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boytoyhalo · 4 months

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Your Selkie au is super compelling! Plus you are a very good writer. A question, will you ever go into more detail about Pac's previous captive situation? I'm very interested in how you will adapt Fuga's lore into your au. ( Specially bc of Cell and Cellbit stuff)

I'M SO SO SO LATE BUT IM USING FITPAC WEEK DAY 3 (WHICH IM ALSO LATE FOR) AS AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY, FINALLYYYYY GET THIS POSTED THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO'S AN ENJOYER OF THIS AU I PROMISE IT ISN'T ABANDONED IVE JUST BEEN IN AN END OF YEAR SLUMP

selkie au snippet #4 (i think) || T || slash (ambiguous) || @fitpacweek day 3 (belated its actually day 4) AU day!!!

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"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Pac paused, hand suspended halfway towards the checkerboard that was currently serving as him and Fit's way of passing the long hours up in the lamp room of the lighthouse. He kept his eyes on the round piece he was holding as he deliberated on how to answer, sure that if he met Fit's gaze his face would give away his nervousness; "personal" could mean a wide range of topics, most of which would spell disaster for Pac and his poorly constructed web of secrets. He slowly placed the piece in it's spot on the board, fighting to keep his voice even as he responded.

"Mmm, you can ask, yeah. I might not answer, but you can ask." Fit hummed bemusedly, absently flipping his own game piece between his fingers and he contemplated his next move.

"What happened to your leg?" Pac's breath caught in his throat, and Fit rushed to continue, "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it, I get it. I just- I mean, you've probably figured out how I lost my arm, right?" Pac looked up at the familiar, mechanical clacking of the veteran's stiff wooden fingers flexing in and out of their open position, eyes involuntarily darting to the gnarled pink scarring that crawled from under his collar and up to the side of his head. He quickly returned his gaze to the board, face reddening a little in shame. Thankfully though, Fit seemed far from offended. "Heh, it's okay, I know. It's pretty obvious. And besides, you're a smart man. I'd be surprised if you hadn't assumed correctly. Me though - I'm just brawn, I don't have a whole lotta brainpower up in this thing." He knocked his fake knuckles lightly against his temple, a light smile on his face. "So if you are okay with me knowing, you're gonna need to tell me."

A small, nervous laugh bubbled it's way out of Pac's chest, his face properly flushed now in a mix of embarassment and flattery. "Don't - don't say that about yourself Fit, you're smart! Smarter than me, probably-" He cleared his throat, redirecting his focus to the topic at hand (ha.) "I can tell you, I don't mind. It's just a, it's a tough topic, you know? I need to get my head in the right place." Fit nodded easily like he understood, which Pac supposed he did at least somewhat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." The selkie chuckled a bit, tracing the edges of the paneled glass walls that surrounded them as he considered the best way to talk around the subject; he knew, or at least had decided, that he owed it to Fit to give him some semblance of the truth. After all, they had been growing steadily closed for months now and yet Fit knew so little about his life. Which was out of necessity, or course, but his friend had been so kind and so patient with him, never demanding more information than he was given. Pac needed - no, he WANTED to let him in as much as he reasonably could. He deserved it.

"I..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself to sort through the painful, tangled memories and hoping he would be able to hold himself together. He starts at the beginning, where he won't have to omit too much of the truth, though if anything that makes it harder to talk about. "Mike and I were on a merchant ship off the coast of São Paulo that was attacked by axis submarines a few years back." Fit winced sympathetically, patiently waiting for him to continue as he picked his next words. "We avoided the worst of the blast, but... Mike was in really bad condition, and I had to hang onto him with one arm and a piece of the wreck with the other while I waited for help to come. By the time someone found us, I was too tired and too um- too relieved to realize that we were being taken as prisoners and not as refugees."

It was all technically true so far, just with some important details omitted: like how they were only on the ship in the first place because their pelts were being imported as merchandise by a fisherman who believed himself to be incredibly lucky, and how they weren't taken as prisoners of war as Fit was no doubt assuming. Pac fails to suppress a shudder as he remembers the smug, taunting grin of the man that stood above him on the deck of his supposed refuge, two familiar seal pelts clutched in his meaty fists.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Pac. You don't have to keep-" Pac cuts him off, already committed to opening up.

