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[undermine-the-instinct]

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Your wedding is a beautiful event.

Everything is arranged just so. Although it’s a small affair, only your own family joining you, it’s a grand event. You suppose that if your father has the money to spend he can do as he pleases. You don’t feel like you’re being held prisoner, or forced, but there isn’t much you have a say in about all of this.

You decide on smaller things. Carefully selecting the flowers that line the ceremony room. The scent of incense floats through the air. Natural, slightly muskier smells complement the florals. The candlelight bathes the room in softer yellow shades. It does little to battle the cold outside, though your heavy layers of cloth do well to warm your skin.

The robe, and accompanying headdress, are made from piles and piles of silk. They are hand-painted with soft pink camellias, outlined with a subtle silver. The pale colors melt perfectly into the rest of the white fabric. Your tsunokakushi accompanies it, made in the same expensive silk. The white stays perfect and pure, though fresh flowers are helping to accent it. The uniform weighs you down and helps to keep you from squirming. Nerves would get to anyone on a day like this.

Your husband is beautiful as everything else.

His raven hair is combed back, bangs brushed out from his face. The color blends in perfectly with the dark kimono. All the black points your focus towards his pale face and crystal blue eyes. They stare forward at the priest and paintings behind the altar.

He is a complete stranger to you.

Though you’ve only met the man once there’s a strange lack of apprehension. The first meeting didn’t even count, not really. It was negotiations and talks of money while you bowed timidly in the corner.

Despite the lack of any sort of acknowledgment you have some admiration for him. Silent and solitary he carries a sense of dignity. Knowing his occupation only makes your heart grows fonder.

The first time you touch him is as you exchange saki cups. His fingers barely brush against yours as the cups get passed over. The tiny touch sends electricity racing up your arm. Eyes softly evade your own piercing look.

Warmth makes its way down your throat with each sip. The alcohol isn’t enough to do anything more than heat your blood, but it’s a welcome feeling. Glancing over at Tomioka you admire his reddened cheeks. The thought of his lips touching the same cup that yours now linger on is embarrassing.

You wonder if the same feelings pass through the man as you drink from the second cup first.

Once more the cycle goes around. Giyuu drinks from the cup, his fingers brush yours, and you linger on the taste of his lips.

As each cup is whisked away you grow more and more nervous. The ceremony rushes by before your eyes. On the table, alongside other offerings, lie your wedding rings. They’re simple woven bands, a subtle golden white.

Giyuu’s mouth opens to recite his vows. His flat and quiet voice is soothing. The words disappear in your mind the moment they’re spoken. You don’t mind that the vows are simple and standard, inspired instead by the music of his tone. He never hesitates as he speaks the pages of words all tucked inside his mind.

The rest of the ceremony holds the same kind of quiet reverence.

Everyone performs their duty exactly as instructed. It passes by quickly without you even noticing. Offerings are brought forward, rings are exchanged. Your head is filled with rushing blood. As you’re shuffled the world around you warps and rushes.

Within a few moments, you have become a married woman.

A thin band sits on your finger. You can hardly remember the hand sliding the ring onto yours. The feeling grows until it nearly bursts your heart open. It’s a combination of joy and apprehension and a million other things that race through your mind.

There is not a single moment for you to rest. Even though there is no celebration afterward, you don’t get time to focus on anything that’s happening. Once you have completed all pieces of tradition, sent offers, and exchanged every bit of your life, you are whisked away to change. The excitement of all the women around leaves no room for a proper conversation. The dress you’re pulled into is simple, less intricate though just as elegant. It’s a softer blue, a strange combination of modern and traditional styles. Finally, you have graduated to shorter sleeves that don’t weigh down your arms quite as much.

Your hair is still done up in an awful complicated mess. Pins don’t quite stab your skull, but they come close. Later tonight you’ll have to spend hours undoing every decoration on your head and skin.

There is little to keep you distracted now. The tender hands of your mother and sisters continue to run over the fabric of your dress. It stands a few inches above the floor, unlike your wedding kimono which had to be carried. There is little they can do now too.

Outside the engine of a car roars to life. Your father should have loaded most of your luggage by now. Most of it is frivolous material possessions, clothes, trinkets, and anything else deemed important enough to carry into your next life.

Your husband is already seated. He does not glance at you as you exit your home.

The goodbyes are short. Your family already spent much of last night saying everything that could be said. There’s little to do now except hug and be sent off.

You climb into the seat beside Tomioka. He does not greet you. Hesitance floods through you for a moment, but in the end, you make no effort either. His silence is unsurprising.

In fact, the ride home is silent, as equally expected. A thousand questions are racing through your mind. Despite the excitement buzzing underneath your skin your lips stay sealed shut.

Holding your hands in your lap you force yourself to gaze out the window. It’s not your first time inside an automobile, but you find it fascinating how fast the scenery moves by.

Tomioka does not hold the same kind of interest. His eyes burn holes into the headrest in front of him. The stiffness he sits with is nearly funny. The man’s spine is perfectly straight, hands folded in front of him. If he notices your eyes occasionally flicker over to trace his face, he doesn’t say anything about it.

The driver in the front remains quiet too. He’s some friend of a friend of your father’s. Which makes him a complete stranger to you. You’re still glad for the company. You haven’t been alone with a man, only boys when you were small enough to not understand the importance of anything.

It occurs to you that you’ll have to get used to it. There’s a myriad of new experiences that you’ll face within such a short period of time. You don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.

—-

The car ride passes much too quickly. Although Tomioka’s estate is a good ways away from your smaller town, the car travels over the terrain with ease. Even as you pass through rural areas and up the large winding path to his home the machine never stutters in its ascent.

Just before you disappear into the small grove of trees, you pass a small town. Several of the residents look up into the car as you go by. One small child waves to you. Though you can’t particularly focus on anything, you try to map out the businesses and homes you see. Within the blink of an eye, you’re carried into the forest, eyes shielded from the town.

The last stretch of the journey is as grand as the house itself. A long pathway leads up to the gate, lined with stones and tall skinny trees. As you grow closer the flora only grows more spectacular. Bamboo begins to rise to accompany the rest of the scenery. It shoots up and stretches backward until you can’t see where it ends.

The gate hangs open, showing off a glimpse of the estate. It’s several floors tall, balconies coming off the side. The building leads perfectly into the stone garden, intertwined with a small river. Everything is grand and perfectly groomed. It looks like something out of a photograph rather than somewhere a human could live.

The car stops just beyond the front door. You remain immobile even as the engine shuts off. Without the rumbling of the automobile, it is completely silent. It’s engulfing. Every rustle of your clothes and shift against the seats is loud.

“I can take your bags inside.” It’s the first thing Giyuu has said to you, directly to you, all day.

Your lips grow suddenly dry. No response can be mustered other than a quick nod of your head. Internally you curse yourself.

Leaping down from the car you feel the stones move beneath your feet. With only a small second of delay, you make your way to the entrance.

The door would slide open easily. Your hands rest against the thick wood. Looking back Giyuu is still unloading your luggage from the trunk. Despite the size and volume of the bags, he manages to balance everything within his arms. Hoping to be at least somewhat helpful you decide to slide the door open.

Holding yourself off to the side you let the man pass you. His eyes still don’t stray even close to your face. Looking straight ahead he slows his pace slightly, just until you perk up and follow behind him.

Giyuu is still dressed in the dark and elegant groom’s kimono. The wide legs and arms obscure his true figure. You had seen a glimpse of it during your first meeting, less hidden underneath the form-fitting demon slayer’s uniform. His broad shoulders stretched the sleeves of the shirt, visible even below his unique haori.

Suddenly it occurs to you what most couples do on their wedding night. Almost dizzy you brush the thought from your mind. The idea of his muscular body is as enticing as it is terrifying. Those kinds of ideas should be saved for when you’re absolutely alone and can’t be caught in your shame.

Tomioka opens the door to (presumably) your bedroom with such force that you nearly scamper backward. If he was surprised by the clanging of the door he shows no visible reaction.

Looking around the space it’s… empty.

There’s a bed in the corner, covered in plain gray sheets. It’s accompanied by an equally boring nightstand and matching dresser made from dark wood. They’re perfectly square with perfectly round handles.

Everything is completely devoid of personality. You had noticed the blank hallways only accented with an occasional floral arrangement but assumed such a personal place would not carry the same stale feeling. This looks like the kind of place only a psychopath could live.

“This’ll be your room. It’s rather empty now, but you’re free to do what you’d like with the space.”

Again you can only nod.

He only stays for a mere moment to stack your luggage neatly in the corner. Without a word of goodbye, he disappears around the corner. The man only acknowledges you with a dip of his head. You have the feeling that this time you aren’t meant to follow him. You close the door slowly, silently, as he makes his exit.

Down the hallway, you hear another door open and shut. It feels like the period at the end of a sentence. The action effectively marks the end of your wedding day. The large window in the center of his room shows you the dark moon rising.

Though the thick layers of makeup on your face feel like they're melting and the kimono you wear is slightly too tight, you make no action to undo anything. You move carefully, making your way to the bed instead.

It’s almost frigid when you sit on it. The mattress is stiff beneath you, a clear lack of use. There’s a nightstand to your right. The drawers you check are all empty. When you move off the bed, it’s chill clinging to you, you check the dresser drawers as well. Those are empty too, it’s clear the place has not belonged to anyone else.

Following the outline of the your bedroom you find nothing other than plain white walls and dark trim. There’s a door that connects to a bathroom. In theory, it’s as grand as your bedroom, in the fact that it’s wide and spacious. The tub is large enough for a few people, sunken into the floor, and surrounded by stone. Snooping around the cabinets you find basic amenities and not much else.

As you fiddle with the faucet it sputters before spewing forth scalding water. You’re hand turns an angry red for a minute until the temperature shifts to something bearable. Watching water cover the pebbled bottom you sigh and turn back to your room.

Opening your luggage you sort through the piles of clothes until you find a soft cotton robe. You unbutton your dress slowly. In some way, you wish you could’ve been putting on a show for someone. Underneath your kimono, you wear a sinful chiffon slip. It’s hidden below several other layers of fabric, that you slowly reveal with no one to see.

The light pink fabric casts a light shadow over your breasts. Along the edges, it’s patterned with frills and ribbons. The slip was one last gift from your mother, opened only in the privacy of your own room. Stripped down almost bare you can feel the air tickle your skin.

Making your way back to the bathroom you remain in the gentle slip. As water crashes down to continually fill the tub, steam rises to warm your chilly skin. Though the small set is beautiful, it does little to keep heat in.

The only other article of clothing remaining is your thin socks. Slipping them off you test the water again, perfectly heated. Soon after the translucent slip disappears too. You’ll banish it to the back of your drawers soon after, no reason to try it on again.

Sinking into the tub you rub at your face first. White and red and pink mix with the water. As heat and steam engulf you, you keep rubbing until your skin feels raw. You pull pins from your hair after you’ve effectively taken off a few layers of skin from your face. They scrape over the fragile top of your head, hair coming undone in tendrils. There’s an awful throbbing behind your temples, blood rushing to the tender spots on your scalp. You can hardly touch the area without wincing in pain. It’s hard to decide whether putting on the ensemble or taking it off was more painful.

You soak until the water is barely warm and your fingers are wrinkled. The soft floral scents of whatever soap was under the cabinet have soothed you somewhat. Tears, from physical pain or emotional, have fed the bath and let its line grow up to your chin. It weighs down heavily on your chest until you push yourself out from the water and take a clean breath.

The shock of cool air is awful on your way out. It strips you of everything again, shivering as you stalk back to your luggage.

You pull on a heavier robe, something to protect your wet and naked body It’s mostly plain, only accented with patterned edges. You had a softer and prettier one right on top of everything. Seeing as you’ll be bedding alone tonight you choose what’s more comfortable. You haven’t heard a single noise from anyone since you were essentially dumped into your room.

The bed is still cold. It’s a Western-style frame, lifted up from the ground and leaving you aloft. Springs seem to pierce into you from below.

As you drag yourself into bed alone you finally feel something familiar. It creeps in during the quiet night when everything is perfectly still. You’re not quite alert, but nowhere near sleep either. No matter how much you try, your eyes can’t close. They stare across the bed towards the wall, an empty side waiting to be filled.

Lying on your side it squeezes wetness from your eye. It’s not tears, but feeling the water trace your cheeks, inspires real sadness in their wake. Stubborn, you refuse to curl up into the sorrow. With a stone face, you let the pillow soak up the tears. They haven’t dried by the time you finally fall asleep.

—-

In the morning you feel no grogginess. There are no clocks within the room, but the outside window tells you that it’s later in the day. You move quicker than last night, putting on a much simpler kimono, barely messing with your hair. You still bother with makeup, making sure you look at least somewhat proper.

