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[queenharumiura]

Uneasy but curious, she quietly listened, waiting for him to speak his piece in full. She didn’t expect to have her emotions beep-bop around everywhere as they were when she woke up this morning, but here she is.

A hand brought up to her lips to help her keep a controlled face (But to also remind her to not interject as he’s spilling out his feelings), but there was no controlling her eyebrows that kept expressing her hurt, confusion, shock, or anger. When she was sure he’d finished spilling his thoughts, she takes a deep breath and replays his words in her head, trying to remember what parts she needs to address.

“First of all, there is a difference between a bad boy and a bad person. I don’t like bad people, and that you aren’t. Secondly, it’s been a while now since I’ve moved on from Tsuna-san, so I’m surprised if you only realized this now.” This puts things into perspective with the things that he’d pick fights with her about. “Thirdly…” she pauses, and then shakes her head, “I wouldn’t be good for you. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you.” It’s kind of crushing to hear yourself say that. “People already talk enough about me as is. They’ll probably have things to say about you because of me. I’m not worth you going through that, and…” she takes a small breath as she averts her eyes, “I’m scared you’ll end up resenting me because of it. I wouldn’t be able to handle that.” Congratulations Haru, you didn’t cry.

She would've if she kept eye contact.

Moved from HERE @queenharumiura

A knot formed in his stomach, but this time the best thing to do was to just be himself and be honest. If she forgave him, it was up to her now. A bead of sweat poured down his face as he took a deep breath and explained everything. "Look, I need to apologize to you. I fucked up. I doubted you and always called you stupid because I was jealous and thought you still wanted The 10th." He started to calm down even though that knot was still there. "I was oblivious to the fact you were spending more time with me and had moved on already. My insecurities made me believe there was no chance. Even though you always were the only girl I wanted a chance with. I don't just argue with anyone like I do you." Could she forgive him? who knows. But he wasn't holding back any longer. "And I started to convince myself I had ruined that chance and you probably wanted someone better anyway. I mean you never liked bad boys to begin with, did you? I know I called you stupid, because I didn't think you realized how I felt about you. But in reality I was the stupid one who didn't realize how I felt." It was now or never.

"So I need you to know now, I love you, and I'm sorry I ever doubted you and pushed you away."

[fightingthetides]

Continued from: [x] @ukigumos

A wry smile graces his features and he laughs a little bit, though there isn’t any of that characteristic lightness to his tone. He may be smiling, and his laugh may suggest otherwise to any random passerby, but a single look into his eyes would reveal how beneath that calm façade was a torrential downpour of something dangerous.

Yamamoto was normally respectful of the boundaries of others, and willing to comply to their wants, but even he had his moments when he’d put his foot down stubbornly to state his case. Water, takes the shape of whatever containment it’s in, but given the right conditions, water can burst out and take whatever shape it wants.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe first.”

There was no room for negotiations. Hibari could fight him or lash out all he wanted, but Yamamoto wasn’t going to budge once he’s made up his mind. The Rain guardian was upset, and his patience to keep his friendly and easy going demeanor was dwindling. His usual behavior was great for team-centric circles, but there is a time and place for everything.

As much as he wanted to hunt down whoever had done this to Hibari, without the enemy in sight, his priority instantly shifted to making sure Hibari was okay. Concern came to the forefront, just barely masking the rage bubbling underneath the calm surface. He leads the way to a safe spot so they could assess the damage.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] || @ukigumos

Haru had visited the others and she thought to check in on how the bir- a certain prefect who owned many birds was doing. Her main reason for visiting the office wasn’t to see the birds, no sir. It was to feed them and coddle them.

It seemed she came in at the right time considering she was told to keep the little ones entertained. “Hahi? Ah… yes. Sleep well, Hibari-san.” She mentally sheds a tear. She was going to drop off a few treats for the birds and then go and visit Tsuna-san, but… who knew how long she’d have to birdsit for.

Well, she could probably stick around for a couple of hours before she’d have to go. Haru Miura, the ever busy bean, had places to go. She sits down and watches as all the tiny birds flock over to her. She whispers for them to be quiet before she starts laying out the bird seeds she prepared for them on a towel. That shouldn’t make too much noise to wake him up?

Well, the birds were cute, at least. She can always visit Tsuna-san another day. Another (dramatic) mental sniff.

[magicalheirponsol]

Continued from: [x] @lured-into-wonderland

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Ponsol was quite pleased to see that Nunnally enjoyed the bouquet of flowers that he’d prepared for her. The custom of gifting something a month after valentine’s day was simply a custom that his mother had taught him and his brother from early on and it was something that continued into his adult years. Even if it was a custom that most Euro-centric people weren’t aware of, he would still continue the custom. Who didn’t enjoy surprise gifts, after all?

