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tartagliad · 2 years

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hello can i request genshin bois (particularly childe) playing tears of themis bc their s/o is into it and their thoughts about each ToT guy ir perhaps their fav? thank you and i hope ya doing fine

NONNIE?!?!? I CAN SEE THIS SO CLEARLY?? HELLO?? thank you for requesting btw, hope you have a great day :D I actually have fun writing this-

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Two Men, Different Worlds

Summary: genshin boys about ToT boys :D (modern au!)

Fandom: Genshin Impact x Tears of Themis

Characters: Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, Albedo + all ToT male leaders

F reader!

Warnings: Jealousy~ lmao, also I colour coded for each ToT characters' pronouns so you can understand which one is which :D, this is more to their reactions im sorry :")

(purple: Marius, green: Vyn, red: Artem, orange: Luke)

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Childe -> Marius:

I HEADCANNON THAT CHILDE WOULD START A WAR WITH HIM- (but sadly Marius isn't real LMAO-)

Flirty? rich? love for his family? charming? Marius has it too

When Childe knew that you're obsessed with him.. BOOM he'll prove himself that he's more better than Marius

Sometimes.. he'll snatched you're phone while you're busy and see what this Marius person is like ._.)

Yes, that means he'll play the game-

He remembers that you got one of his card that called "Daytime Aurora" and remembers that you're in LOVE with the story

So he plays the story from chapter 1, while carefully reading the story and his character

And boy.. he's like (''so this is Marius that she was talking about?")

My boy got jealous because how the two of them are quite similar

When you played the game and he's watching, he'll watch your expressions when meeting with him

The word that he hates the most is 'onee-san~' cause MY GUY, he got jelly when you blushed from that :(

like, ''YOU LITERALLY HIT ME WHEN I CALLED YOU SMTH LIKE THAT-'' he thaught

After you played it, expect him to sit in front of you like a puppy who needs love-

This man literally CLINGS to you, hugs you while your cooking, follows you when you're walking, and asking for cuddles when you're not doing anything

Please don't speak about Marius when he's like that, he'll be more jelly :(

Deep down, you thought that this was actually cute

But if he is really jealous, just tell him that it's just a game and he's you're one and only, okay? :)

"..ung.. what's so special about him? he's literally me but I'm better.. ngahhh- think of only me, I can hug you and cuddle you and give you stuff while he can't, hmp"

Albedo -> Vyn:

The more he knows<3_<3 (no fr he's my favorite one-)

The infamous psychiatrist Vyn Richter is your favorite~

From how romantic he can be and how gentlemen he is, you liked him

But that is nothing compared to your beloved alchemist, Albedo~

Similar to Vyn, he can be sweet and make you desserts after a long day

You would be astatic to see how elegant he is in the game and not just that, you also learned some things from him

So when Albedo knows you're a fan of Vyn.. yeah, he'll be curious

Unlike Childe who would snatch your phone, Albedo will most likely to watch you play and understanding Vyn's character

The more he knows about Vyn, the more heated up he get

Albedo would watch your expressions every time Vyn would tell you that he'll make desserts for you or telling you interesting things

You look so amazed by him that your beloved boyfriend is quite lost.. :(

Do you think he's not enough? this was his thoughts

One day, he actually, I MEAN LITERALLY, try to be like him

For example, he would kiss your hand like a gentlemen that Vyn was like and makes sweets like he would do in the game

Maybe with this, you'll love him more and forget about him

This made you chuckle and sometimes blush a little because you're like bro, are ya trynna cosplay him-

But at the end of the day, you always told him that you always love him the way he is and Vyn is just a character :")

"o-oh I see... ehem, but would you like some desserts? my treat of course.. hah.. you got me.. sorry.. I guess I only wanted your attention back to me.."

Zhongli -> Artem:

don't ask me, I'll call Artem ''Rich Zhongli" lmao

Yeah, don't ask why cause y'all already know-

Preserved, calm, and collected are some of the traits that you love in a man

And it's not mistaken that he's your favorite :D

But your boyfriend Zhongli has that trait too

Almost the same as Artem, you are his first love for him after living more than 6000 years

You are his half and he now can't live and separate with you

When he heard that you were playing an otome game, he would ask you what is it

After explaining to him clearly, he's actually a bit concerned

Why? of course it means that you will have a favorite man beside him, a-and Zhongli doesn't want that.. :(

Especially that he knows that Artem's logo..? badge..? is a scale (Libra), which is the same symbol that he made for Liyue..

P-please stop, he can't handle it :(

He would be slightly upset when you're always talking about him

while smiling brightly

Zhongli would nod and looks at you flatly when you talk so much about him

One thing that makes Zhongli more at ease is that Artem is much more easily get flustered than him

Meaning that he'll be more likely to get panicked when he's face to face with MC (Rosa)

Even so, he'll still feel upset when you mentioned him, please cuddle him and give him kisses :")

"Dearest.. let's talk about something else.. I-I'm sorry, I'm just.. not in the mood talking about someone else.. especially him.."

Thoma -> Luke:

GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOYS- I just wanna pat their heads.. :^

You loved how Luke kinda reminds you of Thoma :")

How sweet and protective he is always makes your heart warm

More importantly, Luke is MC's childhood friend, you loved it and think it's the cutest things and wanted to have a relationship like that

When Thoma heard it.. he's kinda.. feel sad..?

He wants to meet you like that too, and one of the reasons you loved him is because he's that one guy who loved someone since they were little

It always make him sad he can't make you giggle and smile when you played the game and see Luke's expressions

He knows his busy, he does.. but, he doesn't want you to see his face too much, you'll forget about him :'(

One day when he's cleaning and you played the game, there's a scene where it made you say "aww.. i wanna cuddle you so bad, you little teddy bear-"

Thoma heard it and he went "b-but.. I'm your teddy bear..'' he mumbles

Hng... now he wants you to just look at him and cuddle him

He cant help it, Thoma walks to you, gently take the phone from you, put it down and he proceeds to cuddle you.. :")

You know he was jealous because you have another favorite man beside him and he knows that it's just a game..

But seeing you smiling because of him.. he can't help it..

He just stops whatever he's doing and just clings to you.. :(

Give him attention, okay?

"Ung.. I'm sorry.. I'll be here now.. can you perhaps.. not think about him.. I know he's cute and sweet.. but I-I'm yours.."

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(A/N: this is not how it turned out in my head- this is probably i have fun but my least favourite- idk, what do you think? :/)

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moonstruck-writing · 2 years

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Pairing: Reki Kyan x f!reader | Sk8 the Infinity Rating: Teen C/W: fluff, established relationship, PDA Summary: You go to a restaurant with Reki’s family and his sisters monopolise all your attention. Reki wants you to himself, though. Word count: 829 A/N: I had a dream that kinda went like this so I needed to get it out of my system. This is the first time I write Reki (and for SK8!)~ I hope you enjoy this!!

��The check, please.” Reki’s mum gestures to the waiter. You look at Reki, who smiles at you from across the table. You feel like this is the first time you’ve looked at him during the whole lunch.

You’re really glad his family are accepting of you, but sometimes you wish his little sisters loved you a little less. You had hoped maybe you could sit down next to Reki and hold hands every now and then, but they had other plans for you. You’re still sandwiched between Chihiro and Nanaka, and they’ve been constantly demanding your attention.

“Onee-san, look…!” One of them tugs at your sleeve, making you look away from Reki and refocus your attention on what they want.

Soon enough, Reki’s mum pays and you’re all ready to leave.

“Girls, do you need to go to the bathroom?” She leans down to straighten their clothes a bit.

“Mmm…I’m not sure, but I’ll go if Onee-san goes!” One of them mumbles. Koyomi, the oldest one, laughs.

“Now, lunch is over. You’ve had her all to yourselves, it’s Reki’s turn now!” She takes their hands as if to show them she’s serious.

Hearing his mum saying that makes you embarrassed. It even sounds like you’re some toy they’re fighting over.

“Mum, you don’t need to say those things. Besides, she should be the one choosing, not any of us.” Reki readjusts his headband and looks at you.

“We can… go ahead and wait for all of you outside the restaurant,” you suggest. Before anyone can complain, Reki’s mum urges her daughters further inside the restaurant. You start walking towards the entrance, followed by Reki.

“We can go through that door.” You turn to him and see he’s pointing towards a smaller side entrance, just to the right of where you were headed. You doubt whether that’s actually open because everyone seems to be using the main doors. When you push, the side door opens, and you start going down the stairs.

“Wait, just-,” Reki calls from behind you, making you stop right in the middle of the stairs. Before you can turn to him to see what’s the matter, he envelops you in a big hug from behind.

“Reki?”

“Just for a bit, okay?” He wraps his arms around you a bit tighter and leans his chin on your shoulder. Grabbing his forearms, you relax into his touch for a few moments. Then, some noise startles you and you realise you’re probably visible from the restaurant.

“Reki? Your family will see us…”

“I don’t want to let go yet.” He whispers into your ear, and you feel weak in the knees. “Plus, it’ll be a while until they come out.”

“Let’s sit down at least.” He lets go of you momentarily and you both sit down on the stairs, with you between his legs. He quickly pulls you back into his chest, hugging you tightly. There, enclosed by his arms and legs, you feel warm and protected.

You start fiddling with Reki’s ripped black jeans, pulling at the frayed fabric, and caressing very gently the exposed skin. You can see the faint colour that indicates he is bruising.

“I love you so much,” he whispers and nuzzles his nose in your neck, breathing you. You hug the arms that are holding you.

“I love you too, Reki.” You feel him raising his head from its spot on your shoulder and turn to look at him. He places a gentle kiss on your lips that makes you smile. You press against him again, deepening the kiss. Your tongues find each other, and you bask in the familiarity of this intimate moment.

You hear some voices from the main entrance to the restaurant.

“Huh, where are Onee-san and Onii-chan?”

You’re glad the bushes that decorate de entrance separate and hide you from their sight.

“We should go, Reki.” You whisper, tapping his arms.

“No,” he whines. “They’ll want to bring you home and show you their rooms and toys.”

“But you can have me all to yourself afterwards?” You smile at him.

“Promise?” His voice sounds so serious it makes you giggle. “Otherwise, I’ll abduct you and lock you down in my room.”

“Your room doesn’t have a lock, though?”

“I’ll lock you in my arms then.”

He presses a kiss to your temple and loosens his grip on you.

When you go meet his family at the main entrance, his sisters run to you.

“Onee-san, let’s hold hands!”

“Sorry girls,” you say and show them your fingers are already interlocked with Reki. That doesn’t stop them from wanting to hold hands, so both you and Reki end up with a sister each, clinging to your free hands.

Reki’s mum is walking ahead with Koyomi and you wonder if, perhaps, this is what building a family with him would feel like. Reki and his little sister squeeze your hands at the same time, and your heart is filled with joy.

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kazoohaa · 2 years

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hey are your requests open? 🥰 can i request a headcanon of the ToT boys + Rosa as parents? like for example how would Marius and rosa together as parents hehe and if it’s possible can you include their reactions to their child telling them they have an s/o? THANK YOU 💖💖

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏𝟎𝟏. tears of themis

— notes. I'M ALIVE I SWEAR— apologies for how this is super late ! i really love this idea though :D also theres slight spoilers about vyns backstory so i put his part last

— details. marius von hagen, artem wing, luke pearce, vyn richter x fem!reader (separate). fluff.

KING ;

marius is the Cool Dad™ and rosa is, as always, the Girlboss™

marius would probably spoil their kid rotten if rosa wasn't there to keep a tight watch on how much he's spending on them

the kid gets used to how big the von hagen estate is and it's their "normal", so when they went on a playdate once with a friend in preschool or kindergarten they went "why is your house so small 😐" and rosa had to immediately put her hand over their mouth like 😁 "sorry about that" while marius holds back a laugh

marius was a headache to deal with before and while they were dating. to put it very kindly, he's more mature now, but rosa's faced with their child- who is pretty much a carbon copy of the pax ceo. a mini marius.

marirosa's child has rosa's softer features and her eyes, but they have marius' hair colour. it's sometimes frightening to see the cheeky devilish smile which you're used to seeing on marius' face

all i can say is good luck tbh /j

...make that a /hj

when their child gives them "art" for the first time (yk, the really bad drawings of our families we all make in like kinder or pre-kinder) marius probably cried

"sobs- onee-san look!- sniff- it's- it's us! sobbing- i love it 😭"

rosa sticks it on the fridge, or if marius beats her to the paper he will frame it

oh and when they tell their parents that they have an s/o, marius the drama queen shows up

"yoU WHAT?? onee-san 😭 our kid's growing up too quickly 😭 i thought they were gonna be my baby forever 😭😭😭 and you! i thought i told you that you would ask my permission before you date anyone >:("

"you made me agree to that when i was five, daaad-"

when he meets the s/o he will act very friendly around them but he's judging every aspect of their personality to see if they're right for his child

rosa just. looks on. she can't do anything about it now.

if marius deems the s/o chill then he is also chill

the first time rosa and marius met their child's s/o it was a little bit awkward the first few minutes because they felt like they had to be formal because it's literally pax's ceo we're talking about here, it's THE marius von hagen and his wife—

but they found out that both of them are actually really chill, and soon they're all cracking jokes, bantering and laughing

"so. when are you two gonna get married 😘"

"DAD STOP-"

LIBRA ;

artem’s strict but very caring and rosa’s the emotional and mental support

they’re!! such!! a!! power!! couple!! they’re both amazing attorneys and partners, both in work and romantically

their child loves artem's cooking, it's no secret that they do, because who doesn't love artem's cooking??? but they still try to pretend that they like rosa's just as much as artem's 😭 they don't wanna make her sad!

artem and rosa, of course, are really busy as lawyers, as themis' popularity grew (as well as their own) and the cases piled. but they will always find time to spend with each other and their child.

as a child, artem's parents were barely there for him when he needed them, so he is determined to not be like that. he doesn't want his child to feel the same emotional gap he felt with his own parents. even though he is closer with his parents now, he wants his child to experience better than he had.

he wants to be a parent who their child knows they can rely on when they need support.

they’re still very independent though!

they’re also a precious bean who must be protected. because artem is precious bean, rosa is precious bean, meaning they are x2 the precious bean

also both of them are like the best people to go to for advice for practically anything.

except love. their child definitely can’t come to them for relationship tips because they’re literally the last people to go to. sure they’re already married to each other and are really happy and work well together and all that jazz, but god do you know how long that took?!?!

the one time rosa tells their child about how she and artem got together, their child was dying at how slow they were to realise their feelings and actually make any moves. rosa told them about how celestine kept trying to set them up for like, years

it’s not her fault that artem was an emotionally stunted rock before. dear miss celestine, artemrosa’s child understands your pain now.

right so when they tell their parents that they have an s/o, artem gets protective but tries to keep it lowkey

at least he thinks he's keeping it lowkey

protective artem is pretty obvious

the first time the s/o meets artem and rosa it's.. rather awkward.

rosa tries her best to make conversation and get to know who her child's special someone is more personally, and artem kinda just sits there because he doesn't know what to say...

so it's mainly just rosa and her child carrying the whole thing while artem tries to find a way to insert himself into the conversation without making the s/o suddenly revert back to being more polite and formal. poor artem

RAVEN ;

he's dead.