It’s quiet as you peer out into the hallway. With no lights on it’s painted in a dusty blue hue. There’s only a sliver of light coming from the window, which fails to illuminate the edges of the walls. There’s a light switch towards the end of the wall, which you creep out to flip on.

The hum of electricity sparks to life a row of lights. They produce a warm golden glow that inspires you to wake up further. Looking down the hall you assume one of the doors towards the end belongs to Tomioka’s room. All the spaces look the same.

Turning away you trace your way back through the route Giyuu had taken you down the way before. As you walk nearly silently you keep your ears out for the sound of another human.

Yesterday’s tour, if it could be called that, only covered the most basic of rooms. Dragging your hand against the wall you trace your way to the kitchen.

Going through the cabinets you find a pitiful amount of food. It’s mostly dried materials, beans, and rice, alongside a few fresh vegetables that already look slightly wilted. The sight isn’t completely unappetizing on its own, but coupled with the empty feeling in your stomach you wish you had something already done. You start some oats right away and chew some dry carrots in the meantime. They do nothing to fill you.

Almost immediately you’re already visualizing a list of things to buy. More veggies, fresh fruit, and probably a treat or two to try and satisfy your insatiable sweet tooth. Thinking about food only serves to make you hungrier, for now, you try and distract yourself with thoughts of anything else.

Listening quietly you hear nothing besides the sizzling of the porridge. There’s no creaking of wood down the hall. As hard as you try you can’t sense the presence of any other person. The idea that Giyuu has already left the house seems unlikely, but it also seems that you don’t know much about his habits at all.

Still, the silence remains throughout breakfast. The porridge is bland despite the brown sugar and cinnamon you’ve mixed in. Fresh fruit is definitely at the top of your list. The paste moves down your throat at a slow pace.

You barely finish a few bites of the meal before brushing it off to the side. Your stomach is still empty, but you can’t bring yourself to eat anymore. Though you should force yourself to eat more, something substantial, you can barely push the food around in the bowl.

Instead, you stumble around the house trying to find anything. Each room is blank and empty, and that’s without even traveling upstairs. It’s not anything different than what you saw yesterday, white walls and dark wood and nothing else.

You don’t bother with looking around more, expecting to find most of the same. Instead, you wander back toward the direction of your room. There’s not much waiting for you there, but you can at least busy yourself with unpacking.

You find a note stuck to the door when you make your way toward it. If it was there before you must’ve missed it.

‘Gone on a mission, will be back.’

And you suppose that’s that.

—-

He’s gone for long stretches of time. Though nothing is ever explained to you, some things become clear through observation. A paycheck comes every few days, you assume whenever he’s finished slaying whatever creature he’s been sent after. Tomioka arrives home only once a month at most, usually after long stretches of silence. If you’re lucky his crow will be sent ahead to announce his presence.

The bird ends up being a better companion than his owner in many ways. The crow, Kanzaburou, is old. He’s senile in the way an old man is, sweet and a bit air-headed. In many ways, he has more personality than your husband.

None of that changes the fact that you spend most days alone. Every single one since the first seem both eternal and yet much too quick. With little to keep you busy once things are put into place, you feel as if you’re going insane. Cleaning only takes up so much time, and there is little you can dirty on your own. The two or so dishes you use in a day take a week to fill up the sink. There’s no point in changing, not most days, but even then your laundry doesn’t fill up often. Sometimes you purposefully spill something just to have an actual purpose to your scrubbing.

Nothing changes when Giyuu comes home, not the first time or second or third. He hides inside his room. The only sign he even exists is the food that disappears from the freezer and cabinets. You always make extra meals, things with real substance, and those disappear too. Whether he actually enjoys your cooking is a complete mystery.

At first, you try to remain in common areas, with the small hope that he’ll stumble across you. You save most of your cleaning for the time he is home, simply for appearing useful. Standing outside to hang up sheets or sitting in the living room to rearrange the florals could entice him out.

Within the first few months, you give up.

If Giyuu does ever stumble upon you he’s quick to mumble an excuse and exit. Every time you feel scorned and scolded, despite the man’s gentle nature. You resign to hiding within your room. Despite your attempts to bring some color into the area it still feels rather depressing in there.

For a long time, you coexist in that quiet sort of way. You hate it more than if he just admitted to despising you, or didn’t come home at all. It’s the barest hope that something will change, keeping you strung along and nearly begging that he’ll even talk to you one day.

Not even the small town can comfort your lonely soul. Most of the typical shop owners and citizens seem wary of your presence. They conduct business and make small talk, but do almost nothing else. Your shyness engulfs you before you can even consider reaching out for company.

The weeks pass in a bit of a blur. The only contact you get is from Giyuu’s crow. He comes unpredictably, and yet somehow remains a single constant within your life besides the loneliness. You look forward to the sound of his slightly too screechy calls more than you do the paycheck he brings.

Most of the money stays put anyways. It’s more than you could ever know what to do with. Even after spending an extravagant amount, you have piles of it left. The things you do spend it on go towards brightening up your home. Collecting anything that captures your eye has become a common practice. Tapestries and paintings and all kinds of knickknacks cover the walls of your home. You buy things in bright colors to contrast the pale walls and dark ceilings. Your room is the worst case of this, crammed completely full of anything remotely beautiful.

If Tomioka dislikes the changes he again says nothing. If you hadn’t heard him speak wedding vows you’d be convinced the man was mute. Almost nothing else gives away his emotions either. No longer above spying, you try to peek and see any sort of twitch in his features. On occasion, he’ll pause his trek down the hallway and gaze at a new addition to the area. Despite this, you can’t tell if his blank eyes express any kind of adoration or distaste.

Your mental state is much more apparent. Tears become a common companion. They creep up suddenly when you’re cooking or leaving the town or just trying to sleep. It’s annoying more than anything. You’re already painfully aware of the fact that you’re not particularly happy. A reminder does nothing for you.

It gets worse when Giyuu is home. You can’t help the way your sobs increase in volume when his shadow moves over your door. Sometimes you swear he lingers there.

After that, you try to rebel, or at least do something interesting enough to spice up your days. Sometimes you’ll buy hideous decor, clashing curtains that sit in the living room, or twisted vases. You even start venturing into Giyuu’s room.

It’s the one place you haven’t entered. As you push the door open you’re surprised by how crowded the room is. The walls are still relatively blank, but they don’t feel empty. There’s a desk in the corner, it’s covered in papers that you at least have the sense to let be. On the opposite side of the room sits a bookshelf, though the stories that lie in there seem almost random. There’s an assortment of genres, action and romance and tragedies, and an assortment of styles. There are a few books even written in English, alongside one in what you think is Mandarin, though that one looks untouched. Occasionally you’ll steal one for a night or two. Most of the stories are in good condition. When you stumble across a dog-eared page or wrinkled edge you’re pleased by the touch of humanity. Still, when you tear through each book you’re left much in the same position by the end.

His closet is full of mostly extra uniforms. There are a few casual clothes, mostly in dark blues. He seems partial to the color, though the haori he wears constantly is a shocking red. In the corner, his groom's outfit has been carefully folded and stored. You suppose there’s no reason he’d need to hang it, having fulfilled its use.

There’s not much else there. Tomioka uses a futon, that sits folded up in the corner. Your room came with a Western-style bed, and you don’t care enough to push it out somewhere and replace it. His is a simple black, with no pattern other than the small grid made from the stitches.

One night you sleep on it. The mattress in your room is slightly too soft, you prefer the firm feel of sleeping over tatami flooring. With your face surrounded by fabric, you catch the scent woven within it. It’s musky and a little salty but in a pleasant way. The smell is outdoorsy, not dirty, but rather a natural tone. Underneath all of that is the scent of wisteria. All of it wound together is rather pleasant. You feel slightly less alone, being surrounded by the warm fabric that’s different enough to be new without sacrificing the comfort of its familiarity.

It becomes a habit.

You creep into his room once a week or so to cuddle in the space. Often you enter with some excuse, to dust his shelves or pick out a new book or leave any trace of your presence. Shambling around for a bit and doing much of nothing you wait until the sun rests on the horizon.

Once you notice, you pull out the futon. It doesn’t carry the same scent the third or fourth time you tuck into the sheets, but it’s still warmer than your bed. You stick your face into the pillows to try and let the smell linger.

You’re terrified of him coming home to you sleeping in that bed. It’s not the thought of him getting angry, but the embarrassment of it all. You feel like a child sneaking into her mother’s room rather than a proper wife. The feeling is mostly constant, only ebbing away as you sleep.

—-

You’re surprised that life can be this stagnant. Wallowing in your sorrow doesn’t do much other than dig a deeper hole.

There is some quiet joy to be found. Beyond the house, there are calm gardens. When the sun is out and the wind isn’t strong you find more comfort outside than trapped within the walls.

Living so far away from everything has one advantage. Not only do you have acres of sprawling forest to explore, but it tends to attract all kinds of wildlife. The chatter of birds sounds human enough to keep you company. If you’re lucky they’ll come so close you can feel the beat of their wings.

As the weather slowly gets warmer your mood lifts as well. You turn your thoughts away from your husband's absence, the loneliness slowly easing its touch on you. There are still sudden pangs of regret when you get a coin bag with no letter, or the sound of his footsteps passing you, but the days without him aren’t so unbearable.

The habit of you sleeping in his bed isn’t broken, if anything you start to spend nearly every night there. There’s a certain pattern to when he comes home, usually a week or so after his crow gifts you his paycheck. It’s a gamble if he’ll return or simply be set off on another mission, but either way, you learn to hide away in your own room.

You’re careful to leave his room mostly alone. Though you dust the few shelves and scrub the floors you strive to make your presence there unnoticed. It appears to be working, but again you’re mostly left in the dark about his thoughts.

The town remains just as wary, though more used to your presence. A few of the shopkeepers who you visit often enough smile as you sort through the wares.

Routine builds a softer kind of comfort, one that doesn’t brush away any of the other sorrows, but mutes the noise of them somewhat.

—-

And just as you settle an abrupt change knocks you off your feet. Tomioka coming home isn’t a particularly new development. You’re in the middle of preparing dinner, barely looking over as he passes by the doorway. You don’t even move until he’s out of sight, moving to peek at his back beyond the door.

As you approach you notice the spattering of blood sinking into the tatami. Looking upwards you notice his shamble of a walk. His uniform is missing a sleeve, arm wrapped sloppily with bandages. Blood has soaked through as it's slipping down his hand, leaving a trail behind.

If he hears your loud gasp he doesn’t signify it in any way. Instead, the man wanders towards his room while you retreat back into the kitchen. You stare at the pot of curry sizzling over the stove. You can’t focus on the food, although the smell of it is incredibly enticing. With shaky hands you attempt to stir the meal, even raising a spoon to taste it. You hope the spice will entice you more and attract your attention, but the combination of meat and curry powder is a beautiful deep red color that looks a little too much like blood.

Eventually, you have to force yourself away, your stomach twisting in knots. Still striving to be useful, even after months of being ignored, you instead fill a bowl with cold water and grab some washcloths. You move far too slowly, held back by hesitance. There’s a clear line of red that points you toward his room. It pulls you forward slowly. In the back of your mind, you mourn the freshly cleaned flooring.

Without knocking, slight fear in the response you’ll get, you nudge the door to the side. Barely peeking through you spot him laying in the corner of the room. He hasn’t unfolded the futon, rather leaning against the block of fabric.

As you move in slowly his eyes flicker toward you. Even from his far position in the corner, you can hear his labored breathing. Holding back a whimper at the sight of blood you approach the man more like you would a wounded animal.

Absolute silence engulfs the room, even as you sit beside him. You’re worried that you won’t be able to speak at all, throat sealed shut from misuse. Words bubble up until they finally loosen the cement keeping your lips closed.

“Can I help?”

The words are deviously simple, quiet, and barely audible. Despite the dry whisper that struggles out from out, the noise seems to take over everything else. The only other thing you hear is your heartbeat within your ears.

Giyuu seems to consider your question earnestly. As he shifts you can see the way his brows knit together, drawing closer whenever his arms shifts. “I admit that bandaging the wound was much more difficult with only one hand.” It’s not exactly a direct answer, but the way his body relaxes slightly seems to indicate a yes.

You still move a little too slowly. Watching the ground you’re careful to not let the water spill, while also trying to stop yourself from staring too hard at the crimson staining. Your sleeves are already pulled back, hands dipping into the bowl of water to grab the towel within it.

The warmth calms your nerves only slightly. It emboldens you to find the edge of the bandages and unwind. You’re surprisingly unbothered by the sight underneath, a mass of blood and flesh that is mostly unrecognizable.

The wounds are long stripes that wind down his arm. They don’t seem to be particularly deep, or even wide, but there’s a myriad of them stretching down the limb. Some of the smallest ones have already clotted. The largest are still spewing out red.

