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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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at the last dark hour, the sun will rise again

Ayato and Laito's occasional bedtime routine. (that's bait, it's just a bit of angst)

Haven't got the guts to call him up

Walk around as if you never cared in the first place

But if you never call, you'll end up stuck

Without another chance to tell him off right to his face

Although it was a fact that in between the triplets, Ayato and Laito were identical, some days nowhere felt more alien than under his striking green gaze.

He wasn’t some model older brother who knew his brother relied on him.

Yet he wondered when all was said and done; when the night passed and the sun crouched on the horizon, his blasted phone would go off, he’d let the missed call float away in the emptiness of the room, listening to the birds that occupied Subaru’s garden chirp their annoying greetings.

Then it rang again. Habits die hard.

When he picks up he never expects whom it may be, he’s learned his own couple of tricks over the years where he likes to imagine a face with a voice. The husky ones are brunettes with pretty hazel eyes, the soft ones have pin-straight hair, with the softest-looking cheeks he’s ever seen straight out of Kanato’s collection. Some high pitch red-head who wears shimmery lip gloss with endless legs, a blonde with her blowout all fucked up. Still, the eyes are the smartest grey he’s ever seen, and the pitiful hoarse voices with the nicest pair he’s ever seen with shiny black hair that hangs down to their waist - they never take his number when he offers whilst leaving.

The gruff ones where he knows there’s some pissed dude on the line ready to rip them a new one and shut his bar.

But he’s also never arrogant enough to think he’ll be right every time, but time teaches well, and not once has he ever been wrong when he swore not a single one of the women would have green eyes.

So he receives their address with a little ping, sometimes he picks his shirt off his floor where it’s been since he got home from practice, or a clean one walking around the long cold body on the floor, or getting off the couch at some girl he’ll never see again to get his shoes whilst she watches him asking if he was waiting for his girlfriend all night to call why bother taking her home.

He takes a bus, he drives, he hops over the train barrier, sometimes he likes to walk, no matter how far, the strain is nice on his legs, the early morning air freezing yet refreshing, the pastels making his red locks look rosy, Yui had once said it made him look kind. Like every new day, a softer version of him also opened his eyes or some bullshit.

He knocks three times and waits.

And ceremoniously, his brother is pushed into his arms, no one ever denies their relationship(the resemblance is uncanny), and the door shuts, sometimes with a polite greeting.

Once again it is just Ayato and Laito, haphazard limbs tangled, leaning on each other, against everyone on the other side.

Ayato had always imagined if he had a trail to follow things wouldn’t have turned out like this, the centuries passed in the blink of an eye, the women changed, and his brother grew taller, he could even grow a pathetic patch of stubble now - but he also grew more malicious than the mischievous child he once was.

Yet Ayato stayed the same, stuck in a prison of his own being; the signs that are so obvious now make him wonder if he truly is as slow as everyone thinks he is.

Laito always shone on whatever stage you put him on, it made him so envious as a child watching his brother change colours like a chameleon, doing whatever he wanted whilst Ayato got put in a straight-jacket, caused no harm, always dealt with the screaming, the bruises, the cuts, the burns, and the sharp heel that dug into his ribs whatever novelty that made his mother see potential in him had clearly run out.

His brother tried their best, but he learnt quickly that the comments pointing out the similarities between him and her weren’t just about what looked back at him in the mirror, he grew a temper. Not anger no, because anger can be fruitful, it fights with you keeping you warm when everything else within you is so rotten and hollow, temper seizes your heart like a hummingbird, it makes you vicious and intelligent as it circles for blood ready to fight dirty with whatever is at your disposal before the other party hurts you first.

Even if it means breaking your baby brother’s heart, looking at that identical face that’s twisted in confusion, biting down to stop himself crying, his soul sullied by the one person who was meant to stand by his side. Byt the words didn’t stop, and his carnivorous temper had found its feast.

Perhaps if he wasn’t the one to burn bridges, a long, long away in the distance they would’ve turned out okay. But whenever Laito performed he would always turn his head the slightest winking to let him know, even though Ayato always knew because it was them.

The 2 of them.

Side by side.

Back to back.

If one was suffering the blinding lights of the stage, nauseous and nervous, sweat dripping down his collar, centre stage- the other was just off the side, watchful eyes, in the dark ready to drag Icarus away from the sun.

He didn’t know when Laito had stopped turning to him, he didn’t notice the lacklustre grins, the bloody nails from spending nights trying to drag himself away from the hell their mother had built, the flinching, the lack of appetite, the constant days spent in the infirmary far from his sights.

He didn’t even want to sleep with Kanato and him anymore because of a flimsy excuse, Ayato had believed him even though the violent night terrors, the shivers that would capture him, and the silent tears- oh the silent tears when he jerked away from his own brother’s touch had hurt him like no other. A cry for help that had all been ignored because he was selfish.

Selfish, selfish, selfish.

…he can’t even remember the last time he heard Laito laugh, not the imposter’s laugh that had taken him. The one had sounded like the harsh winters covered with rose petals as if the beauty could distract you from the blizzard about to ruin you.

He wanted his brother back, but it was far too late now wasn’t it?

