#Moments In Fanfic Inspiration

[missbattyao3]

Chasing Fireflies / Crawling (Through The Dark) : Eddie's Secret Tattoo Inspo

So - it is abhorrently difficult to actually put a picture from my brain into real life without being able to draw or find a good reference image. It's also near impossible to actually find a picture of fireflies with these flowers, but the inspiration was there anyway.

In Chapter 5 of "Crawling (Through The Dark)," which is Eddie's POV of my most often visited fic "Chasing Fireflies" - Eddie goes on... we'll call it a bit of a bender and gets a very unsafely obtained tattoo in the crux of his inner thigh - a group of fireflies in flight around a stem of Cardinal Flowers.

I picked those flowers for two reason - one, statistically speaking, they are well known attractants of fireflies (thought to be due to the amount of nectar they produce!) and, (2) in what is actually an accidental addition to the universe, I gave Robin's a bit of an obsession with Cardinals (aptly done because it's almost guaranteed if you see cardinals on anything, it's two bright red males - gay birds baybeee) and the open buds look like little cardinals in flight (which is probably why these flowers are named this way in the first place).

The entire premise of the story started because I was in my own yard, watching fireflies blinking away, remembering how many more of them were around when I was a kid; thinking about how, since Steve Harrington's big empty suburban mansion faces back to the woods, how in the summer months, if the pool was covered and the lights were dimmed, he would have seen them floating around - little mythical feeling blinking lights across in the sky. Probably some of the only company he might have had, given how we assume things are in canon with his parents, and how it's written in fanon on top of that.

Anyway, if you're interested in a full series domino affect-style series rewrite, maybe give the fic/series a shot? I don't generally try to "advertise" my stories, but right now I update every Wednesday, and after Eddie's POV side is done, I'm planning on a post-canon-timeline series that is essentially their happily ever after.

Many thanks to ymalcal on ao3 for pending the question about the inspo in the comments; I hope this goes some justice to it. Maybe some day I'll find someone to actually draw it and then I'll post it here too.

[damntheyare]

Under My Skin

whamgram

Chapter 13: A Hard Lesson In Humility

[you-show-me-love]

"What's your favorite part of me? Like physically." Ian asked Mickey one night as they lay in bed, feeling soft as they await sleep.

He doesn't know why he asked, really, feels like he already knows the answer. Its his cock probably, the thing that brings Mickey the most pleasure, the thing reeled him in and kept him on the line.

Mickey turned over to face him, eyes moving across his boyfriend's face before glancing just above it. Ian watches his lips twitch upward.

"Gotta thing for redheads." Mickey admits, wrapping his hand around the back of Ian's head, running his fingers through the copper strands.

"Oh." Is all he manages to get out. He's stunned to be wrong in the best way. With his hand still on the back of Ian's head, Mickey pulls him in for a sleepy kiss before turning over. Ian moved right behind him, holding him tightly from behind. Mickey's arm reaches behind him to cradle the back of Ian's head again.

[spicylove4ever]

I re-read the fanfic of Love Is Never Ugly (by @fantasyandromancelover ) recently so I made this.

You will find the moment of the Beauty and the Beast re-telling here, where Charlotte sees Alastor directly for the first time, and man it couldn't have been a worse moment...

[erinwantstowrite]

thinking so hard about the very shitty au i wrote when i was on wattpad where Lucy (fairy tail) met the guild as a kid but they had their memories wiped at the end of it and didn't remember her, so when she finally meets natsu again SHE remembers them but they don't remember her. also she was their enemy when they first met and when she ran away from her father it was because he tried to create one of the time travel gates but he had to sacrifice a celestial wizard to even try and get it operating. i think she had two older siblings in this au too? anyway i never posted it but it was so incredibly long and I can't get into my wattpad account anymore so it's gone forever so i can't even reread it and laugh at how badly written it was

[sammylkcho]

You got out of bed and instinctively grabbed your phone from the other side of the bed. Cold as always.

You turned it on, and the brightness hit your eyes for a few seconds, squinting until you could adjust and lower the screen's intense glow.