"No, I want to tell you. We," He clears his throat again, pushing down the memories of too-small tanks full of too-salty water, of needles and IV drips and white lab coats and pencils scratching on clipboards as he writhed in pain. "We woke up in some sort of facility, I'm not sure where exactly? I think the men who had us were European but that's all I remember, it's all blurry you know? And that's where we met Cellbit and Felps actually-" The image of frenzied black eyes claws its way to the front of his mind against his will, but he can't help a small smile at Fit's attentiveness as his eyebrows raise in intrigue, the checkerboard between them completely forgotten.

"Anyway, we were there for- months, I think. And long story short Cellbit ended up, um. He tried to- to eat my leg off?" It comes out sounding uncertain, Pac having realized there was no way to say it that wouldn't raise more questions. Sure enough, Fit's mouth drops open.

"Wait he- He tried to eat you?"

"Not- it wasn't- aaaaugh, he wasn't himself ok? They were- they were cruel to us, and they injected him with these drugs that made him all crazy and violent and they kinda just. Let him do it? It wasn't his fault, is what I'm saying." Fit looks disturbed, although significantly less so than Pac would expect from most people. He supposes bearing witness to the horrors of war would give you a higher tolerance to this sort of thing.

The thing is, it really wasn't Cellbit's fault. He had been there the longest of any of them, starved and beaten and forced through their cruel experiments since he had been a teenager. He was angry and desperate and hungry, and it was pure bad luck that Pac had happened to be the closest to him when the "researchers" had decided to test the effects of whatever combination of steroids they had injected him with. The ghost of his leg twinges in pain as it remembers the feeling of sharp teeth tearing through it's flesh.

"Wait so did Cellbit..." Fit hesitates, like he can't quite put together what he means to ask. "So he, bit your leg off? but how does that even-" He's interrupted by Pac giggling, and after a moment he joins in quietly with a confused laugh of his own.

"No, no he- he just did enough damage that the sci- that the jailers had to amputate it. And it wasn't that bad honestly, I mean, they weren't kind enough to knock me out before they started sawing but at least I didn't die!" His amusement at Fit's horrified reaction to his nonchalance almost drowns out the echoes of grief that his heart sounds for one of his fellow prisoners who hadn't been so lucky. Pac puts on a wide grin, forcing himself to perk up from his slumped posture. "So anyway, that's the story! Pretty cool don't you think?" Fit sputters a shocked laugh.

"Pretty- Yeah, sure, Pac. That's- *cough*- that's cool, yeah." It's a joke, obviously, but warmth washes over him anyway at the way that Fit lets him control the weight of the conversation like always. He wouldn't be able to handle trying to talk about his past seriously, and he's grateful to whatever higher power may or may not exist for bringing him Fit, who not only cares but understands despite being a human, and who always without fail meets him wherever he needs to be at. Pac doesn't know what he did to deserve a friend like him. "So, okay," Fit's voice snaps him out of the appreciative haze he had fallen into. "How did you guys get out? Were you released, or rescued, or..." He trails off, eyes imploring him to go on. Pac feels his face light up at the opportunity to discuss his favorite part of the tale - the only part, he likes, really.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe it. It was Richas! He actually saved us!"

"What?" Fit exclaims in elated disbelief.

"Yeah! So ok - they were keeping him prisoner too, but he was just a baby, like a, a toddler right? And the guards that were assigned to him treated him like their own kid-" Minus the horrible inhumane experimentation, of course. "- and he somehow, he figured out how to use their sympathy to get them to tell him where they kept all their keys," - and all the pelts - "and then managed to convince them to let him play with us alone. So he came to me and Mike and told us, so we told him to steal us some guard uniforms and figure out where the breaker box was, and after some planning and waiting for the right time we were able to escape by having him shut off the power and filing out with the rest of the guards! Mike wanted it to just be the three of us but I told him we weren't leaving the others behind." For all the suffering they had been put through it had honestly been comically easy - the facility they were at was small and not well guarded, probably funded independently considering that if any powerful government had proof of the selkies' existence everyone including the scientists would have been in a much bigger mess - the world was already at war, Pac doubted anyone was eager to add another variable to the conflict.

