#I have never yet met a ‘bad’ child but I have met too many children without the support and understanding they need

[himblebo]

Last night I watched 3 children while their parents went to a concert—2 five year olds and an eight year old—and they were calling each other nonsense mean names. I asked what one of the names meant and they told me “it means Donald Trump.” I laughed at that because. Kids are funny. And then the LOOK that came over them all as they squinted at me suspiciously and the eldest asked me quietly, “are you voting for him, or are you voting for her?”

And guys they literally started cheering and dancing when I said I was voting for Kamala Harris and it was just the funniest sweetest little moment ever

[rainbowberriesandcookies]

Orihime's weird food combinations actually make a lot of sense-

It's one of those things that in the moment, it's used for comedic relief when other characters see her or hear about her weird food combinations but honestly there's also a lot of subtlety that makes me wonder if Kubo has more personal experience growing up poor or with food security because my god it makes too much fucking sense.

We know that Sora and Orihime had abusive parents who were described as the types of people that would hit a child until it stopped crying and that Sora intentionally hid her away from them to take care of her.

Chances are, their parents never taught Sora how to cook or take care of himself properly, and growing up, he likely had to feed Orihime little bits of what he could put together before he was able to turn 18 and run away with her.

At the start of the story, Ichigo says that Sora died three years ago and at the start of the story, Ichigo and Orihime are both around 15 years old. Which means Orihime was no older than 12 when Sora died.

Have you seen what 12-year-olds left to their own devices eat? And eventually, we find out that Orihime is taken care of by a distant relative who only sends her money as long as she keeps her grades up. Given that she lives by herself, it's likely only enough money to ensure that Orihime isn't homeless or starving - but not enough to actually buy proper meals.

And if it is - Orihime likely doesn't know what a proper meal looks like. From how Sora described their parents, he likely had to raise himself as many children do in abusive relationships, and then had to raise Orihime. But children often learn things from their parents like how to cook, clean, etc.

Another character with a similar home life that Orihime reminds me of is Taiga from Toradora.

Until she met Ryuji, Taiga pretty much lived on convenience store food as her parent(s) only sent money every so often. Likely - once again - it was just enough to make sure she wasn't homeless or on the streets but not enough to be able to afford cooking proper meals and Orihime - like Taiga - likely doesn't really know what normal food or meals really look like.

And as early as the volume 2 character profiles, we learn that Orihime is supported by relatives.

At one point, she's even seen eating bread likely because it was all she could afford.

In Chapter 14, Orihime just brings an entire loaf of bread and a can of red bean paste to lunch and as early as Volume 2 we learn that she's supported by relatives - yet we also know that she lives alone which even as early as this it can be assumed that they're fairly distant and only do so out of obligation rather than love.

Come Chapter 450, this is elaborated on even more

She outright mentions that a distant aunt pays for her living expenses and sends her less when her grades go down. And here, you can see her recounting what she heard about her parents being "really abusive" from her brother all with a smile on her face despite the fact that it's a pretty somber.

Another hint to the food insecurity is how Orihime looked at the donuts earlier and Riruka upon hearing this, let Orihime eat as much as she wanted.

It's in her own way, but Riruka clearly understood that Orihime didn't really have a good home life. But she's a tsundere so Riruka has to say that she doesn't want them anymore instead of outright saying she feels bad and doesn't want to deprive someone who likely has never really had too much food security of food that's right in front of them. The typical "It's not like I care or anything" from tsunderes like Riruka.

Jumping back to earlier chapters-

Orihime joked with Tatsuki about having to carry around a sleeping bag and sleeping outdoors after being kicked out of her apartment following the hollow incident in Chapter 24.

Given that Tatsuki didn't appreciate the joke and up till this point, she's one of Orihime's closest friends, chances are Tatsuki knows that Orihime has a precarious living situation which is why the joke didn't come off as funny because Tatsuki would also know that Orihime is the type to just smile her way through all of her troubles.

So combined with what we know...

As early as Chapter 4 her apartment was damaged as a result of Ichigo's battle with Acidwire, in Chapter 14 she brings bread and red bean paste to school to eat and in Chapter 24 Tatsuki doesn't appreciate her jokes about having to be in a sleeping bag until she finds a new place before admitting that she's actually staying in a hotel.

Chances are her grades slipped to the point she couldn't afford rent anymore or the damage to the apartment was that bad - either way the result was a pretty big strain on her already tight finances.

Orihime's odd food tendencies aren't just to make her quirky, but one of the only ways she knows how to survive. After all - a lot of people who live in poverty or struggle with food security eat and enjoy strange meals like mustard sandwiches where it is just bread and mustard or sugar sandwiches where it's just butter, bread, and sugar... A lot of struggle meals honestly involve some type of bread because it is cheap and filling.

Bread is one of the cheapest food items you can afford and while everyone else thinks that her food combinations are horrid... there is at least one person who appreciates them.

Rangiku!

And from what we know, Rangiku also had a very similar upbringing where she was found starving and alone by Gin. He offered her persimmons, a fruit that when eaten at the wrong time is very sour but when it's ripe it's mushy/soft. Because of this, persimmons can be something of an acquired taste - and when they're dried the flavor of them is even more concentrated

All in all, her quirky food habits are a subtle nod to her upbringing, and thinking about it now, it makes sense as to why it never really sat right with me when people would callously make fun of her food combinations or rather treated them like a genuine character flaw to mock and demean her over.

It's used for comedy because when you hear certain struggle meals, they really don't be making any sense and sound disgusting! Yet at the same time, it's a result of having to make do with what you have and your tastes revolving around that.

Even with the consistency of Rangiku, someone who was found starving enjoying her food combinations - it makes me wonder if Rangiku is no stranger to eating weird things or combinations on occasion. It also contrasts with Toshiro who was shown not really enjoying the food combinations, but unlike Orihime or Rangiku, he's never really been shown starving or hungry in his backstory because he had his grandmother and Momo with him.

Because of that, it's kinda hard to chalk up Orihime's weird food tendencies and growing up poor to be a "lucky coincidence" because the other person who enjoys them too grew up similarly to her - where food was scarce. Given how seemingly well thought out it is, it makes me wonder if Kubo himself may have either had or knew someone who struggled with food scarcity.

[yanderes-galore]

I have seen requests were open! I have one, if it's okay-

Platonic yandere catnap/Theo x little(maybe trans if your comfortable) sis reader

Who he had gotten out before the hour of Joy all those years ago, but is back now trying to find him?

(Idk, I love sibling relationships and yanderes-)

Have a good day/night!^^

I'm just going to keep it general female pronouns as it just... doesn't change the story much? Here's more CatNap, this one is closer to canon than the normal AU I do.

You aren't actually related to Theo in this to make the plot work, but he sees you as his Little Sister... if that's okay? It doesn't change much plot-wise, I promise.

Yandere! CatNap with Little Sis! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Human experimentation, Violence, Death, Drugging (Poppy Gas), Kidnapping, Stalking, First portion of this Darling is a child, Second portion you and CatNap are adults due to the time skip, Violence, Murder, Blood, Religious themes, Forced companionship.

A long time ago, you were raised in the Playcare Orphanage alongside Theo.

However, you weren't really one of the orphans.

Your parents were either scientists or perhaps even the founder of Playtime Co.

You were merely dropped off at Playcare to be watched, unaware of all the experiments going on.

Well... how could you be aware in the first place?

You were only five....

Theo was actually a playmate of yours, but you two acted like siblings.

Theo, the troublesome kid, saw you like a little sister.

You two were often seen playing with one another.

Scientists and your own parents originally were concerned when Theo grew attached to you.

The kid was a known troublemaker, often blaming his behavior on his "imaginary friend".

Supposedly he even spoke to you about his "friend", yet at your age you didn't entirely understand him.

You also saw Theo as a friend and sibling, even expressing despair when you learned Theo had gotten himself into a bad accident.

Truthfully, you never knew the real fate of Theo.

You were still often visiting Playcare when CatNap was introduced.

You were told Theo was "adopted" and "moved away".

In reality the kid became CatNap, reborn in a new body due to the Bigger Bodies project.

CatNap retained some memories that Theo had, but was essentially a new being.

He was the new guardian of Playcare, one meant to "protect and discipline" the orphans.

CatNap scared many of the kids or just... didn't get along with most.

However, with you?

Scientists noticed that CatNap was oddly attached to you.

The large cat hovered around you, acted playful and affectionate, and seemed to dislike you playing with other children and Smiling Critters.

The going theory was CatNap remembered you from when Theo was alive.

After all, CatNap often rambled about "The Prototype", it would make sense if he remembered his playmate.

Many STAFF were reluctant to pull you away from CatNap.

The large purple cat often picked you up, curling around you and purring.

STAFF were often met with hostility when they tried to take you away.

You had grown to adore CatNap, the large lavender smelling cat often putting you to sleep and watching over you.

You played with CatNap for years, perhaps four years after he was created.

You were around nine or ten before your parents wanted to stop you from going to Playcare.

They knew you were getting too old and CatNap (who would probably be around eleven or twelve) was getting too overprotective of his playmate.

CatNap still saw you as close to him, although the lines between sibling, friend, and playmate often blurred together.

You were taken out of Playcare before the Hour of Joy.

While you were sitting at home, no doubt with either your mother or father, CatNap was panicking when he couldn't find his best friend and sibling.

Poor you had no clue about the truth of Playtime Co.

Not until ten years later, where you return to the factory to learn the truth.

By this point you're just about in your 20s, which means CatNap would be too.

It's been years since you've entered this place.

You want to know the truth about Theo... only beginning to realize your mistake once you're trapped inside.

I imagine you follow a similar journey to the player character in Poppy Playtime.

You meet Poppy, you defeat Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Longlegs...

Eventually you return to Playcare... and memories come flooding back.

You know you need to escape, but you're also scanning your surroundings for answers.

All the while CatNap is hunting you... soon realizing just who you are.

It's been years and you have matured into a young woman.

CatNap feels a pang of envy deep within him.

Perhaps deep down he wishes he could've grown up alongside you.

CatNap doesn't hunt you for food or a sacrifice to The Prototype... he hunts you because you mean a lot to him.

Memories spark within him, times where you two would play and you'd even call him "brother".

It didn't matter if you were really related or not... you were bound together.

Even as the guardian of Playcare he cared for you.

He was devastated when you were gone.

But now you're here...!

Now you can play again!

CatNap would probably make his move eventually, stalking and watching you until the time is right...

Then, without warning, he'd use his Poppy Gas to knock you out.

If you had a gas mask, he'd break it before making you hallucinate.

When you eventually fall asleep... CatNap would pick you up by the back of your clothes and carry you down into the depths of Playcare.

Mini Smiling Critters scurry around in the dark but remain obedient when CatNap growls at them.

The large cat takes you deep into his territory before placing you down.

Like he did when you two were younger, he curls around you protectively.

You wake up eventually to the smell of blood and the faintest smell of lavender.

You're wrapped tightly in the tail of CatNap as the beast purrs and growls away in his sleep.

Upon your attempts to struggle against him, the cat shoots awake and glances at you.

You freeze when you see the beady white eyes stare back at you...

Only to hear and a loud purr as the cat nuzzles into you.

Nearby is CatNap's shrine to The Prototype, the cat silently happy that his prayers have been answered!

Now you two can play together... forever.

CatNap no doubt makes you, his little sister, worship The Prototype.

Mini Smiling Critters are docile towards you, mostly because CatNap would eat them if they weren't.

Speaking of eating... You often see CatNap hunt other toys and drag them to you.

The mix of toy and flesh is... nauseating to you.

However, you can't eat anything else.

Resulting in you trying to adapt.

Escape is near impossible without a Grab-Pack.

Even if you had one, CatNap never lets you out of his sight.

Despite you being an adult, CatNap still treats you like a little kid.

He never leaves your side and is incredibly protective of you.

If you tried to leave him, he'd have you gassed to drag you back.

In his own way... CatNap loves you.

He loves his little sister and playmate...

You two can now play in Playcare just like old times... even if it kills you in the end.

[noemilivv]

Hi Hi Hiii!!

I just came across your blog for the first time and OMG YOUR CONTENT IS SO SILLY I LOVE IT AHENEGSNWVDBEGDEE (the aesthetic is <33)

That 300 thingy was so cute,too bad i missed it 😭😭

Anyways,

May I ask for some platonic! Alastor,Rosie,Zestial,Carmilla,Vox,Adam and Husk (don't be afraid to shorten the list if it's too many 😭 I usually give a lot so you can write those you have more inspiration for) with a child!reader that is stereotypically childish and just very energetic and happy? Like,they love bright colors,plushies,running around,climb on stuff,always are happy but overall is a very nice and polite kid and will behave if kept occupied? Maybe one day the kid isn't all happy like always and the character worried? (Idk you do you,I just want a silly little chaotic kid!reader 😭😭)

I love platonic stuff so yeah :3

Anyways,I hope you can and enjoy writing this!!

I hope you have a really nice day! Don't forget to drink water and have rest!!

Stay proud!

-Nina <3

AWEEE TYSM !! i’m glad you enjoy my content (as well the aesthetic of my blog hehe), dw tho!! i’ll def have more events similar to my 300 celly in the future ~

as of now, i do not write for zestial or carmilla, but other than that i can do the rest ! enjoy !

Adam, Alastor, Husk, and Rosie + Chaotic!Child!Reader

Adam

He literally loves you to pieces bro, it makes him consider kids later on in his afterlife

Wrestling is constant with the the two of you, he’ll let ya beat him up for fun, he’ll swing ya around, anything ya want!!

Although, if you start swearing at a young age, now it’s thinks to him!

If he sees that the chaotic and fun kid he knows just isn’t feeling it today, he’ll plop down next to ya, try to make you laugh or smile, but if he gets no response? Crushed bro.

He’ll just be like “What’s wrong little bro?” with a 🥺 look on his :’)

Alastor

Alastor wasn’t much of a kid person, well.. until he met you.