"October 20, 2025" you looked at today's date, frowning as that overwhelming feeling washed over you again, the one that wrapped around your body every time you checked the date.

Since October 14 at 1:42 in the afternoon, you'd felt a tingling sensation all over your body, your senses on high alert in a way you’d never experienced before. You didn’t know why, but from that day on, every time you woke up, you felt overwhelmed and extremely anxious.

You’d gotten into the habit of visiting your mother-in-law's house to try and find some comfort while distracting yourself by talking with her and Sebastian's siblings.

They had helped you a lot when everyone was grieving after the devastating news from 12 years ago. It took you a long time to come to terms with his death and even longer to move on, though you were still working on that last part.

Anyway.

You went over to your mother-in-law's house, and Valeria, Sebastian's older sister, greeted you.

You talked a bit about what you’d both been up to, complaining about different things, sharing a bit of this and that.

It was 7:50 PM when it suddenly felt like a thousand needles were piercing your throat and someone had shot you in the chest. Everything around you seemed to go silent, your body shaking, and even breathing felt like a challenge rather than something simple.

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to find comfort, to tell yourself everything was fine without even knowing what was wrong.

Tears started falling, one after another, not stopping for even a second. You could feel hands shaking you, trying to bring you back to reality, but you couldn’t focus on anything. The overwhelming feeling, the crisis, the pain you were experiencing was just too much.

"Sebastian, I’m here." You weren’t sure if you whispered it, said it out loud, or simply thought it. The tears kept coming.

You cried your heart out, like someone had ripped away someone you loved for the second time, only this time, it felt final.

[bulletbilltime]

Pricefield fans: Our ship isn't canon anymore D:

Me whose OT3 has a literal canonically dead character in it: First time here?

[savs-sims98]

Astarion brewing his tea in the morning and Sylvannah walks out in this🌸🫖🍃

He just puts the sugar down and starts givin her sum sugar✨😚

[hannah-heartstrings]

            Boots stepping up to the edge of the cliff, Zelda looked out over the vast land filled with hills, forests, temples, monsters, and yet to be discovered perils. Her eyes filled with worry.

            A cold gust blew, the corner of her blue cloak waving beside her. With a shiver, she pulled it tight around her, bending forward to curl up as much as she could.

            As she warmed, a sad sentimental smile sparked onto her face. Wrapped in Link’s cloak felt like a warm hug from him. Like he was there with her, protecting her. He was always protecting her…

            Straightening, her eyes locked on the land below, narrowing in determination. Whatever stood in her way she’d figure out a way through, she had to.

            …Now it was her turn.

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9902 | Tech Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9902 | Tech Additional Tags: Inspired by Fanart, Tech Tuesday, CT-9902 | Tech-centric, CrossTech, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), awkward moments Series: Part 14 of Tech Tuesday, Part 14 of Crosshair/Tech, Part 59 of 100x500 Summary: Tech, lost his goggles?

Thanks for the inspiration @yunyun160​ 

[ladyxskywalker]

Home Again

Anakin Skywalker x OFC

enjoying a lazy summer morning with anakin, surrounded by nature, waking up in your hammock🌼

She looked towards the tree tops, where for a moment, she could breathe in all of the air’s stillness.

It was nearing the end of Summer time. A strange, in between period right before the start of the Fall season. The ocean waves were moving swiftly from the wind, the flow of current especially made bright from the rays of sun up above. Reflections of light, glistening off the surface of the water. A sailboat crossing underneath the belly of a bridge. 

And all you could think about was that you had been glad to have been with him.

Happy to have been here in this place that was full of green and golden.

The morning’s strange, and overwhelming purpose being sleeping in.

It was the calm of dawn that before you knew it, would turn into midday, catching up to you, quicker than you both thought. 

“Mm…”

Turning over in your hammock, he stirs himself awake, facing you there; smiling, with his eyes closed. Breathing in the purest kind of contentment, not bothering to say a word when you can’t stop yourself from kissing him. Rare and cherished moments that you both hold onto while you have each other to yourselves.