“You should get stitches for these.” It’s amazing that he even walked home in this condition. You’re not very aware of the inner workings of the demon slayer corps. Some knowledge was granted to you by your father, other things overheard in conversation. At the very least you know that they are prepared to treat injuries.

Despite your light chastisement (which receives no response) you still pull the soft cloth from the water. Fresh blood oozes out as you rub away the dirt and slightly crusted scabs. The sight gets worse to look at when it’s not hidden behind gauze.

There’s absolute silence taking over again. You’re too nervous to look up and possibly meet his eyes, instead focusing solely on his arm. Though you’re no professional you manage to wipe off most of the blood. It’s slowed down to a weak dribble, that stops when you put a slight amount of pressure on it.

You’ve piled the old bandages off to the side. They don’t look very old, but considering the state they’re in, you’re not very inclined to reuse them.

“There’s more in the bathroom.” Tomioka gestures off to the side. “2nd cabinet below the sink.”

You trot off with your head low. It's tempting to snoop, already having indulged in the bad habit plenty. Brushing the thought away, you dig through the medical supplies until you can find the roll of bandage.

He hasn’t moved a single inch in the quick minutes you’ve been gone. Tomioka’s eyes again look anywhere that isn’t where you are. Even as you hold his arm and feel the warmth of blood rushing through it, he acts more like a doll than anything.

You work slowly. Though you don’t have much experience, wrapping the gauze around his arm isn’t too difficult. At the very least it’s leagues better than the sloppy job he did himself.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Internally you’re begging for a reason to linger. His skin is still hot against your fingers. The pale skin is deceptive, giving him a cool appearance. Your eyes are tracing his hands, imagining them pressed against your own.

As your sight flickers towards his other side, you notice the fabric balled up in his fist. It’s the two-toned haori you normally see the man wearing. You hadn’t noticed its absence earlier.

He still hasn’t answered. You dare to prompt him a second time. “Or I could clean that for you.” You’re surprised that the man chooses this moment to look directly at you. For once you can read the emotion on his face, see the surprise in his blue eyes.

“It’s fine.” His voice sounds a little dry. “I’m sure the fabric is ruined.”

It’s easy to keep talking, now that you’ve dared to open your lips. “Oh, I’m sure I can fix it! If it’s blood you’re worried about then that’s no problem.” The tone you chose is perhaps too cheerful, but you feel a bit excited and the prospect of being truly helpful.

Tomioka’s fist loosens slightly. “I’m sure it’ll be a struggle, but there’s not much that could make it worst at least.” He’s not very encouraging, which you try to not let dampen your mood.

As you pull it from his grasp you can already tell the fabric is in tatters. The soft maroon sleeve has turned into strings of fabric dyed burgundy from blood. Some parts are crusted together, other pieces are barely attached by a thread. You certainly have your work cut out for you.

With one last smile, you carefully fold the haori and leave his room.

—-

You still can’t tell if you like the change or not. Tomioka still seems set on seeing you as little as possible. You bring him dinner and on occasion rewrap his bandages, but other than that he likes to hole up in his room.

His haori keeps you busy most of the time. It takes 3 washes just to get the blood out, carefully peeling the red free from the thin threads. As you wash you ultimately decide to chop off some of the strings that barely cling on. Anything thinner than the width of your finger gets discarded, a pile to find its place somewhere else.

Weaving the salvageable pieces back together is a near-impossible task. Trying your best to make the seams invisible you carefully line up each thread. Staring so intensely at the woven pattern makes your eyes water. It’s hard work to make sure the needle punctures exactly where it needs to so the flow remains. Several times you puncture the skin on your fingers. It’s never deep enough to pull blood out, but it turns your skin a bright throbbing red.

Even with the careful work only about a fourth of the sleeve can be salvaged. It’s a pitiful sight, strings hanging from the short shoulder. Days of work and sore thumbs have amounted to only a few inches of fabric.

You try to color-match the piece so you can fix the rest. It’s a difficult color, softened with years of use and age. Even when you bring the hoari along with you all the colors you find are too bright.

It’s twice as expensive to get something custom dyed, but you don’t have the expertise to do it yourself. You certainly have the money for it, coins and bills shoved away in the back of your drawers. Though the order adds a few weeks to your small project, you can’t settle for anything less than perfect.

Tomioka says nothing about the piece. He spots you once scrubbing away the blood outside. At that moment he stays for a few short seconds, watching your hands work. They’re dry from the rough cleaning chemicals and wrinkled from the soapy water.

—-

Just as your hands stop twitching and aching the replacement fabric arrives. Tomioka leaves sometime while you’re waiting for the package. The briefest contact keeps your heart light, even as the solitude creeps back in. There’s an actual purpose to your actions now, something to take up hours of your time.

The few short yards of burgundy fabric that arrive are still slightly too bright. It’s the shine of new cloth that differentiates it from the well-worn pieces. Regardless you go through the same tedious act of lining up the woven fabric and sewing it together.

There’s a thin line that marks the transition. Once you step a few feet away it’s harder to mark where the difference begins. The work is good, but you can only scrutinize it with the patterns burned into your eyes.

Several mistakes are clear over the rest of the fabric. They’re not your own doing, more likely Giyuu’s attempts to fix earlier tears. It’s cute to see the fumbles stitches, done in a hideous dark black. In most places, it stands out clearly from the pattern, even more so with the blank side.

You decide to fix those pieces, using a gentle green or maroon when appropriate. Though the seam holding the two pieces together makes you cringe, you don’t touch the threads. It’s uneven, both in length of the stitches and space between them. The other “fixes” were clumsy too, but the lines here seem childish almost. You’re sure that the pieces of Giyuu’s haori were bound together by the man himself.

As tempting as it is to make the piece look brand new, there’s history in its torn edges and paling fabric. You wonder if he’d tell you the story behind it.

Probably not.

—-

You haven’t entered Tomioka’s room in quite some time. After he was home for a few short weeks you grew too embarrassed about the actions. In your arms, you carry his carefully folded haori. After giving it one last wash you have no more reason to mess with it. If anything, picking at your work will just ruin it.

Ultimately you let it rest atop his desk. You think for a moment about hanging it up in the closet, but it feels too embarrassing to let him know about your snooping, even inadvertently.

Back inside the room, warmed from the sun and painted in a low gold, you’re tempted to wrap yourself up in his futon again.

For some time you repeat your old routine. After over a month without indulging yourself in old ways, the process comes a little unnaturally. You dust his shelves, fingers dancing over his array of trinkets. They seem almost random, stuffed dolls and broken pieces of painted wood. You’re extremely careful as you move them to clean.

It’s hard to keep yourself busy as you did before. You entered his room earlier in the day, not expecting to be tempted again by the lull of sleeping enveloped in traces of your husband’s warmth.

Still, as you manage to keep yourself busy the sun slowly drifts downwards. It’s on the opposite side of the window, but you can see the moon rise in turn. Though the sky isn’t particularly dark, your quick to pull out the futon.

Before you tuck yourself fully into bed you draw another book from his small shelves. For a few hours, you’ll be able to keep yourself busy with stories. Once it gets truly dark you can simply slide under the sheets and fall asleep.

—-

Beyond the edges of your consciousness, there’s movement that grows steadily louder as it urges you to wake. Eyes open slowly, useless in the dark. Instead, you wave a hand in front of yourself, which is also mostly useless.

It takes a moment for you to adjust to the dim room. As your pupils dilate there’s a sudden figure standing on the edge of the futon. With your position on the floor, he towers over you, face invisible still.

Thinking through the sleep you let your hand sweep over the floor. It bumps into the man’s ankles, forcing you to pull back.

A startled gasp leaves your lips as you move further into consciousness. You don’t scream, but you’re immediately on edge. Panicking, you mostly flail around for a bit until you realize it’s Tomioka standing before you. He’s tilted his face down to stare at you, letting you recognize him even within the darkness.

Instead of the tired fear you felt before, you’re mostly filled with shame. It’s the worst amalgamation of all your fears, caught cuddled up in his sheets.

For a moment you’re unsure of how to proceed. You’re mostly frozen for now, clutching his blankets against your chest.

“S-sorry!” The word comes out quietly, muffled by the lingering sleep in your head. It’s hard to think, brain muddled by all sorts of different things. If Giyuu would speak for once it’d let you put your thoughts in order.

You don’t know why he’s still staring at you. It’s hard to find his eyes, clouded by darkness. The dim lighting masks any emotion you could hope to find on his face.

As the adrenaline leaves your body you’re left feeling tired again. Rubbing your eyes, it seemingly prompts him to move again. The situation had somewhat halted in the pauses between your words.

“I’ll leave.” There’s a certain air to his voice, not angry, but certainly not welcoming either. You’re still not fully awake, a glance towards the window tells you that it’s too early to be awake. There’s possibly a shimmer of pale blue that signals the sun's arrival, but it won’t develop into an actual light until much later. It explains the bleariness in your eyes.

You look like a ghost as you sit up, fabric wrapping around your form. Hair hangs over your head, reaching downwards.

Halting his actions you mumble a combination of words that doesn’t really make sense. There’s a “wait” buried somewhere in there, which is what makes the man pause. You have nothing to follow the sentence up with, still trying to figure out exactly what’s going on.

You’re still shocked by embarrassment. Giyuu has finally stumbled upon you hiding in his bed. The habit was bound to get you caught eventually, so of course it happens right as you start up the trend again.

The room is filled with silence as you try to jumpstart your brain. “I’m uh-“ You pause again. Averting your eyes you find the words again. “I’m the one who’s intruding. I shouldn’t have…” Trailing off you stare at the ground again.

Your chest fills up with something akin to shame. It’s slightly less painful than before, but as your hands hold your face you can feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

He completely ignores your blubbering. “You fixed my haori.” The sudden topic change catches you off guard. It brings your eyes back to him, despite the fact that your heart is still racing.

Furrowing your brows you nod. “I said I would.”

“It was ruined.”

Your brain is working very hard. “It was hard, but I didn’t mind the work. I don’t think that excuses me being so intrusive.”

“Thank you.” His voice is hoarse, barely audible. You can see that he holds the cloak in

his hands. They grip the fabric so tightly you’re worried it might rip again. The show of emotion renders you silent.

As the room settles back down you shuffle your robes around you and move to stand up. “I can um-“ You lick your lips. At a constant loss for words, you vaguely gesture toward the door.

Tomioka moves back to the conversation at hand. Though his fingers continue to skate over the fabric his eyes turn back to you. “You can stay where you like, the house is as much yours as it is mine.”

That really isn’t true at all. Tomioka pays for everything, in money and blood. Your only contribution is decorating and occasionally throwing a fit in one of the rooms.

“I didn’t think you’d want me here. I should’ve asked but I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me either.” The truth slips through your lips easily. You can’t quite look him in the eye, but you don’t hide from his gaze either. Stepping self-consciously off the futon you shiver at the cold wood against the soles of your feet.

When you steal a glance at the man you’re surprised at the confused look on his face. Giyuu’s mouth is pulled into a slight pout, head tilted. It’s an attractive look, a distracted part of you points out. It’s times like this that you don’t mind being married to him.

Shaking off the thoughts you open your mouth again. “You gave me my own room, so I guessed that you wanted me there.” You dig your nails into your palms. “And you didn’t talk to me after or anything.” Remembering the feeling makes your heart squeeze. Tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

“I thought you hated me.” He admits it so simply. There’s no regret in his voice about the sentiment. The thought forces a whimper from your throat.

“What?” Your voice is wobbly.

Carefully the man sinks to his knees. guiding you down with him. One fist clings to his wrist. The other ends up wound in the fabric of your sleeping gown.

Tomioka at least seems softer about this bit. “You cry often.”

Calming down you try to focus on the feeling of his arm on your back. You’re glad you’re wearing one of your worse kimonos because the sleeves have become impromptu handkerchiefs. With the sudden onslaught of your tears, you’re left unprepared. You’re not sure whether it’s the result of your body begging to go back to sleep or the wave of months of emotions catching up on you. It’s probably a combination of both. Using the piles of fabric you wipe at your nose and under your eyes.

“I thought you hated me because you didn’t talk to me at all, ‘nd you made me stay in another room, ‘nd you’re always gone.” He looks a little pained, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. “And you never sent letters. So I was just stuck here all alone and I thought I would die.” The last part isn’t true, but you’re small tears have started to turn into full-on sobs.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Giyuu sounds much more unsure of himself. His fingers on you twitch whenever your back shakes. It’s horrible reasoning considering that he’s already married to you in the first place. You say as much to him.

Tomioka is showing the biggest amount of emotion possible. His face is twisted into an expression that suggests deep thoughts. It’s nearly enough to shock you out of the sadness, but not quite.

Under his breath, he mumbles an apology. It’s not very meaningful, but you suppose he’s at least trying. You continue to rub at your face, trying to stall your tears.