Because the touches had broken him and scraped all that was good and kind from his brother and it was his fault. And in his desperation he sought solace in the pain because surely this is what love is, this is what he deserves.

Ayato had a multitude of thoughts of all the things he would do if he could do it again.

But in the deepest of shadows, a voice would sometimes whisper to him, that he really was such a bastard because he knew what had happened, he had always known, he had seen his brother’s face drop, and the way the light drained from his eyes during breakfast when Ayato wouldn’t meet his eyes, the way he started avoiding him even though he knew it would make Laito so much lonelier than he already was.

Because if Cordelia had pushed Laito in, Ayato had watched him struggle and fight a losing battle, watched him silently beg for help, as he grew weaker and weaker and Ayato had turned his back.

Because the truth of the matter is Ayato is a coward, he is weak and so terrified most days he thinks he’s going insane, and he is so much more pathetic and evil than anyone realises because he turned away all because it meant putting too much on the line to dive into the water again for someone else.

Even if that someone was Laito.

So he takes Laito home, lets him turn on the music, no longer in the blissful realm of unconsciousness that he drank himself into, and he would take him home.

He picks a direction where the sun hits them, to warm Laito up because his frigid heart couldn’t even be brave enough to hold his brother’s hand, which has always been colder than his. Although now his hands were far bigger and calloused and covered in blood, years ago they were inseparable, hand in hand.

Laito is most docile in these moments, it scares him, and the quiet reminds him of how Laito refused to do anything when he first came out of the dungeons, Laito turns up the music and turns to him, the action makes Ayato anxious.

The Laito in his peripheral ponders something before mouthing something to him.

Bastard.

Why did you come?

I hate you.

You left me behind.

He’s never had the strength to ask.

He draws a bath for Laito and puts his old clothes in Reiji’s wash basket whilst Laito gets in. he waits as long as he can before he enters, towel in hand - as expected Laito had scrubbed himself raw parts of him so pink it looks like the blood will burst out of him. He’s careful not to touch Laito’s skin when he picks him up, Laito notices, he’s always noticed although he is pretty sure they believe different reasons for why.

It makes him sick that his brother thinks he’s disgusted at the thought of touching him, but that isn’t a conversation for now, he will simply add it to the many other things he wished he could tell his brother.

When Laito finally lays down in bed, he puts one arm over his eyes, Ayato knows that’s his cue to leave but rather he takes his other hand, he’s firm with his touches knowing how detestable Laito finds the feather-light brushes. He slides his pinky though Laito’s, like the pinky promises they used to make, he knows Laito still isn’t ready to let him completely back in.

So they stare at the sun as it rises, the light making both of them softer, till Laito falls asleep. Ayato still stares, their fingers interlocked. It honestly surprises him how they lived through to get to this moment.

He would do anything for him, whatever he wanted. Even if that meant, slowly taking his hand away and erasing any sign he was there, leaving before Laito woke up again.

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redlyriumidol · 2 months

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thedas scholars 1000 years in the future interpreting historical accounts about the inquisition: hmm... seems like the inquisitor and the magister dorian pavus were very close friends... yes one might say almost like brothers.... neither was ever married for some reason.... but it is clear that they had a very profound friendship....

#djhgj theyd see sera was one of the inquisitor's best friends and conclude they were lovers #just looking at trespasser stuff when dorian talks about inheriting his fathers seat on the magisterium #and the letter he sends you like. everyone knows.#'it's clear that magister pavus uses amatus in this letter to refer to his deep and brotherly bond with the inquisitor'#theyd get the sappho treatment #dorian pavus #dorian x inquisitor

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vangelilacs · 5 months

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for my envious brother; shu s.

not my original idea to start this series, credits to @samsvenn —inspired by her, she’s left her blog but do check it out i love her works 😞

read till the end for chérie’s note~

enjoy my lovelies (´｡• ◡ •｡`)

pure flower grows its prickly thorns

our whole childhood

those magenta orbs

i thought

was simply a harmless glare

instead hid every ounce of resentment

deadbeat, good for nothing, spineless

my value in your eyes

i know you are trying your hardest

i couldn’t help but wonder:

were we ever brothers from the start?

driven by envy

you set the fire between us all

everything i ever needed returned in ashes

it is hard to forgive you

what a hard pill to swallow too

unlike those you created in your fancy lab

this one sacrifices a lifetime to forget

the bitter aftertaste

grieve as i dragged my legs through the tunnel

lies, no light in the end

only a loop of the fire in my library

how ironic it is

my heart was set ablaze

yet its smoke are like dark clouds

obscuring

the light i need

—i can’t find you my brother

chérie’s note: yay my first post i wrote this in shu’s perspective about reiji idk how did i just suddenly thought abt “omg what if shu secretly wishes that reiji didn’t do allat and they could have a closer bond (obvi beatrix had to be a major bitch and ruin shit for them 🙄🙄)”

fun fact: i listened to old doll by mad father and reflections by toshifumi hinata on repeat as i wrote this

consider this like a poem/letter that shu wrote in his diary that he had since he was a kid (i hc that he has one but he doesn’t write in it everyday bc he only does it when he’s feeling emotions other than laziness AND HE NEVER LETS ANYONE SEE IT ‼️ unless he genuinely trusts u)