You were fun to be around - energetic, but also still polite, as well as entertaining

He would have you do some tasks, giving him less work, and it kept you occupied

Although one day, his charming little kiddo wasn’t their normal happy self.

Al would bend to your level, a soft smile on his face, “Young one, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Husk

To be honest, kids weren’t really Husk’s thing, teenagers? Sure. But young children, eh…

Well, until he met you, you were polite, but still had a lot of energy and were fun to be around — but also knew when to shush.

He would especially love it when you would say the most out of pocket shit, and just not know, cause you’re just a kid!

But when he sees his little stinker without their usual smile, he’s concerned.

When you come to the bar with your little soft frown, Husk will lean over the counter to face you, whispering a small ‘Keep pushing tiger, ya got this.’

Rosie

Rosie adores children of all ages, she’s a very motherly person, so it’s safe to say when you first stumbled into her emporium, clueless, she was more than delighted to help you!!

Once she got to know you, she was in awe about how a child could be more perfect, you were so grown yet so innocent, it was cute, really.

So when she sees you stumble back to her parlor, looking like you had just cried, her heart broke for you.

She’ll take your hand, and lead you off to your usual talking spot, giving you a cup a tea, “C’mon now, sweetie, what’s got ya in a funk? What can I do?”

[charliedawn]

Hey this is some stupid fear I have but how would some slasher ( whoever you want. ) React to a nurse who is young like in 20s and isn't scared at dying at a young age or isn't scared of dying like any time, but it's scared to grow up? It's really a stupid fear I have personal.

P.S you don't need to do it tho.

( sorry for the bad Grammer, English is my second language. )

Pennywise:

"Yeah. Growing up is scary, kid. I won’t lie to you. But, guess what ? It is part of the process." Pennywise hesitated before patting your head. "Cheer up. Being mortal isn’t all that bad. Living forever is a bore honestly."

Pennywise’s throat tightened as he realised that you would grow up. He knew it was a process and that in the blink of an eye…You would be gone. He waited a few seconds before surprising you by pulling you into a hug. Your eyes widened as you realised that he was shaking.

"Pennywise…" You uttered in a whisper before sighing and hugging him back.

He didn’t say anything. Truth was ? He was scared too. But, he didn’t want to tell you with words. So, he hugged you and hoped you’d understand that he was scared too…but that he was happy that whatever little life you had left, he’d be right next to you until the end.

Penny:

Penny lost so many people in his life that he asked Pennywise to erase his memories of the people he used to love. When you shared your fears with him however, he tilted his head and seemed to ponder on it for a moment before shrugging.

"I could make you live forever. Would you be happier if I did ? Make you immortal ?"

You started thinking about it.

Living forever ? You smiled sadly and shook your head negatively.

"Thank you, Penny. But…I don’t think I would like to live forever. Life is meant to be precious…It is not meant to go on forever."

Penny tilted his head and looked puzzled, but he didn’t say anything. It was odd. He had never seen his life as precious when he was alive. But yours ? His jaw twitched slightly. Yours. He valued.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is an artist. He sees beauty in everything.

When he heard that you were scared of growing up, he just started taking as many pictures as he could of you and showed them to you. He then told you in sign language that you’d live forever—in his camera.

And that if you were scared ? Well, you just had to look at the photos and remember that that was how he would remember you forever. He then started stroking your hair and pressed his forehead against yours to calm you down.

Vincent knew he would eventually have to say goodbye.

But, to him ?

You would always remain a masterpiece.

Five Hargreeves:

"Growing up is scary. But, being stuck as a child is even worse. Children never get heard. I would know. I was a child. Twice."

He said and looked down. So many years spent in solitude. So many years wasted. He lived for decades and yet, Five never thought that he was truly alive. He was feeling better with his siblings, but he never actually had any moment in his life that he could say that he felt like he was enough or enough. Sometimes, he even wondered if the world would have been better without him.

It was only when he was admitted in St Louis that he realised he wanted to be something more and make his life a good one. It wasn’t until he met…you.

He looked at you and smiled.

"You gave me a life. And even when you get older and start forgetting about how you changed everything for me, I’ll be there to remind you. Every single day."

Jason Voorhees:

Jason never had a real childhood. He was bullied as a kid and his overprotective mother never allowed him to get out of her sight. When she died, he had no one to look after him and felt lost and lonely. He tried to reach out to people, but he could never create attachment with anyone.

So, he just kept killing and making sure people stayed away, because it was better than to get hurt.

And then, he met you.

He started caring for you more than he’d care to admit and soon enough, he wasn’t feeling as lonely anymore.

Jason *hugs you tightly*

Jason started looking up to you and even though he was also afraid of what will happen when you get too old to keep him company, he still wanted to keep you close to him—no matter how sad he would be once he would have to say goodbye.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms looked at you and shook his head—as if he didn’t believe you.

"Y/N…Never going to grow old. Will stay young forever. Young forever with Brahms."

He hugged you and closed his eyes.

Deep down, he knew that you’d eventually grow old and disappear. But, in his mind ? You’d always be perfect. No matter how old you get or how afraid you get.

Brahms : "Don’t worry, Y/N. Brahms is here. Brahms will stay with you…"

He held back tears and just hugged you tighter.

Norman Bates:

Norman: "…Darling. Listen to me. I am the oldest slasher to have ever existed. I was born in 1932. I am old. Very old. But…I would give up a whole eternity just to be with you. So, it is not about having a long life, but a good one. A worthy life. And just meeting you made mine worth it. And if I was to die tomorrow ? I can say…I lived a good life." He smiled and stroked your cheek affectionately with his forefinger. "You should do the same. Stop worrying about when your time is gonna run out or because of the few wrinkles on your face. Just remember to have fun and enjoy your life. Take the advice of a man who’s seen it all."

He then put down a tray on the table.

"Now, tea ?"

Jack Torrance:

"Old ? Ah. Don’t you worry, sweetheart. You’ll be one hell of a cute old lady, if you get there." Jack never got the chance to grow old. He secretly misses being alive. He would have loved to grow old with his family and be a father to Danny. But, he never got there. He died—frozen and alone. He then came back as some sort of ghost who feeds on fear. So, no. Growing old isn’t something he would find scary, or losing you. Because he knows that when you do grow old and eventually leave this world, you will go to a nice place—unlike him. And if you don’t ? Well, you’d be trapped with him. Either way, he knows you’ll be alright. So, he isn’t worried.

"You’ll be fine. I know it. Now, stop worrying and come have a drink with me."

Hannibal Jr.:

"You will always be a Hannibal in my eyes. No matter how old or wrinkled you get…You will always be my beloved daughter." Hannibal Jr. told you when you shared your fears with him. He stroked your cheeks and smiled. "Always."

You smiled at him and hugged him tightly. He returned your hug and whispered in your ear.

"You will always be part of this family." He then kissed your forehead. "No matter what."

Ghostface (Eddie Munson):

"…Don’t worry. We will grow old together. It will be less lonely." Ghostface told you and smiled at you. Unlike the other slashers, Ghostface can grow old. He is not exactly a slasher. It is more of a multitude of people taking the role with time. Eddie won’t be Ghostface forever. Once his mission over, he will start growing old as well until he just gives his mask to someone new.

Ghostface *scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders* : "I bet we will be the coolest old people ever…" *smiles*

[starshipsofstarlord]

Brekkie

Summary -> Damon makes breakfasts for you with your daughter after he comforts her from a bad dream (1k)

Warnings -> fluff, mentions of Damon’s past and death, child abandonment

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Life as a vampire deprived those turned of many thugs, the greatest punishment for Damon being unable to have children. He had always thought when he was much younger that when he met a nice woman he would have the ability to settle down, and give her the greatest gift of all in the form of a child.

But when he met you, the blessing of a child had already fallen upon you prior to meeting Damon. It hurt him knowing that he could never be a father of his own, but without Tiff having a male parent in the picture, it gave Damon the opportunity to step up. He awoke from his heavenly slumber from being shaken restlessly on his bare shoulder by a small hand that was no doubt pining for his attention.

As his eyes peeled open, as expected he was met with the sight of Tiff. Her wide blue eyes were staring up at him, and if he had no recollection of his past, from a few attributes of her appearance he would have been convinced that she was his long lost daughter. "Tiffy, why are you up so early sweetie?"

In her presence, he felt like a whole new man. He forgot all the terrible things he had done as his sole focus was on her. "I couldn't sleep Damon..." Her voice was small and it trailed off into a silence that scared the man before her. It pained him to hear her minuscule heart having a rave in her chest, yet simultaneously he was comforted that she found solace in her sleepless state in him.

You remained comatised in the depths of your dreams as Dam0n helped Tiff up onto the bed, she laid between the both of you, hugging on of the pillows on the bed. "I get bad dreams sometimes too."" He confided in her, reaching to hold her hand with his own. She gripped it tightly, fearful as though Damon would disappear from beside her.

"What are they about? Your bad dreams I mean..." Tiff was a very inquisitive child, and was well educated in her speech for her age. He would never answer her question truthfully, there were far too many sins he had partaken in. There was guilt wrapped around the remainder of his soul like a parasite, and most things he had done were too violent to share. The little girl before him deserved to keep her innocence, she was a the purest light in his life, and he refused to corrupt her.

"Well Tiffy, when I was younger, so a really long time ago, me and my brother would play around the garden with a football. Neither him or my dad if he dared dirty his clothes never let me win. And I miss my mom, she wasn't in my life then, she left us... me." To know Lily hadn't died but in fact abandoned him and. Stefan only pained him furthermore, it had been her choice to leave him in the custody of his neglectful father.

"Oh. Mine was you left mommy and me, like my real daddy did." His heart ached from hearing her words. "You're kinda like my dad, aren't you? You're here protecting us, and you make the bad dreams go away. Do you think mommy's having a good or bad dream?" To think she saw him as a parent figure made Damon feel proud about his journey, he'd come such a long way and finally, he had everything that he had ever wanted.

In reply to her enquiry his eyes trailed past Tiff and rested on his beloved. Your face was rested peacefully atop of the pillow beneath your head, strands of hair laying softly on your cheek. It was a rare occasion that you weren’t unconsciously kicking him, but he guessed that your maternal instincts sensed that your daughter was between the two of you.

“A good dream.” He answered her, thinking about how perfect his life was in the moment. “But it’d be even better if we woke her up with some brekkie.” He insisted as he laid a kiss on Tiff’s hairline, helping her clamber off from the mattress gently, as to not awaken you prematurely. They trailed through the hallway and down the stairs to the kitchen, Damon picking Tiff up and sitting her on the countertop. “What do you think we should make, kid?”

“Pancakes!” The child exclaimed, and Damon had to remind her to be soft with her voice as you were still sleeping upstairs. Or so they thought… your bare feet had followed the route they had taken some moments later, and as they made use out of the frying pan, you watched the two of them from the doorway. A small part of you had wished they’d woken you up so that you could join them and teach them some culinary skills that would deplete the mess they had made around them, however the sight you had was everything.

The three of you were one big happy family. “And the two of you are making what exactly?” Halloween costumes would have been your first guess for when they spun around, the flour that they had used as an ingredient illuminated the high points of their faces. Tiff gave you a toothy smile as Damon blew you a kiss before returning to the pan that was hissing for his attention.

“We’re making pancakes, right daddy?” You froze, and Damon ignored that the cooking breakfast required a flip to its other side when the title escaped her mouth. She had never called Damon that before, but it justified Damon’s appearance of flour on his face and a towel slung over his shoulder. “Is that okay baby?” Damon asked you with uncertainty tied around his tongue.

You stood there, remembering all of the milestones and moments that Tiffany’s biological father had missed but Damon had been there for. She loved drives in his Camaro, he’d take her out for ice cream after he collected her from kindergarten thinking you didn’t know but you did. It was difficult to be against Damon being her ‘daddy’, because in all aspects he was. “It’s more than okay. But I don’t think the breakf- sorry, brekkie is; smells like it’s burning.”

[byunpum]

I am very sorry

Pair: Jake sully x human daughter

Warning: None. Kinda sad, Bad relationship, respect, reconciliation.

+REQUEST "Here"+

Note: This request is a bit sad. It cost me to make jake a bit of a suck dad. Because I know he would never be a bad father, he would never despise any of his children. But I did my best, I hope you like this oneshot.

Having a child was never jake's first choice when he came to pandora. So he was very surprised when your mother told him she was expecting his baby. Your father and mother met on the base at one of those parties that the base buddy group used to throw. Lots of drinking, dancing. It was all crazy, so it was no wonder Jake ended up with the first pretty girl who flirted with him. Your mother was from the security team that released quarictch. So he introduced them both to each other. There was no love, just two people who wanted to have a good time. A good time that turned you into you. A baby who was not wanted by her father or her mother.

So when Jake went off into the jungle with Grace, and your mother went to do her security work, you were left alone in a base full of people. You were left alone on a base full of people who barely knew how to take care of you. Of course, you were accompanied by another child that had been born, spider. At least he had someone to love him. After the altercations, when the humans were sent to earth. It was more than obvious that Jake would have to stay with you, your mother was dead and you were too young to travel. You were only 6 months old. Jake asked for help from Norm, he couldn't have you in the jungle with him. How were you going to breathe the air of Pandora, plus Neytiri would not accept a human child. She understood that you were Jake's daughter, but no… she had her limits.

You began to grow up…and of course you began to notice the difference between you and your now new half-siblings. Why could they live with your father, why couldn't you go to your father's house? Why did he love them more? Jake was always harder on you, training you harder, talking to you more harshly and even showing you little affection. But that didn't stop you from trying to get his love. But how could he love a girl he had never wanted. Who was a living reminder of his previous life. If he had a beautiful family now. Norm had taken care of you, he did the best he could. Compared to spider, you were very shy and quiet. Reserved in your business…always afraid to dislike your father. You didn't have a bad relationship with your siblings, they had always liked and loved you. Very much so. But sometimes even they could tell the differences between the two of you.

