#(I am not okay)

[dragonprincess18]

This man is the only one holding my sanity together right now.

i wonder what it's like to be emotionally stable. anyways [thinks about fictional characters to survive] i am fine

[chenslucy]

chenford in the season 7 promo

[emiliotheemu]

Minute 13:08 of Season 1 Episode 5 reaction:

[minlicious]

brb i need two to thousand business days to process “would you fall in love with me again?”

[tomikashii]

tokyo debunker : oneshot

📖 titanic au: haru sagara x reader (2.93k words)

titanic au, first class! reader, third class! haru, social class differences, arranged marriage, implied mental abuse (not from haru), cheating, not in the tkdb universe, no stigmas, slight out of character, angst, tragedy, drowning & major character death

this is my first time writing angst and a oneshot in a while, enjooooooooooy 💌‼️

The first time you saw Haru, he was standing at the railing of the Titanic, his fiery red hair catching the sunlight like an ember refusing to burn out. His dark eyes, wide open and filled with curiosity, stared out at the horizon, as though he could see beyond the ends of the earth.

You had wandered from the suffocating opulence of the first-class dining room, desperate for air, and there he was—a splash of color and life against the cold steel of the ship. He turned, catching your gaze, and a slow, lopsided smile tugged at his lips.

“You look like you’re about to jump,” he said, his voice warm and soft.

You blinked, startled. “Excuse me?”

“You’re gripping that railing like it’s your lifeline,” he teased. “If you’re planning an escape, I wouldn’t blame you. This ship feels more like a cage than a luxury liner.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Nobody spoke to you like that— not your overbearing fiancé, nor your parents, who treated you like a doll to be polished and displayed. But this boy, with his eyes and untamed grin, saw through you like no one else ever had.

“You’re wrong,” you said, but your voice faltered.

“Am I?” He tilted his head, studying you with a quiet intensity. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, as if tasting the sound. “I’m Haru. Haru Sagara.”

He didn’t offer a handshake, but something in the way he looked at you made you feel like you’d just crossed an invisible line.

—

Haru and you became inseparable in the days that followed. He took you to places on the ship you never knew existed—the bustling third-class deck where laughter and music flowed freely, the quiet engine room where the hum of the machinery felt like the heartbeat of the Titanic.

“You don’t belong up there,” he said one night, as you both sat on the deck beneath a blanket of stars. “With them.”

“And where do I belong?” you asked, your voice bitter.

“With me,” he said simply.

You laughed, though your chest ached. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, leaning closer. “But wouldn’t it be nice to stop pretending?”

His words were a knife through your armor. You turned to him, searching his face for any sign of jest, but his eyes were steady and sincere.

“I don’t know how,” You whispered.

“Then let me show you,” he said, his voice barely audible.

It was the first time he kissed you, his lips soft and trembling, as if he feared you might pull away.

You didn’t.

—

The night the iceberg struck, the world shattered. The ship groaned and cracked as the freezing water rushed in, chaos erupting around. Your fiancé grabbed your arm, shouting for you to get on a lifeboat, but you wrenched free.

“Haru!” You screamed, pushing through the panicked crowd.

When you found him, he was helping a little boy into a lifeboat, his face pale but determined.

His eyes locked onto yours as you ran to him, and for a moment, it felt like the chaos around you both have disappeared.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice breaking. “You need to get on a boat.”

“Not without you!” you cried, grabbing his hand.

He hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and the lifeboats. Then, with a nod, he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as if to shield you from the cold.

“We’ll figure it out,” he whispered. “Together.”

—

Amidst the silence of the sea, the screams around you were deafening.

The ship had tilted sharply by now, its deck slanted at a steep angle. Each step was a battle against gravity, every movement heavy and slow. But you pushed forward, knowing Haru's hand was tightly clutching yours, his eyes scanning the deck for any sign of hope, any chance of survival.

But there was none.