Fit crosses his arms and sits back, nodding in amazement. "Huh, so little Richarlyson is a hero! That's crazy"

"What, you don't believe me?" Pac shouts in mock offense.

"No no no I believe you! That kid is a fighter, I know it. So you guys all just stuck together after that? What about Bagi and Forever?"

"Ah, so- Bagi and Cellbit, they're brothers, or uhm- they're brother and sister, yes? And Bagi had been searching for Cellbit since he was taken, and somehow she ended up at the place we were being kept just a few days after we escaped, and she was able to track us from there. She's crazy smart, Cellbit and her both are. And Forever," Well, truthfully, Forever had just swam up to their pod and started playing with Richas one day while they were searching for a new home, and then the two had become inseparable so he just... stuck around. But Pac wasn't sure how to spin that into something that sounded reasonable for a human family, so he just went with "Forever just showed up one day and wouldn't leave." Fit laughed again at that, and this time Pac laughed with him.

It felt unbelievably good to tell Fit about his story like this, even with parts of it changed. Still, he wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth of what he was - he almost did, right then and there, swayed by the sound if his laughter and the mirth in his eyes. But, he reminded himself, that had to be a family decision; it wasn't just his secrets at stake. It was all of them, and as much as he loved trusted Fit and would be happy to gamble his own safety on that trust, he wasn't willing to risk his whole family.

...But, it would be so much easier if he could just say the whole truth. He wonders if Fit would react with the same attentiveness and amazement he gave to Pac's storytelling.

The rest of the day passed with little more of note, mostly filled with idle chit chat and card games. As Fit tries to teach him how to play Kings on the Corners for the third time, Pac finds himself thinking about how much Fit was changing his life without even realizing. A few months ago, Pac had never wanted or even tolerated human company that wasn't absolutely necessary. But now, he couldn't imagine not having the veteran around to occupy his time. In fact, when Fit had taken his first two-week relief back on shore after two months of service, Pac had felt inescapably lonely even when surrounded by his pod. Not even Richas, who had also been upset over the Ramon's absence, had been able to completely cheer him up. And while Pac's always been somewhat fascinated by humans, and had enjoyed watching the previous lighthouse keepers as they went about their work, he had never found himself as interested by any of it as he does when it comes to Fit.

"What is it?" Fit's voice snaps him out of it yet again, cards abandoned as he looks at him curiously. "You're staring."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing! Just thinking about Richas and Ramon - what do you think they're up to?"

"They should still be hanging out with Cellbit, right? They're probably doing puzzles or something." Fit looks at the clock over on the left side off the room. "It's almost six, Bad should be here soon to take over for the night. Do you want to go join them and I can catch up?"

"Um-" Pac flusters, face heating up slightly. He's not sure why the emotional exhaustion of talking about losing his leg is what's bringing all these revelations to his mind, but he can't seem to pull his thoughts away from how much he appreciates the man in front of him. Which.... "Yeah, I think I'll go find them now! I'll see you soon?" Fit nods.

"Sounds good, Pac. I'll see you in a little bit." With a nod back at him, Pac shuffles out the door and makes his way down the tower. Instead of going to find Cellbit and the children, however, he beelines straight to the rocks where his pelt is stashed and hastily wraps himself in it's familiar comfort, sliding into the water before his limbs have even finished morphing into flippers. Surely a nice, solo swim is what he needs to clear his head.

...If only he could take Fit with him.

#stumbles out of the drafts covered in blood #my ass is gonna be late for every single fitpac week prompt at this point cuz dawg why did this take me like 5 hours to get done #anyway. i hope you like it. scream at me in the tags if u like it #ps i have begun outlining and drafting the full fic of this au #most of these blurbs probably wont be in it in full tho just for the sake of not making it 10billion words long #fitpac #selkie au #fitpac week

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whumpfish · 7 months

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I know International Whump Day is Daniel Jackson's birthday, and that's fair. But I would like to propose a National Whump Day on September 15th in honor of absolute whump icon Jason Todd, the single most whumped character in DC canon, to commemorate the time they did this

...resulting in the penultimate canonical Bad End Whump scene of all time.