OKAY OKAY FINE I'LL MOVE ONTO THE ACTUAL HCS NOW 🏃‍♀️

lukerosa's child is the actual epitome of sunshine, pureness and puppy vibes

they're just so cute !! literally everyone loves them, idk who can't agree— they must be protected!!

rosa and luke are the best couple and parents ever. because of the bond they've shared since childhood, they know each other like the back of their hand, it's so cute

their child’s greatest strength against their parents is their puppy-dog eyes, and after they learned this it usually lets them get their way, because who can’t resist this sunshine child’s puppy gaze?

luke insists that they learned it from rosa’s adorable face but rosa says it’s got to be from luke’s golden retriever vibes

plot twist, they only learned how to do the pleading eyes after they met marius

ahem

anyways

luke teaches their child some photography and coding tricks :]

and you know when one parent tells you to pass on a message to your other parent because they aren’t bothered to walk over to the other room and tell them themselves

they do that

but it’s just… weird

like rosa will call her child and tell them, “your dad’s looking for some things in the garage, right? tell him ‘festival, 2016’, he’ll understand.” and their child is like ??????????? festival???? 2016????? what the hell does that have to do with the tools their dad is looking for??????

anyways the two of them are like the most loving parents ever oh my god i want them as my parents

rosa taught their child cooking because there was an incident when luke attempted to teach them and the kitchen almost went down in flames.

mmmaybe he should just stick to the recipes he already knows 😁

when their child tells them that they have an s/o, they’re both very happy for their child!!

but luke will do a background check on the s/o

and if he hasn't already, he'll teach his child some self-defence, just in case! he’ll probably customise an item so that it can double up as a weapon just like he did for rosa before when he made lipstick into a taser

in their first meeting it's actually really chill because luke's face is just so warm and welcoming and you just immediately feel at ease when around him and his family

they pretty much treat the s/o as if they were their own child

ADJUDICATOR ;

theyre just. i don’t know how to explain it. their overall vibe is just so calm and pleasant and elegant i can’t properly describe it

and obviously the child picks up from their parents so they’re also a rather angelic child and are nice company to be around

you can’t stop the red flag part though

they’ve been interested about their parents’ jobs from a young age so growing up they learn more and more things about both occupations (which someone their age probably shouldn’t be memorising yet.. vyn and rosa’s child is scarily smart sometimes)

LMAO WAIT—

vyn will probably tell their child about his background when they're already a teenager and they'd be like "DAD. YOU'RE A FUCKIGN. DUKE?!?! AND YOU?? DECIDED TO ??? ONLY TELL ME NOW????"

vynrosa's child is always relatively calm 85% of the time, so it always intimidates their friends when they get angry because that is not something you see every day and yo why do i feel murderous intent hidden behind that smile showing their barely concealed anger—

and they have a rather sharp tongue too.

they learned that from vyn. yep definitely vyn.

their ability to intimidate is actually from watching old clips of rosa’s court appearances and when watching rosa banter with marius

rosa has to admit that it can get a little bit unsettling when she sees her child just glowering in the corner because of some disagreement with a friend

she,, tries to discourage this behaviour as much as possible,,,,

then one day their child tells them that they have an s/o

rosa’s like “aww they’ve found someone! i’m so proud” but vyn’s immediately suspicious (though you really can’t tell unless you look carefully at his eyes)

when he meets his child's s/o for the first time he's probably going to make them feel somewhat awkward or uncomfortable because of his attention being on them.

he makes light conversation, asking for their interests and hobbies, etc but—

he’s actually sitting there and he’s fuckin psychoanalysing them... mentally noting on their habits, body language, their "micro-expressions", etc— mans is scary...

will probably find some dirt on the s/o somehow. you know. just in case they're actually a bad person or if the relationship doesn't work... he can make their reputation go up in flames!

ahem. moving on~

when he’s done with all of these tests he’ll finally warm up to them more.

it might be hard for the s/o at first because they felt that mr. richter was just really elegant and perfect and smart, so they try to act as proper as they can around him and are really polite— it takes a while for them to be more casual 😭

#🗒 . writing #💌 . mail #tears of themis #tot #tears of themis x mc #marius von hagen #artem wing #luke pearce #vyn richter #tot marius #tot artem #tot luke #tot vyn

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thinking-about-sw33ts · 3 years

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αѕ ρяσмιѕє∂ нєяє ιѕ σиє σf тнє fαиfι¢ѕ!! ι ωιℓℓ ρσѕт тнє σтнєя σиє αѕ ωєℓℓ, ѕσ ∂σи'т ωσяяу! αи∂ αѕ αℓωαуѕ ιf тнєяє αяє αиу ѕρєℓℓιиg мιѕтαкє(ѕ)/єяяσя(ѕ), ρℓєαѕє тєℓℓ мє αи∂ ι ωιℓℓ fιχ ιт тнє ѕαмє gσєѕ fσя тнє тяαиѕℓαтισи(ѕ)!! αи∂ мαувє fσя α fєω σf тнє ∂єfιиιтισи(ѕ)! αgαιи, αℓℓ σf тнєѕє ωιℓℓ вє σи ωαттα∂ тσσ!

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⭐️Corsets⭐️

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Anime:

🗝Nanbaka🗝

Supporting ship(s):

🎥Tsukumo🎥 X 💢Honey💢

Type:

🌸Fluff🌸

🌶Spicy🌶

AU(Alternative Universe):

🗝Normal🗝

Love interest for Reader:

🛠Trois🛠

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🚻(Y/N)’s P.O.V🚻(Point of View):

“For the last game! Is of course, the sake barrel tournament!” Mitsuru claimed, while floating over the roaring audience. After explaining what the objective was, the game soon began.

Samon immediately charged after Kiji, while Honey and Trois quickly ran towards the large wooden barrel, with cell 8 on their tail.

I feel myself getting worried, knowing that Trois and Honey weren’t really much of a fighter. So cell 8 beating them wouldn't really be much of a surprise.

“Quit it Monkey! Don’t you dare ruin my makeup! Do you know how much time I spent on this!” Kiji cried out, using his dual weapons to dodge Samon’s swinging staff.

“Shut up, Pheasant!” Samon shouted, trying to at least hit one of the pressure spots on Kiji’s body.

Suddenly Trois grabs Honey’s leg before swinging him around, and tossing him towards the wooden sake barrel, Honey landing perfectly in the middle, breaking the wooden seal over the wooden sake barrel, before falling in, and getting soaked by the sake.

The audience being completely silent, clearly shocked by what Trois had done, before roaring out cheers of excitement.

“And there ya have it folks! Seems like Building 3 finally won the new year's tournament, for once!” Mitsuru announced over the mic, clearly pumped up.

Suddenly Kiji brings one of his hands, and places it on his hip, striking a victorious pose. “Hmp, and that’s what you all get for doubting me.” Kiji purred out, his confidence showing.

Honey soon rises from the wooden sake barrel about to shout at Trois for what he just did, before trying to process everything that had happened staring back at the said frenchie.

Once he realizes what had happened he gets out of the barrel before cheering himself. Trois on the other hand stares at me, before flashing a charming, but gentle smile.

I felt my cheeks getting warm, before smiling back. Giving him a thumbs up. “Aren’t you going to give him a victory kiss, inmate 6?” Ahato asked, giving me a closed-eyed smile.

“I suppose so.” I replied, leaning against the red railings, desperately trying to calm down my raging blush. Soon enough Cell 6 returned back to their seats. Each boy being seated on my side.

“I, Ahato, is always and very impressed with what you do! You did great, Kiji Onee-sama! We’ll finally get a raise!~” Ahato fanboyed, high-fiving Kiji with both of his arms.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Mon Amour~” Trois asked, tapping his cheek with his pointer finger. I rolled my (E/C) coloured eyes at him, before giving in, and giving him a victory kiss on his cheek.

While Honey sat on the other side of me, completely ignoring the both of us. The warden soon started her speech congratulating the winning building.

During said speech I had managed to nudge Honey’s arm using my elbow, catching his attention. I pointed to a different building, building 13.

While pointing to the said different building, I was also directly pointing at a certain pink haired shinobi. This action made Honey blush, turning his gaze away from me, and staring at the shinobi.

‘He totally has the hots for him.’ I thought to myself smugly, while smirking. From the corner of my eye, I saw the said shinobi waving at Honey, which Honey waved back. A little smile grazing his face.

‘I didn’t know he could make that face.’ I thought to myself, finally ignoring the two of them, and focusing on the speech.

Soon enough, the speech was over, and the feast took place! After the feast we got escorted back to our cell. “Goodnight you three!~” Kiji announced, doing his final rounds before going home.

Suddenly Honey raises himself using his elbows. Trois doing the same shortly after. While I just turned at them, laying down, too lazy to sit up.

“This year was nice.” Trois commented, smiling softly. “Another year, where I get to see your hideous face, once again, Trois.” Honey teased, a smirk planted on his face. Trois ignored his comment, paying attention to me.

“What did you two want, exactly?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me. “A lingerie viewing exhibit~” Both of them purred out, clearly excited. A little blush could be seen on their cheeks. While their eyes sparkled.

I just shivered, not knowing why they’re so fascinated with women’s underwear. “Lights out!” Ahato announced, before shortly shutting off the lights after. “What about you, (Y/N)?” Trois asked, while Honey didn’t say anything. Although, clearly listening in.

“A phone that stores all genres of Manga, Manhua, Manhwas, and Anime!” I announced, excited. My (E/C) eyes sparkling. “That sounds nice.” Trois commented, a small smile grazing his features.

Soon enough Honey slowly went to sleep, snuggling deeper inside his dark purple futon, the both of us following shortly after. Trois slowly gets up from his mint green futon, and slips in my (Y/F/C) futon.

Trois held me protectively, yet softly, his legs tangled with mine. He raises a few of my (H/C) coloured hair out of my forehead, before planting a soft kiss. Giving my lips a small peck as well. I placed my hand on his cheek, caressing it. He softly grabs my wrist, before planting another kiss directly on it.

Giving me yet another gentle loving smile. Me, softly smiling back.

“Ugh, get a room.” Honey groaned out, annoyed. “Says the one who has a crush on that ninja from building 13.” I replied, annoyed as well, clearly just trying to enjoy peace, and quiet with my lover.

“What!?”

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🚻(Y/N)’s P.O.V🚻(Point of View):

The next day soon came, as well as our prizes. After eating breakfast in the cafeteria. Feeling absolute euphoria eating (Y/F/F), my favorite!~

While Trois ate some Cream stew, and Honey a clam chowder. We quickly got escorted to Kazari’s lab by Kiji. “Oh, hello there number 6. Just wait here, while I grab your prize.” Kazari explained, hurrying to go get the prize from another room.

I sat on a chair, patiently waiting for Kazari to come back. Soon after she comes back with a (Y/F/C) coloured phone, which she hands to me.

“It has all the latest Mangas and Animes, along with some of the oldest ones, and ones in between.” Kazari added, petting my head.

“Thank you so much Kazari!~” I cheered, quickly opening the phone. Hopping on a Manga I’ve always wanted to read. Soon enough we got to the boy’s prize.

Trois inviting Uno, thinking he might want to see it as well, much to Honey’s dismay. Kiji soon comes back, fetching us, before taking us to another separate room. The boys quickly head inside, clearly excited.

“Oh my~” Both boys mutter out, surprised. Once they settle down from their excitement, they scatter looking at the different lingeries, bras, and panties.

“Oh my god! This is pure heaven!~” Honey cheered, looking at the different selections of panties. “They even have white lace~” He mutters out, reading the sign on the bottom. His emerald eyes sparkling with endearment.

Uno soon joins in, entering through the door, before looking at a certain baby blue lingerie two piece set. His ocean coloured eyes sparkling with excitement.

I just stare at the unnecessary commotion their making, my (E/C) orbs judging them ever so slightly. As much as I loved my perverted boyfriend, Trois, sometimes his pervertedness can get out of hand.

I quickly go back to reading (F/M) on my(Y/F/C) phone, ignoring them, and leaning against the wall. That focus slowly breaking from the commotion the boys were making.

I walk around, looking at the different things as well. Before stumbling on a plain (Y/F/C) corset vest. ‘I have been wanting to try a corset for the last few days.’ I wondered to myself, not knowing that I was actually muttering it out. All of a sudden I felt someone hugging me from behind, making me jump, since I was surprised.

I looked behind me only to instantly calm down, seeing that it was only Trois. He places a few strands of my (H/L) (H/C) behind my ear, before trailing a few light, fluttery kisses down my neck. I chuckle, the sensation making me feel slightly ticklish. Making me blush lightly.

“Did that one catch your eye, mon chéri~” Trois asks, his deep rose coloured eyes showing nothing but mischief. “And what if I say yes?” I asked him back, wondering what he had stored.

“Ugh! I told you before, get a fucking room!”

“Damn pretty boy!”

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✨Timeskip✨

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🚻(Y/N)’s P.O.V🚻(Point of View):

“Apparently Honey was allowed to stay at cell 11, building 13 for the night.” Trois explained, using his towel to dry his hair, before brushing it. I nod, to show that I was listening.

“Lights out!” Kiji announces, before doing another round. Soon after the lights shut off, covering us in total darkness. The only light coming from the moon in the starry sky.

“I got you a little of something (Y/N).”

“And what might that be?”

I sat up from my (Y/F/C) futon, curious for what he got me. He quickly goes towards one of the white fancy wardrobes, pulling on one of the bottom drawers, before fetching a medium sized (Y/F/C) wrapped box.

He hands me the box, excited for me to open it. Once I opened it, I realized that it was the corset vest I took a liking to. “How did you even get this?” I asked him, generally surprised, before excitement took place.

He ignored my question, quickly pecking my lips. “You’re too cute for your own good, Mon Amour.” Trois purred out, taking my hand, and kissing it.

“Such a gentleman~” I praised him, feeding his ever growing ego. “Do you mind if you put it on me?” I ask him, turning away in order to hide my red face. “Whatever you need sweetheart~”

Trois sits beside me, before grabbing my wrist, which makes me fall directly on his lap, facing him. He quickly fetches the corset, placing it on me.

I hook the pieces on the front. I feel Trois’ hands on each side of my hips, guiding them up and down, before getting the two strings from the back of the corset, wrapping it around his hands, and pulling.

I slightly jumped, getting startled, before relaxing once again. Once he had completely pulled them he quickly tied them. “You look like an absolute God/Goddess in that (Y/N).” Trois whispers into my ear, before placing his head on my shoulder, cuddling me.

He soon raises his head, capturing my lips against his. Our tongues moved smoothly against each other. We quickly pulled apart, since the need for air was growing stronger. A string of saliva connecting to each other’s lips.

We both panted, clearly out of breath. He headed over to my neck, covering it with noticeable hickeys, and love bites. Before I could moan, I covered my mouth with my hand, so that I wouldn’t make any embarrassing noises.

“People can see them.” I panted out, blush covering my cheeks, from what had earlier happened. “Good~ People can see that you're mine.” Trois replied, smirking to himself.

“Oh my God! Trois what are you doing!” Kiji shrieked out, shining his flashlight on us. “Wait, is that the corset from the exhibit?!” Honey questions, a mixture of surprise and disgust hinted in his voice. “Honey weren’t you supposed to be with your ninja boyfriend!” I questioned back, panicking.

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Translation(s):

• Mon Amour = My Love.

• Mon Cherie = My Dear.

Definition(s):

• (Y/F/C) = Your Favorite Colour.

• (Y/N) = Your Name.

• (H/L) = Hair Length.

• (H/C) = Hair Colour.

• (F/M) = Favorite Manga/Manhua/Manhwa.

• (E/C) = Eye Colour.

• (Y/F/F) = Your Favorite Food.

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teawaffles · 3 years

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There's No Business Like Show Business: Chapter 1

T/N: Takes place after the Phantom of Whitechapel arc (Chapters 25-29 of the manga).

Where there is light, there is shadow. Behind Britain’s glorious prosperity, lay a dark side.

In the capital of the British Empire, one place that embodied these disparities was situated to the east of the City: a slum called the East End. [1]

Here, the buildings were densely packed due to poor urban planning. Complicated alleyways crossed one another like the mesh of a net, serving as prime hideouts for criminals. For better or for worse, its residents were full of raw vitality, and prostitution and barbarity were rife.

In the East End district of Whitechapel, situated northeast from the Tower of London, walked a lone woman—— no, a man.

He had a slender physique, and his shining golden hair added a vivid colour to the grey city streets. With a mole under his eye, and a smile overflowing with confidence, he was a charmingly exquisite beauty.

This man — James Bond — walked forward with grace, paying no heed to the dangerous atmosphere around him.

When they had visited Whitechapel during the Jack the Ripper incident, Bond had heard that William’s birthplace was somewhere nearby. With the incident resolved, in order to understand William’s character better, Bond was now exploring the slum alone.

However, contrary to his dignified steps, a vague depression bloomed deep in his heart.

——As expected, with at least ten years having come and gone, it seemed that nothing related to Will-kun was left……

Bond had carefully searched the district. He even visited the place where a book rental shop once stood; William mentioned he’d lived there with Louis, but just as Moran said, it had already gone out of business.

Dusk was beginning to fall, and he had no more leads to follow regarding William’s past. Dejected, Bond headed towards the main street to make his way back.

“……Oh?”

As he passed by a small, vacant plot, Bond saw something curious.

In the middle of the square were a few young children surrounding a single red-haired girl. Thinking that he’d stumbled onto an incident of bullying, Bond drew nearer to stop them. But as he did so, the girl in the middle spoke up with vigour.

“That’s right. Today’s New Year’s Eve.”

She said so while rubbing her hands together, as if she were in the scene of a play. “Ssh—,” she murmured, then mimed the action of picking something up with her fingertips, and raised that hand into the air.

Going along with the flow, the other children around her each began to make their own strange movements. “Bwoo— bwoo—,” one hummed as they waved their hands above their head, while another went “Honk— honk—” as they flapped both arms like wings.

Watching from the side, this could be seen as a mysterious game played within the unique worldview of a child, but Bond continued to stand there and watch the children’s movements with fascination.

These actions could only be from “The Little Match Girl”.

The girl in the middle of the plot was the matchstick seller, the main character. Then the other children were the visions she saw within the flames of the matches she lit. In other words, they were acting out one of Hans Christian Andersen’s famous fairy tales.

A performance—— In that instant, something from his past began to stir up within him.

James Bond had formerly been Irene Adler, a renowned actress who was also a member of the Warsaw Imperial Opera. However, he had stolen secret documents which would have shaken the country to its core. With his life threatened by the British government, it was then that William and the others had rescued him. After which, he became agent number seven of MI6, and joined the Moriarty brothers’ cause.