      ❝Excellent, we can decide on a time in the future. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the sight.❞

While he mostly didn’t care for others apart from how useful they could be for networking purposes, he’d always had a great care for plants. If one were to ask him if he thought his plants or humanity was more important, he’d easily answer with his plants. They were his companions and his confidants. They respond well to his care and they gave him a sense of fulfillment to see that they were growing so well under his care. Well, it wasn’t as though he alone tended to them all. He did hire specialists to help him manage all the plants in the greenhouse.

Still, he was the one who planted the seeds, designed their care routine, and also decide where to plant everything to fit his aesthetic vision. On the topic of bringing her painting supplies or drawing his flowers, he nods in response. He too has taken the time to make art of his flowers, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she were to be struck with inspiration upon gazing upon them and wish to draw them for herself. He had a green thumb, he was intelligent, he was charismatic, of good lineage, handsome, artistic, and so much more. Truly, he was that grand of a specimen if he could say so himself.

(Well there was one person who did exceed him in certain aspects, but he wouldn’t dwell on that for long.)

      ❝I do enjoy many flowers, but I do have a strong preference for Jasmines. I also like the cute flowers that bloom from the common spider plant. That one, I raise in my home. Her name is Matilda.❞

It was very rare for anyone to come to ‘meet’ Matilda as Ponsol was quite protective of that plant in particular. Even his elder brother was usually met with a stare of scrutiny if he wished to see the plant.

      ❝Oh? I’m honored by the invitation, I would very much enjoy to see what you’ve created to show in an art exhibition. I do dabble in some art myself.❞

Charity events were also a good way to make more connections with other people, so he would be remiss to miss out on such a chance. Seeing her style of art was also an interesting way of trying to understand her better. Did she have a more simplistic style? Complex? Did she make art more with feeling, or did she prioritize mastery of craft? Perhaps she was abstract? There was much one could extrapolate from how they go about making art.

[fangsofdestruction]

Continued from: ( ☾ )   || @lured-into-wonderland Verse: Human Modern

Seth arrived at the café as he would on the days he had some free time and wanted to be away from his work. He settles down at the table he normally sat at, intent to fish out a book for him to casually read in peace when he hears a voice of a young woman speaking to him. Golden eyes glance up to a young woman.

At first, he’s a bit confused, but he notes that she looked vaguely familiar. The woman takes a seat at the table without waiting to listen to his answer, and he mentally muses that an answer may not have mattered to her anyways. She was bold, he’d give her that. At the joke (he assumes it to be one) that they should leave small treats for the other from time to time, he finally recalls who she was.

A month prior she had given him an extra treat for the promotion they were doing at the café. To return the favor, he’d assed the owner of the shop to return the favor a month later. He does recall that today was the exact month after Valentine’s day, so it must be correct.

He may have recalled seeing her a few times in the café, but he could sometimes be slow to recognizing people that he didn’t know very well on a personal basis. As a CEO, the number of people he meets on even a weekly basis would astound a regular person, so it sometimes took him a moment to connect the face to the acquaintance.

The man didn’t feel the need to answer a few of her questions, such as how he knew she’d be coming here—he didn’t, he just knew that she comes around sometimes. It was only a matter of time. Did he also like this place? If he didn’t, he wouldn’t visit somewhat frequently when he had the time. The sketch of him in her notebook was impressive to say the least, especially given that it was done by memory. He nods his head at her question that she did well with the sketch.

With the way she only gave a first name, he would do the same. He may be a CEO, but it wasn’t as though he was a celebrity personality, so many common folk didn’t know who he was. He did try to keep as low profile as he could, after all. “My name is Seth.”

[fightingthetides]

Continued from: [x] @vipermirage

“Huu…” Fon sighs, “If not listening to me is the best you can care for yourself, I’m curious to see how much worse you can get.” He is referring to the fact he hadn’t seen Mammon in some time and they’re already in this state. Fon starts doubting that Mammon can sustain a decent life without having someone to check up on them every once in a while.

“Why don’t you put everything away, get washed up and then go to bed properly? You can vent at me if that helps alleviate your stresses.” A sacrifice a wise and patient person is willing to make for the sake of others. Perhaps if it were anyone else, they’d appreciate his concern, but—this may not be the case here with Mammon.