#Spotify #diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #shu sakamaki #diaboys #dialovers #otome game #reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers reiji #diabolik lovers shu #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #original poem #brotherly love #i feel so sad #anime #otome guys #diabolik brothers

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koumeowkami · 2 years

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some ayato headcanons i think about really often:

since he likes rock (canon) i bet he's a sucker for 2000's pop punk

green day is his favorite band: he listened to american idiot once and he was HOOKED

he started taking guitar lessons after that!!

he has a red fender stratocaster hidden somewhere in his closet

he LOVES old paramore music and has the riot! cd on repeat honestly same tho

old avril lavigne is basically his role model

she's probably the only artist he would ever share with kou (cause kou's other favs are too pop for him 😔)

he annoys subaru 24/7 saying he listens to depressing music but then they blast my chemical romance's music together

sometimes they team up in order to ruin everyone's reiji and shuu's peace

he cried when mcr came back cause we all did

#i could spend a whole day talking about this #rocker ayato is in my heart #ayato playing the guitar HAS to be canon #also ik that ayato and subaru argue 24/7 but in my head the only brotherly moments between them happen when they listen to music together #cause i KNOW they do #diahell #diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #ayato headcanons

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tarotoftheendless · 5 months

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Taking a quick break from my usual content...

Is the Disney movie Brother Bear a platonic brotherly love movie that follows a more healthy version of the Enemies to Lovers trope? I am watching the Cinema Therapy episode on YouTube that just came out and I realized the Brother Bear is Enemies to Lovers, without the romance of course.

Also, this movie makes me cry so hard. Even watching clips of it from the Cinema Therapy episode is making me tear up. Disney isn't what it used to be, that's for sure.

#cinema therapy #brother bear #tropes #enemies to lovers #brotherly love #life lessons #lessons learned

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paint-tastes-ok · 9 months

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#ff16 spoilers comin up in tags #(and problematic bullshit lol)#if supposed to be platonic then why are they HEAD OVER HEELS FOR EACH OTHER #why are they READY TO DIE FOR EACH OTHER #why did they have engagement rings (ear cuffs) and a wedding (blessing ceremony).#why do the last few scenes imply that clive finally realizes he's had romantic feelings for joshua this whole time #(which is based on my specific analysis that ignores the writers intending for the moon to = romance;#the moon = jill #the sun = joshua #balcony = budding romance/the liminal space reserved for lovers)#AND WHY DID CLIVE DECIDE A WORLD WITHOUT HIS BROTHER ISN'T WORTH LIVING IN WHEN HE HAS A WHOLE JILL ? WAITING FOR HIM? AT HOME ?#and tons of other people #but like #????????????????????????????????#i just Don't Know.#they try to write a good romance but it ends up being 1) comphet #and 2) completely overshadowed by the brotherly romance.#anyway game sucked. combat shallow. boss fights easy. character writing atrocious. sexist. sidequests bad. slavery B plot tactlessly done.#pretty + smooth to play + fun (sometimes) are the only pros.#also! dion. best character bar none #followed by charon

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imagination0708 · 10 months

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Starstruck (Part 7)

Tom's POV:

Once y/n left to help her mother in the kitchen, her brother and father turned their focus to me. In all seriousness, Hayden asked me "Why do you like our sister?" I lookeed at him and held eye contact before replying.

"I like your sister, because she is the most beautiful and pure person ever in this world." Brayden nods, whereas y/n's father remained still and looked me dead in the eye

"Listen here, son, I don't know how you were raised, or how you were taught to treat a lady, but if you ever hurt my daughter, I do something so bad even the devil will shudder." He spoke in a low voice, threatening me.

"Yes sir, I understand. I promise you that I would love her ith my entire heart." I told her father firmly. When I finally spot y/n coming form the kitchen I was so grateful.

Y/n's POV:

"Princess, can you go and get the boys round for dinner." My mother asked, finishing plating the last dish. I lefft the kitchen, however on the way back, I heard my dad threatening my poor Tommy. I could tell how grateful Tom was when he spotted me going back form the kitchen. "Dad, I thought you promised not to threaten the poor boy?" I asked slyly. "It wasn't a threat, princess, it was a warning. Anyways, is dinner ready? It smells so good." My dad replied and tried changing the topic.

"Yeah, it is. And Hayden, I made that tomato egg you liked so much, as for Brayden and you dad, I made the special potato." I annonced the dishes I had made and watched their eyes lit up with excitment.

When the boys gathered round the table, I went into the kitchen to help my mother with setting the table. A little while after I went, Tom joined me. "Hey baby, do you need any help?" He asked taking a couple of plates from my mother. "No not really. You could bring the dishes out though." I replied and caught sight of my mother looking at me witha stern expression.

"Look at you, princess, ordering you boyfriend around?" My mother remarked after she turned back to what she was doing.

"What? He asked, I never demanded him to come over and help me." I playfully debated with my mother.

#tom holland x reader #lovers #tom holland #true love #family #parents #brotherly love #mother #father

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