Everything changes. Things often move too fast…

“Hi…” you tell him, all bleary eyed. Waiting there beside him for the welcome feeling of his touch. The strong wrap around that comes from the heavy weight of his arms. And, the grateful sense of acceptance that you have with him everytime he pulls you in close.

“I like when you yawn and play with my hair, that’s how I know you’re home”. He says, smiling to himself. The tiny crinkles in his eyes, all at once, scrunching up. 

He hates them. 

You don’t. To the point where you can spot the spirit of an inner child in there somewhere, and all of his rough edges start to fall apart.

“You’re going to make me cry…” 

So you curl into his chest, as being bashful would ever be the proper excuse for hiding yourself. Tired eyes veering off toward the clear blue sky again; a bittersweet feeling making its careful way there into your chest, because deep down, you really don’t want to go.

“Don’t cry. You’re my pretty lady.”

The palm of his hand graces the small of your back, gently, and his need for kissing becomes quick, yet soft. You hold hands, and he laces your fingers together. A motion that brushes and eases into a wordless state of interlocking comfort.

Your limbs do the same. His other hand, kneading at your flesh. Enjoying all of you, and his favorite parts. It’s always the slowest and most beautiful form of expression and exploration. 

The brush of your noses, one swipe at a time back and forth - laughing at this kind of new, and intimate way of togetherness.

His touch begins to gradually roam, looking for the very end of your shirt. Pulling it up with a slight tug as a sign for you to take it off.

There’s no one else around, but for some reason, you don’t have a care in the world right now. 

More kissing, harder now. 

Loving enjoyment.

Your fingertips grazing the curve of his shoulder, then the span of his chest. 

Fine hairs slipping through your meandering touch all across one another where it matters.

His thumbs graze over you, pebbling your skin. Hips gliding more and more with every shift.

Your hands, wrapping round his neck. Weaving their way through all of his lightened waves of hair.

He loves it most when you cup his face, cradling it. Mirroring you almost perfectly when you relax into his patient hands. 

That by now, you know that he will take it from here. 

The rest, you sense, will be as amazing as you could ever imagine. 

…💌

thanks so much for reading 💫 this was a daydream that turned into fanfiction hope you enjoyed it ! xo

[phantasthesecond]

holy shit i finally finished this fic

felt nice to write something just to. write

not a long chaptered fic or series, just smth to get the brainworms out

or read below if you’d like !

word count — 1,410

summary —

ingo is home.

after all this time, he is home.

and yet, he cannot seem to settle.

( after a week of being back in unova, ingo takes a walk to clear his head. )

“in quantum mechanics, schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment, sometimes described as a paradox, of quantum superposition. in the thought experiment, a hypothetical cat may be considered simultaneously both alive and dead, while it is unobserved in a closed box, as a result of its fate being linked to a random event that may or may not occur.”

nimbasa winters were never too chilly. while snow did coat the ground clean over in powdery sheets of white, the towering buildings were often enough to keep the wind from cutting through everything like a frigid knife. with the evening sun casting soft rays of pinks and peach through the gaps of steel lined skyscrapers, a certain recently returned subway boss found it appropriate timing for a walk.

. . in the last week, being back home, everything felt like an emotional blur, parts of his mind still foggy beyond recognition. a tide, tugging him by the ankles and threatening to knock him over, only to drown him in the wallowing feelings of his own heart.

but he stood resolute, anyway. that’s why he decided he needed some space, just for a little bit.

he had been practically housebound since his return; doctors, historians, worried family and friends. it was overwhelming, to his still recovering head.

ingo almost winced aloud at emmet’s strained expression when he had mentioned his request for some alone time, as if his brother was already paranoid he would disappear once again. and he had full right to be.

but there was too much lying heavy on his chest, things his brother could not fix, no matter how hard he tried, and he needed out.

just for an hour at best, he would be alright. the younger brother’s expression only crinkled further in worry at how quiet and subdued his voice came out, tinges of a sinnohan accent bleeding into each word.

it was his brother, sure, but he just sounded so . . unfamiliar.

time was a funny thing.

to emmet, he had been gone a few months at best.

to ingo?

years had blurred past, in hisui, and emmet hated to recognize his brother was trodding along on a track he could not follow, as much as he wanted to.

and so he sighs, buries down all his fussing, and asks if he would be at least willing to bring eelektross with him. something about him needing a walk.