Now for all intents and purposes, the woman known as Irene Adler was dead. It then stood to reason that he had stopped his acting work as well. However, even as he pushed forward with his undercover missions, he never once forgot the passion he had for the stage.

The children’s play had piqued Bond’s curiosity, and he was watching on with a smile when they seemed to notice his gaze.

“……Mister, can we help you?”

The girl who acted as the matchstick seller directed her question to Bond. Hearing that, the other children stopped their movements and looked in his direction as well.

He was a little flustered by the unexpected attention, but maintained a mild expression as he apologised.

“Sorry. It seemed interesting, so I couldn’t help but watch. Was that ‘The Little Match Girl’?”

“Yeah, that’s right. But how did you know?”

“I was watching your actions.”

Then Bond pointed to each of the children in turn.

“You would be the main character, the little girl. Then you were the iron stove that appeared in her first vision. You were the delicious goose from her next vision. And you were her grandmother, from her last——“

Bond named each and every one of their roles correctly, and the children beamed.

“That’s amazing! Are you a detective?”

“Detective……”

That word brought to mind a certain man whom he was indebted to.

Bond chuckled. “No, I’m employed at a certain mansion. I was just passing through while on a quick errand.”

“Hmm—”

Without particularly doubting his answer, the girl continued.

“Hey, mister. What did you think of our act?”

Bond pondered over his response. Since they were children, one should probably just give some suitable praise and end it there. But his pride and love for acting which once allowed him to reach the rank of prima donna took over, and the words spilled out.

“It was a splendid performance. ……But I think it would be even better with a little more expression.”

“Ex—pres—sion?”

The girl made a puzzled face, and Bond knelt down to meet her eyes.

“For example, at the start, you wanted to show that you were ‘cold’, yes? You did well back there, but to show that you are cold, you wouldn’t just rub your palms together, ……”

He paused mid-sentence, then made his shoulders shake as he rubbed both palms together, blowing on them as if to warm them up. Somehow, it seemed as though even the colour of his face had changed — a realistic impression of being ‘cold’.

At his exquisite acting with the skill of a former actress, the children began to clap in unison.

“Wow mister, you were amazing!”

Bond took a small bow as he was bathed in applause.

“By learning how to do a few tricks like this, you can make your performances even more entertaining.”

“I get it — can you do any more?” asked one of the children. He nodded readily, then made his hands into the shape of small wings and imitated the sound of a goose honking. The quality of his voice could have easily be mistaken for that of a bird, and the children were once again astonished.

“That’s a goose!” They clapped their hands in glee, requesting other impersonations as well.

Bond humoured every one of them. Without realising it, he had gone from appreciating the children’s make-believe play, to joining in and becoming the centre of attention. But while he was delighted to entertain them, their surroundings were beginning to grow dark, and he was now thinking of hurrying them home.

Just then, the girl who had spoken up at first pointed outside the vacant plot.

“Ah, onee-chan!” she exclaimed, waving her arms vigorously.

Bond turned to look in that direction. There, stood a young woman with a look of disbelief on her face.

She came back to herself as soon as Bond turned around, then rushed over to the children. The girl ran over and hugged the young woman’s knees.

“Onee-chan, welcome back.”

“I’m back, Mae,” she said to the girl with a smile.

Then, she turned fearful eyes towards Bond. The young woman’s chestnut-coloured hair had been tied back; and although she seemed to have a dark atmosphere surrounding her, her features were clean-cut. She appeared not too far removed in age from him.

“Um…… and you would be?”

“Ah, my name is Bond. James Bond,” he introduced himself simply.

“Uh, Mr… Bond?”

But her reaction was slow. Her understanding of the situation definitely had yet to catch up, he thought. A handsome young man playing with children on a dimly-lit vacant plot — indeed, the scene before her was baffling.

Even so, she didn’t seem to be giving off any sense of suspicion or alarm. Just as Bond was beginning to think it strange, she hurriedly bowed her head.

“S—Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I—I’m her sister. My name is Maya.”

“Miss Maya, I see. Pleasure to meet you…… or rather, I’m sure you must’ve been confused to find your sister playing with a stranger. To start off, I would like to sincerely apologise for that.”

Saying that, Bond also bowed his head. He then explained the series of events to Maya, who was bemused by his friendly yet gentlemanly manner.

“——And that’s how Mae and the others invited me to join them.”

“And he’s really good at doing impressions!” boasted one child. Then, along with the other children, they started imitating the voices of the people and animals that Bond had showed them. He’d initially wanted to teach them about acting, but as they went along, the lesson had somehow morphed into a demonstration of mimicry. Well, as long as they had fun, he had no qualms about that.

Maya studied his face as she asked him a question.

“U—um…… Actually, I’d been watching your performance for some time earlier, Mr Bond…… Um, perhaps, you have worked in theatre in the past?”

“Uh……”

For a moment, Bond was lost for words, but he gave a roundabout answer to avoid revealing his true identity.

“That’s not too far from the truth. Well, you could say that I have a personal opinion when it comes to acting.”

“I—I see,” she replied automatically. Her gaze wandered restlessly before she spoke up again, in a cautious tone.

“Um…… Mr Bond. A—Actually I’m, part of a small, theatrical company, with some friends.”

“Really? So you’re an actor too, Maya.”

“Yes, and it really pains me that, you were asked to do impressions so crassly, upon our first meeting, but having seen your acting skills, um, I’d like to ask a big favour from you.”

“……A favour?”

Maya paused for a beat.

“We will soon be putting on a play at a big theatre, s-s—so we would be grateful, if you could watch our rehearsal, Mr Bond,” she said, as if she’d made up her mind.

Then she quickly bowed her head.

“Watch, your rehearsal? Me?”

Bond pointed to himself, surprised at the sudden request. Looking apologetic, Maya continued.

“We’ve been practising as much as we’ve could; but we’re a small theatre company that could close down at any moment, and we’ve never performed at such a large venue before…… With your knowledge of acting, Mr Bond, if you could appraise our performance…… and, if possible, give us some advice…”

“I see,” Bond understood.

According to the Theatres Act of 1843, ‘theatres’ in Great Britain were places where plays could be put up under the purview of the Lord Chamberlain. Moreover, in order to perform certain genres of work, the script had to be submitted for review, and approval had to be obtained.

However, owing to a loophole in the legal system, plays could avoid censorship if they incorporated music. Hence, a good number of informal theatres operated in this manner. In addition, as their audience was mostly comprised of laypeople from the working classes, many of these theatres performed the type of song-and-dance spectacle popular with such a crowd.

From the way Maya talked about her company, he gathered that they had probably been performing musical numbers at unregulated venues like these as well. Hence they had no experience staging an actual play at an officially-licensed theatre, and that was why they were asking him to evaluate their performance.

Having grasped her situation, Bond asked a question that had been niggling at him.

“Just out of curiosity, your theatre company should have a director, right? Wouldn’t they be offended if I were to come in?”

“I’m taking on the direction of the play. B—By the way, I’m also the chairperson.”

Bond was rather surprised at what she said. In truth, it didn’t occur to him that such a timid and seemingly weak-willed person would be in charge of a theatrical company, even if it was a small one.

However, although Maya had tended to keep her eyes downcast throughout, they betrayed no doubt. From that, Bond knew her request was genuine.

“Um…… I suppose it is too much to ask?” she enquired, in a fearful tone.

“——Alright.”

“Wha?”

She had not expected him to agree so easily.

“I’ll take on your request. I’m partly self-taught, but if it’s alright with you, I would love to watch you and your company perform.”

Maya immediately perked up and bowed her head, speaking loudly for the first time.

“T—Thank you so much!” she cried, jumping for joy along with the other children.

Footnotes:

[1] The City refers to the City of London, which is the historic centre of modern London (Wikipedia)

T/Ns:

The sisters’ names could equally have been Maia and May respectively, but I chose Maya as I think it reads better, and Mae to differentiate the two of them more easily.

I had to use onee-chan since Maya specifically introduces herself by name later on.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #english translation #forbidden games

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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Scared of Losing You | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

"Hello there! Your Roman X Reader fics are awesooome! And I want to suggest a request: an Roman Sionis X Male Reader when the reader is caught in a fight between Sionis, the Joker and the Bat family, and gets badly hurt (Joker 's fault). Roman had to deal with the Batman to save his love from death - Angst and fluff at the end + The Batman trying to save reader as he sees him as the only person who can calm Roman. Thanks in advance!!!" @jiejie-eonni-onee-sama

A/N: Thank you so much! That means a lot! <3 I really hope you like it and that I managed to do your idea justice! Thanks so much for this delightful request!!

summary; Basically what it says above: You’re badly hurt by the Joker, Batman helps you and Roman basically, Roman is afraid of losing you.

notes; TW/CW // Hospital; Severe Injuries; Flesh Wounds; Broken Bones; Stab Wounds; Violence (none of these things are really explicit, though, but if any of this triggers you, please be cautious!). Male!Reader; Angst; Fluff; Anxiety; probably non-accurate descriptions of hospitals and such, because I suck; Roman’s usual nicknames for Reader in my fics.

Never in his forty-plus years of living, had Roman thought he'd end up in a situation such as this. It all happened far too fast for his liking; and in retrospect, he should have guessed this would happen. The clown just wasn't to be trusted. Nobody was. Not in this line of business anyway. The Joker had some specific connections that Roman needed in order to acquire a special kind of weaponry. Of course, upon discussing this with the clown prince of crime, he had been a little too agreeable, which should have made Roman more suspicious of him than he had been in the end. Either way, they had made a deal and discussed when and where to meet to get the business going. Now, Roman found himself in a fight with the backstabbing son of a bitch, namely the Joker, and also the fucking Batman and his little birds. Of fucking course! The latter had come in addition, as they had gotten wind of the ruckus caused by Black Mask's, and also the Joker's, underlings. It had already been bad enough, but with the bat and his birds there, Roman had been distracted, busy fighting the one and only Batman, who had gone between him and the Joker. All the while, the clown had taken the opportunity to snatch you away from the corner behind some wooden boxes, where Roman thought to have placed you safely. He hadn't thought the deal to be too dangerous, nor for it to take long, so he had allowed you to tag along, whilst being surrounded by his men. Unfortunately, those precautions hadn't been enough, when the fight had started.

Roman hadn't even noticed what had happened until he had heard your anguished screams, the agony and bone-chilling terror in your voice. His stomach turned almost painfully as he finally registered those sounds, suddenly frozen in place. Graciously the bat had noticed it too, and stopped the punch he was about to land onto Black Mask before it actually made contact with him. When he finally turned his head to seek you out, he saw the Joker looming over your bloodied, twisted and bruised figure. Rage, anxiety and hurt filled Roman to the brim. His sight narrowed in on the Joker, his vision red, his posture tense and dangerous. With a rapidly beating heart, he stepped towards you in quick, booming strides. Holding his gun against the Joker's temple, Black Mask spoke lowly, hissing his commands, "Let go of him. Right now! Or else I will blow your fucking brains out." "As if you aren't planning on doing that anyway," the Joker replied, grinning maniacally with blood splattered on his face. Your blood. "No, actually. I'm planning on fucking torturing you to death some other day. Let him fucking go. I won't fucking repeat myself!" To his chagrin, the Joker's grin only widened, especially when he noticed that Roman's hand was a little unsteady. This never fucking happened! He was a good shot! He always had steady hands! In quick succession, the clown had suddenly grabbed onto Roman's arm and twisted it, making his grip loosen and the gun clattering to the floor. Fuck! Not too long after, Roman wrenched his arm out of the Joker's hands and swung fist after fist into that ugly grimace of the other man. With sickening cracks resounding from either Roman's knuckles and the Joker's face, the Black Mask kept punching until he was suddenly pulled off the other man by a strong pair of arms. "You need to stop," the Batman growled into his ear. "Fuck you! You don't fucking tell me what to do, you fuck!" Roman yelled, trying to get out of the steel grip the bat had on him. The Joker was coughing and wheezing, as he writhed on the grimy, bloodied warehouse floor, a grin still spread on his battered face. He was dragged away by the little birds. Then Roman was suddenly let go of, and he collapsed to his knees. You laid only a few feet away from him. You hadn't moved at all, couldn't possibly. From the looks of it your one leg was broken, an open one, one of your arms was twisted sickeningly, and there was way too much blood all over you to have only been caused by those two limbs. "I'll help him," the Batman rasped, looking at Roman, who swallowed thickly, barely even looking up for a second, his mouth slack. "How? Why?" "I believe he's the only one that will keep you from going on a killing spree right now. I'll take him to the closest hospital. The staff there is really good and can be trusted, I promise. But I need to take him immediately, or else he won't make it." Cautiously, Roman looked at the bat for a few moments, assessing, then he looked back down at your mangled body and nodded weakly, whispering his broken agreement. After that, everything happened in a rush, a haze, Roman couldn't possibly piece it all together. He just knew that the Batman carefully picked up your almost lifeless, quietly whimpering, body and brought you outside to his car. He instructed his birds, Roman couldn't remember what he said, but he knew for some reason he was let off the hook that night, as Nightwing helped him away and to the hospital, after the other birds took care of the Joker and his men until the police would arrive. It certainly wasn't one of his best moments, Roman had to admit. He was trembling, unable to speak, shaken up. This wasn't like him at all. Nothing had ever made him feel quite like this. He hated it. Yet, the thought of losing you was something he hated even more. Hours and hours later, in which Roman had paced around the waiting room of the hospital, thinking up the worst possible scenarios that could have happened from then on, a doctor finally came in to update him on your status, "The surgeries were a success. There weren't any major complications. Obviously, his leg and arm were broken, quite cleanly even, so it was easy to fix those. He also suffered from some stab wounds to his abdomen and thighs, such as cracked ribs, and many bruises and open wounds due to impact from dull objects, probably. We were able to fix him up well enough, though. He's in CCU now and will be put into a general room, when he's woken up. You can go to him now, of course, Mr Sionis." "Thank you," Roman rasped, nodding curtly and then following a nurse to the CCU and your room there. As he went in, Roman had to halt for a second and take a deep, steadying breath. You looked awful, mangled, still so lifeless. Tubes and wires were connected to your body, your broken, twisted arm was in a cast and a sling, such as your hurt leg. Your body was basically all bandages, up to your neck, from what was visible to him outside the blanket and hospital gown. Your face also had some bandages and plasters on it, such as swellings in various sickening colours and some crusted blood. Roman never wanted to see you like this ever again. Thanks to his money and influence, he was allowed to stay, and you were given a sizable bed, so both of you could fit on it. Cautiously, Roman laid down on the mattress, on your 'better' side, without the broken arm and leg, which were both on your left side. He kept a few inches between himself and you, carefully lacing your hands together. Gently, he stroked his thumb over your knuckles, lifting your hand up to his face and kissing it softly. Not for the first time that night, he wondered what exactly the Joker had done to you. He wondered why he had done it. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it sooner, why he hadn't been able to stop that fuck before it had gotten so bad. Shaking his head slightly, he tried to get rid of those thoughts. They were of no use. It was done now anyway. You were still alive and that was all that mattered to him. He didn't care if you were immobile for a while, or perhaps forever. He didn't care if you had to be fed by a tube for a while, or perhaps forever. He just cared that you were still here, alive. And wasn't that a weird thing for him to feel and think- to want? Looking at you like this, he focused on your chest and it's gentle rise and fall. The proof that you were still here, still alive. The beeping of the monitors underlined it, but it wasn't the same as seeing you breathe. Even if it was helped by the tubes in your mouth and throat. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered into the nearly silent room. Roman has never told you that. He started to regret that now. It was something that didn't pass his lips easily. It was something that was tinted with lies and trauma for him and you knew that. He had explained it to you one day when the two of you had gotten into an argument about this whole thing. He knew it had hurt you that he couldn't say it back, whenever you uttered those sacred words. Neither of you had wanted to have a fight ensue, but in the end it had helped to make the two of you understand each other better. Ever since, it hasn't been a problem anymore. Yet, Roman had to admit that perhaps he should have tried harder to make those words work for you at least, after all. Even a variation of synonyms could have been an idea, but he didn't really think of that before. He couldn't be happier for you to still be alive, so he could make up for it. At least he hoped he could still say it, when you woke up. Those words always got stuck in his throat, when he had tried to say them before, and then he had given up. With a heavy sigh, he kept watching you in silence, trying to stay awake until you would finally wake up, but as time passed, his eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep next to you, your hands still intertwined. After two days of constant anxiety, regular check-ups from the doctor, and sleeping as restless as he never had before, Roman finally felt and saw you stir, your eyes fluttering open. The night before, the tubes in your mouth and throat had finally been removed, now you had breathing aids through your nose instead. "Hey, baby," Roman whispered softly, grasping your hand in his, gently stroking over it with his thumb. Blearily, you turned your head and looked at him, a grimace of pain on your face. It made Roman's heart clench painfully. A weak grumble left your lips. With a sweet kiss to your knuckles, Roman leaned over and pressed the button to call the doctor. They checked you over and then put you in your own room on the general station. There, Roman lay down next to you again, gently taking your hand into his once more. Fortunately, the doctor said you were bound to recover completely, and so far there were no complications or anything, but you would have to rest a lot. "Roman," you rasped quietly. Smiling slightly, Roman leaned into you and kissed your bruised cheeks softly. "Welcome back," he whispered against it, his lips brushing over your skin. "What even...?" "You don't remember what happened?" "Not entirely. I kind of, I- I don't know. I know we were in the warehouse to meet the Joker and that something went wrong. But I don't remember much after. The doctor said it was normal, and it would probably come back soon, though," you explained, your voice raspy and broken from not having used it and having had tubes down your throat. "Alright, 'kay. It's probably for the better that you don't remember it, right now." "Yeah, I can see why. Even through the morphine, I can feel the pain, ugh. I must have caused some shit, though. I'm sorry." "Is it bad?", you shook your head. "And don't you fucking apologise. Fuck, you haven't done anything wrong, I'm sure. I don't know exactly what happened or why he did it, but that fucking clown was suddenly on you and---" Roman couldn't continue that sentence then. The thought alone made him choke on the words, a lump forming in his throat. He swallowed thickly and squeezed your hand tightly. "Oh, alright. Are you okay, Roman?" "I'm alright. Don't fucking worry about me. Oh my fucking God, baby! I'm not the one, who is fucking attached to tubes and wires!" "Right, right, sorry!" Shaking his head, Roman leaned into you and shut you up by capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, pecking your lips repeatedly. "I was--- really fucking worried about you. I'm just glad you're alive. And especially awake again." Smiling slightly, though it pulled more into a kind of grimace, probably due to the bruises all over your face, you looked at Roman. Even though your eyes were so bleary, they held so much adoration in them. It was truly breathtaking to him. The words were climbing up his throat, wanting to get out. Roman opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, closed it once more. Patiently, you looked at him. "For fuck's sake!" Roman muttered, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, before opening them back up and looking at you with tears shining in his eyes and an open expression on his face. He heard your breath hitch. "I- fuck! I love you, Y/N. I was afraid of losing you. I never fucking want to go through that again. 'Kay?" Tears gathered in your eyes and one slipped out and down the corner of your eye. Gently, he wiped it away with his index finger. "I love you, too, Roman. So much. I- I'm glad I'm still here, as well, my love," you whispered, a watery smile gracing your chapped lips, "And I'm very proud of you for saying it, y'know?" "You better not get too used to it, my sweet boy," Roman rasped, grinning, but quickly sobered up again, "Enough of those heartfelt moments, though, ugh!" "Hmmm, not really, but yeah, okay. I'm tired anyway. I think I should sleep some more, right?" "Definitely. Go to sleep, my little prince. I'll be here when you wake up, 'kay? I promise. I'm not going anywhere." Your eyes fluttering shut, you were still smiling, when your breaths slowly evened out, while Roman was looking at you like a hawk, making sure your chest kept rising and falling, despite now having evidence of you being alright. It didn't feel like it just yet, but it would have to do. You were alive and going to be better. He just had to keep telling himself that. At least he could now sleep with the knowledge that he's been able to tell you that he loved you.