"Look, dad made this bracelet for me, the same as the one he has. He made one for all of us siblings," says Kiri. They were only 10 years old, and they were sitting playing with some toys. Jake was sitting not far away, he was with norm. "It's very pretty," you say, taking Kiri's hand and looking at the pretty bracelet your sister had. For a moment you look at your wrist and see it empty. "Why don't you have one?" asks Kiri, the question was innocent. You look at your sister curiously and raise your shoulders. "I don't know… maybe dad didn't want to make one for me" you say. Kiri is a little surprised, and gets up and runs to her father. Jake sees Kiri come up to him and opens his arms to hug her. You are walking slowly behind Kiri. Keeping your distance, you knew dad never offered you a hug.

"Why doesn't Y/N have a bracelet… she's my sister too," asks Kiri. Jake is a little surprised, and gives a quick glance at your face. You watch as your father looks at you nervously. "Oh… I forgot. But I promise I'll make one for her" says Jake, this answer was enough to calm Kiri down, but for you it was the beginning of many promises that your father wasn't going to keep. Like going for a walk with you, or spending that night with you. He never showed up, yet you went to look for him in the family hut. That day he had promised to visit you, but it had already been 3 hours and he didn't show up, "uncle norm… dad is taking too long" you complained. Waiting for your father sitting in the lab. "I know…but he'll come quietly" says Norm, he knew Jake wasn't going to show up anytime soon. He always did this, but it didn't stop you from getting up and running to the hut where he knew your father would be.

When you arrived in the distance you noticed that everyone was inside so you approached. The first to notice your presence was neteyam who quickly got up to hug you. "Y/n!!! y/n!!!" says the boy, excited that his sis is there. Jake and neytiri noticed your presence. " Dad!!!" you greet him with a huge smile on your face, you loved your father so much. You watch as neytiri takes jake by the arm. As she whispered something in his ear, something you could hear. "I don't want her here…go somewhere else" says neytiri. Your face changes to one of sadness in a matter of seconds…you knew she didn't like you. But was the disappointment that much? You watch as your father approaches you, kneeling in front of you. "Dad…you said you were going to visit me" you speak. Jake strokes his face and sighs. "I know…but I'm busy right now" Jake says.

"Y/N can stay and play" shouts lo'ak from the other side of the hut. You were getting excited by lo'ak's comment, but you see your father's face turn serious. "Y/n go to the lab…I'll come another day to visit you" says jake, taking your arm to pull you a little away from the entrance. "But dad…you said that last time" you start to speak, you couldn't stop the tears from gathering in your eyes. Neytiri sees the situation and moves a little closer to Jake. "I will go tomorrow…ok? Just go and rest" Jake tries to convince you. "But I want to be with you" you raise your arms, to try to give him a hug. But jake pulls away… you whine silently, while your little eyes start to leak. "Why don't you love me?" you ask your father. Jake stays silent and gives neytiri a look. The woman signals him to answer. "I…I" Jake tries to speak. "You never loved me…you don't love me. Why? WHY?" you scream, and cry. At this point you were having a meltdown. You were a 10 year old girl, who just wanted to go for a walk with her father.

Jake was under a lot of pressure. You were crying, you wouldn't stop. So the first thing that came out of his mouth was something that marked your whole existence. "Because I have my family…they are my family. You…you're just you" says Jake, shouting a little. Your tears stop immediately, looking up to see your father. You wipe your tears a little. "I'm sorry… I don't mean to upset you" you speak, lowering your gaze. Jake didn't know what to say, he had just made a mistake. And now he didn't know what to do. Norm had gone out looking for you, and to his bad luck he had heard everything. So when you turn to go back to the lab, you run into Norm. You run to him, raising your arms so he can carry you, Norm takes you in his arms, and gives you a tight hug. As you begin to cry. Norm gives Jake a disappointed look and continues on his way back to the lab.

"Why did you say that?" says Neytiri. Jake turns to look at neytiri. "I didn't mean it… it's just that" Jake feels bad. He knows he didn't have to treat you like that, you weren't to blame for anything. You were just a child. "She's still your daughter… and always will be," says Neytiri walking away from her partner. Leaving Jake lost in thought. This is what marked an awkward beginning to the relationship you and Jake had. You grew up always trying to get his attention and always expecting something from him. You tried to keep up with your brothers. Always chasing them wherever they went. Watching how your father practiced with them, how he spent time with them. How he would tell him how good they were, how proud he was of them. You always kept your distance, sitting on a rock. Watching and wishing he felt that way about you too. You didn't want to interrupt anything, so you got up and went back to the village.

You go to look for Kiri, you had planned to go for a walk with her to a nice meadow not too far away. When you arrive at the hut, you stand at the entrance. Neytiri sees your presence, the woman sees that you were stuck to one of the edges, somewhat confused. "Hello y/n" says neytiri. You greet her, and smile a little. Neytiri felt a little bad for you… It had been 15 years already, and she had to admit that she had grown very fond of you. Their contempt for you had disappeared. You were a very good and quiet girl. It bothered her a little that Jake didn't spend as much time with you as he did with his other children. "Come here…sit here" says neytiri inviting you to sit next to her. You join her, you see that neytiri is preparing something to eat. "Kiri went out for a moment, she will be right back" says neytiri. You start helping her, wrapping some kind of dough. "Were you with your father?" asks neytiri.

"Mmm yes… something like that" you speak sadly. Neytiri knows you only spy from a distance, she arranges a piece of hair behind your ear. You smile a little, you were glad to know that at least she did show a little affection for you. "Y/N are you here!!!!Let's go!!!" says kiri approaching the entrance of the hut. You look at neytiri. "Go…be very careful" says the woman as you get up, and run off with kiri.

"Where are we going?" you ask Kiri. "It's a surprise!!!" says your sister as you both walk through the branches of the trees. Luckily for you, you had become perfectly enveloped in the life of Pandora. You lived like a navi. You both arrived at a beautiful place, but so much beauty had to have some danger and that was the big cracks in the ground. Up in the trees, they are adorned by beautiful flora. There were all kinds of colors, the fauna lived in harmony and the temperature was perfect. You and Kiri settled on a branch and sat down to talk.

After a while you decided to walk a little, your legs were asleep. You moved around the branch, joking with Kiri. Everything was fine and it looked like it was going to be a quiet afternoon. Until you accidentally slip off the branch and fall from a height of 14 feet, falling directly into one of the cracks. Kiri tried to hold you up, but it all happened so fast. The girl quickly brings you to the ground, and sees that you are trapped. You had fallen very hard and the fall had been very hard. Your leg was broken, and because of the position you had fallen. You could not move easily. Kiri wanted to pull you out, but the pain you felt was overwhelming.

"Kiri help me!!!" you cry, while trying to hold Kiri's hand. The girl is on the ground, trying to pull you out of that hole. "I'm going to get dad… calm down!!!" says kiri, trying to reassure you. The girl runs to get her father. While you stood there, you knew it was serious. You couldn't move your left leg, you swear it had broken in two. Because the pain was consuming you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to regulate your breathing. After 20 minutes, you hear screaming. "Y/N…Y/N!!!" You hear your father's voice. While you also hear neytiri calling your name. Kiri had run as fast as she could, to call her parents.

You see a head approaching the crevice. It was jake, the man was already on the ground. Stretching out his hand for you to grab. You with what little strength you had grab your father's hand. "I'm going to get you out of here…easy kiddo" He holds you tight as he slowly pulls you up. You cry out in pain, as he lifts you into the air. "Ahgg" a choked cry comes out of your throat, as he settles you on the ground. Where neytiri rushes over to you, caressing your face. "It's okay…you're going to be fine" The pain had become unbearable. You were crying and moaning. Jake could tell that the fraturation was severe, the bone had broken and torn a bit of your skin. And you were starting to bleed out.

He pulled out a piece of cloth he had around his waist. He was going to try to stop the bleeding, so he could take you back to the village. They put some pressure on the wound. You scream, and stand up on your shoulders pushing his hands. "Let go of me!!!" you scream. "Y/N…calm down" jake is a bit desperate, he had to do things fast, in order to stop the hermoragy. So he goes back to trying to put pressure on you. You start to cry more, your tears wouldn't stop. "Don't…don't hurt me. Don't do it" you cry, this makes Jake stop in his tracks. How would he hurt you? Is that what you thought of him? Neytiri noticing what was happening, pushes Jake away and takes care of the situation herself. In a few seconds you pass out. The pain was too much to bear.

As you stood up you could feel how sore your body was, you could also feel that your foot was bandaged. Norm had helped you, and healed you. Jake insisted that you rest in the family hut. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in your environment. You noticed that you were in your father's hut. You saw a familiar silhouette. Lo'ak was sitting next to you, stroking your hair. The boy noticing that you had woken up, calls out to his father. "Dad…she's awake" says your brother happy to see you better. Jake runs over to your side. Lo'ak gets up, running to call the other family members. "Y/N sweetheart…how are you feeling?" says Jake. You don't answer him. "Y/n…I want to apologize…for all these years. I know I haven't been the best father. But…I know I made a mistake. You're not to blame for anything" you're looking at your father, who was teary-eyed. "It was my mistake…please let me be a better father," Jake speaks, hoping for some answers. You take his hand and give it a squeeze. "I love you dad…forgive me" you speak, jake feels his heart break into a thousand pieces.

Jake comes over and gives you a hug. Then a kiss on the forehead. "Don't apologize…you don't have to. You should never apologize to me" jake gives you a kiss on your hand. It was going to take a long time for you two's relationship to strengthen and grow. It was going to be a long road, but at least now you knew your father could love you.

[punkeropercyjackson]

What's funny about Batcest defenders is they use the 'historical accuracy' excuse but Batcest hasn't actually had any longlasting,overt effect on Batlore or irl movements and thus is not a cultural aspect,neither to comics culture nor any other kinds of cultures.'Older gays thought of Robin and Batman as a gay metaphor in the early Batman comics days' is the one you'll hear the most but this was never a plot point in said runs and Bruce and Dick were established as having a mix between a brotherly bond and a father and son relathionship ever since Dick's debut issue and they were never written with anything but familial ties in mind and given no gay-coding that implied attraction to eachother specifically.Yes,Batman as a franchise frequently plays into camp but this was moreso in Bruce's gender presentation and mannerisms and interactions with his fellow male adult heroes and his villains like Clark and Harvey than anything to do with Dick.At the time these allegations were thrown,the awareness of children's rights and by extension what did and didn't count as child abuse was extremely low and inclined in favor of normalizing the latter due to the ageist dehumanization of kids and if you're going to include older gays' opinions on this,it's only fair you listen the younger gays of the time too lest you fall under the same ageist rethoric that got them abused-Or more specifically groomed,as what a romance within 'Batman and Robin' inherently is

It took literal decades for Batman and Robin to actually be written as a canon ship and the writer in question was ragingly racist at the time who very purposely employed romani heritage into the previously white Nightwing specifically to fetishize him further but has since apologized for this as well as her Batcest canonization,stating she was trying to cope with her own incestous csa trauma but went about it the wrong way.Tim/Cass was only canon pre-Cass adoption and discarded when the writers finalized they're decision to make Cass Bruce's adoptive daughter,Jason/Dick/Tim in any combo has zero canon depicitions despite there popularity,the closest thing to Damian Batcest is him brefriending a deaged Cass in the Harley Quinn 2019 comics but even then we're not truly given anything beyond friendship with them and Duke as an official Batkid has far more pagetime and grounding than any Batcest ship.And yet........So many Batcest shippers defend the erasure of the first ever black Robin,a legitamely revolutionary and major Bat-Addition and Batfact that is treated as such in-universe by the narrative(and by Jason 'I see a black boy and imma ride with and for him typa beat' Todd)and out of universe by black DC fans,as if the words of 'queer elders' they never met and were dangerously very possibly actual en masse pedophiles are more important to them that of black Batfans who exist with them,us and you today

If you were to bring up the Batfam to someone irl,their first thought would be 'Oh,it's Batman and his kids!!!',not to start talking about ships of them.In my experience,through cultural osmosis most people who don't read comics already know The Batkids are siblings and are puzzled,shocked and disgusted when they find out people ship them.Batman and Robin/Batgirl are not known as an 'otp' but as a dad and son/daughter duo almost universally even to non-superhero fans and it's pretty widely aknowledged in the case of Batgirl specifically they're a bad ship that ruins her character by reducing her down to a love interest for an older man according to those who've only watched animated adaptions and most of all by those who're heavily invested in Babs as a character i.e dedicated enough to read her comics.It's almost like.......Batcest is a defect,not a feature,and only comes along when bad writing strikes.........and is fueled by bigotry rather than queerness as seen by the racism in it's first insertion,the misogyny in the cishet versions and the antiblackness by the posers in the fandom..........and that trying to prove it as 'historically accurate' is something only done by chronically online predominantly white gooners with intersectionality issues who use gaslighting as their tactic...........Who woulda thunk incest wasn't actually an intentional element in a mantle created to be an escapist fantasy for children first and foremost,which is a legit kept historical part of it as seen by DC refusing to let anybody who's 18 or over hold it to the point of keeping Tim eternally 17........That's crazyyyyyy

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Hercules, Jack, Buddha, Loki, Hades, Indra, Rudra, Ares (Target of her light teasing and playful flirts), Shiva (She basically adopts Ganesha) with Platonic Zerofuku (She adopts him) and Adam (Papa Mode: Activated!) with a Bell-mère Reader?