The lifeboats had already gone, drifting into the cold, black ocean, leaving only the desperate behind. A flare shot into the sky, bright and fleeting, lighting up the faces of those around you for just a moment before it disappeared, swallowed by the darkness.

You could hear the officers yelling, demanding the boats return, but there was nothing—no one to help, no way to escape. The shrieks of passengers filled the air, their bodies slipping across the slanted deck, crashing against obstacles with sickening thuds. The priest clutched the railing, leading prayers as others jumped, hoping their life jackets would save them from the icy waters below.

Haru's face was set with determination as he looked at you. "We need to get to the stern," he said urgently, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "It’s our only chance."

You nodded, your heart hammering, and together you began to climb, pushing against the tilt of the deck. Water poured in from all sides, sweeping over the railings, dragging everything in its path. You fought against it, your muscles screaming as you gripped anything you could—doors, railings, anything to keep from being dragged back into the freezing water.

"I’m falling—!"

"I got you." Haru’s voice was a lifeline, pulling you up when your strength faltered, guiding you with steady hands.

The ship groaned beneath you, the metal creaking and screaming in protest as it began to split apart, its sound like the roar of a dying beast. It was terrifying, the worst sound you’d ever heard, but you kept moving, kept climbing, until you reached the stern, the ship’s rear rising high above the water.

“Quick. Climb over!” Haru urged, helping you over the railing. “Hold on tight. No matter what, don’t let go.”

You did as he said, fingers frozen against the cold metal. Your thoughts were a blur, your body numb from the cold as the stern tilted nearly vertical, towering above the sinking ship. Haru’s voice kept you grounded. He climbed beside you, his face close, his breath visible in the air.

“This is where we first met,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Right here... on the stern.”

Haru gave you a small, sad smile. “And it’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said softly. His lips met yours briefly, a fleeting warmth in the cold night. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

“I love you,” you whispered, the words barely escaping your frozen lips, a lump thick in your throat. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I promise… after this night, you’ll be in a warm bed. In my arms. Safe. I won’t let go.”

“Har—”

The ship groaned again, louder this time, the stern lifting even higher. “Hold on tight!” Haru shouted over the deafening roar, pulling you close as the ship tilted further, the ocean threatening to swallow it whole.

You clung to the railing, your body pressed tightly against his, the cold winds biting through your clothes. The stars above, distant and indifferent, looked down as the universe silently watched the destruction unfold below. The ocean, dark and unforgiving, churned, waiting to take everything.

“I’ll never let go,” you whispered, your breath catching in your chest. “No matter what.”

“Together,” Haru promised, his voice steady even as the ship’s descent continued.

The ship groaned, and with a sudden, terrifying force, it plunged into the abyss, pulling you down with it. The cold hit you immediately, a shock to your body as you fought to swim, to reach the surface.

When your head broke through the water, you gasped for air, but all around you was chaos—people struggling, screaming, disappearing beneath the waves. You searched desperately for Haru, your heart racing.

And then you saw him, bobbing in the water, his eyes searching for yours. “Haru!” you cried, swimming towards him.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” he asked, his voice frantic as he kissed your face, over and over, desperate to keep you close.

But the cold was overwhelming. Your limbs felt heavy, your body succumbing to the freezing water. “I can’t... I can’t anymore.”

“No, Y/N! You can do it!” Haru shouted, reaching for your hand. “There! A piece of debris!”

He pulled you toward a floating piece of a door, guiding you through the freezing water. “Climb up!”

But your hands were numb, your vision blurry. As you tried to pull yourself up, the world around you grew dim, and everything became too heavy to fight against. You couldn’t feel the cold anymore—it was just the crushing weight of despair.

—

With every ounce of strength left in your frozen limbs, you managed to pull yourself onto the door, though your body trembled violently from the cold. Reaching out, you grabbed Haru's hand, trying to help him up, but the door tilted precariously, threatening to vanish beneath the water. That was when he made his choice.