#tw hospital #tw injury #tw flesh wound #tw violence #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #male reader insert #roman sionis #roman sionis x male reader #roman sionis x y/n #roman sionis x you #roman sionis fanfiction #roman sionis imagine #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x male!reader #ewan mcgregor fanfiction #ewan mcgregor imagine

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daiseukiis · 3 years

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ┊ 02 ┊ 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 ┊ 04

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"HERE, IT'S FROM YOUR SISTER." mizuki reaches out to gojo who passes by the hallway of the dorms. she was in her normal clothing, her off day. a dark blue sweater engulfs her body along with the black jeans and hair that was tied in a mess with a single clip. she took a few steps to catch up the male that walked pass her room.

"huh? what is it." gojo turns to face her, taking in her homey look before inspecting the white paper bag in her hands. mizuki brings it out for the sorcerer to grab as she straightens up her posture.

"she's doing well, she talked a lot about you when i visited." she explains and exhales softly, catching her breath after having a hectic schedule.

"my giri no ani and nephew?" gojo takes the bag and looks through the contents which his sister had brought him from overseas.

"he's still capable of protecting them and safe delivery to onee-san." she puts her hand on her hip, a defeated smile to see how after all these years there was still that small distrust he felt towards his in-law. 'what an overgrown protective goof.'

"snacks, photos and... a letter?" he grabs out the small white envelope for both of them to see.

"letter?" mizuki repeats after him and watches as he opens up the envelope to read what was written inside. seeing that her job to deliver the presents that his sister had bought for him, her presence there was no longer needed. it's not as if he also would share what was the contents in the letter either, so mizuki went to take her leave.

"alright, your turn." gojo hums.

"what?" mizuki snaps back, turning her head to face him after her hand just reached her doorknob. gojo walks towards the short figure, "where's my souvenir?"

"what?" she asks once again, she had to know that he was messing around because, well, this is gojo we're talking about. her face scrunched up her nose, filling her expression with confusion and mild taste of shock when he didn't respond in the next seconds that he was joking.

"you heard me, mizuki fuyusame." gojo stands tall in front of her figure, to the point mizuki had to stretch her neck more than usual to see his blindfolded face. he let's out a small chuckle as he watches her expression transition into a scowl.

'ugh, i hate being called by my full name.' it wasn't something gojo would do often, but he did have a knack for annoying the other sensei of their school. "what makes you think i bought anything for you?"

"our precious yukihana told me so." he takes a step back, smirking mischievously as he watches mizuki's face start to slowly pale as dust of pink appear on her cheeks. "then again, you never give them to me and just keep them stuffed in your closet."

'that's why all the souvenirs i buy disappear. it was mari's doing.' mizuki's palm lands on her forehead, causing strands of her hair to fall on to her face. she really needed to fix her appearance right now, but dismissed that fact. groaning, she looks straight at gojo with full confidence.

"i didn't buy you anything, now leave me alone." clasping her hand onto her hair clip, she releases her silky brown locks so it would fall down her waist, stuffing the clamp into her hoodie's pocket. mizuki's wrist turns to open her door and leave, that was until gojo catches her attention.

"are you sure about that? what's this then." he holds up a light beige button up shirt in front of her, making her turn to look back at him. eyes went wide the moment it fell on the article, reaching out for the shirt only for him to bring it higher to a point which she couldn't reach.

"that's for me!" mizuki tries to jump up for the shirt, it was still too high for her to reach. 'stupid tall bastard!'

"mens size?" he hums out. mizuki who had given up trying to take back the shirt took a step back, crossing her arms and staring at the blindfolded man, "clothes have no gender. what does it being in the mens section have anything to do with what i wear?"

"how about wearing my shirts next then?" he took a step closer to mizuki as he plants a hand beside her head, trapping her between the suddenly closed door and his body. the smirk on his face was once more teasing the female, one which she quickly mirrored back.

"the same one you're wearing that's going to have a hole in it?" mizuki's hand gently laid atop gojo's chest, above his heart as she inches her face closer to his. her lips even centimeters away from touching his, tension built up.

"my pleasure, but let me kill you first."

"you never cease to give me chills."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"as much as i would love to stay and watch your teamwork flourish, i got some business to attend to." gojo grins and waves his hand to his four students who stare at him.

their mission was around the outskirts of shizuoka prefecture, many said that there were paranoia activity happening in the abandoned school building just right behind them. this was the mission mizuki had mentioned that day before.

"fuck off, you just didn't wanna be here for this mission." kiyara quickly swears at her sensei, eyes and lips flat as she knew this was just some sort of facade for the said man so he could go sugar hunting. if anything, she was confused exactly how he didn't develope diabetes yet with his sweet tooth.

"bingo! but you're all more than capable of clearing a grade two mission." gojo gives them a thumbs up along with his grin to brighten up their gloomy atmosphere.

to say the least the weather was completely terrible. rain clouds were approaching to the point it looked like even a storm was brewing, despite the fact it was morning. they were going to kill off curses in a shady abandoned school, to top it off, their sensei was irresponsible and decided he would leave his students up to the task as he goes to buy souvenirs while they could possibly die.

all was so dandy for him.

"i'm going to seriously punch you." fushiguro declares.

"anyways, i'll be back to pick you four up." turning on his heels he waves out to them.

"we got this. just go do whatever the hell you want and by the time you get back here, we'll already be out eating ramen." kiyara mirrors his actions, walking past her colleagues and towards the building.

"oh? is that some sort of encouragement for your classmates?" gojo glances behind him, looking to see any sort of reaction from her or even the rest of his students.

"no," stopping a few steps from her three classmates, she turns her head back to lock eye contact with her sensei ( or so she hoped she did ) and sends a smile. "just a fact."

'wow, she's either really confident or really stupid.' kugisaki furrows her brows at kiyara, she knew her opinion on her was a questionable one. but then again, maybe this was how all tokyo girls acted. she never really could put a certain thought on her.

"let's go." fushiguro was the first to follow her lead, the two catching up to them as they entered the building.

"this is one creepy school." kiyara states as she inspects the dark halls. her eyes look around to see if there were any curses that were lingering, while fushiguro's divine dogs continue to sniff them out.

"it's abandoned for a reason." fushiguro comments back at kiyara who lets a nervous giggle out.

"so, what was up with this place again?" itadori watches as shivers run down his spine, witnessing kiyara throw a dagger straight into fourth grade curse head without blinking an eye. both him and kugisaki give each other glances, this was different than the kiyara they first met.

"missing teens that would dare each other to come, appearently screams at night and moving shadows. the basics." picking up the cursed dagger on the wall after disposing of the curse, she slid it back by her right thigh.

"there's not a lot of curses here." kugisaki looks throughout the place, she too, threw a nail and slammed it with her hammer to exorcise a low grade curse.

"isn't this is a grade two mission?" itadori ponders and stares through ruined classroom windows, desks were broken and was completely dusted. 'probably been over fifteen years since someone last used this place...'

"it's in the gym." their advances came to a stop, fushiguro's divine dogs growling and barking at the door sealed with chains in front of them. itadori was the first to react, walking forwards and effortlessly kicking the metal door with ease. both doors fly across the gym auditorium causing dust to fly around the dimly lit room.

"what the hell does he eat?!" kiyara's mouth drops, kugisaki standing behind her also adds on, "right?! that isn't normal! it's freakishly weird! to top it off he chomped down sukuna fingers!"

"it was only backed up with aluminum metal and it's just old." itadori turns around and gives them a blank look, blinking as he scratches the nape of his neck.

"like hell that changes anything!" they scream.

"help me! please!" their eyes dart to a high school girl, one that seemed to be older than them. even in the dark, they can see the tint of blue that coloured her hair. a curse was holding her by the neck while their nail was stabbing through her waist.

"it has a hostage!" fushiguro screams out as all four of them run in only to be greeted with multiple lower grade curses.

"the gym's infested!" kugisaki brings out more of her nails, itadori grabbing hold of his slaughter demon as kiyara takes out her daggers.

"yuji, you're with me!" kiyara grabs hold of the pinkett's foresleeve and makes him dash with her towards the hostage.

"wait!ー huh? why are they suddenly fighting each other?" itadori stares at the scenes where a few curses had start to fight and destroy each other, confusing him. "is this your jujutsushiki?"

"faded." kiyara and itadori quickly split when a curse separates them, but suddenly it got confused when they 'disappeared' from it's sight. in complete sync the teenagers cut each arm off from both sides and sliced it in half before continuing.

"it let's me to make illusions and change my presence." she threw her daggers at the head of curse causing it to fly back, as itadori did the finishing touches by slicing it by the fingers and thrusting his weapon right through.

"that's pretty cool!" he grins and catches the hostage that fell into his arms, she instinctively wrapped her limbs around his body as itadori carried her bridal style.

"thank you so much... i was so scared." the girl hugs on to itadori, tears seeping through her deep forest hues as he crouches down on the floor, setting her to the ground. "you'll be fine now, onee-san."

'wait, this seems too easy...' kiyara picks up her daggers which were indented on the floor of the gym, throwing it once more for a curse to fade away. she felt something wrong with the scenery, like something was missing from the big picture.

'something's off.' she wasn't the only one that felt different about this mission, kugisaki and fushiguro were unsettled about the amount of low grade curses which grouped together.

'my shikigamo are still picking up curses, but where?' fushiguro watches as his one dog chewed the remaining corpse of a curse, the other growling in attack mode. he raises his brow, looking towards the direction it was barking at.

his eyes fell on itadori, kiyara and the girl they saved. he saw the tears which fell to the floor which glistened through the gloomy room. but from closer inspection, something moved around them, chains started to move.

"shit! she's a cursed spirit!" fushiguro screams to their direction as his heart starts to pound, no, no. eyes widen when his connected with kiyara's amethyst hues that were only filled with late realization. he tries to run to them, hand out to try and grasp her body.

"smart cookie, aren't ya?"

tags ; @to-move-on-means-to-grow @dearsukuna @sukun4s @inumakiful

notes ; these are probs gonna be all qued bc im lazy

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sgmwesters · 3 years

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╰ ❛ 💉 — › brittany snow. cis woman. she/her. . ╯ have you met april kepner yet ? this thirty year old taurus has been living in the seattle area for five years. she makes a living as a trauma attending, which is best suited for their perky, compassionate, neurotic, and tenacious personality. saturday sun by vance joy is one of their favorite songs, and they’re written by em, 25, gmt, she/her, no triggers

B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N

full name: april mary kepner.

nickname(s): apes, kep, red, ducky, virgin mary.

age: thirty (30).

date of birth: 23 april 1991, taurus.

hometown: columbus, ohio.

current location: seattle, washington.

ethnicity: white.

nationality: american.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

orientation: this is the only one that i think i can safely say is hetero i am so sorry to olivia hayes.

religion: christian.

political affiliation: democrat.

occupation: trauma attending.

living arrangements: ?? was with jackson, undecided currently.

language(s) spoken: english.

accent: none.

P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E

face claim: brittany snow.

hair color: auburn.

eye color: blue.

height: 5 ft 3.

weight: 120lbs.

build: slender.

tattoos: none.

piercings: just lobes.

clothing style: sometimes you can tell she was raised on a farm, ya know?

usual expression: fairly cheerful.

distinguishing characteristics: none.

H E A L T H

physical ailments: none.

neurological conditions: none.

allergies: pine nuts.

sleeping habits: varies depending on stress levels.

eating habits: sometimes i wonder if she should cook smaller portions she eats so many leftovers.

exercise habits: this is not something that happens.

emotional stability: probably an eight actually, 2 if mia’s around.

sociability: chirpy, sociable.

body temperature: moderate.

addictions: none.

drug use: none.

alcohol use: socially.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

positive traits: perky, compassionate.

negative traits: neurotic, tenacious.

fears: plenty - usually death centered, her own or her loved ones.

F A V O U R I T E S

weather: bright sunshine.

colour: orange.

music: upbeat, singalong vibes.

movies: the little mermaid.

sport: as competitive as she is, there isn’t really onee.

beverage: loves a smoothie.

food: her mother’s lasagne.

animal: horses - reminds her of the one she had growing up.

H E A D C A N O N S

see april’s previous bio here - it didn’t follow the same format as the others so it’s being linked rather than reformatted.

2 0 2 1 U P D A T E S

april has had her thirtieth birthday, and has since returned to seattle after stint in ohio being sad. jackson did come to get her from moline, but their current status is undetermined (basically if anyone wants to bring him japril doesn’t have to thrive).

her and jackson were living together pre-ohio, so whether that still stands is also to be determined to be honest.

april is currently waiting to resit her board exams, so she’s as insufferable about them as she was the last time. she needs help studying and part of her is convinced she’s destined to fail again. these will take place june 2021.

april is working as an acting trauma attending, pending the results of her boards. she would have been on limited duties if mia wasn’t still recovering from the crash, but she is nevertheless treading very carefully. she knows there will be no next chance if she fails her boards again - it’s all or nothing for her now.

W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

april kepner deserves love and i stand by that - from literally anyone at this point. give her the love she deserves.

would like to do the samuel plot at some point because i do enjoy hurting every single one of my muses?? might be fun x

another mercy wester??? how rogue would that be bring someone that came across with the merger like her, maybe them, april and reed were a trio so that could be painful and interesting.

#━━ ✦ 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐍𝐄𝐑 ❮ biography ❯#newintros

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AtsuHina: T w o W o r l d s (侑日:2つの世界)

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"You see," she whispered onto his warm slender arms, wrapped with thick cotton. "They were kicked out of the palace."

"Palace?" Seiji looked at the girl in his arms. "What do you mean 'palace'?"

"Oh! I didn't tell you yet, haven't I?" Her amber orbs looked right into his blueberry orbs. He flushed all shades of red. He can't find the reason why but it made him...uncalm or what's the word? Ah, uncertain that makes his heart beat an unhealthy pace, I guess? He then shook his head slowly, still staring onto those two sparkling stars of the petite girl.