She was a Marine that retired to raise her 2 adoptive daughters after saving them, and raised them with the best of her abilities (Though she passed down her flirtatious behavior to them), she’s known to be a trouble maker, yet very loving and self-sacrificing towards her daughters as she was willing to only eat the fruit from her grove to have enough money to feed them, and in her final moments she was willing to sacrifice her own life to save them

She had enough money to save herself, but she used it to save both her daughters instead and believed this way she can ‘finally’ become their actual mother, as they’re a family, despite none of them sharing any blood (And in her final moments she smiled at them as she told them she loves them before being killed)

Now she’s resting in Valhalla, tending to her Tangerine Orchard with her newly adopted son Zerofuku, who she won’t hesitate to throw hands for him, because that’s what mothers do (She’ll also throw hands for Ganesha)

I love Bell-mère so much, she was such an amazing character and anyone in the world would be lucky to have someone like her as a mother (Nami and Nojiko are still alive so they’re not in Valhalla)

-You were one hell of a woman- you knew how to fight, you had a heart of gold, but you were also funny and flirty, and you wouldn’t hesitate to put anyone in their place.

-Many admired you around Valhalla, as you would always be willing to help someone out and children loved you, mainly because they liked listening to stories of when you were in the marines- sailing the oceans and fighting bad guys- it was so much fun!

-You didn’t talk much about any other aspects of your life, after you retired and how you had died, you would just smile but anyone could see the pain in your eyes.

-You spent your time tending to a large tangerine grove, something that you were given when you arrived in Valhalla, and while there were bittersweet memories attached to it- you grew to enjoy it again.

-You lived alone most days, as you did have one frequent house guest who sometimes brought another one along with him, but Zerofuku had been adopted by you the first day you met up- the child was just so bright and lively, and you loved to hug him.

-You surprised many when Zerofuku changed into his envy form for the first time around you, the negative emotions becoming too much for him, when you were able to calm him down and let him sob into your shoulder, holding him.

-Another guest that you’ve basically adopted was Ganesha, who had wandered into your grove and was amazed, and you greeted him warmly and he almost instantly attached himself to you- you just felt so warm and you always shared your tangerines with him.

-Shiva was another of your frequent guests, being dragged by Ganesha and you and him were very similar in personality, fun loving and cocky, but you could both back your skills up and you found a good friend in him, in both of them and the day you met his wives, you couldn’t help but tease Shiva, which instantly got his wives laughing and you all became good friends.

-You all flirted with each other, but it was more of the friendly type of flirting, where you all knew there would never be any romantic affections between you, but you were fine with that.

-Adam gave you the father figure you had always wanted, as you grew up in the marines with good role models, just nothing closer and you had always longed for a family.

-You had a family of your own, later in life, but nobody knew that, except for Brunnhilde, who brought you to Valhalla, and Adam, who is the father of humanity and knows all.

-Adam was… to you, besides your daughters, was the best thing that happened to you in life, he was not only a mentor, but he let you be weak, he let you cry into his shoulder, letting your emotions out because you knew he would protect you, and he would visit often, telling you how proud he was to have such a strong daughter.

-You had, somehow, managed to get the attention of several men in Valhalla, either with your cheerful nature, your shameless flirting, or that you could go toe-to-toe with them in a fight when you needed to let loose, or a combination of everything that made you… well you!

-You were a little hesitant about dating, when (Love) approached you with some flowers, asking you out, and for such a confident woman, he was surprised to see that you were rather shy about the idea of dating.

-It’s not that you were afraid of ‘dating’ you were afraid of losing everything again, you didn’t want to deal with the heartbreak of losing those you loved.

-(Love) was heartbroken when you told him, the first person you told in Valhalla, about your daughters, finding both of them in a war-torn country, orphaned, and you quit the marines shortly after to raise them, giving them a real family, on a tangerine grove.

-You swallowed, taking a drag of a cigarette, as you were trying to quit, before you told him of your death, how the pirates took over your island, and to live there, you had to pay for each resident, you had managed to raise enough money, but then the leader turned cruel, saying it was enough for either you or your two daughters.

-Since you couldn’t pay and you weren’t going to risk their lives, you paid for them instead and he shot you right in front of them after you called him a coward to his face.

-(Love) was amazed how strong you were, as anyone losing their family like that, in such a cruel way, would have been much colder to others.

-You just grinned, poking his cheek playfully, “I wouldn’t change the past for anything. My daughters were for the most part safe, so that’s all that matters to me!” he smiled softly before letting you lean into him, finally accepting his affections.

-Adored everything about you, didn’t care if you occasionally smoked, enjoys your playful teasing and it keeps things interesting, but also loves how kind and gentle you are, despite being capable of putting anyone in their place. Has learned not to flirt with you first, because you can and will have him folding in on himself as you shamelessly flirt, but you enjoy seeing him try. Helps out in your grove and doesn’t mind that you’ve basically adopted Zerofuku, he finds it cute actually, because he can see how happy the boy makes you and he knows it reminds you of your daughters because every now and then you will smile sadly. He knows how to solve this easily- with a huge hug and plenty of kisses!

            -Hercules, Buddha, and Rudra

-Admires your strength, seeing how strong you are even in the face of heartbreak and anguish, seeing you smile and doting on other children, like your adopted son Zerofuku. Admires your warmth, your gentleness- he finds you to be a safe space for him, just like how Adam is with you, he can just relax and let his walls down around you. He tries to pretend that he’s not bothered by your flirting, but when you see him starting to get flustered you crack your knuckles and double down. You’re not bothered when he yells at you, you only laugh, when he tells you to give his heart a break, but how can you? He’s just way too fun to tease! Romantic with you, bringing you flowers or other small gifts, as you don’t need anything fancy, and neither one of you would trade this simple yet gentle feeling for anything in the world.

            -Jack, Hades, and Indra

-Has learned not to flirt with you because not only will they lose- they will lose badly and you won’t stop until they are steaming from the head and unable to form a coherent word. You enjoy teasing him since he is so fun to rile up and he will try to flirt back (fight back) but it always ends in your victory. Does care deeply about you and wants nothing more than to make you happy and keep you happy- especially after learning about your past. He admires your work with children around Valhalla and had no issues with your adopted son, Zerofuku and he has actually come to become a father like figure to Zerofuku and sometimes they will sneak off and get into trouble. He adores you and wants nothing more than to stand by your side, but his main goal is to be able to beat you with flirting for once!

-Ares and Loki

[floxtingdrm]

Kalopsia

(N): the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff (with hints of angst)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Riddle (Rosehearts)

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: One Shot

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: they/them

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He’s jealous of you, someone who’s put into high regard but at the same time he loves you, the star of his night sky.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Violence, attempts of drug usage (love potion).

Roses weren’t your favorite flowers, they’re beautiful but there are too many thorns, the red color itself never suited you and… it reminded you too much of him. Being the third child of your royal parents, they’ve always been there for you seeing as you are the youngest. It would have been nice for you to continue living in ignorance, perhaps serve the country and kingdom by becoming a duke or duchess yet life wasn’t so kind.

Ten years ago if you had remembered it correctly, you first met him after a history class about the Kingdom of Roses, the crown prince and only child to the infamous Red queen, Riddle Rosehearts.

“(Y/n), say hello to your fiancé, won’t you dear?” Grey eyes which stared at you with no other emotions, you were scared out of your wits seeing as how intensely he was looking at you.

“…A please meeting you, (title), Riddle Rosehearts, from the kingdom of Roses.” Despite being so young he had already carried the attitude and grace of nobility, something your young self has yet to possess.

“They’re a little shy, I hope this doesn’t upset you.” Your mother doesn’t like forcing her children to marry people they don’t like, but it’s not like she would ask their opinions before pushing them into engagements.

“Oh I’m sure it’s alright, this would make a good connection for our kingdoms either ways” Fake smiles and bothered complexion, the current queen of the Rose kingdom scares you. “Well, let’s have a talk while the kids get to know each other, shall we?”

To be completely honest, you don’t like talking to new people and had a bad habit of hiding behind your mother’s dress everytime you had to accompany her to meet different people. That was the very first time you’ve been forced to accompany a stranger without your mother, his eyes narrowed at you making you think he somehow despised you.

“Let’s cut the formalities here, you don’t want to get married, do you?” His voice was a bit different from before, it sounded softer but much more broke.

“I… No, I don’t. I don’t even understand what’s going on.” What type of child would understand when their mother suddenly burst down their bedroom door one day and said they have a fiancé with no other explanation?

“You don’t have to get close to me, let’s just treat each other like acquaintances.” Since it was the younger you naturally you agreed not wanting to interact with people, you’d rather spend time imagining about stars or fairytales. “Let’s just become friends”

Your first meeting with him wasn’t like how the stories said it would be like, your first meeting wasn’t a magical one like how your mother would tell you, your first meeting didn’t spark the feelings your siblings said it would for them, your first meeting felt like two old friends meeting in a different lifetime.

Riddle was a hard working person, you noticed that when your mother began arranging classes for your studies and Riddle would be your study partner, normally you would be studying with your siblings but ever since the engagement you began to see him more.

Beautiful and graceful, a poker face the mask he wore, it wasn’t who he was but it was who he survived being the heir to his kingdom, the way you saw it he wasn’t a perfect fiancé but a respectful one, one you could tolerate since you both had a mutual agreement.

Roses, began to remind you of him, the vibrant red colors he held on his 11th birthday, and ever since then you can’t help but think of him every time the flower was present.

“ Isn’t he such a gentlemen?” Yes he was, but you hadn’t found it in yourself to love him.

“Doesn’t he treat you well?” Only the bare minimum as you both couldn’t be anything less but acquaintances.

Love was a foreign feeling, and one you can’t see associated with him out of all people, you yourself don’t understand love, so how could anyone ask you to love him?

He's gentle out of everything, despite the cold and noble face he puts on he still treats you with respect and he listens to you, not many would listen to a royal who was rumored to be a useless asset to the kingdom and is ‘the one who will ruin everything’, but if anything you’re happy this means you don’t have to meet people.

If someone were to ask you now as a more matured royal, if you had a choice would you have chose a different fiancé? Then the answer would be no, he wasn’t like the other types of fiancé who gave warmth and told lies to mask the truth, but you wouldn’t have any other way with the his cold truth and out of reach behavior.

In all the time confined in the four walls of his room, you were his only escape, he remembered your first meeting a bit differently than how you did for him. A timid and quiet person who had no other interest than to hide behind their mother.

“(Y/n), say hello to your fiancé, won’t you dear?” Your shy self wanted nothing more than to run away and he understood that, he didn’t want to be in that room himself.

While the adults chattered away he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you weren’t exactly beautiful to him at least, he couldn’t tell anything by only seeing your occasional peaking from behind your mother but there was something, something about you that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.

“You don’t really like being here do you?” (E/c) which somehow saw through his acting, perhaps he was mistaken and was delusional and buried in the thought of you understanding him for who he is. “Your eyes showed discomfort, they’re as truthful as fate is”

“You can’t just tell what I feel like by looking at my eyes, it’s just not possible” day and night to please his mother, he acted in front of a mirror, to play the role of a perfect prince, to play the role of a bright scholar for you he would have played the role of a perfect fiancé but you saw through the mask, so why did he need to wear it?

“W-Well what if I can? It’s not h-hard to see it” you’re stuttering like there’s no tomorrow, but he doesn’t mind that, he knows that if he said something about you, you’d get self conscious and never talk to him again, if you never talk to him again you might as well call of the engagement…

“You don’t have to get close to me, let’s just treat each other like acquaintances.” Behind the exterior of a shy royal who wanted nothing more than to run away from the crowd, he saw a star who could shine brighter than anything else. “Let’s just become friends”

He’ll do whatever it takes to keep the engagement from being called off, his mother relied on him, the future of his kingdom relied on him.

His first meeting with you he knew the type of person he had to be, the broken prince who puts respecting you over all and everything else, if you are unhappy he was in trouble, and he doesn’t want that. He’ll make sure you don’t have to deal with troublesome problems, so that you don’t have to consider him worthless and cast him aside, he’ll make sure he doesn’t talk to much so that you don’t think he’s annoying and speaks too much. Everything and anything that is in his power, he’ll do it to please you.

You were like the ocean, calm and quiet yet you hold so many secrets, you filled surprises and wonders which he can’t ever seem to forget. Yes, you were the sea, the sea who admire and always faced the moon and he knew even as time passed he could never be your moon, he was just someone who you were bound with as children.

You’re different from the rest of the nobles and royals he’s met, maybe this was what made him unable to keep his eyes off of you. He doesn’t love you, the butterflies in his stomach every time he sees you was just him getting nervous, the sound of his heart racing every time you glanced at him was just the anxiety you give him.

He doesn’t understand what love is, everytime he asked about it his mother would brush him off telling him it’s a useless feeling, or she would tell him that everything she’s ever done for him is love.

If love was the times his mother scold him for not getting perfect scores and not doing his best, then everytime you gave him a piece of your dessert wasn’t love, if love resulted in him crying in pain from the beatings and scolding his mother gave him then your doodles and words of encouragement weren’t love, no matter how much joy it brought him.

You don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you, no matter how wrong and hurt he feels when he think of those words. Maybe in his dreams he would understand what love means, but when he faces the world after waking up, he’ll forget the meaning all over again.

“Hey, stop staring at me" he's sure of it after so much time has passed, he doesn't love you, even when he doesn't know what the feeling is.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, (Y/n)" Compared to his mother the feelings he has for you are much more different, that's why even though he's confused he'll act the way he is, the perfect and respectful fiance you've always known.

Perhaps one day he’ll understand his feelings, but for now all he’ll ever think of are the plan approvals and administration work. Maybe one day you’ll understand how you’d feel about him, but by the time that day comes you’ll still be preforming the duties bestowed upon you, the welfare of your prosperous country.

Maybe he should have told you from the beginning why, why your engagement was so important, why his mother wanted him to get closer to you, why he put respecting you above everything. It was all due to simple power differences and protection…

When you and him were but infants, his mother came to your kingdom in hopes of striking a deal with the royalty of your kingdom, your parents, in exchange for safety of the Rose kingdom, which had lost it’s king in a war, you’d be be engaged to the crown prince of the Rose kingdom.