“It’s fine,” Haru said softly, his voice fragile yet resolute. “Stay there. Don’t move.”

Instead, he stayed in the icy water beside you, his body acting as a shield, ensuring no one would try to take your place. His lips turned an unnatural shade of blue, and his face lost all color, becoming almost unrecognizable from the boy you knew.

“Haru,” you whispered, your chattering teeth betraying the rising panic in your voice.

“Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” he replied, though the tremor in his voice gave him away. “I promise.”

But the sea didn’t care for promises. His hands, once so steady and warm, were now ice against yours as they clung to your shaking fingers.

“You’re going to live,” he murmured, barely loud enough to hear. “You have to. You need to.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but the cold stole them away before they could fall. Still, you refused to loosen your grip on him, clutching his hand as though it could keep him tethered to you, to life. “Since the day we met… all you’ve ever done… is save me.”

“And I’d do it again,” he stammered through shivering breaths, his words faltering as his strength faded. “A thousand times, I’d save you. You’re meant to keep going, Y/N. You’re not supposed to stay here.”

Your lips, cracked and numb, pressed softly against the back of his frozen hand. “I love you.”

His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, found yours. “I love you too.”

—

The watch on your left wrist said it was already past 2:00 a.m., yet time passed by in an excruciating crawl. It felt cruel, how the seconds dragged on now, each one mocking the brief moments that had truly mattered in your life. A life that, you realized, had stretched for years but had only really existed for three fleeting days.

“Haru?” you whispered after a long silence, turning to him and shaking his hand lightly. “Where do we go after this?”

But his eyes were closed now, his face unnaturally still, his body half-submerged in the freezing water. His skin had turned a pallid blue, his lips white and cracked. No… You shook him harder, panic rising in your chest as his face was as solid as a block of ice. “Haru!” you called out, your voice trembling at the suggestion of his current state. “Wake up! Please… wake up!”

Silence. Nothing but heartbreaking silence. The lack of response made you sob, but you still managed to pull his hand closer to your chest, feeling your heart being torn asunder as you looked at him.

“No, no, no… please, no…” You clutched him desperately, feeling the weight of his cold, unmoving body against the wood. “Haru, please. Please. Open your eyes. P-Please… You said you’d n-never let go.”

It struck you then, the devastating truth: you'd spent your entire life in the shell of existence, going through the motions of days, months, and years. But it was only when Haru had entered your world that you began to truly live. In those three days, you had felt everything—joy, love, terror, heartbreak. A lifetime compressed into a fragment of time. And now that fragment was slipping away, sinking beneath the icy waves.

Along with your quiet tears, the ocean around you had become lull as if a deathly silence fell over the waters. The shrieks and cries were no more, replaced by the soft lapping of the waves and the distant creaking of the lifeboats.

If not for the faint voice carried over the water, you would have passed out. But someone was calling out, a beam of light flashing your way, forcing you to stay awake. You turned your head, blinking away tears, and saw a lifeboat finally coming back. After what seemed like eons, the crew shone their lights around, searching for survivors, hoping to save anyone at all.

“Over here!” you screamed, waving your hand frantically as your voice wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear. “Please, help us!”

The beam of light turned toward you, and you heard the oars slicing through the water as the lifeboat approached. Relief may have flooded through you, but then you looked back at Haru, his face still and peaceful, like he was sleeping.

“Miss, let him go,” one of the men in the lifeboat carefully said, reaching out to you. “He’s gone… you have to let go.”

“No!” you protested, holding onto Haru’s hand tighter, eyes filling up with tears again. “I can’t. I can’t let him go.”

“Please, miss,” the man urged, his voice softening into a pained tone. “You have to let go… or you’ll go down with him.”

Your chest tightened with agony, every fiber of your being screaming to hold on. To never let go. You promised him. You made a vow to him that you would figure everything out together. But as you looked at Haru's face, so serene in death, you knew he was already gone. He had left long before you could say goodbye.