"I'm a crown princess. I'm part of the Imperial Family. Not the human Imperial Family, but the Imperial family of Kitsunes..."

"Oh, you mean a Kitsune or a fox spirit?"

"Yeah! Wait how did you-"

"We learn Japanese Mythology."

"Oh-wait-Japanese Mythology?! We're myths?!"

"Yeah. Why are you so shocked about it?"

"Baka! We thought that human beings-li-like you know that we're real."

"No, you're just myths to us. I feel like I'm dreaming when I saw you."

She was now the one who was flushing all the shades of red. She saw that statement differently. Like, she was a miracle or a blessing from the heavens to him. Maybe she's being a little assuming. But, while he spoke that statement, she heard him muttering it, so softly that she doesn't know if she really heard it right. Seiji gazed down, staring at the concrete playground ground with rose-coloured cheeks.

"Dreaming? Did I hear that right?"

"Yes, you heard that right," He baffled out the words, not making contact because of shyness.

"Well, this isn't a dream."

He looked at her.

"You just hugged me."

He stared at her.

"Are you okay?"

He was back in reality.

"Sorry, I spaced out."

She giggled, he flushed all colours of red once again. The feeling in his stomach and mind is woozy, he's quite unfamiliar in what he's feeling. Has he fallen in love? His older brother said to him that if you feel something peculiar in your stomach and head, your heart beating fast, and you feel warm with them, you have fallen in love. He wants to deny these feelings, he just met her. But his heart whispers, she's someone that he will spend the rest of his life with, even after death. He started to forget the reason why her twin brothers were kicked out of the palace, her too.

"OSAMUUUUUU"

Osamu, who was making Origiris for Akari, looked startled when he heard someone say his name angrily. He looked at the person to shout his name, being irritated that the fact it was his bothersome and dramatic twin, Atsumu.

"What do you want?" He inquired with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY STUFF?!"

"What do you mean, I never touch your things-"

"My bracelet?!"

"Oh that," he then looked back at his Onigiris. "I did nothing to that."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DID NOTHING?! I SMELL YOU SCENT ON MY ROOM!"

"Because," He answered, wished he did not but he needed to or he will hear his annoying brother scream at him for the whole day. "We share the same room. Are you an idiot?"

"NO!" He groped the grey hakama Osamu is wearing and shake him hard. "WHERE'S IS MY BRACELET?!"

"Alright! Fine!" He then pushed Atsumu's hand away from gripping his shirt then gave the chrysalis blue bead bracelet from his pocket and gave it to him. Atsumu then snatched it from him, leaving a grumpy pout on his face. "I don't like you!" He then left. Osamu the shouted.

"Do you think I like you too?! Baka!"

"Hmph!" Atsumu then squirmed out of the room, wearing his blue bead bracelet on his left hand. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the bracelet in his wrist. This bracelet was given to him or practically made for him by his older sister, to know he lost contact to. He looked up at the sky with a sad expression on his face.

"Onee-chan," he began to sob, missing his elder sister. "I miss you..."

"I miss you so much. I want to see you again."

Osamu then went out of the kitchen, holding an Onigiri in his hands. He then strode over to his sobbing brother, looking at him.

"You miss Onee-chan?"

"I do..."

"Here," He then handed the Onigiri to Atsumu. He gladly took it.

"I also miss Onee-chan...I wonder what happened to her now?"

"There are rumours that she turned into a human and married one too."

He then took a bite from the Onigiri, still looking up at the sky with crystal tears shedding from his eyes. Then, to his surprise, the one beside him started crying too. He looked at him, confused.

"Why are you crying?"

"I-I-I..." He covered his face with his fists, crying as softly as he can. Atsumu then softly patted his back.

"I miss her..."

"I want to see her again. Play with her again. I want to her incredible stories, her vicious imagination. I want to hear her pleasant and angelic voice. I miss her hugs. I miss her advice. I miss her love. Onee-chan...come back...please..."

Atsumu started to cry even more.

The two foxes cried in the middle of a meadow, screaming on top of their lungs how much they miss their beloved sister.

And from afar, Akari was eating her Onigiri, dumbfounded about why his older brothers (that's what she calls them) are crying on a happy day in Autumn.

Hinata looked at the distance with blank eyes. He's always curious about that forest, so dark that you can't see anything else from 5 feet deeper into the forest. His best friend, Yamaguchi and Yachi looked at him, then looked at each other with 'what's wrong with him' faces. Yachi then tapped Hinata's shoulder, he looked at her.

"Why do you always look far if we pass this forest?"

"I do?"

"Yeah," Yamaguchi muttered, looking at the forest standing in front of them.

Yachi then moved closer to Hinata, whispering in his ear. "There's a rumour that an old Shinto Shrine stands in the middle of the forest."

"I also heard that once you go in, you'll never find your way out," Yamaguchi scooted closer to Hinata, also whispering.

"I want to go inside..."

"You're going to get lost!" Yachi whisper-shouted, looking at Hinata. Yamaguchi nodded in agreement.

"I know...but..it's killing me..what's out there..."

"Just, don't," Yamaguchi took Hinata's arm and held it tightly. Yachi pleaded him with sad eyes.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" He inquired, giggling.

"Please..." Yamaguchi muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll get lost," Yachi said.

"And you won't come back," Yamaguchi started to sob.

Hinata laughed as carefree as he can. Yachi and Yamaguchi looked at each other, confused.

"Don't worry, I won't be lost! C'mon, let's go back home."

And the three children went back home, Yamaguchi clinging onto Hinata's arm and Yachi leading the way. But little did the two children know that Hinata, the oldest one out of all of them, is going to go there at night out of curiosity.

He braced himself. He's ready.

"Alright, I got my flashlight. I'm good to go," He told himself. His friends told him not to go into that scary forest but he will, though he himself is scared too. He looked at the distance, the forest having no artificial lights except the sidewalk's light. He walked towards the dark forest, putting his flashlight in front of him. His hands are shaking, he breathes in and out slowly and quietly. He thinks there may be predators ready to eat him, a little child, alive. He stopped in his tracks hearing a faint rustle of bushes in the distance. The sound went closer and closer until it was approximately 10 meters away. He looked at where the sound came from, only to see almond eyes tinted chestnut. He gasped. He wanted to run away but his feet are glued down the ground. The figure then got out of the bush, making Hinata scared even more that made his cry. The figure then spoke with a gentle voice, taking all the child's worries away.

"Why are you awake at this hour?"

Hinata then looked at the guy. He had a slender built, his hair coloured like the sun, his tail also coloured the same hue, his eyes tinting different shade of chestnut, hinting with a little bit of green and grey. He had 9 tails spreading out behind him, and his ears tall and large. He stared at the child. Hinata stared at the mysterious young man.

"Who are you?"

"Before I answer your question, answer mine first," His tone so cold that it made Hinata tremble more in fear.

"I-I just as cu-cur-curios abou-about-t th-thi-this pl-pla-place," The words were clogged up his throat, the feeling of fear arousing.

Is this a predator? Is he going to eat me...He thought.

"Thank you for answering my question. But, aren't you scared?"

"I am."

"Then, why are you here?"

"Before I answer your question, answer mine," he smugged.

This boy, Atsumu said to himself, scoffing mentally.

"Miya Atsumu. I'm a fox spirit. You?"

"I'm Hinata Shoyo..."

"Now, answer my question."

"Rumours say that there's an abandoned Shinto Shrine here so I want to check it out..."

He looked away, Atsumu tilted his head in confusion.

"You want to see it?"

"Yes please..."

"Follow me."

He walked away slowly, showing the little boy the way. Hinata then put his flashlight in front of him to see where the fox spirit is walking towards. Atsumu then stopped then turned to where the light came from.

"What's that?" He inquired, stepping closer to the boy. He kneeled and stared at the small artificial plastic-covered light the child's holding. "Can I see?" Hinata then gave the flashlight to Atsumu, who was playing with it in curiosity.

"That's a flashlight..."

"Like a lamp?" He looked at the owner of the flashlight. Hinata nodded.

"Oh. Never have I seen this before."

He then handed the artificial plastic-covered light back to Hinata. He stood up, steadying his position. He then dug in his shirt to find something. Hinata watched Atsumu, he has no clue what he was taking. Atsumu then showed a green pendant tied up in a brown rope. It then lit up. Hinata was amazed.

"You like it?" He asked, smirking with arrogance.

Hinata nodded.

"This will help more," He then placed it on his neck, and it emitted more light. He then offered his hand to the little boy, and Hinata gladly took it.

"Let's go."

"Hmm!" He said, beaming.

Atsumu's heart then skipped a beat.

They then arrived at the old abandoned shrine, where vines and leaves inhabitant it. This is what Hinata imagined, but a little dirtier. Atsumu then let go of Hinata's hand. And when he let go, Hinata runs around the shrine.

"Shoyo-kun!" He then shouted as Hinata is on the verge to trip. Good thing he caught the excited little lad. "Are you okay?! Don't go running here! It's dangerous!"

Hinata then looked at Atsumu's tail. He looked at it and offered, "You want to touch it, don't you?"

"It looks soft..."

Atsumu then gave one tail to Hinata. He then smiled and started touching it.

"Soft..."

Atsumu then wrapped his tails around Hinata that made a comfy chair for him. He then stood up, carrying the small Hinata in his tails, and went to the shrine's stairs, in which where he sat down, still Hinata behind him, playing with one of his sun-tinted tails.

"Is it soft?"

"Yes..."

"Is it comfy there?"

"Hmm," he mumbled a yes, he was busy getting comfortable with the soft tails around him.

"Mr Atsumu..."

"What's with the foreign honorific?" He questioned, looking at the distracted boy.

"Oh sorry, I'm used to it."

"Alright, what's your question?"

'Can I come here to meet you often?"

"Of course," He gladly agreed. It feels like there's a connection between them.

"How?"

"Hm?"

"I don't know which way."

"Oh right..."

"I also don't know how to go home..."

"It's getting late, I guess..."

Atsumu then saw something shimmering from his wrist. To then, it was the bracelet his older sister made for him. He didn't really want to give it to the child, but he has to. The bracelet has its kind of peculiar magic to show the way, where you want to go and way back home. He then removed the bracelet from his arms and gave the little boy the bracelet. Hinata stared at it.

"What's this?"

"It will help you find me. It has some magic that will tell you your way back home or the way to me."

"To you?"

Atsumu then realized what he just said.

"To the shrine, to the shrine."

"Oh, okay," Hinata then took the bracelet and wore it. The blue chrysalis then shimmered brighter, making Hinata amazed by it.

"It's glowing!" He then looked at Atsumu, who was staring at the glowing bracelet. "Is this normal?"

"Ah yes, it is."

"Ooh..."

Atsumu then looked at the sky. The full moon watching over us. He then found someone watching them, like the silhouette of a woman. When Atsumu made eye contact with that mysterious woman, she looked at him with fondness in her eyes. He found out that her eyes were coloured amber, just like her sister's. She then glanced at the little boy who was sitting on Atsumu's tail. A tear then fell from her eyes, making Atsumu tilt his head to the side in confusion. and in a blink of an eye, she was nowhere to be seen. He thought he was seeing things. Then, Hinata's voice suddenly caught his attention. He turned around, seeing the little boy gazing at him while holding his tail.

"I want to go home, Atsumu-san..."

"Alright, I'll walk with you until you find your way out."

But instead of Hinata getting off from his tails, he then wrapped his arms around Atsumu's neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He then fell asleep.

"Shoyo-kun? Shoyo?" He then looked behind him, he found the little boy is asleep.

"Oh no, how am I going to do this?"

He then carried the little boy and walked him home, using the bracelet's line light to show the way home.

"So, how was he?" A man then stood up from the living room, ready to greet his wife home.

"He was with someone," she looked at him with eyes wet. The man then went towards his wife, holding her in her arms. She then started to cry.

"It's him..."

"You found him?"

She then looked up at his husband.

"Looks like your sister took care of him..."

He then smiled.

"I'm happy."

Chapter 3 is done! Finally! Good thing this just took me just a few days than before...and wow, that word number...more than 2500...wow...

But anyway, I posted this story on Fanfiction.net too! If you want to check that out, then check that out!

And yeah, about the 6th vignette, I just wanted to add suspicion...

But again, Notes:

-In the anime (and manga I think?), Atsumu called Hinata by his first name, Shoyo-kun (kun is a Japanese honorific).

-the bracelet and necklace are just made up. None of these is part of a fox spirit's traditions nor equipment. They use magic, but this story will be different from how it should be to fit the storyline.

-Onigiri is a type of snack or traditional food of Japan. After the time skip in the manga, Osamu owned an Origiri shop called "Onigiri Miya" (I think, I'm not sure).

-A chrysalis is like a cocoon, strictly used for a butterfly pupa. I'll use chrysalis (in this story) as the name of a stone. This story is fictional, anything can be made-up or changed.

-Amber eyes are a golden yellow or a coppery colour without specs of gold, green, and brown. Hazelnut eyes somewhat have specs of gold, green, and/or grey in it, the base colour being brown. Atsumu's eye colour will be hazelnut, not chestnut-tinted like the manga and anime.

-there are flashlights that have a plastic or metal over in it. I'm basing it off by my flashlight I have at home.

That is all, I hope you stay tuned for the next chapter! Goodbye!

And, if you want to talk, you can dm me on Twitter (Moon_ARMY007, with the same Japanese name as in my profile)

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Hello there! May I please have some stuff for Arashi having a partner who's into lolita fashion (particularly classic lolita)? (She/her for Ara if possible too?) Thanks in advance!

Of course you can! First request let’s get this bread lol. Hopefully this is something you like and up to your standards X’D. I did make the reader a female but I pray that it’s not a huge problem

EnStars Arashi X Lolita Fashion Fem S/O

“Arashi-chan, look what I bought yesterday!” You excitedly run up to the blonde, catching her off guard. “Oh (Y/N)-Chan dear, you gave Onee-san a bit of a fright!”

“Ahaha…sorry about that, I was really eager to show you this super cute dress I got whilst shopping at the mall yesterday.” You scratch your cheek awkwardly, but proceed to bring out your latest purchase from the shopping bags for your girlfriend to see.

“Tada! What do you think? Do you like it?”

Arashi’s eyes widen at the sight of the frilly red and white Lolita dress. It had a beautiful double layered knee length skirt with a plaid pattern travelling down the side of both. The puffed sleeves were a traditional white with the exception of the cuffs which were a matte dark red lined with small crosshatching stitches, giving it a cute yet elegant look.

“Oh my! It’s gorgeous!” Arashi claps her hands together and gives a radiant smile, taking the dress from you and admiring the ensemble. “I also picked out this bow that matched the colours of it.” You draw a large plaid bow out of the bag, showing it to the purple eyed individual, whose eyes are practically sparkling.

“(Y/N)-chan, please go change, Onee-san would love to see you in your new outfit.” Arashi hands you back the dress and shoos you off to the nearest changing room, which thankfully wasn’t far from the practice room the two of you were occupying for the time being. You remove your school uniform, carefully unzip the back of the dress and slip into it. You take the opportunity to admire yourself in the mirror, twirling to let the skirts flow out a bit, before returning to Arashi.

You bounce into the room with your new appearance and attack the Knights member with a hug. She catches you and squeezes you slightly before pulling away to revel at the sight in front of her. “Oh you’re absolutely stunning (Y/N)-chan, really, you look like an adorable little model! It puts Izumi-chan to shame!” Arashi bends down to give you a peck on the cheek, pulling away with all smiles on her features.

A strong breeze sweeps through the open window that was left open due to the noontime summer heat, blowing your long hair in front of your face. Arashi catches some of the locks and brushes them behind your ear, then proceeds to usher you towards the mirror.

“Arashi-chan? What are you doing?”

“Let me braid your hair so it’s not flying into your precious face.”

“Oh, okay.”

The blonde seats you down on a chair and leaves to grab a comb, two hair ties and some red and white ribbon, which you had no idea she carried around, from her bag. Arashi returns and begins to gently tease out the small knots in your hair from you hopping about. You close your eyes in contentment, enjoying the feeling of her hands running through your locks.

“You have super soft and silky hair you know that (Y/N)-chan?” She meets your eyes through the mirror and begins to part down the middle of your hair. “Well, I do use the same brand of shampoo that you use, because your hair is really nice as well Arashi-chan. It also smells good,” you giggle, fiddling around with some of the loose strands she’s left in front of your face.

A moment of silence passes before you decide to speak up again.

“Um, Arashi-chan? Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask Onee-san anything you want.”

You pause, contemplating your next words.

“Do you…think it’s weird that I’m into classic Lolita fashion?” Arashi stops braiding and furrows her brows. “Of course not! I honestly think it’s refreshing, seeing you present yourself differently to others,” she states with a hint of disbelief, seemingly surprised that you would even ask a question like that.