“But what if… this child doesn’t want the engagement?” Your mother cradled you in her arms, you were so young when all of this was set for you.

“The Rose kingdom has many things to offer, my queen, I will ensure you everything I have to offer, so please…” perhaps we all knows what ends up happening afterwards…

Everyday of his life ever since the engagement was made, was dedicated to you, his studying served as the purpose of not making a fool out of himself when he’s next to you, his rigorous training was to protect you, from the dangers that could hurt you.

His mother was never a gentle person, she had more concerns and care for the kingdom, more than she ever did for her son. Her love wasn’t a sadistic or twisted one, it was a vacant one, perhaps she doesn’t even know what he truly wants for his life, because even he can’t remember when was the last time she had asked him if he was happy or not.

“Riddle? Riddle~ is anyone still in there?” Your hand waves gently in front of his face, snapping him out of his dream.

“Sorry, I was just…” If only the peaceful days could last, he would still see you like this, a shy person infatuated with the stars and countless of worlds beyond the grounds and skies.

“Thinking about something? You always say this when you’re daydreaming or distracted.” But he knows one day, it’ll change, and along it you will change

“Alright, you caught me red handed, what do you need?” You quickly held up the astronomy book you’ve always been reading.

“Meteor shower…” you trailed off looking away, how could he have forgotten, it was the meteor shower you’ve always been looking forward to for a long time. “A meteor shower is happening soon”

“Oh.” There is a problem if you were planning to go though, it was your birthday celebration the night the meteor shower happened.

Your fascination about the stars didn’t just end at the moon, everything related to the night sky, you were there to witness it all, it’s a strange hobby only those closest to you would know since you’d hide it so well no one would know.

Just because you two only consider yourselves to be friends never meant you two got closer with time, just because he respects you and keeps his distance doesn’t mean he can’t learn more about you.

“You do know you could get in trouble for sneaking out.” It’s as if you didn’t even hear him, you’re daydreaming (nightdreaming?) about the stars again, that look on your face was more than enough for him to tell.

Sometimes Riddle is jealous of your freedom, unlike him you could actually runaway from your problems or could leave it to someone to deal with it. Free to chase what you truly desire, free to express how you feel, maybe it was consolation to him seeing that you can’t love freely as you’re engaged to him.

“Can’t you join me?” It came as a shock to him, but seeing you looking so excited and hopeful, it just makes his heart beat in such an uncomfortable way. You’re killing him.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.” He’s weak to you, his only weakness in this world.

He never really liked the quietness of the castle, of his home, his mother was rarely around and the servants couldn’t talk to him, he’d much rather stay in your kingdom. In contrast to the warm and bright atmosphere of your home, his home was cold, the garden of roses looked like lifeless decoration, precise and perfect, everything and anything.

“Your highness, her majesty wishes to see you” it’s rare that his mother even wanted to see him, but if it was anything, she probably just wanted to meet him again to give him a task.

He doesn’t see the Rose kingdom as his home, perhaps it was because of how long he spent studying and growing up next to you, he was only home for two months each year after all. Yet he can’t still can’t let go of the responsibility of wearing the crown forced upon him.

“You wished to see me, mother?” Cold and strict, he almost forgotten what she looked like.

“I trust there are no issues or incidents with your engagement, so I’ll get straight to the point.” If he was any younger, he would have resented his mother for not caring about him in one bit, but what’s the use of doing so when she’ll just stare at him like that? “I want you to announce the engagement to the public, and officiate your marriage by the end of the year.”

“Hah?” He’s surprised, maybe that’s why his mother sighed disappointedly.

“The king… from (K/n) has decided to annul the engagement now that peace has been established across the Rose kingdom.” His mother looks stressed and tired beyond anything.

Added details about your “terms” in the engagement, since this was forced upon you and Riddle there were terms to ensure that you and Riddle could back out of the engagement whenever you both wanted.

The engagement was never made public, meaning your relationship was always been kept as “friendship” in the public eyes. Although the nobility had figured it wasn’t just any “friendship” ,still, if the engagement hasn’t been completely acknowledged by the families and those who are said to be in the said engagement refuse to give any details to the public, it will continue to be seen as “friendship”.

When both of you had found “love”, it is just as it has been said, if both or one of you has found someone else to love, the engagement would be annulled so that it wouldn’t cause any future complications.

If the Rose kingdom war has been settled and peace has been established, the last one was the one that mattered the most out of everything. When peace is established across the Rose kingdom there would be no need to continue the engagement and the engagement would be annulled, however, if you two were to love each other regardless of the peace and settlement. Then you both can decided whether you both want to continue being fiancés a bit longer or get straight to marrying.

“But why? There’s no reason to continue the engagement now that peace has been established.” His mother sighed still having that disappointed and dark look on her face.

“Don’t you understand, riddle? My dear child our kingdom may have established peace but it’s dying.” His kingdom although had been saved was still suffering from droughts and the aftermath or wars, your kingdom’s help was what that had been keeping them afloat for so long.

“But you can’t force them into it mother, we’ve never loved each other, and there’s no way this relationship would work.” Though his heart felt like it’s been torn apart, he still said it, it was his truth.

“Then just make them love you.” His mother placed in the palm of his hand, a small vial the color of reddish pink, it was definitely what he thinks it is. “I hate underhand tactics but this one will be our only exception”

“No, no, no! I can’t do this to them!” The vial shatters as he threw it to the ground, the sickening sweet smell spread, as well as the sound of his mother slapping his face.

“…I’ll overlook your little mishap today for the sake of this engagement, the vial will be given to you on their birthday.” With a flick of her hand, servants began cleaning up the broken glass shards and handed the queen another vial. “You may leave, Riddle”

He walks away, that stone cold face seemed to have darken, he’s frustrated, he feels conflicted about right and wrong. What choice can he even make right now? Should he sacrifice the sake of your happiness for his damned home and kingdom? Or sacrifice the kingdom in exchange for his broken heart and that smile which rarely shows up?

You never liked the spotlight, you hated everything that had to do with meeting new people or even meeting anyone else in general. But maybe it wasn’t so bad meeting him for you, you got comfortable enough for him to be next to you and become your friend, but perhaps you weren’t ready when you heard the engagement was soon to be annulled.

Still you can’t help but feel sad when you should have felt happy, a strange feeling you had when you heard of the rumors from your personal maid and close servants.

“(Y/n), it must have been hard for you, being engaged against your own will.” Your mother said sympathetically, you couldn’t blame your mother, she had always been the type of person to help others regardless of the outcome, perhaps she felt the need to say sorry now was because the engagement was at its end.

“The Rose kingdom won’t need our help anymore, I hope you understand why we had to do that to you.” Your mind no longer cared for your father’s words, you played with your food out of boredom.

You’re free, you should have been happy to been able to return to a life without him, a life where you could devote your life into studying the stars and the land beyond your home, so why does it hurt?

Every time you think of leaving his image appears in your head, red hair which haunts your every thought, the soft smile which rarely appears unless you truly wished for it, grey eyes although cold and hold the truth eventually began to warm up to you. It’s strange to see how your initial impressions have changed, maybe your feelings have as well.

No one would be able to understand you, yet then there was him and slowly there were others as well, like a starless sky which slowly light up so did your heart, he became your stars.

“Can’t I at least have Riddle as my escort?” Your mother and father exchanged looks, before nodding accepting your request.

You weren’t a fool to notice how hard Riddle tried to keep your engagement from breaking so long, letting go of your dreams of witnessing the meteor shower, you decided to honor him in his last task as your fiancé, to share your final ball together.

So what if you can’t witness the skies for one night? You might never be able to meet him again, and that was something you couldn’t bare have happening, the stars will come again but not him.

It’s funny to admit it now that your at the end of your engagement, perhaps first meetings don’t necessarily have to be where love begins to bloom, perhaps that spark can be set ablaze after a while when you get to know the person for who they are.

There’s a difference between love at first sight, the love based off of looks and impressions, and love through time, the love that blooms after getting to know each other long enough. Sure it’s late to have realized it know but, you liked him, no, you loved him, and you’re going to loose him.

The bitter pill which is so hard to swallow you ended up taking it anyways, at least you wished to end your fairytale with joy instead of tears. It might be a tale where you won’t be happy, but you couldn’t careless if it meant he could smile more.

It’s quiet, the sounds of the world at night filled with wonder beckons you towards it, ‘the child of spring sits on the throne made of flowers’, there was a saying like that when you were born on the day of the spring celebration.

“Not going to run away and watch the meteor shower?” A bittersweet smile on his face, it’s rare to see him smile but for some reason you don’t like this smile, not one bit.

“I don’t think I should do that, people are expecting for us tonight, right?” You closed your book of stars to look outside, the streets of flowers and the joy of people, another successful spring celebration.

You were halfway on the preparation, all that’s left was your make up and hair style, Riddle knew you never liked putting on that stuff despite never saying anything or acting out. Prince or princess, the outer appearances always needed that stuff to “beautify” it as they say.

“Why don’t we just run away?” It was quiet the moment he said that, what’s going on?

He was completely serious saying that, the confidence and playfulness on his face as he ran his hand through your hair while looking into your eyes. It’s strange and so different from the usual stone cold indifference he always gave you.

You’re so conflicted right now, you told yourself tonight you were going to let him fulfill his role and last task as your fiancé, but with a request like this it’s like a stab into your conscious between right and wrong.

“Just for tonight, run away with me” He’s tired of playing the role of a perfect and respectful fiancé, he’s tired of being cautious and careful with each and every one of his movements. “Please just for tonight let’s forget we’re royalty and have duties, just for tonight I want you and I to just be Riddle and (Y/n)”

You’re still conflicted, it’s not easy to understand how you’re supposed to feel hearing this, it’s wrong to have run away just like how you’ve always done but why can’t you deny it and stay to fulfil your role? Why do you want to fall into his arms and run away even if it was for one night.

Riddle didn’t care about anything else at this point, forget the vial his mother gave him to tie you down into a loveless marriage, forget the kingdom which he calls home it will eventually heal and grow from the pain of loss, forget it all he just wants to be with you tonight as himself.

He understood now what he truly felt after being close to you for so long… he loved you, his love is different from his mother’s and it will always be like this, it’s selfish making him want to always be next to you, it’s stupid for appearing now as your said relationship comes to an end.

Perhaps he’ll move on one day, maybe you’ll forget him and find someone new but for tonight you’re all he wants to see and remember.

“But what about the celebration?” It’s unlike you to take precautions, despite being a shy and quiet person you’re more reckless than Riddle is, why is it now that you’re like this?

“I’m not forcing you to go with me, (Y/n), you can stay but tonight” His eyes turned to look at the distant skies, the meteor shower was happening soon. “I want to see it, the meteor shower you’ve always dreamt of seeing”

“…I’ll go, so follow me, I know the perfect spot.” You hope your parents can forgive you, for running away from your own birthday party, to be with the boy you might never meet again.

It’s true what they said about fairytales being different than reality, because it’s reality that makes those tales come to life, in more then one way. Your first meeting was the start of your story, your troubles and pains as well as the time you spent with each other had formed the emotions and bonds you could never erase.

You couldn’t understand it, what were you feeling in that exact moment? The butterflies in your stomach, the way the world just slows down and there was only him and you, your face burned up in embarrassment, you don’t know.

Grabbing your coat you took his hand as you both secretly sneaked away from your bedroom, it was like when you were children who wanted a midnight snack.

Eventually you both made it in time to the hillside just outside of the imperial city, where the people never venture you built as a secret place to watch the stars. Books and notebooks hidden in the bushes, a full view of the city and skies in its glory, how long have you been here he wonders.

“We’re just in time!” Bright light which runs across the skies, one after another until it looked liked the skies were falling.

It was beautifully worth all the trouble you both went through, all for this moment, under the skies where you belong, a picture he could never get out of his head. Your excited childlike look as you pointed towards the falling stars, it’s as if the stars were falling tonight for you and you only and he was a lucky spectator to have witnessed it.

Taking your hand in his Riddle questioned what he was doing, why couldn’t he hold back and reach out towards you? And for a brief moment he stopped breathing, he wanted to kiss you so badly, yet in the end he just holds you close.

“Thanks for indulging in my wish, (Y/n).” When the meteor shower ended you were left with a flustered Riddle for some reason.

“There’s no reason to thank me honestly, it was also my selfish desire to see the stars tonight” the city lights and cheerful noises couldn’t pull your attention away from him, for some reason you can’t help but stare at each other.

It’s quiet again, however in this comforting silence you both had fun enjoying each other’s presence. Whatever happens tomorrow will happen, but for tonight you two had each other.

“What are you doing to me…” when your story finally ended.

“Nothing at all, I’m just realizing how much I loved you all this time” you hope it can be come the foundation for a better tale to blossom.

You and Riddle, despite no longer being engaged to each other, still kept in close contact, you both weren’t exactly courting each other but it was a good start now that you’ve started opening up and understand each other’s feelings more.

Riddle’s mother was originally still upset at Riddle for failing to maintain the engagement however after a long time of convincing from Riddle (mainly from your help because Riddle is still nervous when confronting her, you didn’t face to face tell her anything), she relented and stopped thinking about it.

A nice ending to a story, no?

A/n notes: A- I hate my writing skills ;-;

I wanted to explore more onto the last scene but was so tired and I felt like I dragged it out long enough ehe-

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WILDSIDE!

creature of chaos, child of mischief

Verse: Transformers Animated [TfA]

Designation: Wildside [named after the writing on her left door/arm]

Pronouns: primarily she/her, but any are fine, she doesn't really care.

Faction: Neutral. Earth-born and not interested in all that.

Alt Mode: She's one of these thingies ⬇️ Not the exact model but close enough

The hind wheels are on her pedes and can be used as built-in heelys for extra zooming purposes, and the front one is on her back.