Come on. It's the least this guy deserves.

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diamond-flavored-whump · 8 months

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Five times Whumpee snuck out, and one time Whumper caught them.

#whump scenario #whumpblr #writing prompt #whump #5+1 prompt #runaway whump #escape whump #5+1 whump #your whump words of the day #whump tropes #whump community #whumpee #whump prompt #whump writing

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dufrau · 4 months

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i have now written a ~1500 word Jancy breakup that i actually need to write, like, a plot or something afterwards for now because I like it enough that i dont want to leave it rotting in the docs.

#i also have ~2300 words of a 5+1 concept written #and ~1600 words of leadup for an eventual phone sex smut thing #and i still have ~5000 words of that lost in the wilderness thing waiting for me to figure out what to do next with it #so dont worry! eventually i am bound to finish something!#but i def feel like i might be in a “start new things every day until something sticks” mode for a while #so #as always #feel free to send prompts

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Buttery Sweet

It wasn’t meant to happen like this—mismatched socks and ceaseless yawning, eyes glued half-shut, certainly not a morning person—coming out as a sigh, as an obviously, a bit of a joke and a bit far-too-serious. Potter stopped still, spatula vibrating in the air.

“What did you…?”

Draco blinked, suddenly aware of what he said, suddenly—shit, shit, shit—awake, gods bloody damn it, too late. “What?”

“No, you what. Did you mean that?”

“Oh. I don’t—just—” it was too bleeding early, and he didn’t get even three hours of sleep, with Potter’s hand always touching, just where he wanted it, didn’t want it, couldn’t, ahh, couldn’t—“Erm.”

Potter turned around, so slowly it was frightening, blurry in the soft light. Whatever smelled so good in the frying pan kept sizzling away happily. Apples, maybe. And butter. And—

“Draco.”

How can he make his name sound so menacing. Like a threat, a knife to his throat. And like a pillow, at the same time, soft and easy to sink into…

“Draco.”

Shit, he’s expected to answer. “I don’t… what’re you making?”

The frown deepened, twisting until it was almost a smile. “You’re not seriously trying—” then he sighed, shook his head. Made it look almost fond, somehow. Truly was a wizard, that man. “I’m not making anything, yet. Trying to bake those pastries you liked. They’re a fucking nightmare.”

He didn’t add, like you, although he could have, just as easily. Draco swallowed a lump in his throat, begged himself to be more awake, more—braver, better, something, damn it. He flung himself forward, not entirely on purpose, so he was only inches from Potter. Holding onto the counter for dear life, unsure what to do, what to say, how to be a fucking person about it—

“Draco,” Potter said again, laughing this time. Put his free hand on Draco’s bare shoulder, the most benevolent god to ever be fully dressed at six in the morning. “It’s okay. You don’t need to… we’ll have this conversation again later. Tonight. With some wine.” Then, to the look on his face, “Or not. It can wait, we don’t need… I mean… I don’t need, it’s not, I mean, I’m certainly not trying to—”

“Shut up,” Draco murmured, unintentionally(ish) grabbing him by the collar. “You’re—bloody gods above and below, I meant it, okay? ‘Course I did. Really thought I’d get out of bed so early if I didn’t… truly, Potter.”

“So grumpy in the morning,” he said, two hands sliding around Draco’s waist, his smile shining. Coming even closer, nose pressed against his. “You’re—I’m not as good as you. In keeping it down. You already know, don’t you? How I—”

“Shut up,” Draco repeated. Potter smelled like butter, like early morning and something frightening and terrific and apples and so much butter. This wasn’t how it’s meant to happen. They can talk when Draco’s more awake, when he’s coherent; for now, he kissed him, buttery-sunshinely-frighteningly-sweet.

(Day 5 of @flufftober! Find all previous ficlets here, or on AO3!)