You nod your head feebly as another cool breeze drifts through the window, ruffling your almost finished twin tail braids. You shiver involuntarily at the cold passing through the sleeves of your dress. The sun had hidden behind some clouds, filling the room with a dull grey tone, contrasting the warm atmosphere that once filled the room. “It’s just, people give me strange looks whenever I’m out in public because of what I wear. They look at me and whisper, calling me a freak and stuff…it’s made me question my appearance a bit,” you say truthfully.

Arashi finishes fastening the last braid with a ribbon and walks around the chair to face you. “(Y/N), look at me please.” The Knights member cups both your cheeks in her hands and tilts your face to meet hers. “Don’t let anything that anyone says about ever change how you want to dress. You’re beautiful as you are and I will always be there to support you.”

“Arashi-chan…”

You stand up and bury your face into the shoulder of the blonde. She wraps her arms around your waist and envelops you with warmth. “Thanks for understanding,” you mumble into her shirt, and you feel the vibrations through her body as she chuckles. “Of course my cute (Y/N)-chan~,” she coos.

“I love you, Arashi-chan.”

“I love you too, dear.”

BONUS:

Arashi pulls away from the hug and grabs one of your hands in hers. “Let’s go show the other Knights members! I’m sure they’d love to see you in your new outfit!” She elatedly drags you out the door as your brain tries to process what she’s just said. “Eh? Wai—what? Now?! They’re still here?!” You stammer. “Yep, they’re all doing something for Ou-sama apparently, though I was taking a little break when you found me.”

Arashi bursts into the room vigorously. “Look ah what my precious (Y/N)-chan bought yesterday~!” She parades you in front of her, gaining attention from the rest of the young idols.

“Wow, Onee-Sama you look marvellous!” Tsukasa is the first to compliment you, giving you an adorable smile, befitting of a little princeling. “Thanks Tsukasa-kun, I’m glad you like it,” you laugh, returning his gesture.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Izumi take a long hard glance at you. “She can’t look as cute as my Yuu-kun,” he scoffs, looking away but Leo is quick to reprimand him. “Now now Sena, be nice okay! I think (Y/N) looks really good!” Leo walks over to you and gives you a pat on the head and Arashi smiles proudly. “See? Everyone loves what you’re wearing! Izumi-chan likes it as well, he just won’t admit it~”

Izumi flushes slightly due to embarrassment and anger. “Shut up Naru!” He yells and retreats to elsewhere in the room.

“Ahh…you guys are so noisy…I can’t sleep when Secchan is shouting.”

“Oh, Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up.”

“It’s not like I wanted to wake up in the first place…” Ritsu yawns and stretches his thin arms above his head before flopping back down onto the beanbags with a sigh. “Haah……hm? Did you get a new dress (Y/N)-chan? You look pretty~” the self proclaimed vampire gives you a sleepy grin, observing your appearance from amidst the pile of bean filled cushions.

You feel a slight heat rise to your cheeks from all the kind remarks and fidget with your hands. “Thanks you guys, you’ve really made my day you know that?” You murmur, playing with the ends of your new braids.

“You guys are the best friends I could ever ask for.”

Stan the Queen that is Arashi.

#ensemble stars #enstars #arashi narukami #scenario #x reader #narukami arashi #mod ann #fluff

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pmiller1 · 3 years

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Wild I’m at it. I gonna post my own Eri headcanon myself.

Some would indeed inspired by @ask-theworldbeginswithyou

Some Added Backstory

Eri met Shiki, when she saw Shiki making Mr. Mew, It was so well done that she couldn't believe her eyes that she was good at making, She ask if she came make something for her that she wanted to wear herself. Three Year Ago.

Most if not all of her clothing that she mostly wear are made by Shiki, by her own design.

She a natural brunette. She dyed it for two year.

Before meeting Shiki, she wanted to made her own clothing but was unable do to her fear of needle.

She live with her penthouse with her Mother and Step-Dad.

She and Neku are in fact Step-Sibling.

She know Neku Sakuraba, but never personally met him do to his rude persona he put on. Before Shiki befriend him.

It was Shiki's father whom inform Eri about her Death (well hospitality now) when he call her. She took it to mean that he blame her for his girl death (or near-death).

She also was inform about Nao's Death (hospitality), given she and Nao-Nao was close friends.

She all Ace in All Classes.

She too is a fan of Cat works.

Her full name is Erica Kanjishii. However she like to be call Eri for short.

Possible Reaper Game Headcanon

Her enter Fee would be her memory of her close friends. She wouldn't know Shiki, Beat, Neku, Rhyme, Ai, Mina, Nao-Nao, Sota and possible more people.

However is Possible it would just be the Memory of Shiki.

Do to her imagination, she be about to use most if not all the Pins. She would flavor D+B, Natural Puppy and Hip Snake.Her Foci (An object that tide with their Psych, like Neku's headphone, Shiki's Mr Mew) would be her Multi-Colour Pen that she use for drawing her design.

Relationship

Wild Eri is popular in school, she had those that she keep close as her friends. The one that she know, trust and love to most. Eri isn't one see herself in a Relationship, even if she a fan of romantic genre. Most of the date are ended of breaking off, as most of the boy in classes thinking that she easy to get, do to her way of dress outside of school. Not that she would let some pervert get to her. But it does make her feel like she couldn't be loved as in really loved her. Her close friend help her remove any of those donut. I pass her as Panromantic Demisexual. And before you ask. The gang are part of her close friend.

Shiki: Her best friend. As it was her skill that help made clothing that she thought up. Helping her toward her dream. She does feel jealousy toward her skill with the needle, as her fidget hand make her prick herself most of the time. But she hold it behind her as she really glad she had over all and never want to lose her, she wasn't consciously aware of it, but she haber feeling for lady. It really hit home when the accident happen to Shiki left her hospitality (at least she think, do to a memory changed, if you will) for 3 week. Now she can't help see Shiki in a new light. She try to keep it to herself, but her Hormone and jealousy toward Neku make her burst her feeling about her every time. That she always shock that she return the feeling back. This does help her feel a lot better. Not that she still she her as her best friend. She still had her little fun with thrusting her and Neku.

Neku: She doesn't know what make this antisocial become friend with Shiki at alone the other of his gang, other then the idea her and met when they both was hospitality (again, memory changed if you Headcanon that), doesn't stop her from Questioning him most of the time, like the time he almost said Shiki name to her, why he had to make sure she said the right thing toward Shiki. She really can't to feel jealousy as he seem to be make Shiki better for herself (and the two dating, no matter hard they deny it). She really feel like he a better friend then her. Witch amaze her then Neku told her that he not gonna take Shiki apart of her, able start this friendship and feeling support to Neku and Shiki (in her own trushing way)

Beat: At 1st, she didn't think to much of him, he was a idiot, lord, and give off this bad boy. It doesn't help that he doesn't seem remember her name right, calling her Shiki disputed she and her look nothing. But soon she got to know him as something as a good brother to Rhyme, a Good friend even Shiki and Neku, and wild he call Shiki, it more then like call by her own name most of time. That fact she was starting to seem him cute and started to like to guy, witch end having feeling for him. Thinking that he couldn't hurt to ask him out at least (it always the other way), when she ask Rhyme, it became very something as she find out that he like her back and was worry he would think she see him as some pervert. That made it more fun for her.

Rhyme: A sweet kids she saw her as, so he start to became from with her easily with her. Still she may make joke about her tomboyish must of the time, but mean no harm. How that she and Beat are starting, she already calling her Eri-san, or even Onee-san, already she becoming a Sister-in-Law with her.

The White Angels: Just to be clear, Shiki is also part, in fact Eri and Shiki are co-founder. This is included Nao-Nao and Mina who are her close friend of her, She is also friend Ai and Sota thank to that.

Swag

She fidgeting with her pinky ring.

She very picky eater, she mostly eat when she only hungry or by other people reminding her, Do to her anorexia.

Her phone is Green, One that show the close friendship with Shiki, given she wear Green and it stand out for her. (As Shiki had a Pink Phone for that reason).

#Eri (twewy)#Erica Kanjishii #my headcanon #the world ends with you #twewy

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nyotaliafan-pinkmermaid · 4 years

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Hetalia x Enbizaka Tailor Shop

The idea came when i was listening to Enbizaka Tailor Shop by Megurine Luka.I don't own Hetalia neither Vocaloid

Evillious Chronicles belong to Mothy

Characters

Tailor: aph Probus

Woman: nyo!Austria

First man: aph Spain

Second man: aph Romano

Third man: aph Italy

Tailor's real wife: nyo!Switzerland

Tailor's daughter: aph Liechtenstein

'Now,let's begin tailoring'

In Enbizaka lived a young man whose name was Probus. He has such a skilled tailor that everyone was talking about him. But there was one thing that made him worry: the woman he loved prefer other men over him.

'She never comes to me' Probus signed as he began to sharp the scissors that his parents passed to him before starting his work. 'The more you sharpen it the better it cuts.' That is what they always said to him.

Enbizaka was so calm and peaceful that day. Probus decided to take a small break from his work until he saw a woman named Sophia and started wondering who was the man standing next to her. The man's name was Antonio and he was wearing a knee length tunic in red colour that suited him perfectly.

'How on earth you are so nice to that man?' he wondered to himself and unable to stand seeing Antonio and Sophia being together he left the place while he was crying.

But he had to concentrate on his work. So he wipped his tears and carrying his scissors he modified the red tunic in front of him. But no one could hear his small sobs while he was working on the tunic.

The following day the neighbourhood felt uneasy as two soldiers found Antonio's murdered corpse floating in the river nearby.

The tailor saw the same woman on the bridge and started wondering who was that man standing next to her. The woman was in pain and that boy called Lovino was comforting her.

Meanwhile Probus saw how amazingly fitted Lovino the green cloack that he was wearing along with his short white tunic 'So this is the kind of boy you always dreamed' he thought himself.

But he had to concentrate on his hard work. Forgetting about his red eyes, he carried his scissors in his hand and began to fix the green cloack in front of him

As it was heard that another boy who brought the name Lovino was killed everyone wonder how could this happen.

The young tailor saw that woman again and started wondering who could be that boy standing next to her. The boy's name was Feliciano. Sophia bought a gold head ribbon as a gift for this boy and he wore it smiling brightly.

'He is too young for you. You really have no shame' Probus began thinking with an almost disgusted expression on his face , considering that Feliciano didn't really look older than 14.

But he had to concentrate on his work, carrying his scissors in his hand. Looking down at the scissors in his had he thought 'Were my scissors always this color?'

The other day the townsfolk got upset as they heard about the mysterious death of a boy named Feliciano.

Probus has already finished his work. He wore the red tunic and the green cloack. An outfit that fitted perfectly with that gold head ribbon.

~I have finally finished my work~

~If you are not going to come to me~

~Then I'll come meet you~

~Scissors are made from two blades~

~They carry out their tasks by being close and scrape against one another.~

~Just like a married couple who gets along well~

~That's what my parents used to say~

(Meanwhile a flashback appeared where Probus was happy with his wife Adelheid and the daughter they had together , Erika. After losing them during the great fire of Enbizaka the tailor felt so sad and lonely. He really missed them).

As he wore his new outfit Probus went in the centre of the town to met Sophia knowing that she was there

When he saw her he asked her :

'How it is? Aren't I handsome?'

Sophia looked at him like he was somebody that she never saw in her entire life.

'Hello ' she said 'i dont think that we've ever met'.

In those words the young tailor was shocked. 'Why she treats me like she had never see me?' he started wondering.

The following day Enbizaka was in such big chaos as a woman called Sophia was killed mysteriously so the number of the murdered people was bigger . A family of four who died by the hands of someone.

But he had to concentrate on his work, carrying his scissors in his hand. Looking down at the scissors he noticed how red it was . 'The more you sharpen it the better it cuts'.

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asdfghjkl1x1 · 4 years

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Queen of the Monsters | Grace, Kozue, Régine, Lucas

"How can you keep up with running up this editorial?"

"I just do my best. One step at a time, and always thinking on what's best for the editorial and the people that works in it."

Kozue snorted "And why do you think I can do it as well as you?"

"You won't do it like me, you'll do better. Because unlike myself, you will have some good support."

Kozue sighed in relief "So you won't leave me"

Grace giggled "Never"

Sadako was silent, she would observe the wolves, then Marion's body unconscious on the ground. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, the wolves immediately looked at her. I have to keep going. She signalled the wolves to follow her.

"Where are you going?" Régine asked.

"To recognize the terrain, I have to know how far are we from the coast. Also..." Sadako looked up, then at the blonde "The wind is changing, is getting cold, we can't sleep uncovered tonight" She explained in a serious and low voice before leaving.

"She's right" Lucas said, then stared at the ginger's body, feeling guilty for following her all the way, and being unable to do anything to save himself.

"I still think it'd be better if we go back to the town" William said.

Régine looked at him with suspicion "Why you insist in that so much? Didn't you listen to the boy? If we go there carrying her and running, she'll bleed out. Her wounds are not completely closed. It would take at least a day for that to do so, if we move before that, she dies."

The ginger man frowned and stood up walking with heavy steps towards Régine, only to stop as Louis got in between them. The black wolf growled at him with anger, threatening him. "She's still my cousin, she's my fam—"

Régine gave him a mocking smile before cutting him "What's next? You're going to tell me she's not my dead daughter?" she shook her head slowly "You and Claudette are just the same, always seeking for others to carry with the problems you cannot solve by yourselves"

"Really? And why are you covering Grace's problems then?"

"Out of friendship and love, the true kind. And I'm glad I listened to the one who asked me to do so, because if it would depend on you, I'm sure you would have shot her years ago just because you're too scared of the werewolf."

William's fists were tightly closed, and after a few seconds, he retired to where he was, he knew that he had no chance against Régine, especially if she was one of the betas within the pack.

"Don't do it!"

"I have to, I don't want to hurt anyone" Kozue hugged herself in fear.

Grace approached to the edge of the terrace slowly. "You won't hurt me"

"How do you know that?"

The Welsh didn't know how to respond, "I don't know..." then got an idea "but if you prove me wrong, I won't stop you" she smiled at Kozue. "I'm warning you, I won't make it easy"

Kozue looked up, and as the moonlight covered her face, she tried to imagine that day where she was kidnapped, the colours, the environment, the sounds, and just like that, she was gone, and someone else took her place.

"Time to prove you wrong, it is" a low voice came from Kozue's lips, before jumping onto Grace, who stopped her easily.

The Asian was confused, she was more than sure, that such a charge couldn't be stopped by anyone, then noticed a smirk.

"She told you she won't make it easy"

She let the ginger go, the voice changed, and so did a few other things in both her attitude and physical characteristics. Then she understood everything and gasped in surprise, before whispering "You're like me" and just like that, that rage that surrounded her attitude of wanting to destroy everything for being different or before others hurt her, disappeared.

"Marion Grant" the ginger bowed.

"Sadako Yamamura" the Asian bowed as well. "Yoroshiku, onegai shimasu— Please, take care of me"

Sadako was up looking from the tree, smiling. Good, one or two hours of walk, and we're there. Then looked closer to where she was, and smiled wider. A cave.

She went back to where Régine and the others were and informed them about it. "I think we can move her there if we go slow"

"What do you think, Jean-Luc?" Régine turned to Lucas.

"I think we should wait an hour before doing so, but we have to be careful."

"An hour it is"

Once said time passed, Régine and Lucas built a stretcher to carry Grace's body, while William offered to carry her, the Frenchwoman rejected him, and the English young man partially was glad that Grace's cousin wasn't carrying him, even if the other half felt somehow sad when trying to look it from his perspective. No one trusted him to take care of his cousin.

After half an hour, they made it to the cave, William checked the inside and found an area for Grace to rest, Régine and Lucas placed her body there, just in time, for it has just started to drizzle, the wolves joined later and rested close to Grace, while Yuki lied next to Sadako.

"It'll be certainly cold later. Luckily, these guys will keep her warm" said Régine as she caressed Louis's back. Sadako only nodded.

Night fell upon them, it was quite cold, however, being in a covered place made the fire to be warmer, which made the place cozy despite rocky.

Sadako avoided to look at Grace, and kept distance from the group. Régine tried to teach Lucas how to fight, William wrote for some time and then observed them and held his laughter any other time Luke was clumsy before him.

She has thought on many possibilities before, but never on being in a place without both Freya and Grace, plus with non-hostile people. It was a weird sensation, but still, it didn't make her feel less lonely. Her chest heaved, sadness filled it, she felt frustrated for not being able to do anything for the only other person who was like her.

The hours seemed to go longer, and the fog and rain didn't let her see the sun, to have an idea of what time was it.

I wonder what's Freya doing right now?

She felt the need of looking for music, it would always make Kozue company when she had none of the ladies with her. Maybe it would work the same with her as Kozue's alter. Walking back without looking at anyone, she took her phone and earphones, and searched for a song that reminded her of Freya.

Du bist schön wie ein diamant...