[queenharumiura]

Closed started for @shnebrght

“Hahi? Oh! Onii-san!” Haru waved her hands enthusiastically, greeting the elder brother of one of her best friends. “Hello down there!” Haru perched up in a tree when she noticed Ryohei walking by. What was Haru doing up a tree you ask? Huhu… that’s a good question! A very good question, indeed. You see…

Haru’s stuck.

In her arms was a frightened cat. “Haru wanted to help this poor thing that got stuck up a tree and she climbed up to get it. The problem is… Haru can’t climb back down.” She didn’t think this through when she started climbing up the tree. She couldn’t jump down, because she was too far up for that. Climb down with one arm? The cat would panic and start climbing all over her if she’s not holding on with both hands. See? Stuck

“Can you lend Haru a hand please?”

[fangsofdestruction]

Closed starter for @dualfated

Rumors spread based off how much interest it garners from any listeners, and this one in particular caught the interest of Demons across the land, and it’s even reached the ears of some humans, though many of them didn’t understand the true significance of the rumors.

From what the rumors had to say, the Inu no Taisho had returned, but there was something different about him. That said, his might was something that couldn’t be denied as other Demons have been slain by his hand. There was a chance that there was some truth behind the rumors if Kikyo’s constant revivals were any indication that the cycle of life and death could be distorted.

Leaving Jaken and A-un behind to watch over Rin in the human village, Sesshomaru had ventured to trace down the mysterious individual who claims to have relations with his Father. IF Toga had returned among the living, what was his purpose now? Did he aim to reclaim his title as general and lord of the west? Had he been in search of his family?

If it were so, he had no intention of locating Sesshomaru by the way he hadn’t shown himself yet. Following the word of mouth from Demons that have crossed paths with ‘Toga,’ Sesshomaru found himself deep in the woods, where sunlight could penetrate through the leaves when the angle was aligned just right. He hears some rustling nearby, but he makes no movement to address who was causing the noise.

The scent he picked up minutes prior told him all he needed to know.

       ❝Have you also come to investigate, Inuyasha?❞ 

Should their Father have returned from the dead, the hanyo could finally meet their Father face to face and maybe have a bonding moment. Sesshomaru could leave after having quenched his curiosity. Sesshomaru notes that he could only smell Inuyasha’s scent, so he came alone.

[fightingthetides]

Continued from: [x] @unladielike

Mizumachi was an early riser, or a ‘morning person’ as many people would term it. He was always so full of energy, no doubt from the way he was an athlete who played high-energy sports. He needed something to burn off that excess energy that he had!

Always a social butterfly, he enjoyed being around people, especially those that he regarded as a friend (the bar isn’t that high for a guy like him), so he was excited to recognize Vivian in the morning. He gave her a big hug, much to her surprise. She didn’t get mad at him, and she didn’t push him away, so that’s a plus! This only means she’ll accept hugs in the future as well! That’s great!

“Hah? Can you sleep while standing?”

Horses can do that, but Vivian is no horse. He thinks about it for a moment, and a lightbulb goes off. With a grin, he crouches slightly, hooks an arm behind her knees and SCOOPS her up!

“Bet it’d be easier to sleep if you were carried. Mhaa~ Now you’re really at risk, haha!”

He’s being a silly jock, feel free to smack him. He might learn his lesson then. No promises.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmultimuse

Was Haru convinced? No. Did she instead find him acting as casually as possible to be somewhat suspicious? Yes, somewhat. She looks him over critically and notices the suspicious red on his shirt. She steps closer to him and smells his shirt and smells blood, a smell familiar to her.

Was this his blood? Was it the blood of another person? Was he hurt bad? Was he being stubborn and wanting to deal with this on his own? She holds him by the elbow and she starts leading him away from the eyes of others.

“Is this your blood? What happened?” There was no universe in which he could play this off and have her not worry like a hen over this. He could try, but he’d have to be prepared for a fight.

[queenharumiura]

True enough, this was a part of the scenic route, and yet she hadn’t been caught crying here yet until today. Perhaps luck was always on her side until today, or maybe it was just meant to happen that way. Haru didn’t like being seen when she was crying and much preferred to be alone, hence she tried to find a place where no one would be around to fuss over her or goad her for answers.

Though, she felt like it may be okay for today. She accepted Chrome’s presence, allowing her to sit next to her, giving her a small smile when she does. “What a coincidence, Haru comes here when she wants to get away from everything and cry. Her Father will fuss too much if Haru cries at home. He’ll bring back cake.” We all know how Haru is with cake. Self-restraint stopped being a part of her vocabulary the moment cake comes into the picture.