Notable Relationships:

Wreck-Gar – roomie, bff, boyfriend [they are my precious children I will never shut up about them]

Bumblebee - good buddy, first bot she ever met [read about her first day here!]

Summary: Wildside was given life when a fragment of the Allspark became lodged in her frame. She is exciteable, impulsive and reckless, and known to get into all sorts of mischief. Wildside has no time for thinking things through. She lives her new life to the fullest, doing whatever pleases her, and though she's only a minibot – even shorter than Bumblebee – she does not seem to be too aware of that fact. Fitted with dubiously-legal upgrades to her frame and engine, she's much faster and tougher than she looks!

While neither Autobot nor Decepticon, and entirely uninterested in all that conflict, Wildside generally means no harm. She's young, inexperienced, and doesn't yet fully grasp that her actions may have consequences, but she just wants to have a good time.

After meeting and befriending Wreck-Gar, who's equally as new to being alive as her, the two of them made their home in the local dumpster. It's really not as bad as that sounds! There's a ton of really cool stuff lying around there, and it never gets boring.

Backstory under the cut!

Backstory: Before coming alive, she's been around a long time, though she was only a machine then.

After being a once-modern vehicle and having gone through a number of owners, the three-wheeler eventually wound up dumped near a scrapyard. It spent many years rusting away, until its eternal parking spot became a popular hangout for some of Detroit's teens, who made it their own. Some of the more handy kids not only fixed it up but also installed a new engine and a bunch of tune-ups, and would spend their afternoons learning to drink and drive on the empty lot. Those were the real fun times. Wildside may not consciously remember any of those events, but just as visibly as her frame is covered in graffiti, rust and dents, her processor has clearly attached itself to her past purpose.

Upon receiving life, the young bot did not waste much time with being disoriented, and immediately went on to have fun. Which is most if not all she cares about; living her life much like the teens that made her: loud and fast, with no regard for anyone else. Seeing the words Wild Side painted on her left in bold graffiti, she deemed it to be her name, and it truly does suit her well.

[kholnt]

I just wanted to say how much I looooooovvveeee your Lost Link fic! I love the idea of what would happen if Wild remembered his past. I wanted to know how you think his knight training went? I definitely think that it was a terrible experience that gave him a whole wagon full of horrible coping mechanisms and bad habits(and from where the fic is going, I'm guessing you think similarly), but I wanted to know how you thought his training went. Anyway, just wanted to say how much I appreciate and love your work, Thank You!

WAAAH THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!!! (but give all of the writing credit to @/eponatheestallion <33 cannot emphasize that enough) BUT! you basically got it in one! his knight training was NOT kind to him in the slightest. i mean, even with the canon material we HAVE it still doesn't particularly spell a good time. (staring at mipha, zelda and purah's diaries respectively. and creating a champion. and possibly aoc but thats a different timeline + i barely know anything abt it so its there In Spirit) i will warn you that this ones gonna be long bc botw diaries TEND TO BE YAP SESSIONS! AND im a yapper so i'll just give you the tldr:

lost's knight training was abhorrent for his mental health and plays into a LOT of his mannerisms and why he is the way he is

ANYWAY! i'll just talk abt things that have been established either in the au or in botw canon :) any blanks you can fill on your own

as for canon things heres some things that stood out to me (formatted to be paragraphs for my sanity):

"A youth named Link was brought to me a hundred years ago, covered in wounds and on death's doorstep. Link… So young, yet so courageous. He was the youngest knight to have ever been appointed to the Imperial Guard at Hyrule Castle. He was also a gifted swordsman who was selected as captain of Princess Zelda's personal guard. I thought his skills would be enough to defeat Ganon in glorious fashion…

It was the best we could do…" -Purah's Diary

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"When I finally got around to asking why he's so quiet all the time, I could tell it was difficult for him to say. But he did. With so much at stake, and so many eyes upon him, he feels it necessary to stay strong and to silently bear any burden.

A feeling I know all too well… For him, it has caused him to stop outwardly expressing his thoughts and feelings. I always believed him to be simply a gifted person who had never faced a day of hardship. How wrong I was… Everyone has struggles that go unseen by the world… I was so absorbed with my own problems, I failed to see his." -Zelda's Diary ~~~~~

"At the request of Hyrule's king, a group of outsiders came to greet us at the domain. One of them was a Hylian child of only about four years of age. His name was Link. He made quite a first impression. He was curious and full of energy, with a ready smile. Are all Hylian children that way?

One thing that surely sets him apart is his swordsmanship, which I hear is exceptional. He has even bested adults. He must be somewhat reckless, however, as he was covered in bruises. Wishing to be helpful, I healed his wounds for him." ~~~~~

"Link came to visit the domain. It feels like forever since he was here last. He no longer resembles the child I first met. He is now an accomplished knight and keeper of the sword that seals the darkness. I am so proud. However… He hardly speaks anymore, and smiles even more rarely. He is still the kind soul I knew, but something has changed.