#flufftober2022 #day 5 #Harry Potter #drarry fic #500 words #prompt: oh no you're a morning person #confessions in the early morning #sweet fluff #Harry's a god at baking obviously #rockingrobin'sflufftober #rockingrobin69 #casting: it's morning wherever you are

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amalgamationink · 13 days

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NAPOWRIMO24 #13: ars poetica

#prompt: create a word bank of 10 simple words. 5 sense nouns. 3 concrete nouns. 2 verbs. create rhymes for those words. write poem.#it doesn't have to be an actual rhyming poem but focus on SOUNDPLAY.#i made my partner give me the words without telling him what they were for so i couldn't cheat and come up with easy ones.#he gave me: doll. lemon. rose. clamour. hair. hat. desk. sunshine. skip. kiss.#this one is incoherent probably but i had SO MUCH FUN writing it i literally don't care if anyone else likes it bc I DO!!!!#napowrimo 2024 #napowrimo #spilled ink #writeblr #poetry on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #poetry #poem #ars poetica #(technically. kind of.)#damien.txt #img desc in alt text

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gunebuggiesprompts · 10 months

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Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #5

July 9: thwart

Instead of Danny stopping Dan in his timeline, the Justice Legaue took it into their own hands to prevent the world domination from Dan. This is one of the "end of the worlds" that the speedster prevented. One of them went back in time and stopped the Nasty Burger explosion. OR for extra complications, one of them went back and stopped Danny from becoming a halfa entirely.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc writing prompt #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #word of the day prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp writing prompt #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp au #dp x dc au #dpxdc word of fhe day prompt 5 #mine

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justsomeoneunordinary · 4 months

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First sentence:

"Take this" she said as she tossed a sword towards him.

“Take this,” she said as she tossed a sword towards him.

Tobirama just managed to catch it before he got accidentally stabbed and cast an annoyed look at Mito, who had the gall to grin at him mischievously.

“Aneue,” Tobirama gritted out between clenched teeth upon inspecting the sword closer, “respectfully; what the fuck?”

Mito’s grin only widened in response, and Hashirama’s shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter did little to assuage his annoyance—worse even, instead of taking advantage of Tobirama’s momentary lapse, to emerge victorious from their admittedly rather brutal sparring (he pointedly didn’t look at all the blood they had drawn from each other), Izuna doubled over laughing as he took a closer look at the sword as well, sounding like a weasel on the verge of death.

It was an excellent painting job, Tobirama could admit that much, for at first glance he never would have known that the sword was made entirely out of wood (and he didn’t have to guess who he had to thank for this gift).

Taking out her fan, no doubt to hide her giggle behind it, Mito explained, “We thought since you two don’t know how a friendly spar works, and seem to be so determined to kill each other, maybe you should go over the basics again, starting with children’s weapons, hm?”

Oh, they were good; Tobirama was once again reminded of how perfect Hashirama and Mito were for each other—he only wished they wouldn’t team up against him.

On the upside, however, Izuna finally stopped laughing at Tobirama’s expense to shoot Mito an icy glare when her implications reached him, and Tobirama decided that a sorrow shared was a sorrow halved, so he slowly walked over to his former mortal enemy to discuss a plan for revenge.

They would see who would be the last one to laugh.

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For this prompt meme

#may answers #linya333 #may writes #senju tobirama #uzumaki mito #uchiha izuna #background hashimito #this has a few sentences too many but in my defense: it's really hard to limit myself to only 5 😭#limiting myself to 100 words is less difficult than that somehow #thank you for the prompt ♥️♥️

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 1 year

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Five sentence drabble: prompt number 15. Silence, Tony & Loki

15. Silence – for endlesstwanted (Tony/Loki)

Tony hated silence; Howard and Maria used silence to punish him and each other, and from childhood to teen years, that silence kept Tony from eating a meal that he didn’t puke later. For this reason, noise and music were an every second of every day part of his life, no matter who around him demanded quiet.

Until Tony met Loki, and after their whirlwind saga of Would-be Mind-Controlled Conqueror turned By-Default Avenger falling in love with Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist, he discovered that silence was not only his enemy. Loki, too, had been castigated by silence, sometimes lasting decades at a time, to make him submit and conform.