For a moment you simply sit, facing each other. Though you can’t bring yourself to look anywhere other than your lap. A hand finds its way to your back, creeping hesitantly. You can’t think of a time he’s willingly touched you otherwise.

Finally, overcome you fling yourself into his side. With the sturdiness of his uniform, it’s not particularly soft against your face, but heat radiates from his body. Tomioka doesn’t hold you particularly tight. His other arm wraps around your back, though the grasp is loose and hesitant.

Whether he cares about your tears or not he doesn’t seem to mind that you’ve seated yourself in his lap. Your crying shows no signs of stopping anytime soon, built up behind months of feeling stuck. It’s a horrible mess of wet and snot and a very ugly grimace that you’re glad is hidden.

His hands eventually wander up to your hair, ghosting over the top of your scalp. You can feel how rough they are now, covered in callouses. They’re warm against your head. Almost fiery hot they brush back stray hairs.

Focusing on the repetitive feeling of his hand, alongside the steady beating of his heart, you’re able to stop the tears. A small hiccup or gasp manages to leave you every few seconds, but it’s much less intense than before.

Not very inclined to move, you’re content to keep your face buried within the body in front of you. His hands don’t stop their gentle motions even as you stop your small noises. It’s perhaps the most comfortable you’ve felt in a very long time. Giyuu smells like his futon, but a thousand times more powerful.

As your eyes dry they also begin to drag downward. It’s the inevitable end to every single one of your emotional explosions. Your arms are drooping, their grasp loosening. Distantly you realize that you should move, excuse yourself to your room or do anything to move. Instead, you bury yourself deeper into his chest.

As he begins to move you almost pull yourself back from him. Arms flex around you and tighten their hold. Just when you muster the energy to uncurl your fingers and force your eyes back open, he lifts you up. You’re not surprised by the strength, you’ve seen it before, but it does set a little shock through your stomach.

Suddenly you’re not very inclined to do much of anything.

If he notices the way your hands dig back into his shirt, he doesn’t say anything. You’re pleased by the feeling of muscles flexing around you. Giyuu’s actions aren’t entirely discernible, not from your position, but the way he moves is slightly soothing. It’s reminiscent of being rocked to sleep, his movements graceful.

You let yourself remain in the limbo between rest and wakefulness. The edges of the world ebb away until you’re sat back down, nestled within his futon. It’s been smoothed again, rustled from your whining. It offers the same comfort it always has once you’re enveloped within the warm sheets. As his arms pull away from you, your lips form a ghost of his name.

—-

In the morning you keep your eyes shut for as long as possible. Your mind has snapped awake, reminding you of last night's events. There’s a dryness around your eyes from where your tears have evaporated. As tempting as it is to reach a hand up to rub away the grogginess you keep them in place for now.

Feeling your surroundings gives you almost no clues. All you know is that it is very warm, and you are very comfortable. Slowly you let your eyes barely peek open, a small slit to peer through.

Giyuu is lying next to you, in the sense that he is curled up in on himself at the opposite end of the futon. It’s not a very great length, but the gap between your bodies stretches endlessly in your mind. His back faces you, to which you let your eyes open almost fully. There are small imperfections to his posture, his spine shifting with his breath. It's a slow movement, a reassurance that he’s still slumbering.

You don’t trust yourself to escape without notice. Every sound you make as you settle seems to make the man pause. You’re not sure what that might accomplish either, the events from the night before too embarrassing to accept, but too poignant to ignore.

Softly you let your body relax again. For now, you’re content to watch his body move slightly with each breath. It’s convincing to reach across the gap and feel the warmth you’ve longed for more directly.

Is peaceful, the sun still low enough to not pierce through the window. It still allows faint light inside, illuminating the area.

You’re feeling surprisingly well-rested. There’s a deep calmness in your bones. Lazing about in the bed feels nice, natural. It reminds you of celebrations back home when you were free from responsibilities. There are whispers of summer streaming through the window.

For a few moments, you bask in the light starting to make its way across the floor. lt caresses your face and finally prompts you to move.

Slowly you rise upwards. Tomioka seems to rest still, unmoving. Slowly you creep out of the room, and back towards your own.

It’s chilly in your room, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. With the window facing West, no sun will warm it until the evening. The temperature makes the changing process nearly impossible. Your holding your chest, shivering before you can slip on another dress. Bouncing on your feet you shuffle around until you’re fully clothed again.

It’s easy to move around the house with a light heart. Whether Tomioka has awoken yet or not is a thought that hardly crosses your mind as you cook. Mostly you hope he’ll dine with you, tired of eating in months of silence.

Your hands move quickly as you shuffle around rooting through cabinets. Over time you’ve switched to much more appetizing meals than rice porridge. For today, with your want for a quick breakfast, you mostly work with eggs and fried rice. Throwing in a couple of diced peppers and onions your stomach growls as the sizzling veggies.

The presentation is important to you too. It feels like you’re actually doing something, being a wife. Maybe. You still don’t know if this is right, but you shared a bed last night with your husband. He wasn’t particularly close, but closer than a hallway and walls that separated you before.

So you balance the plates on your arms and move carefully back towards his room. The sense of nervousness creeps up again but isn’t as fierce as before. It at least isn’t enough to deter you from using your foot to slide the door open.

Tomioka has finally risen. His hair is sticking in all sorts of directions, sleep evident in his eyes. You’re surprised at how late he’s slept in.

“Good morning.” A blush creeps back onto your cheeks. It raises your temperature by a few degrees at least, bringing warmth to your face.

“I uh-“ Your mouth is suddenly dry. “I brought food.” The words come out a shy squeak. For a moment the plates wobble in your hold until you square your shoulders and regain control.

He regards you with a surprising amount of warmth, what you think is warmth at least. It’s not indifference, or anger, something kinder.

“Thank you.” He doesn’t smile as he talks, not exactly a frown either. The man exists in the crevices between emotions, which is how he manages to be completely indecipherable most of the time.

You manage to look somewhat graceful as you lower yourself, plates still balancing in your hands. Once you’re close enough he swipes one from your hand, instead letting it sit in his lap.

“You can eat with me,” Giyuu says in a matter-of-fact way that makes your eyebrows raise. He waits for only a second, letting the silence hang, before continuing. “I thought I should be more direct.”

His explanation forces a small light laugh from your lips. “Right, I’m glad. I’ll be sure to do the same.” The corner of his eyes curl up, even though his lips don’t form a smile quite yet. You’re not even sure if he can smile, maybe the man has some sort of disease.

He eats though. And though he’s careful there are little bits of rice stuck to his face. In the corner of his mouth is a little line of ketchup. It’s such a human sight, a clumsy eater that doesn’t know anything about romance or women. There’s some sadness too, the lack of proper social understanding, formed by a life dedicated to fighting.

Realizing the fact that you’re staring quite obviously (something that he somehow does not notice) you look down to eat your own food. The sound of chewing is slightly grating on your ears, but you cannot muster up anymore to say.

Within just a few moments, when you’ve only finished a few bites of food, his fork is scraping against the plates. There’s a decent amount of rice still scattered over his face, some on the floor and his shirt, but most seem to have made it into his mouth. It’s hard not to laugh at the sight, of crumbs sticking to the corner of his lips. Though you’re able to remain silent, your nose scrunches up, eyes narrowing as your lips tug upwards.

“I can make more if you’d like.”

Tomioka still seems half-asleep as he turns to you. “It’s fine.” Despite his appearance, the man’s voice is soft and even. “But I did enjoy it.”

Your lips move into an even bigger smile. It’s half hidden behind your hand, fear of food stuck in your teeth, but the message is still translated clearly. “Did you like the egg too? I don’t know your tastes, so I’ve mostly been guessing.”

His eyebrows furrow again, that concentrated look crossing his face. “I like salmon, salmon daikon. Though I don’t know if that’s appropriate for a breakfast.” He answers quickly.

“Dinner then,” you offer.

He shakes his head. “I’ll have to leave for another mission tonight.” Your shoulders deflate slightly. At least a warning is more than you’ve gotten before. “But I can send you a letter before I arrive back.”

The offer brings your smile back. “I’ll make sure to buy some things for Salmon Daikon. It’ll be the best you’ve ever had!”

—-

He lets you spend most of the morning bothering him. Tomioka says that there’s no point leaving for a few more hours, which you don’t really get, but he probably knows best. While you anxiously watch the sun climb higher into the sky Giyuu gets ready. He doesn’t give you any warning, or tell you to leave, before stripping off most of his clothes.

His back is covered in long strips of scar and muscle. You’ve once again tucked yourself into the folds of the futon, content to watch from there. It’s pleasing the way his shoulders move as he strips the shirt off.

As he moves to remove his pants too, you have the decency to look away. The man doesn’t seem concerned with your presence, but even the thought of seeing him mostly bare makes your eyes screw themselves shut. They don’t crack open until the rustling of fabric and movement stops.

He’s donned the common uniform once again, haori placed overtopped. Tomioka looks so normal again, like he used to every time he flew in and out of the house. You’re staring at the junction where you fixed the sleeve, wondering if he too has noticed the shift.

“I think it looks good,” he tells you. “Much better than anything I could do. I’m not very good at mending things.”

“I can tell,” the words slip from your lips easily. It’s a careless comment, meant to be taken as a joke, but sounds a little too cruel. Your eyes widen, mouth quickly covered with your hands. “I didn’t mean, I uh-“

“You’re fine.” His mouth has quirked upwards just slightly. “It’s true, but I do like to think I’ve improved over the years.”

A hand is still raised over your lips, hoping to keep another dumb comment from slipping through. Once you’re sure you’ve stopped yourself from spoiling the moment you let your hands drop back to your lap. “I’m sure you have.”

He takes sword from where it’s stood carefully in the corner. You watch as he slides the sheath into place along his belt. It completes his ensemble, making him look like a proper soldier. If it were possible (which is to say, if it didn’t put you in mortal danger) you’d like to see him in action. Maybe he’ll let you watch him train sometime.

“Are you going then?”

He nods. “It’s not too far. If I’m lucky I can come back before getting another notice. So you won’t feel so lonely.”

His concern makes your heart throb. Biting your lower lip you try not to let it quiver. “I’ll make you something, give me a few minutes. That way you won’t starve.” Without waiting for his answer you leave the room and rush to the kitchen.

The truth was that you had already prepared some onigiri earlier, tucked away inside the fridge. It’s stuffed with tuna and onions are you’re trying hard not to eat them as you tuck them into a bento. There’s plenty of extra, and you can leave the more… unsightly ones for yourself.

Tomioka comes down the hall just a few moments after you finish. It’s perfect timing. There’s a small sack on his back, which he lets you tuck the lunch into. “Don’t wait too long before eating it though,” you instruct. “I don’t want it to go bad.”

“Right.”

“And be safe!”

“Ok.”

“And-“ You have to curl your hands into fists to force the words the words out, “Iloveyou.”

You’re prepared to turn tail and hide back in your own room (and probably cry—or die—from embarrassment). Before you can even point your feet in the right direction he’s caught your wrist. Though you can barely look at him, you are welcomed to the sight of his pretty pink cheeks. He pulls you toward him, perhaps with more force than necessary, and plants a kiss on your own fiery skin.

You’ve barely registered what’s happened when he’s disappeared beyond the doorway. You don’t know if you’ll be able to drag your feet anywhere else until he gets back, scared of loosing this feeling.

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How would they react to a clingy crush

soon: How would they react to a clingy crush pt.2 (Kunikida, Akutagawa, and Ango)

f!reader, fluff headcanon

How u 2 first meet pt.2 will be postponed 'cuz I'm lazy, but here's a hc.

You 2 aren't in a relationship.

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• Having you as his crush already makes Atsushi flustered.

• Your clinginess isn't helping him calm down.

• He first thought that maybe you're clingy to everyone, but then realize you aren't.

• He'd have a tint on his cheeks whenever you initiate physical touch such as clinging to his arm, hugging his waist, holding onto his sleeves or arm and more.

• He's not in denial with his feelings, but he avoids making advances because he wants to keep everything professional so that you won't be uncomfortable.

• He appreciates your way of showing affection towards him and he does respond towards it whenever you would initiate it like he'll hug you back if you hug him, he'll place his hand on your shoulder when you lean onto him, etc.

• I like to believe that he's not oblivious and that he just thinks negatively about himself or he just thinks that you're way out of his league.

• Despite what he thinks about himself, he still lets himself enjoy the times you're with him because he's scared that it might be the last time.

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• Osamu is clingy himself, so he very much enjoys your clinginess. He likes placing his hand on either your hip or waist. He would sometimes place his hand on top of your thigh or your inner thigh. He likes it when you suddenly sit on his lap whenever he's (surprisingly) working.

• Because of this, Osamu became dependent to your touch.