You are as beautiful as a diamond.

The German lyrics and her thoughts fixated on Freya made her smiled and feel somehow at peace with herself and where she was. It could have been worse. What if I wouldn't have been here? Her eyes went lost up looking at the top of the trees as she held onto that thought. She definitely was not used to feeling lonely.

Sadako went to hunt with the wolves, since the river was pretty close by, they had a bit of fun fishing, Yuki and Ulysses would be the closest to her. When they went back, she barely talked or ate. Régine advised he that she had to eat well if she was currently leading the pack, and that the wolves couldn't lose both their leaders.

When Sadako dared to finally gaze at Grace, she held herself from crying, she was lonely, they still had things to do and the ginger was still not waking up, she went out after being one with her food, she was not able to cope with it. The Asian thought on calling Freya but two things held her back: they were in the middle of a massive forest, so signal was very low, and bringing Freya to her would just increase her plate of worries and the idea of losing the Englishwoman in the same way as the Welsh one would be unbearable for her.

Onee-san, we have to keep up.

Looking at the sad wolves was just adding to her current pressure and worries. Yuki pressed her body against hers and whimpered a bit, I guess she knows how I'm feeling. She reciprocated with a weak howl, letting her know that she was indeed feeling sad.

When everyone fell asleep, she was still wide awake, walking from one side to the other. She then walked out, the sky was clear and the full moon was bright, she got lost looking at it, somehow relaxing briefly only to fall into the spiral of worry once more. I have to be able to do something... anything.

Carefully, she took Yuki out of the cave, and carried Grace's body as she could on her back. Once she was by the entrance, she looked back at the others with a sad smile. I'm sorry, I can't keep up like this.

The Asian took Grace towards at a lake she saw earlier when looking for the cave and settled her down on the floor. The Welsh was hot with a fever. After looking for her surroundings, she found a hollow log, and as she could, with the help of Yuki, broke the log in two and made a stretcher.

Sadako pushed the log that held Grace's body into the water, and let it float in the lake. Then swam in it, pushing the stretcher towards the center. Staring at the moon's reflection in the water, full of worry, she then looked up with only a phrase in her lips.

Help us.

She nodded trying to take a hold on herself, shortly feeling how she was going to break down and lose her mind. She held her head, and whimpered out of fear of losing her, then placed her hands on Grace's wounds and prayed.

The moon shone brighter, as if it was responding to her, she took a deep breath, then printed more confidence in her prayers.

Several hours passed. She lost the sense of time and space, she could only feel and see water, the moon and its rays somehow getting warmer and gentle on her skin, and Grace. And as if she got under a spell her eyes closed slowly, and her upper body fell on top of Grace's, with a tear daring to roll down her cheek and with a plead in her lips "don't leave me", she fell asleep waiting for her to say "never".

Next day, the cold breeze was replaced by a warmer one, the water felt colder, the sounds of birds started to fill the air, and a warm touch was on the top of her head. It sent a jolt to her body and she automatically started to pray again "Salve, Regina, mater misericordiae; vita dulcendo et spes nostra, salve. Ad te clamamus, exules, filii Evae. Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle..."

"Eia ergo advocata nostra, illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte."

Kozue lifted up her face and there she was smiling, "You've awaken!"

"Yes, but I might fall asleep again if you keep on praying. I might have memorized it by now" Grace giggled.

The Asian swam closer to her face, and smiled widely "How are you feeling?"

"Like a truck went over me, but good" then noticed something on Kozue's appearance "Seems you got a new hairstyle while I was away"

Kozue ran her fingers through her hair, and noticed that it grew twice its length, then noticed Grace's hair and laughed.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing", still couldn't help herself "However, I have to ask to please let your hair fall for me, Rapunzel"

Grace noticed her own hair and startled "Oh my god..."

"It was full moon last night, Grace. My hair usually grows on the first night, nails also"

The Welsh noticed how her hair was twice its previous length, easily managing to fall down to her waist, and her nails grew considerably. "We're going to need some help."

Kozue helped Grace to go back to the cave where Régine was waiting by the entrance, while Lucas ran towards them as soon as he saw them.

"Are you okay?" he put his hands on her neck and smiled noticing how her fever was gone. "What's with the hair?"

"Régine, please help us, give Kozue the clipper, and help me with this hair."

"I would cut it myself, but I better leave it to the professionals, chérie. I'll braid it instead. A quite long hair like that can get you in trouble."

It took 15 minutes and some patience for the Frenchwoman to braid Grace's hair, it still reached her waist, but at least she wouldn't risk it with the trees or some bushes in a sudden run.

Lucas checked on Grace, and smiled happily noticing how the wounds seemed to have closed miraculously quick. "How even...?"

"I'm pretty sure Kozue would tell you it was the moon's work" Lucas smiled.

They ate, Grace eating more than anyone and re minding them that she didn't eat for a whole day and she was starving. After they were done, they started to walk towards the beach. It took them less than 2 hours, thanks to the fact that Grace could walk again by herself.

"Finally!" Kozue said happily as the wolves ran after her, except for Ulysses who was next to Grace.

"Laddie, you should have fun" she patted his head. But she was well aware why both were right there standing while others were running happily. It was the end of the road, and they both knew.

They stood by for an hour, fixing their things, seeing where to sleep. However, the weather didn't agree with them, it got cloudy a few hours later.

Kozue and Grace went towards a tree and allowed their alters to take over. After all, they've never done anything dangerous in their original personas.

Once Marion and Sadako climbed until the top of the tree, and found another cave, the ginger smiled seeing the dark clouds approach and the wind becoming more aggressive as rain was preparing to fall. The dark-haired one looked at her with curiosity.

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Sadako blushed and scoffed "I hate when you suddenly get poetic"

"I thought you were fond of my recitations"

The Asian giggled "I guess if you look at it from a certain perspective, you are"

"What?"

"A king"

"You sound like Angela." she took a deep breath and added "Well, kings sometimes get to be damsels-in-distress even if writers never show it like that. Someone always have to save their kingdom, or their subjects, either their armies do it or their queens. I was saved by a queen" Marion held her hand and kissed it.

"Well, you said we're monsters, so I'm guess that makes me the Queen of the Monsters, right, my King?"

"Of course" Marion giggled.

They returned to where the others were and informed them about the cave. That night, Sadako spent her night with Marion, looking at the tides, this time with a smile on her face. She wasn't feeling lonely anymore, she had her King to guard her nights of solitude.

#m:grace #m:kozue #m:régine #m:luke #sp: queen of the monsters #self-para

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Chapter 4 (this chapter will probably be the sadist chapter and could be a smoll surprise at the end)

so im trying to make a chapter every 24 hrs... i think. so um thnx for reading my previous stories and pls enjoy this one!

key:

red = violence or de@th

orange = tw that arent violence (could be violent for u)

blue = able to read for everyone i hope

tw: violence (kidn@pping, @buse (slightly), r@pe (slightly, dw its not too much)), caps, de@th mention, siblings

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There was only 1 day until Saika's mother came home and it was today, and Saika obviously wasn't excited for that. Saika went for a walk until she got dragged into an ally by a masked person and was knocked out. She felt her surroundings as she was being dragged away. She couldn't see anything though. The floor was cold and the room was dark.

Saika's blindfold was taken off and there stood an old man who looked like a huge creep. Duct tape was on her mouth and her hands were tied. The old man walked up to her and started to touch her legs seductively. Saika was powerless. She tried to prevent the man by keeping her legs shut and kicking him. The creep was mad. He put up his fists when the creep fell to the floor. It was Aori! Aori helped untie Saika and took the tape off her mouth. Saika jumped into Aori's arms and cried. Aori started to cry too. They both felt a huge amount of pain of one person who was hurt.

Other footsteps were heard, slowly coming towards them. A small figure stood at the entrance.

"S-Saika-chan!?" Kinako cried. Tears were already falling down her cheek and ran up to Saika.

Saika let go of Aori and hugged Kinako. They both were relieved that they both were safe. Kinako was small and vulnerable. Saika hated that and didn't want anyone to force themselves onto her. Saika wanted Kinako to be hers more desperately than ever to protect her. The two loosened the hug and were now inches away from eachother's faces. Both quickly let go and turned around blushing very hard.

"W-we should go now," Kinako suggested, "It's very cold now..."

Everyone left the place and was back in the sun. The sun warmed them up until they were satisfied. Saika went back home to see her mother is already there.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" her mother screamed.

"I-I w-was k-kidnapped," Saika replied stuttering. She still was crying a bit and her eyes were red.

"This is why I told you to marry a man. You're too weak to fight men off. Girl's are not fighters either. That is a man's job. You're so weak you couldn't even bribe the man with money instead!"

"COULD YOU STOP CALLING ME WEAK?!" Saika cried. Her eyes were filled with more tears. Tears of anger.

She felt a pain on her cheek to realizing her mother had slapped her.

"YOU DARE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT? YOU ARE SUCH A DISGRACE TO BEING LADYLIKE AND DEFINITELY A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY!" her mother screamed back.

"I WAS KIDNAPPED! YOU CARE ABOUT THE FAMILY, MONEY AND MEN WAY MORE THAN YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! YOU DON'T EVEN SPEND TIME WITH HER YOU DON'T REALIZE SHE IS SO DISTANT FROM YOU!"

"I AM NOT DISTANT WE ARE PERFECTLY FINE!"

"THEN WHAT IS MY FAVOURITE COLOUR!" "HA! ARE YOU STUPID? IT'S PINK!"

"HAHA WRONG! IT'S YELLOW AND IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN!"

"YELLOW IS A BOY'S COLOUR YOU DISGRACE! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED INSTEAD OF YOUR FATHER!"

Saika's rage fell down by that last sentence. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Saika darling, I am very most sorry." her mother said, acting like nothing happened, "I have gotten a little non-ladylike. How silly of me!"

"W-what do you mean dad is dead?" Saika muttered.

"I-I.... um.. Don't worry! You can forget about him. He is already dead, and is the least successful of the family.", her mother replied calmly.

Saika stormed into her room went on her phone.

Kinako?

Hiya saika chan!

May I stay over your house for a bit?

of course!

Thank you!

get packed! i will meet u at the park!

Okay.

Saika got ready and packed her stuff. She walked downstairs and already saw a note on the kitchen bench.

Dear Saika,

I have left for a small break. I will be back and do not go anywhere.

Kind Regards,

Your mother.

Saika ignored it because she knew that her mother was going out to a fancy restaurant. Saika got to the park and saw Kinako again. Saika followed Kinako to her house and before they entered, Saika was warned.

"Be prepared, Saika. I promise you, it's not that bad but prepare. Your. Self."

Saika gulped and went inside. What she needed to prepare for wasn't really what she expected.

"I'm home!" Kinako called out.

A bunch of kids started running up to her and a commotion of loving siblings made Saika giggle a bit.

"Onee-chan! Who is that?" one of them asked.

"Kisaki! It's her date remember!!!" the other said which looked like the other boy's twin.

Saika blushed a bit.

"AHHHH! SHUSH!" Kinako blushed so hard.

After getting everyone under control, Kinako made dinner with Saika.

"Where do you want to sleep?" Kinako asked, "I don't have a spare room sorry!"

"D-do you think I can sleep with you?" Saika asked still blushing.

Kinako looked away from the cooking pot into Saika's eyes. She blushed again (so much blushing) and replied with a simple "Sure!".

Dinner was done and all the kids were done showering. They all finished eating and went to do their own things but Kai went to bed.

Kinako and Saika took turns to shower. Kinako showered first, then Saika. Kinako waited in her room staring at her ceiling fan. She replayed Saika asking to sleep with her. She was so inside her imaginations she didn't realize Saika was waving her hand infront of Kinako's face.

"Kiiiiiiinaaaaakoooooooooo!" Saika whispered.

"What are you doing...?" Kinako asked.

"Seeing if you were alive on earth and not in spce!"

The two giggled until talked until 11 pm. Kinako checked to make sure the kids were all asleep and went back to her room. Saika was already under the covers and Kinako went under. They fell asleep to facing each other's backs both having their dreams take over.

Kinako woke up to hear pictures being taken. She slowly opened her eyes to see all the kids at the door, with a phone, taking pictures of her.

"Why are you taking pictures?" She asked flatly.

They all pointed at Saika who was hugging the smaller person in her sleep. Kinako jaw dropped and was blushing once more.

All the kids snicker until Tsubaki said, "Time to get ready now guys!"

All the kids said "aww" and left.

Kinako giggled and faced back at Saika who was still dead asleep with her arms around Her. It was very warm and Kinako slept for 10 more minutes not wanting to wake Saika nor wanting to end it.

When Saika woke up, she felt a small tight person hugging her stomach and she was hugging the person back. She then realize who it was. (Y'all know I don't need to repeat uwu!) She was staring in shock and awe that she was closer to Kinako than she could ever imagine. Literately. She felt something weird on her chest. She looked down and I wonder what she saw... Kinako's chest upon Saika's. She was hotter now and was so wrapped in the soft touch of Kinako.

"Mmmmm... Saika." Kinako muttered in her sleep.

Saika was so red, she was as red as a rose. It was really awkward when they both got up together. 0.0

They made breakfast and pretended it didn't happen. Saika and Kinako chose to skip school today. Kinako asked Aori to pick up the kids from school.

Kinako and Saika were cuddling on a couch under a blanket. They were watching movies. Saika looked at Kinako who was glued to the movie. Kinako realized and looked back at Saika. They both were now an inch away from each other's faces. They started to slowly lean closer until they both felt a pair of soft lips on their faces. It was deep and passionate until they stopped for air. They stared into the other's eyes and then looked away madly blushing. Their gazes slowly went back to each other, about to kiss again when they heard something from the window. It was Aori and the other kids taking photos. They all went to hide behind the old shed in the backyard but Kinako was already there.

"I'm taking your phones away for a week." Kinako sad plainly, "You too Aori."

The kids, including Aori, gave their phones to Kinako. They all went inside and relaxed. Saika stayed at Kinako's house for a week.

She wasn't excited to go back. She wanted to stay with Kinako. She wanted to live with her. She wanted to be with her. But she couldn't because of her mother.

If Saika could choose to spend her life for 1 thing, it would be Kinako.

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little sunshine girl

WORD COUNT: 4298

WARNINGs: character death, mentions of abuse (only implied)

NOTES: I worked super hard on this one! I really hope people like it! it was based off a conversation in our discord where Nemu is sick.

Kinda obvious but this is TDD era

Also please don’t take any of these interactions between Jakurai or Ramuda and Nemu as romantic! it’s meant to be loving but not romantic,,, don’t ship that you weirdos

I did kinda do some implied Ichi/Nemu but you can ignore it

Nemu Aohitsugi was just about the brightest, chirpiest girl anyone could ever meet. Everywhere she went she left a touch of joy and sweetness behind and did her best to make the lives of those around her better- at least that’s what Samatoki thought. He thought she was a beacon that could warm even his cold personality and make him smile ear to ear, he thought as long as he had her, there would never be a reason to frown.

She was, in every way, his sunshine. On some days the only light that could bring him out of a dark place, other days she was simply the backlight that put emphasis on what was already so good.

The only memories he had of her where she wasn't boiling over with happiness and grinning keenly was that of their childhood- and for that reason, he began to believe that as long as she was smiling, everything was okay…

Because his little sunshine girl was the only consistent in his life- that and her smile.

Tic… Tic… Tic…

Over and over, without rest, a clock on the wall nearby rang heavy in his ears. Each second drew out painfully slow yet the tics managed to come without delay.

Today was a cloudy day, inside and outside.

He found himself pacing the halls of the sterile white hospital, a routine adapted over the past two hundred and eight four days he had spent confined to these walls. Spending hours at a time here made him clammy and restless, he could only imagine how Nemu felt.

At the very least, he was allowed to leave…

He was waiting just outside of the familiar room that was decorated with stuffed animals, flowers and balloons wishing his younger sister to get well, it was only a ten-minute check-up, but it felt like hours and with each passing second, he grew more and more anxious

“Sir you can’t smoke in here,” a nurse remarked when he reached for a cigarette, the only thing that could calm him down at this moment.

He dropped the fantasy quickly and instead sat himself down on a nearby bench, staring out the window of the hospital out into the courtyard where a few children played together- whether these children were dying, or their mothers were off giving birth or their brothers were having broken arms set- you would never tell. They were all simply children playing happily… for a second the world seemed without illness and pain, but before a small smile could form, he remembered where he was and for what reason.

maybe after the doctors are done, I could take her to a park he mused, ignoring the dread that set into his stomach at such a prospect.

She couldn't walk anymore, not without the help of two doctors and a pair of shaky legs- actually, she couldn't do much anymore… she couldn't laugh without coughing straight after, she couldn't sleep with an oxygen mask, she couldn't-

he began to spiral down, listing off one by one all the abilities she had lost to this unfair illness.

Even so, he thought about how on her worse days where she couldn't do much else, but sleep and half respond to conversations, she never lost her ability to smile brightly and try to retain positivity in her words… she was brave like that.