Tears streamed down your face as you leaned down, pressing a final kiss to his cold, unresponsive lips. “I love you,” you whispered, voice breaking into a sob. “I’ll never forget about you.”

You had spent years waiting for something—anything—to give your life meaning. And Haru had been the answer. Three days of love, laughter, and connection, and now it was over. You were left with decades ahead of you, but you knew you would spend every moment of them feeling hollow, like the best part of you had already lived and died in those few, precious days.

With trembling hands, you released your grip on his hand, watching as his body slowly slipped beneath the icy water, sinking into the heart of the ocean. Your heart shattered as you watched him disappear, Haru, the love of your life slipping away forever.

The men wrapped a blanket around you, their voices barely registered in your mind as they asked if you were okay.

But you weren’t. You would never be the same again. You stared out into the endless, dark sea, where Haru had disappeared, knowing a piece of you had gone with him, lost forever in the cold, unforgiving waters of the Atlantic.

How could you return to a life that had stretched for years but had only ever felt real for three days?

[butternutt613]

IF YOU NEED ME I'LL BE IN THE CORNER CRYING MY GOD DAMN EYES OUT JESUS CHRIST

love your work! any chance for some sad sebastian? you write sad ominis with such grace i'd love a little more drama if possible. xoxoxox

I swear someone is listening in on the conversations @eva-fitzgerald and I have because we literally were talking about this earlier today. A lazy oneshot written in the car as we drive home for Christmas. Enjoy xx

“So, what do I tell everyone if you don’t come home one night?” “The truth – that I died doing my job.”

The small black box I held in my hands was standard government issue. A ‘goodbye box’ was what most widows of ministry workers called them, however only being engaged, I wasn’t sure the lingo applied in my situation. What was usually delivered by a high-end ministry official, had been brought by instead by his best friend. Waking up to the sound of knocking at my cottage door a little after 3am, Ominis was the last person I expected to be standing there. His choice of words deliberate – tone cold, yet soft as he spoke. As if hearing what he was saying with a more sympathetic, yet straightforward voice would make things easier. However, irrespective of what he saw, experienced and recollected throughout the current ongoing wizarding war; it was obvious that the requirement of delivering bad news never got easier.

“And you think the kids will understand?” “Sweetheart, I’m doing this for them.”

Stumbling back into the house, I left the door open for Ominis to follow through and took a seat on a sofa; balancing the small black box on the tops of my thighs as hands cradled the lid to lift it and peek inside. I could feel my breathing hitch, my skin begin to burn, hot tears fall into the corners of my eyes. I knew however, I had to stay quiet and not wake the sleeping toddlers in their bedrooms. Feeling Ominis hand on my shoulder; gently rubbing as it travelled along onto my back I sighed softly, knowing this day would have to one day come.

“Sebastian you’re being unreasonable.” “No, you just aren’t being supportive.”

The first thing my eyes flickered over in the box was his auror badge; employee number etched into the back as if that’s all he was. Beside this, the trusty broken teal checkerboard wand handle I knew had failed him. There were a few folded pieces of parchment, notes maybe or letters unsent. Beneath them a photo of the children poking out from behind the cover of a leather-bound journal I’d one day bring myself to read. That was what made the first tears fall. In silence. The photograph of the children.

“You know what, I’m sick of this argument. Just... go.” “Promise you, we’ll talk more about it when I get home.”

Closing the lid; I managed to keep it together only barely as I placed the box on the coffee table and picked nervously at my lips. A quick look at Ominis which held vulnerability, naivety and despair without a single word spoken had him responding that he’d stay until the children woke up; knowing that right now, solitude was not what I needed. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed dryly, remembering our last conversation before Sebastian left for work the previous evening. A heated argument: words left unsaid, tensions high as they had been the last few weeks; knowing through whispers, rumours and phone calls what he’d be dealing with and going through.

“…fine.” “I love you.”