( emmet did frequently take his pokemon outside on off days, but ingo could tell by his face- that careworn smile, practically etched in, that worry was practically chewing him from the inside out, and that doing this for him would ease his worries even to the smallest amount. )

he says “ no, ” flatly, walking out the door. he doesn’t come back.

he quietly complies, making a soft clicking noise with his tongue to beckon the eel like beast, currently sprawled in it’s seven feet of glory across the sofa, over.

he practically clicks back, sauntering over and curling himself over ingo’s shoulder as if he were a pirate’s chatot.

emmet watches the interaction for a few moments, an eyebrow raised.

“ i was not aware you spoke pokemon. ”

“ not really. . just a bit of an old trick that usually works. ”

hours of listening to the persistent chattering of sneasel kits had certainly let him pick up a few things, but he wouldn’t say he understood it. not fluently, at least. a brief understanding of what growls and warbles meant “food,” and which ones meant “hi,” but that was all.

after a few moments of shared, awkward silence, he reaches for the doorknob, a soft “ bye. ” leaving his mouth before the door shuts behind him.

almost instantly, the ground splits beneath him in yet another wormhole. he feels the fluffy snow against his back. he’s there again.

the soft snow crunches underfoot. chandelure saunters ahead of him with a ghostly chime of enthusiasm, practically beaming with a marbled purple-blue blaze illuminating the snow beneath her. eelektross stays curled around his neck, almost in a guard dog like fashion.

the weight is too heavy. the eel practically crushes his windpipe, and he collapses on his own doorstep.

he wasn’t really sure where he wanted to go. slowly trudging forward with a soft hum, he seemed to study the way he walked; how softly each footstep fell, how he had yet to fully correct that awful posture of his, now.

he felt like parts of him were missing.

chipped away fragments, that had yet to return.

he shatters like a piece of glass, collapsing to the ground with a cry. those missing pieces were vital, after all.

clearing his throat and fixing his posture upright, he begins to walk in an attempt at a confident stride. gradually, he falls into a steady rhythm; right foot, left foot. right foot, left foot.

noisy prey. an alpha zoroark easily takes advantage of the man’s loud footsteps, lunging for the throat.

. . walking like this in the middle of the highlands was a one way ticket to either being mauled, falling off a cliff, or simply being called a fool.

but this wasn’t the highlands.

or the icelands.

or hisui.

he was safe, to trod on as confidently as he liked.

and this felt right, in some way, so he continued to do so as he made his way down the street.

both pokemon in tow seemed to cheer him on; eelektross’ cheerful crackling practically right in his ear, chandelure emitting a chorus of enthusiastic hums and cries, bright flames flickering in the gradually dimming daylight.

despite their encouragement, as if coaxing on a baby to walk for the first time, a sense of nervousness seemed to crawl up his shoulder.

this was home, what he had been yearning for all this time, and yet it felt . .

noisy.

overwhelming.

it had been no more than a few minutes and he already found himself falling still, staring at his shoes and standing like a trembling stantler deerling on the snow laden sidewalk.

he turns around right back home. it’s too much. would emmet be disappointed in him for chickening out?

he allows himself the pause, despite the deep set frustration beginning to stir.

this was what he had been missing all this time! this was what he wanted back!

so why

why in arceus’ name was this so difficult?

as if sensing his brewing irritation, chandelure attempts to worm her way under one arm, as if demanding to be held.