• Before he realize it, he gotten deeper into your warmth.

• He's aware of his lingering feelings for you, but he wasn't worried because he thought that it's nothing much and that because it wasn't a lot of feelings to begin with.

• But, that was before. Now, he's actually worried because he realized that he's been seeking your touch more than usual and realized it late.

• He tried turning back and gotten cold towards you. He stopped initiating and returning your affection which made you hurt and confused and that made him hurt and confused also.

• Now, both of you are hurt and confused.

• Until one rainy day, you had a rough week and Osamu rejecting your plea of finding warmth and comfort from him today made it even worse. You stormed off after getting rejected somewhere in the city and you were soaked. You tried finding something that will ease up your built up stress and anxiety when someone suddenly pulled your wrist.

• It was Osamu.

• “I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry—” He kept whispering near your ear while tightly hugging you under the rain.

• “I was scared" He didn't elaborate any further and let himself be weak in front of you.

• He's still not ready to accept his own feelings, but he thought that it's his problem, not yours so he shouldn't hurt you in the process.

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• Ranpo is clingy with people he likes and naturally relates with.

• So, you both are clingy with each other. He likes your subtle touches and whenever you unconsciously hold on to him. He would sometimes cup your cheeks. With hugs, he likes to hug around your neck. He has a habit of pulling you behind him whenever there's danger in front.

• He's not aware of his feelings. He's just so happy that he's around you for most of the times and so are you.

• He LOVES the attention and affection you give him and it makes him feel very seen and heard (aw) and that's why he always make sure to be always close to you because wherever you are is wherever he feels like a normal person.

• You soon realize his dependent and didn't want to tolerate it. You're very happy and relieved that he's able to finally feel these kind of things now, but you don't want him to feel these kind of things only whenever you're around. You wanted him to feel it naturally even without you beside them.

• And so you did. You were making progress because Ranpo started to see it from himself that he is someone. No, you didn't pull the Dazai card and treated Ranpo cold in order to achieve it, you made him realize that it's such a simple thing to see yourself in front of a mirror and see the world in front of someone.

• So, even if you were to be no more beside him, that realization won't ever escape him again.

• But, he still prefers you to be there very close. He doesn't want to lose his sight of you. He's very aware of all the things you've done for him.

• For every passing day, he would be more clingy than yesterday. For him, holding you is like having the world under his palms.

• He still doesn't realize his romantic feelings towards you, but it's not something that holds back his way of showing affection.

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• Chūya would be in denial at first. You can't blame him.

• It's like betrayal is all he knows now, so it's hard for him to harbor feelings that can be betrayed and because of this, he would sometimes let you cling onto him and sometimes wouldn't let you at all.

• He doesn't return it.

• You're stubborn because I say so, so despite the mixed signals, you still try... Maybe a lite too hard. Chūya is very confused by your stubbornness against his rejections, but does appreciates it. Why? Because bestie Chūya hadn't receive that much care and attention for a long time, so yes bestie he likes it when you're being a brat about it.

• As time goes, he loosens up a bit and lets you be clingy around him more frequently. You're happy and contented with the progress, but sometimes you do feel lonely.

• Despite being clingy yourself, you're not used to being the one to receive the affection as the world never did give you any while growing up. It stings whenever that thought eats you up.

• Chūya may be in denial with his feelings, but he isn't heartless towards it. There'll be a point where he's thankful for having those feelings towards you because now is that point. He saw through you and ever since that day he noticed all the tiny details about you and became more observant of your actions.

• There was a meaning behind your clinginess is what he thought.

• He now notices your fingers pinching his cloth when you're scared, your hand holding him arm when you're uncomfortable, you wanting to be in a close proximity when you're physically tired, your head leaning against him when you're mentally exhausted and more.

• It was more than stubbornness and when he realized this oh boy did he suddenly forget that he's in denial and became very careful and considerate towards you the moment he pieced everything together.

• He doesn't reject your physical affection anymore and sometimes even return it which made you confused but happy. He prefers to keep you very close now so he would pull you whenever you're you're a little too far away from him. He likes tucking your hair behind your ear. He enjoys your back hug around his waist SO MUCH.

• Finally, he found comfort in your warmth and now he seeks it himself. For once, he found a home and that is within your embrace.

• He's thankful that it's you who owns his feelings.

[kumquats-are-gay]

I require johnny fluff! (This is a stick up🔫) maybe with a reader who's sick/tired/injured etc

OH SHIT- ✋😨🤚

But YAYAYAY!! Tysm for giving me something! I wasn't super hopeful that I'd actually receive anything, but this and the other prompt I got have made me so happy :'] thank you thank you!!!

I planned on writing these as short little blurbs but ofc I went and got carried away. AGAIN. Go figure, lol. Anyway, I hope you like it! :D

(THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE IDEA BTW)

Johnny Cage x Reader (SFW)

Tags: no use of Y/N, gn!reader, sick!reader, sick fic, flirting, established relationship, directly pasted from Google Docs (forgive weird formatting), Johnny takes great care of you <3

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51606256

You had been out with Johnny on a date, enjoying each other’s company as the two of you walked hand-in-hand down the pavement. Everything was perfectly fine when you guys had first left: the crisp autumn air was refreshing, and little made you happier than getting to spend time with your partner. However, whatever it was you had come down with hadn’t taken long to make itself known. About half an hour into your outing, you began to feel a little clammy. At first, you had just chalked it up to the cool weather giving you the chills, but the vertigo that checked in shortly thereafter quickly changed your mind. Like hell you were going to say anything about it, though; you didn’t want Johnny to worry. So, you bit your lip and got a grip, hoping to bear through it…until you couldn’t anymore. Mumbling a weary, “I think…I’m going to pass out,” you immediately collapsed. Johnny’s reflexes were sharp, thankfully; he reached out and grabbed you before you could hit the ground.

Johnny carries you back to the car, drives home, then carries you inside the house. All the while he’s transporting you to bed, you have your face buried in his chest, weakly groaning.

He helps you remove your damp clothes before he slips a soft t-shirt over your head, which is followed by a pair of pajama bottoms being gently pulled up your legs. You’re barely able to stand, so he lays you down in the bed, literally tucking you in as he pushes the sheets in around your body. Apparently, you had made this process rather difficult; you kept feebly tugging at his arm and whining for him “not to go”. He had to continuously reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Nooo,” you had whined, “don’ leave the bed.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately and continues fussing over you, constantly touching your forehead and repositioning the blankets. You whine again as Johnny moves away, and he’s trying very hard not to give into your pleas; he needs to go get some things so that he can properly take care of you, damn it!

You just keep making those adorable little whimpering noises, though, seemingly having given up on words, and he can’t help but pivot his head to look at you. He sees you reaching out with pitiful grabby-hands, pouting adorably, and—oh, fuck it.

Johnny relents, already making his way back to you as he asks, “What about the things you’re gonna need? Water? Advil?”

You wrap your arms and legs around him like an octopus the moment he settles in next to you. “Don’eed that; jus’ need you,” you grumble against his neck. Johnny huffs in amusement, but underneath the surface, his heart is swelling with affection. When he feels you shiver against him, he knows he won’t get anywhere if he tries to get up to grab another blanket for you. Instead, he just holds you closer and pulls the duvet further up. He runs his hands through your sweaty hair, unbothered.