I’d never have the chance to turn back time and reply. The image of him leaving home for work one I’d forever have etched into the back of my mind. We’d promised each other we’d never argue before work or before going to bed; but the regret of our last conversation would haunt me now forever. Ominis rubbed my knee gently before whispering that he’d go and check on the kids. And once alone; in the darkness of this house with a fireplace dying out which no longer felt like a home, the cries came crashing down uncontrollably.

[noble-crimson]

Can’t talk, still recovering from that absolute UNIT of an episode……oh my gosh, Kingerrrrrrr 😭✨

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Pompeii by Bastille fits them so well and it won’t stop playing in my head 😭

[peblezq]

Good Omens 2 was like reading a 100k fanfic in the middle of the night that you realize was left unfinished and last updated 5 years ago, and you are left alone with this earth-shattering cliffhanger

[syrcinus]

Maybe in another life, things would be different.

[margindoodles2407]

@whyoneartheven

clone of solitude

Summary: When the hands that wipe your tears away are your own. AU: HFSW, Ik'aad Taglist: @kybercrystals94 @fionas-frenzy @padawancat97 @margindoodles2407 @dreamsight73 @groguandthebadbatch @comfy-vember

Comfy-vember 2024, Day 22: Lamplight

She recalls reaching up, ever up, arms outstretched beyond her head. She recalls whining shrill and high, shrieking her tantrums with hands that clenched open and shut, tugging at hems of clothing rough and old.

A laugh would rumble in the air like warm seaquakes, or a sigh would flow softly as a shoal flitting past clear windows. Arms would surround her body, even littler than she is now, and lift her up into the firm hold of a father.

At times, it was for him alone she reached. To wind her arms around his neck, to rest her head upon his shoulder, to be comforted with the simple embrace of his beating heart and kind voice.

More often, however, her demands were for all and sundry.

The doll sitting too far above with taunting eyes. The fruit tucked away in a cabinet. The object of her desire held away from her grasping paws.

Her arms would stretch, and her voice would insist, and she would look up, always up, ever up. Once her wishes would be granted, once she would be denied.

But now, alone in her bed, alone in her shared chambers, her Kaminoan caretaker elsewhere delving even at such dark hours into alchemical realms, Omega recalls reaching, ever up, ever beyond her head, for the lamps glowing white and set in high ceilings.

“The sun!” she recalls crying out at last, one stubby finger pointing with the hand that does not use her father’s shoulder for support. “The sun!”

His face had drawn quiet, pinching together as if in pain. “Nayc, ad’ika,” he had spoken in silent voice, “You are mistaken. That is only a lamp of the Kaminii’se.”

Perhaps her confusion had shown, for his lips had twisted in a rueful smile. He had laughed, subdued though it had been, and brought her down to sit upon his lap.

“Tech could expound upon their differences better, ner kar’ta. But I will tell you what I know as best as I am able.”

He had waved one arm above. “These lamps, they shine with the magic of our creators. Therein lies their power: in the hands of the Kaminoans.”

“But the sun—” and then, she had seen a madness in his wide eyes, wonderful and awestruck— “The sun is not one that derives its glory from another. From within itself, by means we do not understand, it glows with strength unimaginable.”

“May I see it, Buir?” had been her request, breathless from the brilliance he had described.

And—

She closes her eyes, even if it is the same void before and beneath her eyelids. She turns to her side and pulls her blanket up under her chin, imagining phantom hands tucking her in gently and stroking her hair.

Oh, his face, his face, how great his anguish had been, strewn about the lines and scars, edging along the dark ink that shrouded him half in the image of death. There is no doubt she had seen tears shining in his eyes, a thin layer of shimmering gauze. If the lamps were the undersea images of the sun, his eyes could replace the stars.

From the back of his throat had come a strange noise, and a smile erupted from his crumbling features for her alone.

“Perhaps one day, kar’ika, you will see it. Perhaps one day, I shall hold your hand in mine and show you the world above the seas.”