( she personally could care less at this moment. it was more about distracting the silver haired man from whatever was plaguing him, that of which turned his soul so bitter. )

surprised, at first, ingo stifles a snort under his breath.

shifting his arms ever so slightly, he finds a more comfortable posture; eelektross still half curled around his shoulders, and chandelure now gently nestled in his grasp. swirls of purple and blue spectral flames curl around his arms as if to comfort, slowly burning their ways through flesh and bone the tension and worry bubbling beneath his skin.

temporarily, for now, but it was the best she could do.

and with that, he continued to walk.

a horrible idea. had hisui taught him nothing?

tentatively; cautiously, even, but slowly gaining back his stride.

( when ingo later returned home and accounted his little journey, which he considered quite eventful, emmet suggested chandelure receive some support training if the bustling city had begun to make him anxious since his return. )

( he responded that he’d put it on the backburner of his head. )

( while emmet usually groaned and swatted at him for adopting elesa’s awful puns, he just grinned. )

( he was just happy ingo was home. )

( he never made it home. what are you talking about? )

( of course he did. )

( the theory of schrödinger’s cat only lasted as long as the box was closed. )

but this box was open.

and ingo treyne is missing

dead

gone

never to return home

trapped in the distortion world

not real at all

now a zorua

in alola enjoying a nice vacation

to be executed at noon

me

you

really feeling like he could go for an ice cream right now, actually

to be contained at once

a threat to the fabric of time and space

a loser

a god

nothing

everything

alive.

he is alive.

and when he comes home, he does not mind being met with a tight embrace in the doorway from his brother.

[chippedshake]

(An expansion of a moment from this qprpbj fic I wrote a while ago)

Ponyboy smiles when he opens the door and finds Avery on the other side.

"Hi, Aves."

"Hey, grandpa," they say brightly, stepping inside.

Avery takes their backpack off and heads to the bathroom like they do every Tuesday. The twenty-minute walk from school to his house is just long enough for them to need to pee when they get there but not at school.

Ponyboy closes the door and sighs. It's nice to have company once in a while, even if it's just for lunch on Tuesdays. It gets lonely sometimes, when everyone's paired up with kids. Cathy got almost full custody over Katie and Johnny, so he's been alone for a while. Two-Bit and Marcia, Steve and Soda... They never stopped caring about Ponyboy and Darry, but they have other things to do. Married life to attend to.

Shame Darry's out today, he always likes to talk to Avery. Seems like they might be going down the accounting path, and Darry's good for advice on that.

"What's for lunch?" they ask, drying their hands on their skirt.

"I'm tryin' out this new recipe I found online..." Ponyboy takes the aluminum foil off of a pot and looks inside. "It's chili but it's supposed to have some sort of sweet twist? I dunno, the girl explaining it seemed really excited."

"Did you check the reviews like I told you to?"

"Yeah, they all said to use less beans or it would be too dry, so I did."

Avery gives him a wide grin. "Great."

Ponyboy carries the pot over while Avery sets the table.

"How's school been?"

He starts serving Avery a bowl.

"It's been fine. I did a math test today and I made some stupid mistakes — that's enough, thanks — and there was this one formula I forgot that woulda made everything a whole lot easier, but it went okay."

"That's nice." He sets his own bowl down in front of him.

"Actually, grandpa..." Avery trails off and avoids Ponyboy's eyes when he looks at them. "There’s something I need to talk to you about."

Ponyboy looks at them silently, urging them to go on, but they stay quiet.

"Go ahead."

"I'm aromantic. And asexual." They look at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "Aroace for short."

Ponyboy blinks at them once. Twice. "What?"

They give a dry laugh before answering. "Yeah, no, I didn't expect you to know. Aromantic means I don't feel romantic attraction. Asexual means I don't feel sexual attraction."

"Those are different?" The look Avery gives him is the same one he knows he used to give Sodapop whenever he asked him what the movie they just watched was about. "Sorry," he says, suddenly feeling meek.

"No, it's fine," they sigh, "They're kinda new labels, I guess. But yeah, they're different. Mostly people feel them together, but some people feel them differently. I just... don't."

Ponyboy had been about to eat a spoonful of chili, but freezes with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

"You... you can just... not feel it?"