“Alright, honey, try to get some rest now, alright?” he says and kisses your forehead. You don’t need to be told twice; within minutes, you’re out like a light. A smile tugs at the corner of Johnny’s mouth while he gazes down at you. It truly didn’t matter whether you were all dressed up and confidently strutting about, or if you were sweating bullets through a baggy t-shirt and whining for him to hold you—Johnny always saw you as nothing short of amazing, and he’d take care of you for as long as you needed, any time you needed.

~~~

Barely a week had passed since you had first fallen ill. You had nearly made a full recovery by this point and you were feeling like a brand new person. It was in no small thanks to your boyfriend, Johnny, who tended to you every step of the way. Nothing was too big of an ask for him, though you tried not to be a bother if you could help it. He insisted that you weren’t, though, which made you feel a bit better about it.

The only times he left your side were when you really needed something. Otherwise, he was just as glued to you as you were to him, calling into work and everything to ensure that he could be there for you around the clock.

You sighed and smiled at his sleeping figure—his hair was sticking out this way and that, and the bedhead alone was enough to make you giggle. This slightly roused him from his sleep, causing him to mumble something incoherent as he pulled you against him. Your smile only grew; he was so goddamn cute. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you whispered.

Johnny shakes his head and mumbles, “Nah, you’re good.” He pulls you even closer and releases a long, tired exhale. Unable to help yourself, you reach out to scratch at his scalp which elicits a pleased hum from your boyfriend. “Y’know, I think I might be getting sick,” he suddenly claims. You frown and immediately move the hand in his hair to his forehead, which causes him to grouse in disappointment. Your brow furrowed in confusion; he was slightly warmer than usual, but you wouldn’t call it a fever.

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking at him quizzically. He lazily grabs your hand and drags it back to his scalp. You take the hint and continue the task of brushing your fingers soothingly through his sandy locks.

Johnny practically purred at the sensation. The pleasurable feeling of your nails lightly dragging across his skull caused him to slur his words a bit. “Hmm, yeah,” he spoke through the haze, “real sick, but I heard a kiss c’n make you feel a lot better…”

Understanding his game now, you asked him in a tone dripping with suspicion, “Oh, really? That so?” Johnny just answered with an unconvincing ‘mmmmm-hm’ as he continued to revel in your touch. “Alright,” you acquiesced, and pressed your lips to his forehead. “Feel any better?”

“Hmm, I think I need another one for the effects to kick in,” he idly insisted. You could hear the smile in his voice, though, a clear indication that he was obviously bullshitting. You continued to entertain him anyway by giving him another kiss, this time on his cheek.

“How about now?” you pressed, though you already knew the answer.

“One more should do the trick,” he lilted, the cheeky bastard. You outright laughed this time before moving in for the final kiss. Johnny lifted his head at the last moment, surprising you a bit as he captured your mouth with his own this time. The two of you became entangled in an impromptu makeout session as you lost yourselves to each other. That is until Johnny suddenly pushed you away so he could cough into his elbow. He sounded like he was hacking up a lung. The heat that was beginning to gather in your body immediately fizzled out as worry swiftly took its place.

“Hey, are you alright?” you asked with genuine concern. He held up his index finger as if to say ‘one moment’ while he finished his coughing fit. At the end, he took a deep breath and pressed his palm to his forehead as his face twisted into a grimace.

“Ah, fuck…” Johnny sighed before he flopped back onto the mattress. “Okay, nevermind—I think I might actually be sick.”

You shook your head fondly. “Well, it’s a good thing you have me then, huh?”

Johnny smiles up at you in earnest and reaches for the hand that had long since stopped its ministrations, but he just holds it in his own this time. “I couldn’t be luckier.”

[pocketmania]

Yo, I'm someone who hit a funk and broke my three month streak of not hurting myself, and am feeling down... splatoon has helped take my mind off things, so would you please write some headcannons on the girls comforting a reader who they caught harming themselves? Thanks in advance, I just need the comfort rn.

I'm really sorry that that happened. I understand how you feel, so I'll gladly write some headcanons for you if they'll make you feel better. You're very strong for going for three months, yknow. And i know you're strong enough to try again. You've got this <3

I'm also gonna put a hotline number at the end for anyone, just in case

Now onto the thingy

‼️Quick TW for Self Harm/Suicide‼️

‎‧₊˚✧[ The Idols Comforting A Self-harming Reader ]✧˚₊‧

(🎨🔫🤬❤️‍🩹) - splatoon angst comfort

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

- - - - - - -

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Callie

Had just come home from a shopping spree when she found you in your room with a bleeding arm

You used one of the kitchen knives

"(Y/N)?! OHMIGOSH, ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT CUT YO-"

Then she sees the knife next to you

The expressive glow in her eyes was gone

She rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a bunch of paper towels, and began to clean your cuts

Lots of hugs and kisses with a side of kind reassurements were given that night

"(Y/N).. please don't do this to yourself. It's not worth it. It's going to be okay, whatever you're goin' through, yeah?"

She checks in with you a lot more now

Asking how you're feeling, if you've eaten, stuff like that

If you have past scars she'll kiss them

If you're feeling down (like you want to hurt yourself again) she'll give you a bunch of distractions and things to do so you don't

If you relapse, she gives you a big hug and say that it's alright

"That's okay! I'm sure you can go even longer this time! I believe in you!"

She was honestly worried she'd lose you

But she sees that you're healing now and that you're better, and that's all she could ever ask for

She's glad you're still around

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Marie

Also had just come home from shopping, but it was with Callie. She called out to you, but didn't find you in the living room or in the bedroom or kitchen, so she checked the bathroom

She found you with a bleeding leg

You used a razor

She didn't have a very "over-the-top" reaction (unlike Callie)

She just grabbed the first-aid kit you kept in the bathroom and cleaned your wounds.

She didn't wanna scare you

"I may not understand, but I know."

She gave you a tight squeeze after she was done. "I know."

She's a lot less sarcastic with you now

Always tries to make sure you're happy or at least satisfied with yourself

If you feel like hurting yourself she'll bring you into a huge cuddle-sesh until she's sure you're feeling better

Careful, those can last hours

If you relapse, she'd bandage you up and try to make you smile or laugh

"Don't worry, kid. There's always next time."

Despite how sarcastic and snarky she is on T.V., she's very caring and loving

And she'd do anything to make sure you're safe

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Pearl

"(N/N), I brought ya some foo-"

Dropped the plate when they saw you hunched over, crying with a burned arm

You used Pearl's lighter

Rushed over and immediately took the lighter from you. She accidentally burned herself, too, but that was an accident

Yours was on purpose

Pearl isn't all that good at comforting people, so she called Marina in to help

She kissed you, rubbed your back, and whispered sweet words to you while Marina helped your burns

"I'm so sorry.. Whatever happened, it's not your fault."

Pearl would continue to do all those things while you explained why you did that

Needless to say, she felt awful

From here on out, she's always doing things to keep you happy

She might make little songs for you (with the help of Marina's composing) or cook with you (albeit she's not the best cook)

If you relapse, she'll just sit there with you, head on your shoulder, ready to listen if you wanna vent or talk

Or if you just wanna sit there in silence, too

Like I said, she's not the best at comforting people, especially when they've done something like this

But she'll try her best if it's all worth making and keeping you happy

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Marina

She had finally emerged from her recording studio after at least 3 hours of editing and revising music for the Memverse

That's when she found you, bruised and slightly bleeding

You had been biting yourself and bit down really hard

She was confused at first as to why you would do such a thing

She's your personal therapist at this point

Treating the wounds, asking how you're feeling, what happened while she was gone, if you wanna talk, etc. etc.

"I know this won't help, but you shouldn't feel so bad. I am your biggest fan, and I'm always gonna be there to support you and care for you, okay?"

Even if she didn't seem all that terrified, she was incredibly scared that you would bite down too hard and really hurt yourself

Keeps an eye on you and your mood from now own

Just like Callie, she gives you things to do when you feel like harming yourself, just digitally

Lets you run through the memverse demo as many times as you'd like

If you relapse, she'll kiss your wounds (when they're clean) and say that was a good try, and that you can do better than before

But, she really wasn't lying when she said she was your biggest fan and supporter

She always was, and she always will be

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Shiver

She had just finished training a bunch of sharks just a ways from your house. She came home, fan in hand, and called out for you

You didn't respond, so she began to look for you

She found you in the bedroom, clawing at your arm

Since your nails weren't that sharp, it didn't draw blood, but it was enough to leave a mark

You swore she turned paper white when she gasped

She gasped so loud people in Inkopolis could've heard her

She quickly recollected herself and rushed over to help you

I have a headcanon that shiver excessively fans herself when she's on edge, so she did a lot of that here

"(Y/N)?? Why would you do such a thing to yourself? ... Well, please, don't do it again. You're too good of a person to deserve this."

From then on, she was a lot more caring toward you

Less sarcasm, less of a snarky personality, more of a mother figure

Makes sure you've eaten, and that you haven't harmed yourself (and that you won't anytime soon)

Also makes you trim your nails so you can't scratch yourself again

If you relapse, she encourages you to try and make your streak longer the next time

She may not show it half (or 3/4) of the time, but she really cares about you. And it would deeply hurt her if she lost you

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Frye

Randomly woke up from a really good nap, turned over, and saw you hitting yourself on your arms, legs, and head

She probably woke up due to your hitting moving the bed

You bruised your legs and arms and gave yourself a massive headache

Frye immediately tried to constrain you (and you gave in since she's freakishly strong. she's broken a rock before. twice.)

Started bombarding you with questions

"(Y/N)?! What happened?? Why were you beating yourself up?"

You broke down, and she immediately pulled you into a tight hug

"Hey, now! Don't cry! It's alright, I'm right here! I'm awake now, and I'm not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you, ya hear?"

Considering how she has siblings, she's actually pretty good at comforting people. She does, however, get extra advice from Big Man from time to time

Just like Shiver, she makes sure you've eaten and that you don't start hitting yourself again

Also makes it clear that it's perfectly fine to open up to her whenever you need to and whenever she has time to listen

If you do ever relapse, she's never mad. She'll just comfort you and ask you to try again

Frye's got a soft side, especially when it comes to you. And she's not afraid to show it if it means you'll be alive and well

- - - - - - -

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[maraariana01]

Romance and fluff blast!! @maraariana01 made the ITP: Happy Ending AU!!

Title: The Charming Rabbit+A Strange & New Feeling

Spring Bonnie had gone out to collect some groceries for his family. It wasn’t the first time he had done so, so he knew his way to and from the building. Although today, it seemed like his shopping would get a little more interesting.

He’d finished paying for what he needed, and made his way outside through the sliding exit doors. It seemed like, from the list he had gotten, that they didn’t need too much this time.

Admittedly, Spring Bonnie had been... a little distracted. He’d been thinking about his son. The previous day, there’d been a parent-teacher conference, and the bunny had gone to it with his son.

It hadn’t been the first time, no—it was actually the third. It hadn’t happened the last two times, but yesterday, the two of them had a little meeting with Dylan—the boy that bullied Oswald.

He didn’t know what Dylan had whispered to his son, but whatever it was, it seemed to have upset him. Before Spring Bonnie had the chance to do anything, he had been pulled inside for the meeting.

When it had been over—with it taking about thirty minutes in total—he tried to find the boy or his parents to have a little word, but didn’t have any luck. Oswald hadn’t told him yet what had been whispered.

“Oof-!” The bunny heard someone exclaim when the two of them collided. Spring Bonnie stumbled back, while whoever he accidentally ran into seemed to have fallen down—if the sound of something hitting the ground wasn’t enough to realize.

He didn’t know yet who he’d bumped into, but the bunny hoped that they were okay—he should’ve been paying more attention—he should’ve been looking ahead. Spring Bonnie knew it could hurt to hit metal... were they okay?

The bunny looked around, and quickly spotted who he had ran into, who was already beginning to get back up. Spring Bonnie stared for a moment in surprise. Who it was hadn’t been a human.

Instead, whoever they were happened to be a rather tall, orange rabbit—but not exactly an animatronic like how Spring Bonnie himself was—instead, the orange rabbit was more of a regular suit or costume.

Spring Bonnie hurriedly moved closer to the rabbit, all while also scribbling down something on his notepad that he had taken out. “Sorry!”

The orange rabbit stared at the yellow bunny—and rabbit’s eyes seemed to practically light up. “Oh! I never expected... I didn’t think I’d ever see another rabbit around here!” He sounded excited.

“It’s fine, don’t worry!” The rabbit quickly added with a wave of his gloved hand. Spring Bonnie noticed that the rabbit had two cymbals with him, as well as wearing a black top hat, a bow-tie with polka-dots, and a white and black vest.

The orange rabbit stared as the yellow bunny started to write again, before showing the notepad to him. “I’m Spring Bonnie.” He introduced himself.

The rabbit reached over, grabbing the bunny’s hand, and shook. He grinned excitedly. “Spring Bonnie?” The rabbit repeated, “Got a nice ring to it! The name’s Ralpho!”

Ralpho.

...

The encounter with the orange rabbit—Ralpho—had happened on a Tuesday. Today, it was a Friday, and Oswald had just gotten out of school, being picked up by the bunny.

At his son’s request, Spring Bonnie drove to the library. He knew his son liked to read—maybe the building would have some of the newer books that Oswald had been talking about recently.

Just as Spring Bonnie hopped out of the car, and started walking towards the door with Oswald, the bunny’s ears twitched, and he turned. Approaching, but seemingly not noticing him yet, was Ralpho.

“Spring Bonnie?” Oswald looked up at him, and then turned to look at what his animatronic father seemed to be staring at.

Ralpho, originally having been staring at the ground as he walked, looked up. When he did, just like the last encounter, the orange rabbit’s eyes seemed to light up—it was clear that he was rather glad to not be the only one.

“Spring, hello!” Ralpho called out with a wave, picking up his pace to get to the two. Oswald was confused. They know each other?

By the time Ralpho reached them both—in which the two both looked somewhat pleasantly surprised to see the other—Oswald figured that this would take a while.

So, as Ralpho began to say something else, Oswald made his way into the library—although he didn’t go all that far—he figured Spring Bonnie would want to see him and not panic.

...

The next time Spring Bonnie ran into the orange rabbit—on Tuesday—had also been when he hadn’t expected it. He’d been with Thomas. The two of them had been in the park together.