She shakes her head, “people at school don’t bother Haru,” she was a friendly soul, so she got a long with a large number of people. There was some jealousy, perhaps, but people generally didn’t have very mean things to say about her at school.

“It’s usually people that Haru doesn’t know that say things. Usually, Haru doesn’t let it get to her, but there are days when she can’t help but get hurt over the things they say about me- or rather, the things they assume about me.” She pulls her knees to her chin so she could rest against them.

“Sometimes…” she shook her head, deciding against saying anything. It wasn’t easy for her to open up about some of her thoughts and feelings, feeling as though she was being a burden. “It hurts, but Haru will be fine after she cries.”

From here :: @queenharumiura

⇢✶She was used to boundless optimism that radiated from Haru.  Haru was there for her alongside Kyoko when Chrome was left behind by the Kokuyo Gang.  Haru was there when Chrome was ordered around by M.M.  Chrome always wanted to make sure that care was reciprocated, but when that time came, Chrome was a little dumbfounded.

Chrome had been walking over to Tsuna’s for a meeting between the Guardians.  Chrome would meet in place of Mukuro and report back to him.  Kyoko and Haru would often tag along to help keep Nana busy.  However, today there was no sign of Haru, and everyone was worried.  Chrome offered to find her along with several others.  Chrome and Yamamoto were in charge of the park.

Chrome was checking near the pathways when Chrome happened upon a sniffling Haru.  Her eyes widened and she gently and ever so silently approached the girl.  She balled up a fist and wiped away Haru’s tears with the knuckle of her finger.  Chrome gave Haru a small, sympathetic smile.

She watched as Haru brushed her tears with her sleeves.  Chrome made sure to keep things gentle and soft.  Haru was at her most vulnerable.  “Hello, Haru,” she said, gently.  She blinked.  “It’s part of the scenic route, I think?  I take it when I need some time away from Kokuyo.”  She added, softly.  Chrome sat down next to Haru.

Chrome nodded as she listened to Haru.  She gently places a hand on Haru’s shoulder in a soothing gesture.  “They weren’t in the right,” Chrome says.  “Especially, talking about you.  These people… are they from your school?”

[fangsofdestruction]

Continued from: ( ☾ ) @halfdemonasagi

Sesshomaru’s eyes travel to the herb she was holding, taking note of its appearance to stow the information for possible future reference. Information is tantamount to power in various instances, and one would be remiss to disregard information when readily available to you.

From her scent and her pointed ears, he could tell that the woman before him had some Demon lineage along with her human parentage. In other words, she was a Hanyo. She must have been quite lucky if she could remain unfazed in the presence of a full-blooded Demon.

       ❝A Demon of this Sesshomaru’s caliber has no need for fear at night.❞

Not to mention that this general vicinity was relatively safe, else humans wouldn’t have settled nearby. Though strong Demons still roamed the lands, there weren’t many who could contest Sesshomaru head to head.

       ❝Most fear coming to my attention and flee before my presence.❞

He spoke the truth of the matter to educate rather than to pompously prop himself higher on an imaginary pedestal. Though humanoid he may appear, he was in truth a massive Demon canine, and most beasts would think twice before appearing before him. The scent of a predator was not one animals would ignore.

        ❝What herb is so precious that you come at night to procure it?❞

[fightingthetides]

@whiskeysmulti { ☁️ }

《𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭》

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The Cloud Guardian rolls his eyes, not intending to spare Gokudera any of his feelings should he feel offended by the act. The aloof Cloud was hardly the one to be considerate of anyone else’s feelings- much less if they were in the perceived wrong.

As the saying goes, ‘old habits die hard,’ and this one had one hell of a habit. Having taken in the yellow avians under his wing, they’d been repurposed to patrolling the streets of Namimori, serving as Hibari’s eyes and ears. An hour prior, he’d been alerted to a certain resident bomber getting involved in an altercation of sorts and would be in need of assistance.

With the intricate network of yellow avians answering to Hibari’s beck and call, the effort exerted in locating the bomber who had since relocated himself from the initial site of the alert being made was minimal. The coast was clear and Hibari looked down at the injured right hand of the pesky Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Loathe as he may be to associate himself with the lot, the fact remained thus: He was one of them. Whatever reason Gokudera had for getting into a fight was of little concern to the man at current. The truth would come to light in due time as a yellow bird had been tailing some of the runaway assailants who managed to run away. The others who had fell to Gokudera’s attacks were whisked away by Kusakabe.