“Mister Aohitsugi.” His spiral was cut off. the door opened and his attention was snapped over in an instant. One of the many doctors who he had spoken to in the course of the past few months drew him to the door and- without even thinking- he made his way over.

The doctor flicked through his notes carelessly, seeming unamused and bored in the action

“I'll keep this quick.” the doctor began, his voice blank and without emotion “Her condition is declining quickly and her body rejects every medication we give her… we've done all we can at this point, my estimate is that she has five more weeks...” with a small sigh now, he looked up at Samatoki “the most we can continue to do is treat her but it will only prolong her life for a month at the most-”

“What kind of… what kind of bullshit are you spouting?! I said to do every damn thing to make her better and I meant it!”

“I-I understand that but she still refuses to go to Chuuoku and we simply can't-”

“don't tell me you can't do shit!”

Fortunately for the poor doctor, a familiar face was making his way past on his rounds.

“Samatoki!” Jakurai called out, pulling the angry brother from the other man “show some restraint.”

“T-This mother fucker-”

“is doing his job.” He stopped him, nodding at his work college to dismiss him “I understand the situation, Samatoki, but you need to calm down.”

“how the fuck am I ‘posed to keep calm when he tells me there's nothing left, he can do.” he didn't yell this time, the sadness just set in slowly

Jakurai took a moment, glancing inside the room where Nemu was currently sleeping

“how do you think she'd feel to see you like this? Your sister is scared, she needs you to be calm or it'll only make matters worse”

Shit

He got him there…

“whatever,” he grumbled, making his way into the room.

Week One

Today was a sunny day, inside and outside, it was one of the days she was able to stay awake and act as if nothing was wrong at all.

Today as well, she was given sunflowers, she wasn't sure who put them there, but she loved them nonetheless, she loved the colour yellow in general. She loved the warmth and vibrancy that carried itself within the colour.

Outside her window was a scene of Yokohama, bustling traffic, businessmen making her way to work, a park nearby full of school children… she sighed a little.

“good morning, Nemu-Nee Chan!” Ramuda sang loudly, ignoring the nurse insisting it wasn’t time for visitors. He broke her attention from the window as he skipped into the white room and filled it was life instantly. With him was a large stuffed bear, larger (both by height and width) than him. She giggled a little at the sight since she couldn't even see him from behind the oversized gift and, in a matching sing-song tone, responded

“good morning Ramuda!”

He sat the bear on the hospital bed by her legs, smiling from ear to ear “do you like him? I got the biiiiiiggest bear I could find! Just for Nemu-Nee Chan” He chimed, hugging her over her shoulders whilst being as cautious as a Ramuda could around the plethora of wires plugged into her, working to keep her conscious.

“of course!” a sweet laugh followed, she picked up the gift give to give it a hug once free from Ramudas grasps, Nemu found herself rubbing her nose in the fur and taking in the scent of candy and other sweet things Ramuda had left on it “so soft~”

“I'll bring you another one tomorrow then!” he rolled to the balls of his feet, hopping a little

“o-oh that's not necessary” Nemu shook her head “I don't think there's enough room in here actually-”

“pyon! It's no problem! Adorable designer Ramuda will find room! ☆”

He looked around, humming a random song “hmm yes! White is so last season, how about…” he paused

She glanced to her sunflowers, once again feeling the happiness that came from the warmth

“yellow?”

“yellow!” He held his arms up “not as nice as pink but still sooo cute ☆ next time I come here I'll bring all the yellow I can find, we can decorate together! ☆”

She nodded but her attention went back towards the window again “yeah… sounds fun…”

“hmm?” He turned back to face her, pressing his hands to his hips and tilting his head “What is it? You look sad!”

“Ah- it's nothing” she waved her hand to dismiss the question

“buu buu!” He made a cross with his arms and shaking his head “Lying to Ramuda is a biiiiig no-no!”

once more she couldn't help but laugh- even in asking what was wrong, he could fill his actions with such an energy that made it impossible not to snicker.

She watched the people still, focusing on a group of teenagers making their way to school together. Three girls and two boys.

“Hey, Ramuda? Is it warm outside today? It looks nice.”

“Hmm? oh!” He skipped over, holding a lollipop out to her- wait where did he get that? He has no pockets… “I get it! The hospital is totally boring right! Theeeen… Let’s go! ☆”

“Go? go where?” Nemu took the candy, unwrapping it

“out on adventures, of course!” He held his arms up to cheer, the oversized sleeves that otherwise covered his hands fell to his elbows.

She gave it a moment of thought, she had wanted to go to the bayside for a while now but the overprotective instincts of Samatoki made it impossible for her to even suggest leaving the hospital

“...Nii-Chan will kill you if you take me out” she popped the candy in her mouth- oh! strawberry flavour!

Without any hesitation, as if he did not fear such a prospect, Ramuda giggled and skipped towards the door to retrieve a nurse “that's no problem ☆”

After calling a nurse over he sat back to watch them help the younger girl into a wheelchair and hook the IV to the side.

He looked down to grin to himself without being seen

How weak…

“Don’t stay out too long, within the visiting hours” the nice woman instructed, sending a side glare the emphasize the point of visiting hours to Ramuda before setting a blanket over Nemus lap. Nemu nodded obediently, looking to Ramuda as well to make sure he was listening and had the intention of behaving.

He trotted over, grabbing the handlebars behind her, ready to head out with his favourite onee-san.

“Rules are boring but don’t worry! I’ll have her back in no time ☆”

Week Two

Today was a cloudy day, inside and outside. A day she felt tired and spent most of her time asleep, but it was one of those days sleeping gave her bad dreams as well- dreams acting as a reminder of her own mortality.

Opening her eyes, she was a blurry figure beside her and felt the warmth of their hand holding hers.

“Nii-Chan…?” she was still drowsy, her words slurred and her mind scrambled

“He’s at work” the blur reassured, slowly her eyes focused on the jet-black hair and reassuring smile before her

“Oh, Ichiro…”

“that's a better guess, good afternoon.” he nodded as she opened her eyes fully now, trying to sit up but falling down under her own weight into the pillow below her, her own drowsiness wearing off as she remembered where she was and why.

“Hey, just stay down, okay?” He stood up to fuss over her like he did when either of his brothers had come down with a cold. He pulled her blanket up and readjusted the abundance of teddy bears Ramuda kept bringing her, so they sat by the side of her head “does it hurt?”

“always” she sighed, wincing at the sting that prickled in her lungs with each breath she managed to take “it always… hurts…”

He gave her a concerned look, an expression she had gotten far to use to from him- sometimes she wished he didn’t make such a face

“Do you need more painkillers? let me go get a doctor for y-”

“No.” she took hold of his hand again. His hands were always so warm, or was it just that she was always cold now? She couldn’t tell “stay here a little, please?”

“...yeah, sure…” He sat back down.

On her bedside table was a new vase of flowers- this time daffodils, but the warm yellow didn't change how cold she felt, how unhappy everything seemed.

“did you bring those?” she stared at them tiredly, wanting to reach out and feel the petals, her arm moved barely an inch when she tried to move, her hand felt too heavy and dropped to the bed again instantaneously

“wha- Oh… oh um yeah” he nodded “your rooms super yellow so I thought they'd suit”

Nemu forced out a laugh and a smile, her lungs moving from a prickling to a stabbing.

Just breathe… Just breathe…

“Ramuda decorated for me...” Her grip on his hands loosened, the gentle sound of rain picking up outside, she was starting to drift back off to sleep

“...how was your day?” She mumbled, trying her hardest to resist the need to let her eyes drop.

“You don't need to make conversation with me if its h-”

“I want too.”

He sighed a little, brushing the bangs off her face… they had become a little overgrown since she came into the hospital all those months ago.

Nemu had thought it was just a cold, how silly of her.

She missed a few days of school to recover but only felt worse, with each day she slept more and more… some days for 18 hours at a time. Naturally, her brother was worried and matters only got worse when he noticed she had lost so much weight in only a few days, how little she ate, how little she could muster up any energy to do anything other than sleep.

Being as stubborn as any Aohitsugi was, she went back to school a week after the symptoms began, she had missed so much already so no one was able to rationalise with her, nobody could have told her to just take one more day off and wait to get better.

Although it was August, she had layer upon layer on as well- a sweater and a scarf sat over her uniform and she still shivered.

Ichiro remembered it still, he was with Samatoki when he got the phone call.

He has a clear memory of him almost dropping the phone, cursing any god that may have been listening that he would kill everyone if she was hurt.

Nemu had collapsed at school her first day back, she was walking down the hallway with her friends and suddenly she was waking up in hospital…

Samatoki just took her there for a check-up after picking her up, he just wanted to see the doctor quickly and get a stronger medication but… she never left after that. She never got to come home.

“Ichiro?” she spoke up again, snapping him out of his daydream

“Huh? Ah…” what was the question again? Oh right “it was good… we're moving into a new apartment soon, so I’ve been packing”

“That’s nice”

“Ichiro?” another voice piped up, she lifted her head up and saw two boys standing in the doorway, both of them were almost a spitting image of the boy beside her. One was taller than the other, he was the one to speak up “Are you done yet?”

He turned his head to them, keeping a hold of her hand “I said wait in the hall, didn’t I?”

“It’s been an hour!” the shorter one complained, crossing his arms in annoyance

Nemu managed to put two and two together, she had never met his brothers before, but they did look enough like him that it was safe to assume their relation to her friend

“They can stay here” she whispered, unable to really speak much louder than that

He nodded a little “come on then, get your asses over here and be polite.”

She wanted to laugh again, she really wanted too. Her smile stayed on her face, that was the most she could do

He really was too much like her own brother, at least he was like the version of Samatoki that had only just begun to take care of a child- rough around the edges and a little curt, but otherwise kind in his own little way

Reluctantly the children made their way over, staring down at the ghostly figure before them- if they hadn’t seen her awake and conscious, they would have very well assumed she was dead. It made them both shiver on the inside.

“I’m Jiro.” the taller of the two spoke up, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Saburo.” the shorter one followed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” she nodded, finally letting her eyes drop

Cloudy days always made it hard for a girl made of sunshine to stay and chat. She gave up on staying awake and let her own fatigue take over her body like she did just about every other day.

-and she felt one last gesture

Ichiro pressed a small kiss on her forehead, ignoring the disgruntled noises his brothers made in response to their brother being so gross

“Sleep well, I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Hmm… thank you…” with that, she drifted off

Hopefully, it would be a sunny day tomorrow.

Week Three

Today was a sunny day, inside and outside. It had been nice all day, at some point a few birds sat by her window to keep her company, she had deemed them a family and gave them names to match but she had already seemed to have forgotten.

She looked down at her phone, a text from her brother on the screen. He was responding to a photo of the birds and promising he would be over in just a moment- then again, a moment in Samatoki time was never any less than two hours.

“Good evening, Nemu” the deep voice of a familiar doctor greeted her, she smiled towards him and nodded. The filter of the orange and pink from the sun setting in the distance tinting Jakurai in a warm light that matched the yellow accents of the fresh flowers Ichiro brought her earlier that day.

“Hello, Sensei” she set her back against the frame of the bed, folding her hands into her lap.

“No need for formalities, I’m off of work for now” he reassured, taking his place in the chair beside her bed.

It was common for him to spend his break or time off work with her, partially because he knew she was alone, partially because they had a tradition and he wasn’t one to break a habit so easily.

Knowing this tradition, she adjusted herself to sit at the edge of her bed with her legs crossed as Jakurai turned his back to her.

Without any spoken arrangement, they both knew their roles. Nemu began to brush her fingers through his soft hair, humming a little song as she did so.

“I always wanted long hair” she commented, parting the purple locks into three and starting to work on a braid

“Is that so? It took quite a while to grow it out” he put on a smile.

“I bet!” she found a knot, carefully untangling it as she spoke “probably took you like… eighty years”

He laughed and nodded- careful not to ruin her progress on his hair “of course.”

There was a silence, but it wasn’t out of awkwardness, the pair were just able to enjoy their time together and didn’t always feel the need for idle small talk.

He inspected the colourful room, a pile of paper cranes catching his eye. He picked one up, admiring the neat folds

“Did you make this?”

“Hmm? Yes!” she beamed proudly “Ramuda taught me how, do you like it?”

Another deep chuckle followed “of course, it is very nice.” Jakurai studied the floral patterns of the paper she used- yellow to match everything else “I can show you a different kind if you’d like?” he took some paper, making quick work of his hands and in no time producing a crane that looked no different from the ones she had already done- but then he pulled the tail and the wings flapped

“Oh my gosh!” a big grin grew over her face, her hands clapping together, abandoning the half-done braid she was working on “can you show me, sensei?!”

He handed her the crane, watching as she played with the tail in awe, trying to figure out how the folds worked

“Of course.”

Week Four

Today… today was a cloudy day, but only inside.

Today was the day everything finally felt dark, everything finally felt cold and Nemu finally felt scared.

Nemu had her cloudy days but out of them all this was the worst,

She knew what was happening, she knew her body was finally quitting on her.

No one came to visit her today, the yellow of her room seemed faded and dull and all the flowers seemed wilted…

Today she couldn't sit up or move for that matter. She was too tired, her body hurt too much to do anything… even breathing was difficult.

It was dark outside when the door creaked open, she would turn to see who it was, but she couldn't muster up the energy to take her eyes away from the roof

“Nii…” she breathed heavily, both assuming and hoping it was him.

“I’m here.” she heard a reassuring voice speak up. She felt the weight of the bed shift when he sat on the corner. His hands laid over hers, a sadness in his eyes

“sorry kid, work held me up”

She nodded slowly, letting the warmth of his hands roll up her arms and through her body. Just in this instance, he was made of sunshine.

There was a silence, or it could have been that he was talking, and it was even too much effort to listen. She couldn’t hear, maybe that was it.

Fear crept through her stomach, clawing its way up into her throat and forcing a lump to grow- if she wasn’t completely exhausted, she would have managed to cry.

“Nii-Chan…” she pulled her strength together to squeeze his hands, how do you speak again? She couldn’t remember. A few tears slipped down her cheeks… once more her own mortality consumed her thoughts.

“What is it?” he clung tighter onto her hand, his other going up to brush through her hair- it wasn’t as soft as it normally was.

She took a moment to think of her words again, finally, she choked out

“I don’t… want to die…”

Shattered.

His heart shattered. His mask shattered. His world shattered.

Samatoki often said life is not fair, but today he finally understood the full extent of the meaning behind his slogan.

If life were fair, she wouldn’t have gotten sick

If life were fair Chuuoku wouldn’t restrict their medical care

If life were fair this completely curable illness would not be taking her away from him

At least… at the very least… if life were fair, he could have taken her place

but there wasn’t any time left for ifs.

He felt his body tense, the words ringing in his ears over and over. For once in her life, she couldn’t even smile. She couldn’t giggle and joke around… Even on her darkest days she always had some light left in her, some radiance or positivity

Even when she failed an exam, even when she had a bad day, even when their mother died-

-and for the first time since their mother died, he felt like he needed to cry.

He felt like he needed to scream and curse at the world, to hurt anyone he could as if it would help the situation at all.

But he didn't.

In the back of his mind, Jakurais words rang true once more…

“she needs you to be calm or it'll only make matters worse”

He could see how scared she was- even through the fatigue and the desire to just give up her own fear kept her wide awake and crying as if she had a bad dream and he wasn’t home to comfort her.

Being a notoriously impulsive man, it took all his strength to restrain himself and put on a brave front.

His little sunshine girl couldn’t do it anymore, so he took her place… at least in this instance.

Putting on a calm smile, he set himself in the bed next to her, putting both his arms around her as she trembled

He ran through his words… he could have told her ‘you won’t die’ or ‘I won’t let that happen’ but he couldn’t lie to her. They both knew the reality of the situation and promising her such things wouldn’t help anyone, not anymore.

Reminiscent of their childhood, she buried her face into his chest, repeating ‘I’m scared’ into nothing more but a mess of choked sobs.

He remembered the times she was much smaller but just as fragile, the times yelling would overpower any other noise in their home, the time's plates smashing, and their mother crying would leave them both hiding in his bedroom under a blanket where he would hold her tight.

“You’ll be okay” he reassured in his memory and in the present

She doesn't respond, she can’t.

Nemu grips onto his shirt and he pulls her closer, kissing the top of her head delicately. The gentle beeping of the heart monitor became the only noise in that room for the next few hours

She dozed off to sleep, her breathing became faint and progressively her grip got looser and looser, he knew what was happening, but he didn’t fight it. He didn’t want her to be so scared anymore… he didn’t want her to hurt.

“Goodnight, Nemu…”

Week Five

-Never came for Nemu, but for everyone else, it was an empty, cloudy day.

Inside and outside.

#heavy angst #it took me 3 days I worked so hard!#nemu aohitsugi #samatoki aohitsugi #ramuda amemura #jakurai jinguji #ichiro yamada

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