For the first half, it had just been the animatronic and human father—until, that is, Spring Bonnie noticed a familiar rabbit laying down on the ground—it seemed like he was stargazing.

“And-“ Thomas would’ve continued, but he noticed how the bunny seemed rather distracted. He didn’t notice the rabbit. “...What’s up?”

Spring Bonnie glanced at Thomas for a moment, before holding up a finger, and walking off to meet up with the rabbit that he kept running into.

It seemed like Ralpho hadn’t been expecting him—if the reaction he got meant anything. Upon reaching the stargazing rabbit, Spring Bonnie crouched, and tapped his arm.

Ralpho shot up, his eyes opening—which, to Spring Bonnie, either meant that he was sleeping (could Ralpho do that, unlike him?) and he’d just woken the rabbit up, or he was simply relaxing. Ralpho clashed his cymbals as he sat up.

“Wh- Spring!” The rabbit joyfully exclaimed, his tail seeming to wag for a moment or two. Spring Bonnie waved. “You- how can you be so silent when walking, buddy??”

Spring Bonnie shrugged. He didn’t think he was all that silent—he had assumed Ralpho had heard him approaching a few moments before.

Placing his cymbals aside, Ralpho patted the spot beside him. “C’mon, Spring, sit down.” He went back to looking up at the sky, but the rabbit’s gaze kept returning to the bunny.

Spring Bonnie nodded, and sat down beside him. He’d never stargazed before, although the bunny had heard of it once or twice before. Now that he was actually looking... it was rather beautiful.

“So! What brings ya out here, Spring??” He heard the orange rabbit ask him. Spring Bonnie took out his notepad.

...

Spring Bonnie looked around. To the far right of him, there was Thomas, sitting on a bench. He seemed to be using his phone—the bunny’s best guess was that he was talking with his wife.

With how dark it was, he normally wouldn’t have been able to even really see Thomas—but, the bunny could see in the dark. Could Ralpho?

“-I used to work at this camp,” Ralpho kept talking, and Spring Bonnie turned back to focus on him. “It was called Camp Etenia! I was there for a long time, doing Bunny Call’s in the early mornings.”

Bunny Call’s? Spring Bonnie tilted his head.

“And it was really great! But...” Ralpho sighed, a slight frown appearing on him. His ears seemed to go down. “Eventually, it closed. I still don’t know why, though. It was doing so well!”

The bunny continued to listen. He reached over, and put a hand on the rabbit’s shoulder. “After I lost my job, after it closed down, everything was so boring! So, I’ve been trying to find something new to do. And... I eventually made my way here.”

He leaned against Spring Bonnie, glancing up at him. “What about you?” The rabbit questioned.

“I came out of a time-traveling ball-pit.”

Ralpho stared at the writing on the notepad, and then back up at the bunny. “Really??” The bunny nodded.

“Well, c’mon then, Spring! Tell me more about that!” The rabbit had never thought much about time-travel.

...

“Spring Bonnie,” The two heard Thomas call out. It was darker than it had been previously. Although the bunny and the rabbit had barely noticed that.

“We should get going,” Thomas added, now off of the bench, and approaching the two, although he was being careful—watching where he stepped.

Spring Bonnie stood up, putting his notepad and pen back into one of his coat pockets. He started making his way over to the man. “Spring!”

He glanced back at Ralpho, who’d also gotten up, picking up his cymbals. “See you later?” He asked.

Spring Bonnie nodded, smiling.

...

Oswald, Jackie, and Thomas all had moments involving the two that they could remember, and shared with each other. Especially Oswald. In the past month, the two had been visiting a lot.

Which, made sense. The first three times, the two hadn’t been actively searching for the other, wanting to meet up—it was all more of a surprise meeting. But, now, that was what the two were doing.

Most of the visits and chats happened elsewhere, but with one of the more recent ones, Ralpho had been invited to the house. Oswald was surprised with how much the rabbit could talk.

“I’ve seen his tail wagging,” Oswald commented, taking a bit of his breakfast. He saw his mom nod in agreement.

She’d seen that, and she’d seen both Spring Bonnie’s and Ralpho’s eyes—it still reminded her of an excited cat in a way—like with Jinx. Jackie just thought that it was all sweet.

Oswald had watched Spring Bonnie leave a few moments before he came down to eat breakfast. He’d learned from his father that the bunny was going out to get a few things.

“I’ve seen it with both of them,” Thomas replied, swallowing some bacon. He’d heard some of Ralpho’s comments about a camp, and it sounded somewhat familiar to the man.

“Well,” Jackie smiled, “He’s happy because of him- that’s clear. And that’s good.”

...

Spring Bonnie had been in the middle of watching a newer rom-com that Jackie had rented. She was in the middle of something, so he settled on watching it alone—Oswald and Thomas still didn’t like them.

“Spring Bonnie?” He heard his son’s voice from beside him, and turned. But when the bunny did so, that was when he noticed some of the liquid fall onto the floor. I’m leaking? He hadn’t noticed—he’d been really focused on the rom-com.

Oswald was staring at him, frowning. “You’re leaking... are you okay?” With the extent of how much he was, the young boy knew to typically associate that with the bunny being sad... or angry.

The first instant that he could recall was back when he’d been saving his dad—his human one—after he’d gotten bitten by the bunny. It had been a surprising sight. And he usually saw him leaking out of anger usually when he was in danger.

Although, Oswald didn’t think that the bunny was leaking out of sadness or anger—he didn’t seem like how he normally did with either option. The bunny’s eyes were perfectly fine. He seemed fine at a first glance. He wasn’t unhinging his jaw.

Spring Bonnie nodded, although he himself was a little unsure of why this was happening—of course the bunny knew the typical reasons for it happening, too. “I’m fine.” He wrote.

Oswald moved closer, ignoring the rom-com playing, and sat beside his animatronic father. “Well, w-“ The boy started, leaning against the bunny... only to quickly recoil.

Spring Bonnie glanced at his son, confused. “What’s wrong?” The bunny quickly wrote down.

“You... you’re really hot.” Oswald replied. The boy had seen the leaking, yet he was sure that the bunny hadn’t suddenly been hot like this before. What was wrong?

At first, the bunny had still been rather confused... but after a moment or two, he began to feel it, too. The bunny frowned, and began to think.

He’d seen Oswald sick before. When his son had been sick, his eyes were rather teary a lot of the time—and when he had checked the boy’s forehead, it had been hot.

Spring Bonnie scribbled something down. “Could we go see Jackie?”

Oswald nodded, getting off of the couch. He wasn’t sure if his mom would be able to help, but he guessed that it was at least worth a try. What else could they do?

Spring Bonnie stood up a moment later, and followed after his son. Before he got out of the room, he paused the rom-com, so that he wouldn’t miss out on anything while he was gone.

...

“Mom?” Jackie turned when she heard her son’s voice. He was standing in the doorway, Spring Bonnie beside him.

“What is it, honey?”

While wiping at his eyes in hopes of just getting the liquid on his coat, rather than the floor again, Spring Bonnie started to write. Jackie moved closer.

“I think I’m sick.”

Jackie frowned, and glanced at her son. “I... I don’t even know if it’s possible for animatronics to,” He replied—but maybe it was with Spring Bonnie, at least. He was different than a normal one.

“But he’s been leaking like that,” He continued, they all knew the typical reasons, “and... he’s really hot all of a sudden. I don’t know what could be going on with him.”

Oswald hoped that it wasn’t anything serious, if he truly was sick or something. If he was, he wasn’t sure if any people—like his mom—would know how to help him. Would it be the same as when a person got sick? Maybe it would eventually pass.

“He’s hot?” Jackie looked back up at Spring Bonnie, who shifted nervously. She lifted a hand up, and placed it on the bunny’s head. Her frown grew when she started to feel the heat.

She pulled her hand away. “What do you think could be wrong with him, mom?”

“I don’t know, honey.” Jackie sighed. Spring Bonnie’s ears lowered, and he messed with the end of one of his sleeves for a moment.

“Spring Bonnie,” He looked up when he heard her say his name, and tilted his head. “Why don’t you lay down and rest?” Jackie suggested, “I’ll... I’ll try to find something that can help.”

With a nod, Spring Bonnie left the room to do just that. Jackie pulled her son into a hug. “Oswald, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” She tried to comfort him.

...

There was a repeated process. The leaking and the heat would stop. Everything seemed normal. And then it would all start again—sometimes it would only be the leaking—other times only the heat.

Spring Bonnie didn’t understand why it was happening—he didn’t think the others did, either. What was the cause for it?

It seemed rather random. A few of the times, like the first time, had involved him simply watching a movie—he’d be thinking—and then he’d realize that one or both of the symptoms were happening.

Other times, it happened right after a visit with Ralpho. Why? The first instance of this, the two of them had been hanging out at the park, and right after Spring Bonnie started heading back home—moments after the two separated—it started.

Three times at this point, the leaking and heat had actually started while he was actively hanging out with the orange rabbit—and he noticed each time.

Spring Bonnie shifted his position on the couch, a hand on the side of his face as he thought. What was wrong with him? Why did it keep happening so much?

The bunny wanted to get to the bottom of this.

...

It had been nearly two months. Spring Bonnie would’ve loved to be visiting with Ralpho—the rabbit was so nice—but he couldn’t. For some time, he hadn’t seen the rabbit.

Where was he? Had something happened?

Spring Bonnie was laying out on the couch, vaguely paying attention to the rom-com that was playing. He’d seen this one countless times—this was the eighteenth one, if he remembered correctly.

During the couple of times that Ralpho had been to the house, Spring Bonnie had gotten to watch some films with him—some that Oswald had suggested, while others were typically rom-coms.

Ralpho seemed to enjoy them enough, which made the bunny happy. He’d made a mental note to invite Ralpho over so that the two of them and Jackie could try to watch something together. That hadn’t happened yet, though.

For some time, he hadn’t thought too much of Ralpho being around—he figured the rabbit was simply busy. And maybe he still was. Whether the two were purposefully looking for each other, or it happened all of a sudden, it was always easy to find the rabbit.

Now that the rabbit knew where the house was, it was somewhat more easier for everything to happen.

Although, the bunny hadn’t managed to spot Ralpho at all in over two months. A part of Spring Bonnie didn’t want to be too worried—since he still figured that the rabbit could be busy—but another part felt worried—what if something happened?

He hoped he’d see the rabbit again—he missed him.

...

Oswald stepped out of the school doors, managing to slip past Dylan, who he had heard mention his name, although he hadn’t seemed to have noticed him.

He knew his dad was going to be a little late picking him up from school today, so the boy was going to have to wait for a bit.

Just as he was about to reach into his bag, planning on simply drawing while waiting, Oswald glanced to the right of him, and noticed something. Or, well, someone.

A familiar orange rabbit. He seemed to be wandering, but Oswald knew that the rabbit knew his way around this area—a couple of times, Ralpho had actually accompanied Spring Bonnie in picking him up.

Ralpho looked around, before his eyes fell onto Oswald. The rabbit approached him. While others were somewhat surprised to see him, others had gotten used to seeing both the orange rabbit and the fatherly bunny around town.

Once he reached Oswald, the rabbit knelt a little. “Heya, Oz!” Ralpho smiled, “Good to see ya! I was wondering, is Spring gonna be t-“

“No,” Oswald interrupted as he noticed his dad’s car starting to approach. “But you should come with us, I think. Please?”

...

Spring Bonnie had just gotten finished with vacuuming when his son and Thomas returned. He gave a little wave to Oswald when the boy entered, and went to feed Jinx.

A few seconds had passed, before he heard a knocking sound coming from the front door. Tilting his head, the bunny approached after setting the vacuum down, and opened it.

He stared, starting to feel his tail wag, although he barely paid that attention—instead, it was put onto the orange rabbit that was standing there.

“Hey, Spring!” Ralpho waved with a grin, and the bunny saw a movement behind him for a second—his best guess was that the rabbit’s tail was doing the same.

“Sorry that I- huh-?” The rabbit had started to continue, only for him to be pulled into a hug by the bunny—it was a rather gentle one, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. He could feel his feet leave the ground, though.

“Aw... you missed me that much, Spring?” Ralpho giggled, a faint blush appearing, and despite his surprise from being lifted off the ground, returned the hug. Both of their tail’s continued to wag.

As the bunny nodded, Ralpho moved his head, lowering his ears as he rested it underneath Spring Bonnie’s chin.

...

The two of them were sitting on the couch, Spring Bonnie having chosen to play a rom-com that he figured Ralpho would enjoy.

As Spring Bonnie lay against the back of the couch, Ralpho was sprawled out, part of him laying in the bunny’s lap—who didn’t seem to mind.

“What happened?”

As the notepad containing the words was placed back beside the bunny, Ralpho sighed. “Wellll, I... probably should’ve told you before I left,” He’d forgotten, “But I went back to Camp Etenia! I managed to get back there... just to see it again for a while.”

“The place you originally worked at?”

Ralpho nodded. “Where I would do a Bunny Call, yeah,” He nodded. “I guess I just missed it, Spring. I worked there for so long, but... I guess it was also like... my home, too.”

“I still don’t understand why it even closed,” The rabbit quietly added.

Scribbling. The rabbit looked back up when he saw something in front of him. “More stories from time there?” Then, he added, “I like hearing your stories.”

Ralpho grinned. Then, he nodded. “Sure!”

...

Jackie was in the middle of handing Oswald his breakfast when the bunny entered the kitchen. He seemed nervous. “I think I’m getting more sick.”

“What makes you say that?” The nurse questioned, setting the plate down in front of her son, who was more focused on the bunny at the moment.

“Getting worse... the symptoms. More things.”

Jackie set the bunny down in one of the kitchen table’s chairs. “Why don’t you tell me these symptoms?”

With a nod, Spring Bonnie began writing everything down—what he’d been feeling, what had been going on, everything. Jackie and Oswald didn’t say anything yet.

After he finished writing everything, Jackie and Oswald looked at it all in silence. Spring Bonnie nervously waited, staring down at the table, as one of his fingers tapped against it.

“Spring Bonnie..” He heard Jackie, and looked back at her. And once he did, he noticed how she was smiling—Oswald was, too. “None of this is because you’re sick.”

Spring Bonnie tilted his head to the side.

“It’s because you’re in love!”

“You have a crush on him!”

The bunny blinked, his ears going up. He was already rather hot, but he felt himself start to heat up further.

...

It was just Spring Bonnie in the house—besides Jinx. Thomas and Jackie were off at work, while Oswald had been dropped off at school a couple of hours ago.

He was pacing around. He was in love? He had a crush on Ralpho? What was he going to do? Should he tell the rabbit? How should he tell him? Would it go well?

The bunny groaned.

...

Over the next week, Spring Bonnie continued to think it all over. The bunny had never had a crush before. He’d seen a lot of rom-coms, and the confessions and such in those always seemed... so easy.

As the bunny continued to think, he felt someone tap his shoulder, and he nearly jumped. He turned, looking at Ralpho, who was standing in the grass beside him.

The bunny tilted his head as the rabbit pointed up at the night sky, grinning. “Ever heard of constellations, Spring?”

Spring Bonnie nodded, trying to look exactly where Ralpho was pointing.

“I think that one looks like you.”

...

Spring Bonnie had made up his mind on what he had wanted to do. Although, he’d nearly forgotten to actually suggest the idea to Ralpho—remembering right before he left.

He reached over towards the rabbit, who was turning away—and as he tapped Ralpho’s shoulder, he turned back around. “Hm?”

“Want to go to the park later? When it gets a little darker—that’s always nice.”