I asked him if something had happened, if something was wrong. He merely shook his head. Perhaps it is his newly acquired height, but I feel he is ever looking past me, into the distance beyond…" -Mipha's Diary

~~~~~ "The details of how Link obtained the sword a hundred years ago have been lost to the mists of time, but since he was in possession of it for a number of years prior to becoming a Champion, he was likely around twelve or thirteen years old when it happened."

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"After the Champions for the Divine Beasts were chosen, there was an incident at Hyrule Castle. A Guardian went berserk during a test run. Link deftly defeated it, earning himself a great deal of recognition. Impressed, King Rhoam made him Princess Zelda's appointed knight. With no regard for his own personal safety, he loyally fulfilled his duty to guard Princess Zelda with his life." -Creating a Champion

(there will be another thing later but its separated for a Reason.) ANYWAY! these are like. BIG things in canonical material that I feel like are important, especially if they're highlighted. i'm not really going to elaborate much since its kind of spelled out already but i'll say a few things nonetheless (also for consistencies sake i'm going to say lost but do know this ALSO applies to wild) he was the youngest knight appointed in history. like even that alone is FUCKED??? i don't remember if it was something in canon, fanon or something kay n i made up (but it doesnt rlly matter since its canon to the lost hero au ANYWAY!) but he became a knight at TWELVE soon after pulling the sword. then proceeded to become a royal guard at 17. this is a kid surrounded by adults in a generally Unsafe Environment, that alone is enough for some level of fucked. ill explain the "hes been training since he was four" later since i have Thoughts about that, but on a unrelated note do notice that mipha makes the assumption that lost is reckless and not through actually seeing him being clumsy. hyrulean guard when i get you now, to me the vow of silence was something that stemmed from before the calamity and started up in his training. because thats a twelve year old being forced to be a hero when he never got the choice to. OBVIOUSLY hes going to shut down. again, this will be expanded upon later also. lost is canonically self sacrificial. VERY self sacrificial. no further comments, just saying OKAY. NOW ITS LATER BC ITS TIME TO YAP ABT THE "inspired by canon but like. its canon plus." canon is bent in specific ways bc the way link is characterized (in cac specifically) makes him very uh,,,, inhuman i suppose. i love looking at scenarios where decisions have consequences, and it's that specific reason why i enjoy "what if" aus so much.

yes, lost was still trained when he was four. no it was not formally. to me, lost had an interest in swordsmanship because his dads a knight! hes going to be exposed to at least a little bit at an early age. he was insistent on wanting to learn, so with the power of sticks, pot lids, and a lot of positive reinforcement, he learned how to do the movements of swordfighting. he'd never been given a proper sword until the guard brought him to zora's domain. lost's dad never wanted to force the position of hero onto him, so he never gave him a sword. everyone knows that he's the hero except him, and lost's dad would rather keep it that way until he's old enough to climb mount lanayru (it happens much earlier than that) now abt the fucking "According to tales told by the long-lived Zora, Link visited Zora's Domain when he was younger and formed a bond with them, defeating a Lynel and teaching various skills to Zora children. This story sheds light on both his physical abilities and his strength of character." from creating a champion just like. isn't canon in this. the only other recorded time lost fought a lynel in zoras domain was when he was already zelda's guard and he was not younger. so by proxy it must've been when he was four WHICH ISN'T HAPPENING SORRY GUYS!!!! i'm not having a four year old fight a lynel hero or not!!!! it's referenced in lost hero canon (the soldiers accompanied made jokes and tried to egg lost on but it got shut down real quick since a. his dad was there and b. literally anyone who have thinking caps would go "yeah um... no actually!") and now its fanon time :))) when lost was in the army, he was usually trained separately from the other knights, mostly because of skill difference. as a CHILD he was able to clear soldiers, he needed different training period. as for the actual formal training, it was extremely strict. terrible conditions stemmed from an awful reward "system" (that usually led to lost being extremely fatigued and starting an endless loop of punishment. there is a reason why lost can push through awful conditions: hes used to it) all blanketed with the justification of "he's the hero of hyrule." they trained him to be a weapon, not a person. he doesn't have a sense of self nor an identity outside of "hero" "champion" or "weapon." things like "brother" got stripped from him when he joined the academy. they didn't bother with setting up a future for him. he eventually figures his shit out but thats YEARS down the line, and even then he's still suffering from this,,,, self objectification? idk how else to describe it when he wasn't getting grilled for "not swinging his sword hard enough" or having his foot a centimeter off even though he hasnt had the privilege of Basic Necessities To Survive in (insert timeframe) he was usually doing something in the coliseum. as it turns out, having the hero show off in front of an audience by fighting a lynel (or multiple) is a GREAT money maker! shame he wasnt usually told beforehand!

being forced into heroism is a big reason as to why hes the silent knight. he never wanted this. being separated from his family (whom of which i have Many thoughts about. same for his childhood honestly) and surrounded by strangers who have no care for who he is but rather what he stands for was absolutely awful, and only made worse by his age. being silent and just dealing with it is how he coped, and its eventually going to boil over (just give it a few years) his knight training was one of THE worst things to happen to him, right under failing to save his kingdom and inadvertently being the cause of hyrule's demise. it's the reason why he acts the way he does. he wasn't allowed to forget, so instead it influences almost everything he does, says and thinks. SO YEAH IT WASNT A GOOD TIME

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WIP

That's a Homeric AU, alright! This is what living in my brain looks like. Would you believe I haven't actually listened to Epic yet? Idk why I'm putting I off. Maybe I'm terrified of disappointment.

Anyway! AU notes beneath the cut!

"Rage — Fable, sing the rage of Pthia’s daughter Ruby,

murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses,

hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls,

great fighters’ souls, but made their shards carrion,

feasts for the dogs and birds,

and the will of the heavens was moving toward its end.

Begin, Fable, when the two first broke and clashed,

Diamond lord of men and brilliant Ruby. . . ."

-Rose plays a similar role to Odysseus! The morally grey trickster monarch who just wants to be with her spouse and son in the end. Seen as a coward and a bad friend, but the intentions were good. A brilliant strategist and completely hubristic idiot simultaneously. I give her the Pink Diamond palette whenever she isn't disguised. The Rose palette goes to Nobody!

-Pearl as the Athena-parallel goddess of wisdom, arts, and warfare. The pearls will be the patron gods of their respective Diamond monarchs, but Pearl is the closest to her monarch. She follows her everywhere until something big separates them due to a choice Rose makes, thus aiding Rose's son instead in growing up and his mission to learn more about a heroic mother he never knew.

-Lapis of Sparta and Troy, the demigod prisoner whose face sailed a thousand ships. Kidnapped from her home and loved ones, then blamed for the fallout.

-The rage of Ruby, heir to the throne of Pthia, greatest of the Greeks, and her gentle yet coldly terrifying equestrian companion Sapphire, exiled princess of Omas. Technically the same stone irl, but there's a great status disparity. Their ranks in this AU are swapped, though, to better fit the backstory of our Myrmidon boys!

-Padparadscha, disgraced Trojan princess, whose predictions are always ignored and ridiculed. Until it's too late.

-Jasper of Troy. Captor of Lapis Lazuli. Favorite of the detached Pink Pearl, goddess of beauty and lust. A pawn who thinks she's in control. Always inferior to her eldest sister.

-Hessonite of Troy. Favorite of the vain Yellow Pearl. Goddess of prophecy, archery, medicine, music, plague, the sun, and being an annoying little overachiever. Hess commands Troy's armies. Eldest of the royal children. She was canonically the governor of the Earth colony, so she technically counts for my efforts to make all the Trojans pink court gems under Queen White Diamond. Yelp is the only exception, cause I wasn't making Aubergine or Lonely into Apollo. It fit her too well.

-Steven goes on a journey to learn about and live up to a heroic parent he's never met. Prince of Ithaca. Spends his early life constantly having to fight adults who want to kill him, and having to defend his home and single parent from said adults.

-Greg. "I've never had that many exes show up at once since—" has hundreds fighting for a hand that's technically already taken. Known for his artistic pursuits, like Penelope for her weaving. A lot more clever than he first appears. A damn good dad.

- Amethyst is undecided. Maybe an Ajax? A goofier Diomedes? Absolutely up for suggestions.

-Garnet as the tall, blunt, crazy strong child of Ruby who joins the war in her early years. Neoptolemus/Pyrrhus, who I'm now realizing isn't as universal as the others, so I'm saying it explicitly.

-Aquamarine as the (justifiably) murderous sister of Helen/Lapis, Clytemnestra! Eyeball as the lover who helps her kill her spouse! Freckles and Curls as their brothers, the twins Castor and Pollux! I'm cooking.

And the Lapis twins ESPECIALLY work for the Gemini! One was callous and spiteful, one was kind and followed his brother. However, because a lot of people in those times/place thought you could have multiple fathers per set of twins (or per baby if you ask some of Alexander's contemporaries about him), one twin was a fully immortal demigod. Not full-blooded Spartan royalty. Freckles isn't a pure Lapis, she has pyrite flecks!

And the Gemini later both became water gods! Idk who will fill Orestes' slot. Probably Blue Zircon, since Orestes was the impetus of the founding of the Athenian legal system.

-Yellow Diamond, Queen of Men. Favorite of Blue Pearl, goddess of the seas, storms, earthquakes, and horses. Angry and selfish, hated but feared by her gems. Later murdered by her family. Only using Lapis' kidnapping as an excuse for war and plunder.

-Blue Diamond, queen of Sparta. Also favored by Bloop. Desperate to take Lapis back from Troy. Constantly grieving her rapidly dropping family, but still terrifying.

-White Diamond, queen of Troy. Starts detached, cold, and neglectful. Loses everything, becoming a humbled and grieving old mother and grandmother.

-Gimme ideas for Peridot! Was gonna make her Meneleus, but it'd be weird making her Blue's sister.

-Bismuth = Hephaestus

- Rose Buds = The Fates

- Aubergine = Artemis? Hera? Idk, man, I just REALLY wanna include the Hera/Artemis fistfight.

-Lonely Pearl = Hermes

-Pyrope = Hera, probably, actually. It fits her Vibe. Or Zeus. Or Demantoid as Zeus?

-Navy = Ares. Full stop.

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Gaunt Reproduction Habits

Summary: A well-placed insinuation of Anne’s awaken something on Ominis. His wife deals with it like a trooper.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 2900

Notes: Ominis would be an animal in bed and this is a hill I’m willing to die on.

All it had taken was a simple exchange of words. A mere scrap of small talk over breakfast.

Anne had been exercising impressive creativity coming up with subtle ways to either inquire about or encourage Rosalie and Ominis to have a child. She was simply enamoured with the idea of being an aunt, and yet, despite her efforts, the concept had yet to take root in his mind.

She had noticed of course, but never openly acknowledged her veiled comments until one morning, when, evidently having run out of patience, she decided to ask more directly.

"Ominis, have you and Rosie ever considered whether I shall ever have a nephew or a niece to love and spoil some day?"

The blind man nearly spat out his tea. His face burned so red that she feared for his health, so much blood rushing to his head all at once. It was a funny sight, and while they had indeed touched upon the subject a few times, they have never discussed it at length, aside from a statement of “not right now” by the man.

The wife did her best to smooth over the topic with a hasty, "Ah, well, we will have to have our own conversations about that in time, I imagine."

“You have a brother, Anne. Should you not ask him such a question?” The man complements, finding his voice and a napkin.

“I did not take you for a man of faith, Ominis.” Anne deadpanned. “Have you met Sebastian? He will never marry, lest have a child. You two are my only hope.”

He might have dismissed the prodding with a snarky comment, but the damage was done. Something shook loose within him, something he thought that he had killed in the bud so many years ago.

He is a pureblood, a Gaunt, and so he had been expected to reproduce as much as he can, as soon as he can, but, as all things related to those two traits of his, he has resented such an obligation. He has heard of Isolt Sayre and the halfblood daughters she had in America, how one of them had simply refused to have children to let this cursed bloodline die, and he admired the decision, so much so he thought of replicating it himself.

Around his First Year, though, he has briefly wondered that, if he had a family, he would not feel as alone as he did, if only he could find someone likeminded and pleasant enough. Then, he started getting along with the Sallow twins and the idea left his head, as it should.

Even when Ominis met Rosalie and decided that courting someone was not so bad, after all, he is yet to change his mind about his anti-natalist stance. Perhaps it was disloyal of him to propose marriage without disclosing it to his prospective bride, but, well, he by himself is enough of a liability, he did not want to put too much strings on the match. She would probably not mind, or say that she does not to placate him, but his in-laws were rather… Disconcerted with the match, regardless of bloodlines, and he is sure that, had he demanded a Knut more than what was offered to him, he would be shown the door. That would not be acceptable, and so he relented in deferring the decision to a later date, hopefully forever.

If she truly wished to be a mother, then he would just insist upon adoption, as it is not as much the rearing part he is against, it is the blood that he feels is too cursed to survive. Had they met at a different place in their lives, had she been a widow, for one, with children of her own, he would not fear embracing them as his own, as a fruit of hers is blessed as much as one of his is damned.

Well, things seemed to be changing now. As they got away from Britain and the rest of the Gaunts, rebuilding their lives in Canada with the Sallow twins, he has been revisiting the idea of children, privately and slowly.

Perhaps it would not be too bad, as he, after all, is very different from his parents and would not repeat the same mistakes. Nor would any child of his be only Gaunt, as half of them would necessarily be of the woman he loves, and he knows that she is fully good.

When Anne asked that backhanded question of hers, it all seemed to come together for Ominis, and he feels that he rather wants a son or a daughter with his wife, bearing his name, and he wants it now.

He had held composure well enough at first, but with some time, it was hard not to notice. His attention to her voice seemed different these days, he touches her more, even when he ought to be working the looms and the potions, and his hand lingers at the small of her back or down her arms. In fact, he directs her by touch quite frequently. He has become harsher towards anyone who is even the slightest bit uncooperative towards her. While it is only in his nature to be protective, now he hovers nearby like he cannot let her out of his sight.

Yet, they had not made love since this reproductive mania began, and it is driving him near to madness, as, while he wants it very much, he also fears it, and so has taken to deny her at night. He should not rush it, he should talk to her, at the very least he should make peace with his thoughts, but everything is happening so strongly in his mind that it is difficult to set himself into the right headspace for any of it.

It pains him much, much more than it can possibly pain her. He is restless and starved. When he places his hand at Rosalie, he imagines filling her with him. He imagines her round with his child, carrying one of his own kind. He imagines claiming her, breeding her, as not just his lover, but his soulmate.

His wife, however, finds that this hot-and-cold behaviour of his had gone long enough. The night she makes up her mind to ask him directly, she situated herself on his lap facing him in their bed. He sits upright against the headboard as she shares idle chat about her day and the occasional light, chaste kiss.

Until he leans into one. Her eyebrows rise as he kisses her more deeply, entirely without warning. Both of his hands run warm up the outer curve of her thighs, and she instinctively shifts towards him. He nips at her lower lip, and now his hands are at her backside, fondling rounded flesh ever pulling she against his body.

This is not like him at all, she considers.

"Ominis, what has… What has gotten into you? You have been strange ever since…" She manages to say between kisses, and things begin to come together in her mind. "You have been strange ever since Anne asked us about…"

He freezes as though he has been shaken from a trance state. His hands shy away from her, the caresses stop, as he tries to form a coherent explanation in his mind, preferably one that do not involve a regression to his childhood.

Rosalie would certainly not let go if she remotely thought it had something to do with the Gaunts, and whether or not he decides to breed her anytime soon, he knows this is too heavy an emotional journey to be had when all he wants is some love from his wife.

"Yes, well, it was a... Thought-provoking question, I would say." He replies stiffly

She considers what he said as she brings a hand to caress his cheek.

"Do you... Not like the idea?" She asks, with her best attempt at a casual, neutral tone, thinking it is productive if she does not influence him directly with her thoughts on the matter.

"No, no, that is not it at all!" He stammers out.

She lovingly brushes a few blond strands of hair, free from their usual pomade, behind his ear. As her hand travels down the side of his neck to his shoulder muscle, she feels his pulse racing.

"So, you...” She starts, gauging his reactions. “You do like the idea."

"I, ah..."

Ominis raises his face at last, and the serious façade he had been keeping cracks just the slightest bit. Something clicks in her mind. Her eyes flicker downward to confirm her suspicions. Sure enough, his large member has begun to stir from underneath his nightshirt, making of it a lewd white tent.

She chuckles softly. “You really like the idea, I see."

"Well, I…" His face is burning red and his face darts away from her view once more. "It is not a matter of want or not want. I had considered it before, but… But I came to different conclusions on the matter. On the other hand, given our more stable circumstances, and…"

"Ominis." She leans against his torso and speaks softly into his ear. "Do you want to impregnate me with your child?"

His entire frame tenses, he says her name like a plea or a prayer as a hand grips hers.

She kissed his cheek. “Just tell me if you want it. Do not think of anything else, we can address those concerns later. I merely want to know whether you would like to have a child with me.”

He closes his eyes and, for a moment, he feels as if he is going to break down and cry. “I… I do.”

It is true. He does want to have a child with Rosalie.

"It is alright, love." She whispers with a smile. "We can do it. I am here to help you with whatever you struggle in your decision. You do not have to hold back anymore."

With one more worshipful utterance of her name, Ominis turns her onto her back on the bed with far more force than he tends to use with she. He practically tears her clothing from her like he resents its presence. She attempts to remove his in turn, but he manages it quicker, and soon enough, his lean body has her pressed against the mattress.

He trails heated kisses down the centre of her torso, causing her to arch up to him as she sighs in pleasure. Then, his lips reach her lower stomach, just above her womb, and without warning, he bites down on the tender flesh.

Her body tenses, but Ominis holds he in place as he sucks and nibbles a small bruise to her skin. It felt rather strange of him to do such a thing, but when she feels the slight tingle of magic bubbling underneath the skin, she realises it must be one of those Gaunt secrets and customs that always seem to be lurking at the edges of her life since she met her husband.

"I am sorry for the brutality, but I feel it must be done.” He whispers once he is satisfied with his work. “I never thought I would be in the situation of trying it, and yet… When I opened my heart to you, I found myself in several of those, a-and it felt right…”

The woman runs her hand on his hair, soothingly. “That is alright. It did not hurt too badly. What is it?”

"This designates you as my woman. The mother of my children." He responded, blushing slightly. “It is supposed to increase fertility and the likelihood of magical talent in the offspring.”

True enough, it is hard for Rosalie not to imagine herself as a wizard's property when he prowls over her and directs her legs around his hips. At a glance, she can see that his cock is rock hard, flushed dark and already drooling pre-cum.