【Best find the answer soon.】

Taking hold of Gokudera’s arm, he hoists the injured guardian to his feet. Albeit a bit rough, Hibari wasn’t one to be overly accommodating. From his initial visual assessment, Gokudera would be fine. A bit battered, but that was nothing the silverette couldn’t handle.

【Every injury you sustain, remember who would be concerned.】

Everyone within the Vongola would be concerned to know that Gokudera had been injured in battle. Though the reasonings may vary somewhat from person to person, the fact remained that his pain would be a cause of worry for the Vongola 10th generation. One could only imagine how the usually tame and complacent ‘herbivore’ would bare his fangs upon receiving the report.

An aggravated sigh.

【Be considerate of those who must console your girlfriend should the worst happen to you.】

Another jerk of the arm as Hibari starts escorting Gokudera to seek medical attention. Admittedly, he may be treating Gokudera rougher than necessary as he’s irritated. No one enjoyed to see their friends hurt, and in his eyes, Gokudera was doing just that each time he was reckless and Hibari was often the one tasked with breaking the news to her. He was normally the one who had to face the brunt of her panic and hurt.

[queenharumiura]

Continued from: [x] @whiskeysmultimuse

Haru had seen that he was in a tree from afar and didn’t think much of it. Possibly a cat stuck in a tree that he was trying to help. Maybe a kid had lost a toy up there and he’d climbed up there to get it out. At least, those are some of the reasons she’d climbed a tree for- and only got stuck because she belatedly remembered she was wearing a skirt. Good times, good times…

She saw him fall out of the tree, and she was worried that he’d hurt himself. Judging by the way he’d pulled his sleeve down and tried acting as if nothing had happened, she was going to guess he was embarrassed by what happened. As much as she understood that this may have been part of a guys bravado—she wasn’t going to let it pass. “Good evening, do you mind if I take a look? It would be bad if it were broken, right?” If the injury wasn’t anything major, surely they could call in a favor to Ryohei to fix up his injury? A true shame she didn’t have a strong affinity for the sun flame herself.

[fangsofdestruction]

The Demon would be lame and walking up to deaths doors if he couldn't notice the way that Kikyo had been staring at him, admiring his feathers. To say he could feel her gaze may sound exaggerated to some, and that was entirely because they could only ponder within human limitations.

Wishing to allow her to stare to her hearts content, he didn't make a move to alert her. Instead, he kept his eyes closed, keeping his breathing slow and leveled- the airs of being peacefully asleep in her presence. That was an honor not many had the privilege to boast of.

In truth, it was only fair to allow his beloved to admire his features when he too has done the same when she fell asleep by his side. He admired her soft, fragile skin, free of scars- like a free canvas for him to turn red by a simple smirk.

His beloved is quite cute, you see.

Kikyou could not help but smile, dark hues a molten brown as they gazed at him affectionately. She was not one to stare needlessly or at anyone for a particular length of time..but he was special.

Not to mention, things were different. Kikyou could permit herself to freely love and be loved without the burden of [much] duties and responsibilities like her former life.

Why couldn't she admire and love her beloved quietly? Was it such a crime?"

Her heart was full and the scars on her soul were healing. And it was thanks to her dearest..Sesshomaru.

@fangsofdestruction

[fangsofdestruction]

Continued from:  ( ☾ ) @blossomingbellflower​

Just as Kikyo understood him well, so did he of her. It was an unspoken mutual understanding that very little could get past the other, so to be more time efficient, it was best not to fuss. Kikyo and Sesshomaru both had the tendency to downplay whenever they were hurt, the former doing so because she’d been through worse and she knew she was not in any mortal danger. The latter, as a Demon knew that what appeared to be fatal for humans was nothing more than a minor setback.

The man had lost an entire forearm at one point and continued to live his life, quickly adjusting to the change. While he trusted her personal assessment of herself to know that she was in no danger, it was still ultimately safer to address the injuries than to leave them for later. There was no telling if some Demon had sneakily done something and somehow had it slip under the radar.

He’d reached for his shoulder and smoothly removed his haori to lightly drape it over Kikyo’s smaller frame. She did not look presentable to be seen by others, with the blood stains and the visages of the fabric she removed to bound the 3 boys. Using a spell to shroud them from being detected by others perception, Sesshomaru took to the skies to take a faster and more direct route to the gumi.

       ❝Leave the rest for others to deal with. Now, we shall get you checked.❞

There was no room for argument here as he’d as smoothly as softened butter, scooped her into his arms and left for the gumi to have their doctor check her over to ensure that the spirit hadn’t done anything sneaky with its dying breath. Placing curses upon their mortal enemy was more common than one would think, and removing curses was a simpler task when caught early on.  

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