The pillow provides soft ground to bury the tears flowing from her eyes, presently. She had not understood the reason for his sorrow that day.

She had not known it was the last moment she would spend in his company.

The air grows heavy and stifling, the darkness muffling both breath and thought. Suddenly, she finds herself yearning for the light, warm and true. Suddenly, she finds herself longing for strong arms and tender voices and dear kisses that chase her fears away.

She leans over her bed, she fumbles for the stand at her bedside.

Suddenly, she finds herself in need of the stars in the eyes of her aliit.

Upon the stand is a canister of glass, encased in a sliding sheath of metal. Desperate fingers graze the handle, and she pulls its shutter open.

She breathes a sigh of tear-stained relief at the sight of the familiar gleam of blue.

Nala Se has allowed her this kindness, to keep to herself in this vessel the luminescent beings of the sea. They are studied, these unseen and numerous creatures, in the many laboratories of the subnautical fortress. As a viscous blur, their slow pulsating glow is the only surety she bears that they are indeed filled with life.

She sits there, in the dark, watching her little blue lamp, hands clutching her blanket to her chest. Her cheeks are wet, and she tastes salt at the edges of her lips.

A year has passed since she sat last in the dear company of her buire. A year since she has heard their hearty laughter, seen their ever-wide smiles. A year since she has been torn cold from love.

She knows little of them now, their whereabouts forever lost to fleeting speech and remarks whisked away from her ears too swiftly. They are upon one island, battling the undead, and only a moment later they have crossed onto the next.

There are tales of their prowess. Of one with curious devices aplenty and diction too particular for any clone. Of another who rends rock asunder with his bare hands and speaks in thunder. Of a third with a tongue like a sharp lash and sharper arrows that forever strike their mark. Of a leader whose bold words bear fangs and moves quicker than wit.

But that is all they are, here at the end of the day: tales, mere words, crafted by men who have not known them as she. Who have not seen their true colours, a lively harmony of joy and valor. Who have not heard their gentle lullabies fill the air with the tenets of soldiers and the legends of sailors.

She pulls the pillow before her face, holds it close against her heart like a doll of red and black. Her lamp glows, her sheets rustle, she sits weeping unspoken tears in the dead of sea-night.

And her mind reaches for the shadows of her lost loves.

[hansoeii]

dear ed, I love everything about you.

[ace7librarian]

That scene was gay as fuck

[starsofang]

simon was the only one who could understand you. of course, he understood your interests and your distastes, but he was the only one who could understand you.

on days where you couldn’t get out of bed, couldn’t shower, couldn’t live, simon was the one who understood. he’d lay in bed with you, bathe with you, even when he barely fit in the tub and would have to maneuver his legs in an uncomfortable position to fit the both of you.

when the world was against you, simon stood tall by your side.

when you didn’t have it in you anymore to keep on going, simon gave you a second chance.

he knew how you felt. how when things got bad again, nobody was there to pick you back up, to tell you things will be okay, to hug you. simon never had that for himself, so when he met you, a shattered reflection of himself, he provided you with what he didn’t have.

unconditional love. undying affection. admiration on days where you felt you didn’t deserve it. everything he didn’t get before you, he gave you twice as much.

simon glued back your broke pieces with the utmost care. and when you broke again, he’d do it all over.

simon loved you for you. he loved every fragment that cracked along the way. loved you on days where you didn’t love yourself, and loved you on days where you felt like you were on top of the world.

where most people saw an ugly flower, shriveling up into rotted petals, he saw the garden of eden blossoming right before his eyes. he watered every intricate flowers, providing you with warm rays of sunshine in order to assure you would grow.

he took his time with you. he remained patient, because love always is. after all, you can’t bloom a garden without the occasional parasite or weed, and simon would get on hands and knees, fingers in the dirt if it meant tending to you.

[captainsaltypear]

for legal reasons caine needs to give pomni her own marketable gummipoo plushie. as a treat.

[lovertm]

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