On Ponyboy's first date with Cathy, they went out for dinner, and it felt kinda like going out with Two-Bit. Laughing too much and feeling like he was breaking some sort of rule all the time. It was nice, though.

He kissed her goodnight like he was supposed to, and it felt weird, but it was supposed to feel weird, right? They'd just started to go out.

Then they'd been dating for long enough for it to be expected for them to have sex and he didn't really want to, but Cathy wanted to and they were supposed to and it wasn't that bad, really. Just kinda boring.

"Yeah. I know it sounds really weird, and you might think I just haven't met the right person yet, but think about like, straight people. You know you don't like the same sex and no one ever doubts that, so this is like the same only I don’t like anyone. And it doesn't mean I can't have meaningful relationships or anything — I like my friends a lot, I love them a lot, and Charlie can be nice when he isn't being an annoying little brother, and there's even other types of relationships, like queer-platonic relationships, that aren't for me, but that other aroace people can want—"

"Calm down, Aves," Ponyboy says with a slight grin. He definitely know where they got that from. "I wasn't tryin' to make ya feel like I didn't accept you, I just... didn't totally get it."

"Oh." They're slightly out of breath. "Okay."

There are a couple moments of silence before they go on, "Well, in any case, I find sex and romance disgusting and when people tease me about that sorta thing it makes me uncomfortable. That's all I wanted to tell you."

They smile awkwardly.

Ponyboy feels himself deflate, but tries not to let it show.

"So then aromantic and— and asexual people find it disgusting?" So it's just me? It's just me that's broken, then.

"Oh, no, not at all. I just don’t like it, but there’s people who are fine with it. Some people even enjoy it."

"Oh." Not broken not broken not broken not broken "And can, uh... can anyone be– aromantic? And asexual?"

They look at him curiously, eyes flitting across his face to try and figure out what he's thinking. A flicker of understanding — and something like hope — crosses over their face before they settle back into a neutral expression.

"Well, yeah. Not anyone that feels sexual or romantic attraction, obviously, but, like, there's aroace people of all ages with all sorts of romantic and sexual histories and they're still aroace."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

The rest of lunch is spent in near silence. Every so often one of them asks a question and the other answers, but conversation never lasts more than a couple seconds. The silence festers around them, Avery looking around uncomfortably, Ponyboy trying to force himself to be comfortable. Ponyboy's washing the dishes while Avery cleans up the table when there's the sound of a key jiggling and the door opens, showing Darry standing behind it. His face lights up when he catches sight of Avery.

"Aves! I didn't miss you!"

"Uncle Darry!" He sets his bag down next to him a takes his shoes off.

"How'd your math test go?"

Avery's face scruches up. "I forgot about the tangent squared identity and had to deduce it from the sine squared plus cosine squared one."

Darry makes a similar face and clicks his tongue as he walks over. "Did it go well besides that?"

"Yeah." He goes to ruffle their hair but remembers the last time they complained about it and grabs their shoulder instead.

Avery checks their phone. "Oh shii— shoot. I'm late. Gotta run back now."

They slip their shoes on quickly and run out the door.

"Have fun!" Darry calls, and a muffled "I'll try!" makes it back through the door.

Darry looks at the closed door for a second, easy smile on his lips. "Seems like slamming the door's genetic," he mutters.

He wanders into the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks. The water's running over dirty dishes but Ponyboy's leaned against the opposite counter, scrolling down something on his computer.

He has the same look on his face that he had a couple days after his seventeenth birthday, when he came up to Darry and told him quietly that he was older than Johnny would ever be.

"Pony?"

Ponyboy looks up, blinking quickly, not bothering to try and close the tab.

"Hmm?" His voice is unnaturally high-pitched. The eye contact only lasts a couple second before he looks away, back at the screen.

Darry walks towards him slowly. "Everything okay?" He turns the tap off when he passes by it.

Ponyboy's staring holes into his computer. He can't look away, can't look away from the words that've been there all along. The words he didn't see fifty-something years ago — oh, god, he can't even remember how long it's been.