Ominis hovers over the moment their bodies join with something burning and obsessive in his eyes. He watches his girth spreading her open, her soft pussy lips yielding to him until he is held as deep within her as he can fit. She breathes slowly, doing her best to adjust to his size, but his eyes are still focused low.

Gingerly, his hand brushes over the place where he marked her, where she can feel the head of his cock hitting against her womb.

Then, his hips begin to move, and she knows immediately that tonight will not be the same as others. His movements are harsh, powerful, he would easily be shoving her back on the mattress if his hands were not holding her in place so firmly. He takes her as a man starved, frantic and insane, with a desire to consume her whole.

Rosalie watches his abdomen flex with every push, his arms tensed and hard as he pounds into her steadily. It is with good luck that the discovery of this little kink of his had left her so wet, as he had taken no time to prepare her. So, while her slick guides him in and out of her tight hole, the pain and pleasure mingle in her nerves.

The woman gazes up at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes and see that he has not averted his eyes away from her lower belly, his supposedly line of sight so well-aligned that she wonders whether he had suddenly gained the ability to see.

Ominis grits his teeth, baring a hint of just-a-little-too-sharp canines. Then, without a word, he snarls and holds himself in her to the base as his hot cum shoots out into she. She is panting, clutching the pillow behind her.

Before he is even ridden out the entirety of his orgasm, his hands tighten their hold at her waist in a wordless warning. She is fully aware that her husband is capable of cumming more than once in a night on occasion, and she has a suspicion that he is going to be exceptionally thorough this time.

He handles his wife like a weak little plaything. She is on her stomach next, and he mounts her to mate like a wild beast, her backside bouncing against his pelvis as he slams his length into her. He fills her again before too long, and already she can feel his release escaping onto her inner thighs.

When her husband pulls out of Rosalie this time, presumably only to reposition her again, he pauses instead. She glances back, about to question him, but then two fingers glide across her skin, gathering his cum until he pushes it back inside of her.

She moans his name aloud, her cunt squeezing and spasming around his fingers, this lewd act simply too much for her.

"I see..." His voice rumbles in his chest behind her. "You really do want to bear my child... Very good."

She is turned onto her back once more. This time, Ominis lifts her legs up onto his shoulders, aligns himself on the orifice and supporting himself with his two arms on either side of her head, and pushes into her over-used and over-filled pussy. With her body angled back like this, he fucks his own seed into her, pounding her into the mattress as she merely whimpers and takes him.

"Mine... My woman..." He mutters like a man possessed. "I shall fill you with my child, Rosalie. I will have you each and every day until I am completely certain that you have conceived."

All Rosalie can manage in reply is a blissful mantra of 'yes' and his name. Then, she feels his cock twitching, each throb and shift of the massive length rubbing into her wonderfully. At last, his hands rest on the pillow and his forearms give out, as his entire body shivers with this last, most powerful orgasm.

There is no way all of his cum can fit inside of her now. Even Ominis seems to have accepted it, merely groaning out her name as it coats his member, her lower lips, her inner thighs.

It takes some time for both of them to catch their breath after this. For a while, he simply kneels over her, trying to memorise what feels like a good breeding and hoping to repeat it a few times over yet, as many as necessary and hopefully time and time again.

Alas, eventually, a more sober sense of reason returns to his expression. When he lies beside his, he is gentle, almost apologetic. He might have enjoyed it, but he should not be as forceful with his wife. It is both uncouth and violent, not the sort of behaviour he would like for her to witness.

She kisses him sweetly, then say, "I had not realized that you could talk dirty like that. You should do it more often."

Ominis replies with another kiss, brushing her hair from her face.

"Ah, that. Make no mistake, my love, it was your boundless kindness that has allowed me to be more... Open, I suppose, with my desires." He says, smiling dazedly. "I was only being truthful. I love you, and you make me insane."

Rosalie snuggles further into his chest, in a silent gesture of welcoming acceptance. Love makes them both more than a little insane, after all.

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[helloescapist]

Love and a Bath | Mitsuri Kanroji

Word Count: 2483

Setting: Mitsuri Kanroji x gn!reader (reader is depressed), angst, comfort fic, established relationship

Content Warnings: hints of depression, as well as brief mentions of murder.

Summary: acounter with a demon's memories have rattled your foundation, leaving you in the depths of your thoughts, and allowed time to process. Only Mitsuri's care can bring you back from the edge.

[Image is not my own, credit goes to the artist]

Just a small short because I truly believe that if you had a bad day (or week), Mitsuri would do draw a bath, wash your back, and untangle your hair. 🌸

The mission had hung heavily on you; it was not that the demon itself was challenging, nor that it was particularly difficult opponent. In fact, its demon art had yet to properly develop, likely a young fiend, new to the night. It hadn’t seemed adapted to its own body and its unique movements, what less able to utilize its ability. No, in terms of the scurry itself, the battle if it could even be referred to as such didn’t even last a minute, but it was the memories that unfolded.

 The depth of slice through the neck, one precise and effortless. Well formed, and insured no unnecessary suffering, the side of your breathing technique that had brought you pride. Merciful, and quick. Your breathing had relied on speed and precision, and required no strength. Tiger Lily breathing had been a beautiful form, one derived from Buddhist beliefs. Often, there was relief upon finishing the mission. The memories, the sorrow that followed the demon as the passed on. Often times remorseful, other times confused as a small child, some even felt abandoned by the fates. The memories in a since, offered closure, and comprehension. How their lives had unfolded, their ends, the paths they had walked to become a sinister shadow in the night, abandoned children, scorned love, hunger, disease, so many routes could lead to their fates. All desperate to cling to life, the frays of a existence they had never truly experienced, but this one… this one was different. Recollections like a calm stream that appeared peaceful, and gentle, hidden depths of passages and deadly currents. Drowning in memories of peace, a small child loved by parents. Well, and strong, playful amongst peers. Adjusted, and embracing, they liked to study. Released learning new things about the form, a doctor? No, no, if only the medical pursuit had been in such sacrifice. Small animals, rats that had wandered in from the field in winter, dogs desperate for affection, a toddler displaced from its parents, all… dissected. For curiosity. Amusement. Memories of peaceful façade, a partner, and children, normal. They had appeared so normal to outsiders, but the night their partner had wandered too far, followed them into the dark, to meet the same fate as pass victims. Some morbid curiosity that drove them into the depths, tested the rotation of joints, of muscles. Peeled back layers and layers of life, without a single remorse, and when met with your blade, the only parting regret it had confessed… was that it would never know what it would be like to fillet your complexion, nor determine how it was your body could move in a way that was foreign to its comprehension. The divulgence left you achy, nauseous. Trembling in your skin, as though a husk of chills up your spine that would never settle. Like a curse that you had been burdened with, clung to your back as you recounted the details to Ubuyashiki. The ill-ease clear on his features, formed at his brow. The delicate way he regarded, a knowing gaze one serene, and comforting. Allowed time off, the reassurance that you could take the time you needed to digest your experience, but in your parting, be left you with the advice that while the Demon Slayer Corps existed to eradicate demons, there are creatures in the flesh that appear as human as him and you.

The news of your league of absence had Mitsuri upon her arrival. The pass week spent dedicated to an objective of her own, her unique physical strength having met its necessity upon the mountains to retrieve a few mizunoto. In their desperation to survive an encounter, had caused a cave in, a decision that had effectively trapped the demon deeper in the cavern, and unintentionally themselves as a casualty. The arrival of their Kasugai Crows, clearly distressed, and demanding aide was their only saving grace. She had been dispatched immediately alongside a few kakushi members to offer support, medical assistance, and in severe cases, transport them to the Butterfly Estate. All in all, it had taken her some time to sort everything out. The travel, ensuring everyone had been retrieved as well as checking in on their wellbeing, she hadn’t the opportunity to return home, nor contact you. Updated only on your circumstances upon by the concerned kakushi who had grown fond of you, others merely only averting her gaze, and the occasional few whisperings amongst themselves. Ubuyashiki having provided her with what details he could, the melancholy smile that he had worn. Gentle, and concerned, he had complimented your gentle nature. This experience was necessary for you, he had known that--- the Love Hashira had as well, and yet, the unknowing of how you would come out of such a shattering encounter, was heavy.

                She had found you on the tatami mat, your hair matted in odd forms. Eyes weary, and down casted. Averted, and struggling to meet her gaze, nor those of the servants of the Kanroji mansion that inquired about her wellbeing. The folds of your kimono disheveled, half put on, the small slips revealing that it had not been properly secured. Likely forced on by one of the servants who had attempted to care for you in the Love Hashira’s wake. Complexion drained, eyes that appeared sunken in, and colored with lack of sleep. Gaunt, the steady of your breathing the only comfort she had, the reassurance that you were still living despite your appearance. Cheek pressed against the tatami mat, eyes that neither responded, nor traced the lining of the floor. Unresponsive to the way she ahd kentl over you, traced your cheek, pushed back your bangs. Delicately patted your hair, devoid of reaction. Heavy, the caretakers of her home having accompanied her, informing Mitsuri of how long you had laid there. The worry that perhaps, you were waiting for her causing a lump in her throat. The knowledge you had stayed in this state for a quite some time, often returning escorted back by the support of others, heavy, and tired. Exhaustion, beckoning you to long naps regardless of the day, meals that had been refused time after time. Nutrients only sustained by those that had pushed and prodded, refused to leave you be until you had swallowed at least one bite, loyal to their master. Aware the despair Mitsuri would face upon her arrival. The press of her forehead against yours, the pressure eliciting the smallest waver of your eyelashes. The dirt of prior days, likely remainders of your encounter in the field. The realization burdening her heart, weighing heavily and dropping her heart as she struggled to breathe. The tears that threatened to fall as the comprehension settled into her heart. The small in breath rattling your bones, the clear embarrassment that crossed your features as your arms tucked against your sides, all too aware how long it had been since you had bathed. Shame that pillowed across your features, drawing inwards. Recoiling within yourself, protective and humiliated at your state. Threatened to break the Love Hashira, her hand pulling back to offer reassurance. All too aware that you did not wish for her to see you this way, for her to touch her as she had. To know you this way.

                Mitsuri’s eyebrows met firmly, the pout of her lips as she nodded to herself. Turning and peeking over shoulder. The catch of cherry blossomed kissed hair that gave way to jade that caught the air as she did so. Her voice, warm and soothing as she took command of her household. Servants that felt her affections, and understood their assignments. The life she captivated, pressed into the home. Warm, and direct, the stipulation they desperately needed. Scurrying in different directions, tossing decorum to the side as they set to work. Two members quick on their feet, headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, the detailed account their Lady Kanroji had given their guide to ensure your favorite meal was produced properly. Three members sent to the storage building, instructed to secure heavy blankets that would typically be reserved for the winter months. The weight, she had expressed, you would need the extra weight, the pressure likely to provide some much-needed comfort. One to summon a fresh kimono for you, informed of your favorite scent to mask upon the fabric in the hopes it would be soothing to your senses. To warm your body in a way that she could not, but prayed it would offer all the incentive you may need. The remainder, left to gather the necessary materials to construct a bath. Imparting details of your favorite color, of bath scents that she had stored away—although it shamed her to admit that she had intended their use for a different use, Mitsuri did not hesitate to utilize them now. Why wait for a special night, when you needed her now.

You needed her.

The water was warmed. Drawn against bubbles that filled the bath, the stray floating to the ceiling. The bucket of water before you. Arms tucked shyly to your sides, doing your best to cover your form as you sat awkwardly on the stool. Too worn from your days, heart far heavier than you could endure. The abundance of sleep had not account for the malnourishment that was beginning to occur within your body. The servants easily spiriting you away to the bath. Mitsuri’s warm hands, delicate as she regarded you. Her words soothing as a prayer, informative as she whispered knowledge to you. Dared to scrub at the intrusive thoughts. The distant worries of human life. If mercy was possible, of what monstrosities lurked beneath the surface. If you were the same. At times, Mitsuri expressed what it was she was doing as she untied the knot at your waste, slipped the kimono from your shoulders. The sweet whispers, one of warm and reassurance. Fumbling to form words, any words that would reassure you of her devotion as she sat you the stool. Your back to her, your eyes left to stare at the wood paneling of the room. Warm scents that clung to your nose. The child the demon had claimed in life, the small dog. The press of a soft bath, nurturing and caringly pressed to your sides. The splash of the bucket, Mitsuri’s hands wringing excess water as she rolled the cloth over your shoulders, scrubbed your back. Whispered soothing words of reassurance. Stilled herself to remove any proof of the past few days from your features. To care for you in your neglect. Curiosity, how could such curiosity have been born? How could, how could another human do such a thing to another? Love, she loved you with everything she had, and as only the way the Love Hashira could, wanted to prove it in every aspect of the word. The embarrassment of your state, as your head pressed against your shoulder, leaned forward. Wanting nothing more to hide from her embrace. Their partner. Their devoted. Someone who had shared their life. With a monster. The touch of her fingers against your hair. Warm Safe. Home. Their partner had thought they were safe… that they were loved too. The lather of soap against your hair, delicately folding over matted tangle. Sacrifice of self, far too willing to give of herself to care for you. Tender as the grazes of her hair against her scalp. They had looked for them, cried out for them in the night. Cared for them when they wandered. The water comforting, breathing life in you that you had forgotten. Encouraged into the bath. Knees pressed to your chest as you breathed in the familiar scents. Displaced romantic, the distant memories of bath salts used in intimate moments, touched across your memories. They tore their partner up. Dissected them. Curiosity? H-How? Warm embraces, and tight hugs. Life, life that was warm. That was real. That cared. That sacrificed. The way Mitsuri’s fingers cautiously worked at the knots in your hair. Unweaving strand after strand, offering no hint of frustration.  Their child. CHILD. Their own blood, loved and cared for. Raised and nurtured. Limb from limb. Never revealing a shred of disappointment, or disgust. The smile tender as you dared to peek over your shoulder at her. The bashful shade of pink as the touch of her cheeks, willing herself to ignore how the fettering of her fingers across your skin captivated her hearts. Pretended it did not affect her in such a way as she dedicated herself to caring for you. The touch of lavish stones in her heart braided tightly and secured into a bun, the sleeves of her kimono drawn to work. The birth mark dots under her large eyes, all the beauty of a green hydrangea and as warm as spring, reflected across the bath water. Drifting only to meet your eyes, the smile she offered you, verification of her devotion.

                Time. Time would heal this wound, of your heart; she knew this as true as the sky and as real as the love she held for you. As did you, time would sooth the memories. Fade the nausea in your stomach. Her touch comforting, hushing your anxiety. The hush whisper of concern, if perhaps there were love in the world, laid to rest under her fingertips. Disturbing the dark thoughts that held you captivated. Disrupting their presence, anchoring her love to your form. Whispering reassurance of lovers, of safety, of presence of a home. In the world. Yes, time would heal the wounds her affections could not touch. The solidify of your bond, clear as the bubbles that warmed your skin, danced scents across your soul The love and dedication tender and soothing across your scalp as she worked wordlessly to care for your hair. Yes, time would heal this wound, and perhaps was the only thing that could ever hope to dare, but the touch of her fingers against your scalp. The soft hum of a song you did not know as you leaned into her touch. Warmth memories of love, of safetydaring to breathe lief back into your bones. The weight of your heart still heavy, embraced by love, and for once you could not help but wonder… if that was okay. To be loved. To be cared for. To be accepted in the dredge of your soul, to have someone who cared enough. To know you as you are, in the deeps of shame you dared not to reveal to another. Perhaps, perhaps this was proof enough of mercy. Of love. Something as simple, as the love of a hum, and the comfort of your bones as you breathed in her touch. Left only to savor the delicate weave of your hair free from neglect, and enfolded in love. Accepted. Treasured.

                Loved.

                Safe.

                Human.

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There’s tears in my eyes

Just thinking about how the gingko family has to watch childe and his family grow old, watching them grow watch childe stop being the “pretty young prince” watch as they grow so old that they no longer can care for themselves. And wifey…. Wifey would come to the realise what being immortal truly means, and why the adepti have always kept to themselves. Because to beings whose time is endless until their own bad memories get to them… a measly 100 years of a human life is just a blink of an eye…

And that’s just childe… a new addition to the family…. What about lilei? How does one cope with the fact that your loved one can’t cook anymore because standing became too painful?

Ivy I'm trying to do wholesome dad fic-

That is tragic, but unfortunately Childe and his family would not be the first group of mortals the family would come to love and ultimately outlive. There have been many friends and families, so much so that sometimes they quietly wonder why they keep doing this. Why risk the heartbreak when they know they'll be gone before a century has passed? Wifey should have learned this with their father, that you will outlive people you love one day. That was only hammered in when...

Originally at the end of ginkgo trees, the chat with Morax and Wifey about how they might actually start to grow old, and how worried they are for their children, wifey was going to say something about how one day, parents will have to leave their children. This was going to be in reference to Li Lei. This also tied into my og ideas where the twins were actually significantly younger than their siblings by like a century, where wifey was especially nervous because Li Lei wasn't there to support them or meet her newest grandchildren. The only reason I never mentioned it was because beta and by extension the rest of the readers would've been mad if I outright said Li Lei had died. Not even a vicious death, it was just old age.

But yeah, that enough was upsetting to Wifey, but they at least knew it was coming because, well, Li Lei is old enough to have raised them. She can't live forever. It's also another thing when someone dies tragically young. It's unfortunate, yet common enough that there are guides and communities of people who know what that pain is like. Nothing can prepare you for when you meet someone unfathomably younger than you, and yet you are there when not only they pass, but are around long enough for the funerals of their children and children's children.

Even still, they open their hearts up knowing the cycle of heartbreak will continue. Even when Childe sprouts white hairs, when his dull eyes grow weak, the children still tease him about how young he is compared to them. He graduates from young prince to young king, and Childe says something about how he looks like a raisin while Yanjiang hasn't aged once since the two met, and Yanjiang was a grandfather when they first met!

Even knowing it was inevitable, there's not a dry eye at his funeral.