keep his hard persona whenever you're around, he melts onto your presence just like a candle. Eventhough you gave him a heart, you are still the one that he will always claim to be where his heart truly lies in. You are everything to him and he would never ask for more.

He gave you a part of himselves, just like you gave him a part of yourselves. A heart.

-The End-