And now, lying together in the bed they shared, they didn’t need music to soothe them. Rain tapped out a pattern on the windows, and where Tony rested his head on Loki’s chest, he listened to the steady promise of his heartbeat and knew silence no longer held them hostage.

5 Sentence Drabble Prompts

#5 Sentence Drabble Prompts #endlesstwanted #Frostiron #Loki x Tony #Loki #Tony Stark #fic #fanfic #My fanfic #This isn't a drabble in the strictest sense but it is 5 sentences & I think that was more important than forcing this into 100 words

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wtfuckevenknows · 1 year

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Tarlos and #37 for the kiss ask 😘

I regret reblogging this prompt list but here's a little drabble for you, that should probably focus more on the kiss but this is what my brain came up with 😂😘 (I am allowed to call this a drabble @rmd-writes because it is exactly 100 words, be proud of me 😂)

37: a kiss without motive

TK had been feeling for Carlos' pulse whenever they were cuddled close, holding hands. His thumb kept caressing his wrist, stopping every now and then right where you could feel the pulse in the radial artery.

Carlos wasn't even sure TK was consciously doing it. He hadn't said anything the last couple of days, but tonight he brought it up. TK let out a shuddering breath, looked up at him with wet eyes.

He settled back against Carlos' shoulder after a long kiss, before raising their intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to Carlos’ pulse point.

You can find the other prompt fills here or on ao3.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#oh look #words!!!!#who knew I had those?!#me? writing? what a concept #i had to rewrite sentences like 5 times to make it exactly 100 words #but I was determined to make it an actual drabble #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #kiss prompts

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aria0fgold · 7 months

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Whumptober day 5 and day 6 prompts: "It's broken." | "It should have been me."

Characters: Sunny, Mari (OMORI)

“It's broken!”

Sunny stood atop the stairs, head hung low and hands tightly clutching the sides of his shorts as he listened to Mari's yelling. She pointed at the bottom of the stairs where a violin lay on the floor, its body bent and pieces of wood scattered around. It was his fault, he didn't mean to do it, that wasn't what he wanted.

The pressure of the recital, the exhausting violin lessons and practice, the painful reminders of not being good enough, no matter how much he did his best, he will never be as good as his sister. It hurts, it was too much, Sunny wanted it all to end, he wanted to get rid of it all, wanted to go back to the days when he didn't have to worry about anything at all.

And before he knew it, he'd already grabbed the violin, before he could even reason with himself, he'd already raised it above his head, before he could even think everything through, he'd already thrown the violin. And before he could even process everything, Mari had already gotten furious.

He ruined everything, his family's expectations, his friends' kindness, Mari's love, his own hope. But how can he be to blame? It wasn't his fault his parents have such expectations of him, wasn't his fault his friends chose to buy that violin, it wasn't his fault, it wasn't. Everything grew so exhausting that even waking in the morning was tiring.

But he wanted to still spend time with his friends, he wanted to still prove to them that their kindness for him wasn't wasted, wanted to prove to his parents that he's just as good as Mari is, wanted to make Mari proud for catching up to her. He wanted to. But he never could. It wasn't his fault, right?

But the more he hears of Mari's yelling, the more clear it is, that everything, from the very start of it all, has always been his fault.

“Sunny! Are you even listening to me?!”

Sunny bit his lip, he hasn't, he couldn't, Mari's voice was like static to his ears all the while each of her words pierced his chest like a knife. He doesn't want to be here anymore.

Sunny took a step back, and just as he turned to leave, Mari grabbed his arm.

“Wait—”

Before he could even think everything through, his hands reached for Mari, and pushed her away. And before he could even process everything, his hands reached for Mari, but it was already too late.

Mari lay on the floor, her body atop the broken violin and hair spread around. A single thought flashed across Sunny's mind as he trembled his way down.

That should've been me.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #omori #whumptober day 5 and day 6 prompts #back to having less than 500 words ayyyeeee #decided to merge these two prompts together cuz it fits sunny by a lot #another omori snippet yes!#i have another one planned and possibly more #basically i think most of the snippets im gonna be writing for omori is set in the past #where everything went downhill #im sorry omori cast im doing whumptober its all pain here

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