The computer's being taken away from him.

"Pony." Ponyboy looks up to meet Darry's eyes. "What's wrong."

"The— the words are there." He's on the verge of tears and he knows that Darry can tell with the pitch of his words, but he can't control it.

"What words, Pony?"

"A— aromantic. And asexual. And queer-platonic." Darry just stares at him, clearly in as much confusion as Ponyboy was a couple minutes ago. "You don't have to wanna date people. And sex. And Johnny—"

Ponyboy doesn't finish the sentence.

"What about Johnny?" Darry seems confused, and Ponyboy realises that he thinks he's talking about his son.

"Cade."

"Oh."

"We weren't friends. I always knew we weren't friends, I knew it was different, because I ain't never felt that way again."

Darry blinks. "You're saying you're... gay?"

Ponyboy shakes his head and he can feel the tears tickle as they roll down his cheek but it would be wrong to brush them away.

"It don't— It don't gotta be like that. You don't gotta choose between bein' friends or datin', those aren't the only options. And it— it's real." He buries his face in his hands. Darry wraps his arms around him and Ponyboy stoops down to burrow his head in Darry's shoulder. "I know it— it doesn't change anythin', that we were the same thing, that we were— were queer-platonic even if the word didn't exist but I wish it did.

"I wish it did because then maybe it wouldn't be so—" He can't go on.

Maybe it's because there's no words to describe what it means to find out what something was when it's so far in the past you no longer remember, but remember remembering. Maybe it's because the pain he'd buried so deep he almost forgot about it comes back in full force. Maybe it's because he's sobbing so hard the words can't come out.

And that's how it ends.

It doesn't end with "stay gold" and it doesn't end with his English theme. It doesn't end with a roadtrip to the sea so they can spread his ashes and it doesn't end when he's twenty and unhappily married.

It ends sixty years too late. It ends with something as irrelevant as a pair of words. It ends with closure. Closure that comes far too late, but eventually comes.

[dragon-queen21]

Hanako wandering into Tsuchigomori’s domain whenever he’s regressed and the poor teacher has no idea how to handle him. Amane regressed when he was alive and he didn’t know what to do with him then. And now as a ghost he’s even more concerned and even less knowing.

Because Hanako regressed is so different from the childish persona he has daily. Like one wrong move will shatter the boy who’s already been killed. Somedays it’s as simple as scooping the kid up and reading to him. Others it’s fighting not to get to close less the kid run, but too far away and he’ll cry from abandonment. Trying to deal with guilt and phantom pain that a ghost shouldn’t be feeling. Trying to ask if he wants to call his friends to have company and not sure how to explain even if they did come. Worried about his mental state one moment, chasing around a playful 6 year old the next who wants to play keep away with his smoking pipe.

And half the time Tsuchigomori is convinced that Hanako finds it all to be a game, how far he can push everyone’s buttons, how much chaos can he cause before someone snaps and his antics are deemed ‘too far’ because the few times he’s sure the ghost has been regressed and not simply teetering upon being little, he had crashed into headspace. Small and completely dependent no older than a couple months, and it’s always whiplash to the older supernatural to see the kid actually relax and be vulnerable around him or anyone else.

[ellieisque]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61664752/chapters/157634581

Chapters: 3/11

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

Additional Tags: Inspired by Taylor Swift, Charles Leclerc is Not a Driver, Charles Leclerc is a singer, Charles Leclerc is a musician, Max Verstappen is a Driver, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Charles Leclerc Needs a Hug, the struggle of being a musician, charles leclerc is a pianist, Getting Back Together, Mental Breakdown, References to Depression, Eating Disorders

The music was like an echo of something Charles had lost, a reminder of an emptiness he had to keep on fighting. It was struggling to do what you’ve always wanted to do, it was seeing the one you had loved the most being kissed by another, it was lonely nights falling asleep on top of the keys.

or; Charles, a talented pianist turned singer-songwriter, struggles to write his debut album while navigating his breakup with F1 world champion Max Verstappen. What's worse is that no one even knew that they were ever together.

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