Ralpho, almost instantly, nodded. “Yeah, ‘course! It is.” He agreed, before turning back around. “See ya later, Spring!”

Spring Bonnie watched as he left, before letting out a breath that he didn’t need, nor did he realize that he’d been holding in. That was at least one part he managed to do.

Now, there were a few more things that he needed to do before they met up...

...

Ralpho silently chuckled to himself, grinning as he separated from the bunny. He had an idea.

...

“I’m sure you’ll find something here, Spring Bonnie,” Oswald assured him as the two entered the little store, patting the side of the nervous bunny’s arm.

Spring Bonnie began to search, and so did Oswald, helping him out further. It didn’t take that long for the two of them to find something rather nice: flowers.

Oswald silently left as the bunny began to look around, needing to do something real quick.

...

When the boy eventually returned into the main area of the little building, he spotted Spring Bonnie by the doors, holding something—which he seemed to have already bought.

“What do you got?”

Spring Bonnie held it out for Oswald to see—he had flowers, decently sized ones. A few of them were red, a few were orange, and the last few were a shade of blue.

On the side, was a somewhat big ribbon with the words: “I love you.” followed with a heart.

Oswald nodded. “I think he’ll like this.”

...

Spring Bonnie was standing in front of a tree, waiting for Ralpho to arrive—all while he kept the flowers behind his back.

Although Jackie and Thomas weren’t here, Oswald was. He was somewhat far away, but still close enough to see and hear what would play out.

“Spring!” He heard a familiar voice approaching, and he looked around. He felt his tail wag.

He turned, and spotted the orange rabbit. The bunny met up with him half-way, but still kept the flowers behind his back.

Ralpho glanced up at the sky for a moment, and so did Spring Bonnie. “You know,” He smiled, “All of that’s always been pretty beautiful...”

Spring Bonnie shut his eyes for a moment. It’ll be okay. The bunny took out the flowers from behind his back, and held them out in front of the rabbit.

...

Ralpho’s grin was growing as he looked back down, refocusing on the bunny in front of him. “Which, actually, reminds m-“

Ralpho stared, feeling his ears go up. He could hear a gasp escape him as he stared at the flowers, and he had to hold in a laugh of surprise.

For the entire day, the rabbit had been planning a little (more like a rather long) speech, that he had wanted to use to tell Spring Bonnie how he felt. He hadn’t been too certain on how the bunny felt.

He’d been planning on confessing—the rabbit had planned a good amount of things—but it seemed as if the bunny had beat him to it... not that he hated that fact, though.

As Ralpho stared at all of the flowers, he found himself staring at the orange and blue ones—they reminded him of himself. Smiling, he looked back up at Spring Bonnie, who was nervously waiting.

“Aw, Spring...!” He leaped, wrapping his arms around Spring Bonnie—who quickly wrapped his own arms around the orange rabbit—still holding onto the flowers. The two’s noses were touching.

“I love you, too!”

Spring Bonnie smiled, gently staring at the rabbit that he was hugging—feeling his tail beginning to wag once again. He felt so much relief and happiness.

Ralpho pressed his lips gently against one of the bunny’s cheeks—and Spring Bonnie could feel himself start to heat up again.

The bunny was so glad to have met Ralpho.

[isa-beenme]

Hi! I really enjoyed the story of Helion you wrote. I would ask you if you could write more of his stories when you have time and inspiration. Thank you!

Inspiration I had since you sent the request, time on the other hand I just had now 😀🔫

I honestly wished I could get money from this and never go to college again (I love what I study, don't get me wrong, but OH GODS how tiring it is)

Anyway, sweet Helion coming to rescue my mental health, this is actually from the same universe as this one but isn't necessarily a continuation

Also, I don't know why, but braids match Day Court's aesthetic SO MUCH, any kind of braid, honestly, and I love them for that

Serendipity

The day started hot, and you felt even hotter every day your pregnancy advanced. Now in a sense of feeling sexy, more like overheating. You spent some vacation days in Night Court during their lovely winter, the cold definitely helping your morning sickness, during spring break you enjoyed it very much in your own Court, all the fruits and veggies that only your home could provide you. And then summer came. And now you felt like a pudding melting under the sun.

Luckily another reason for you to love your Court appeared during this time: the clothes. Everything was so light and soft that honestly made you love your home even more. You woke up sweating with Helion's arms around you and quickly took a shower to free yourself from the droplets of sweat. You chose one of the many robes in light shiny colors to put it on, your belly, almost eight months in, looked pretty and roundy on the dresses, making you even happier.

Even if you weren't born part of the royalty you could swear you were glowing. You put your hair in two big braids and tied them up in your head, making a crown which made your face show up more. All of that time took your husband to only wake up and change his clothes. You made him sit between your legs in bed while you braid his hair and he played with the hem of your dress.

-You're ready for today? - Asked you once you finished, kissing the top of his head.

-What do we have today? - Honestly could be anything, your mind hasn't been the same since the pregnancy.

-Lucien is here - He announced, as if it would tell you everything you needed to know.

-Oh? For what? - Your dearest son has been coming in and out to Court for literally everything. You didn't feel like working? He covered you. You and Helion were on vacation? He brings all his friends and they work in command for a while. Another commemorative party? He was here to plan and make sure everything was perfect.

-Decide the baby's name? - The phrase came out in a question, and your eyes almost popped out of your face with realization.

-I forgot that - You whispered more to yourself than to him, but Helion heard somehow and laughed at you, running to hug you from behind and kiss your entire exposed neck.

-Don't worry, me and Lucien made sure to choose at least a hundred names each - His hands caressing your belly made you relax in his embrace, and you let him guide you to one of the solars in the palace where your oldest son was already expecting both of you for breakfast.

Your eyes lightened up in seconds just from the sight of the amazing table waiting for you to devour it completely. As the three of you sat around the table laden with sweets and treats, Lucien and Helion began to discuss the important matter at hand - the name of the baby you were carrying. Helion, being the father, was brimming with excitement and eager to pick the perfect name that would symbolize his love for his second child.

Helion's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he suggested names rooted in the traditions of the Day Court, tying it to their history and ancestry. Lucien, who was a blend of both Day Court and Autumn Court, chimed in with suggestions that would embrace the uniqueness of his sibling's heritage.

And well… you were happy with the food. As you haven't prepared anything to contribute with the discussion you sat happily with the amount of good candies and fruit flavored foods at your disposal. Your pregnancy was being gentle to you and food tastes were only highlighted to you (like fruit and sweets) and the only thing you had to leave behind was some scents in your bathroom. And the heat.

The conversation was lively, and the atmosphere was filled with love and anticipation. Helion, always the smart one, spoke about the significance of names in the world, and how they often carried stories and meanings that could shape a person's destiny. Lucien shared tales from his own travel experiences, highlighting how names held a special place in everyone's minds.

As they went through a multitude of names, each one sparking excitement in Helion and Lucien's eyes, but none of them felt like "the one" just yet. You chuckled to yourself, fitting more food inside of you and feeling the baby kick as if sharing in the excitement of choosing its own name.

As the morning went on, the discussions veered into playful nicknames and endearing terms they could use for the little one. Helion suggested "Sunlight" for the way the child would light up their lives, while Lucien countered with "Moonbeam" for the glow that would guide them through the darkness. Ridiculous and corny, to say the least.

At some point of the talk, Helion and Lucien began to consider combining their own names to create a unique one for the child. "Helien" was the first suggestion, but it didn't quite feel right. Then they tried "Lucion," which seemed a bit too complicated. Or horrendous, in your words.

-Okay, so, we'll finish this with a top five girls name, and then we can start with the boys name - Lucien said, finally closing the notebook that contained a ridiculous amount of names written in it and taking a sip of his drink.

-We won't discuss boys names - You finally gave your opinion, making both of them turn their heads to you, confused at your sudden interruption.

-Darling, you said you didn't want to know the gender until the baby is born, we need to discuss and decide both - Helion spoke, bringing his hand to your tummy for the thousandth time since the conversation started.

-But I'm telling you this is a girl. I'm sure - You weren't backing down on your decision, it was a girl and no more conversation needed.

-You can't be completely sure so we'll have boys names just in case - Lucien said, only awakening a anger you didn’t know you had.

-I'm the one creating this child, okay? We've already discussed this, it's a girl - You put an end to the conversation.

-We? Who is "we"? - Your husband asked, confused since you and him never discussed gender preferences. But you had yours.

-Me and the baby, I told her that I wanted a baby girl and she agreed, being a male isn't cool and I already told her that - You said with all the confidence you could master in that moment, both males fighting to not laugh at your antics.

-But isn't it better if we have a boy name just for precaution? - Lucien tried once again, the look you gave him was enough to make him sit back in his chair and shut up.

-No! We don't need precaution, I'm telling you it's a girl - Your stress level was getting higher every time they went against your decision. You weren't completely sure, obviously. But you were sure!

-Okay then, a girl it is - Helion said, giving up on the discussion and holding you in his arms, filling your face with thousands of kisses - But if it's a boy we're gonna name him Helion the Second.

-As you wish, it'll be a girl anyway - You mumbled for yourself, internally making a note to choose a gender neutral name in the end. Just for… you know, precaution :)

[count-alucard-tepes]

Soooooo what would happen if the S/O is pregnant for the second time. Would some of their Op Hotties be over joy to have another kid or just sigh and say " Welp, this calls for a drink because not one but two kids I got to take care of now "

I remember reading you don't include Mihawk, but can you add him on this one.

Please with a cherry on top. K love ya.

Haha I’ll add him just for you this time😉

Kizaru ✨

He is over the moon that he’s having a second child, since he loves children, and always wanted to have more than one.

Akainu🌋

He’s very happy to have another child. He enjoyed having his first child, so he wouldn’t mind more kids running around his home.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He was absolutely furious that he was having a second child. He didn’t even want the first one! He is definitely getting wasted tonight.

Fujitora 🐅

He’s excited, but he’s nervous to have another child. He doesn’t know how he is for Chi would react to the second child, or if they were even ready to have a second child. Either way he was going to make it work.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He is happy as he didn’t expect to have a second child, but he is happy, nevertheless and he wants to make sure his other child gets along with the new child.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He is beyond excited. He always wanted to have more children and have a big family so this is one of the biggest and most exciting things that could happen to him again. He loves being a father.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He definitely needed a drink after the news but after a while, it does settle in that he’s going to have another child and he starts to make arrangements for arrival of the new kid.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He is beyond excited and he’s so happy that his family is finally expanding because he always wanted his child to experience having a sibling. He loves being a dad.

Killer🔪

It does take him some time to let it sink in that he’s going to be a father again because he just wanted one child, but when he does, he embraces it and and accepts it.

Kaido🐉

He is beyond excited to have more children as he always wanted a big family and is happy to give Yamato a sibling. He’s definitely drinking a lot to celebrate.

King 👑

He does get really emotional when he finds out that he’s going to be a father again and is super excited and very supportive towards his love.

Queen👑

He didn’t think he would have a second child, and it does make him a little bit nervous but after a while, he excepted and embrace is being a father again. He’s still going to party a lot and drink a lot.

Izou🔫🔫

He wasn’t sure how he felt about being a father again it was some thing he wasn’t expecting but when he does accept it, he sings back into daddy mode, and he’s genuinely happy.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He is not happy about being a father again it’s a lot of work. He couldn’t be a good father to his first child, the second towel he barely made it through and the third one he feels like it’s going to be an absolute mess, so he is generally going to be drinking a lot to help ease the blow.

Oven Charlotte 🍞

He’s excited to be a father again as he comes from a huge family and wants to have a big family of his own. He still going to drink a lot of to celebrate though.

Buggy🤡

It does worry him that he might not be a good father again, and it stresses him out of it but after a while, he does accept that he’s going to be a father again and it makes him happy that he has his own little family

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He is beyond excited that his family is expanding and cannot stop celebrating. It’s the best thing that happened to him and he loves every minute of it.

Dracule Mihawk⚔️

He is indifferent about having a second child but is supportive towards his partner, and will make sure he tries to be the best father he can be.

[wanderlustmagician]

12 & 14 🔫

At water gun point? Oh nooo 🫨

12. What inspired [work posted this past year]?

You didn’t specify sooo I’ll do both my current ongoing AUs.

For Everything but Blood I got a severe case of ‘I can do that’ after reading a bunch of Modern AU fics for LU and then set out to do so. I also had the mental image of a car going through a portal and how disorienting and interesting that would be later, which further cemented the idea.

Now with Cataclysmic that’s a little different. I randomly came up with the mental image of Sky standing in the Spring of Courage, losing his absolute shit at Farore, with an unconscious Twi laying on the alter. With Sky causing lightning to go nuts all around him. Then it was Begrudging Apothecary Twi in the same views of that image… it spiraled from there. I asked myself why so much it became an AU from there.

14. Give us a sneak peek of one of your upcoming works!

I’ll do another one from the same work that I did for Cheeto’s ( @hotcheetohatredwastaken ) from. So these are heavily unfinished drabbles. A lot of times when I write, I’m busting out an image or scene in my head as fast as I can get the words out so I have it down somewhere. It’s why I have nearly 300 notes on my phone of just fanfiction ideas. Later I go in on my tablet and I expand them, clean them up. So these are still very rough, exactly how they were when I was just trying to get the idea OUT. With this particular work, I’m exploring some different concepts… like leaning into Twi being Time’s descendant and also giving Time some very human flaws, leaning into some differing back stories, etc. I have some fun ideas for this one.

“St-op… that.” Twi grumbles at him, pushing a little more to move. Sky lets him this time, mostly curious to see what happens. “S mornin’ right?” He turns his face into Sky’s shoulder to yawn before pushing up.

“It is.” He observes the way Twi’s eyes don’t seem fully aware and how sluggishly he’s moving. “But I don’t think we should try and move just yet.” He doesn’t say anything about his suspicions of a fever or how the other needs the rest. Last night was an eye opener for the other’s anxieties.

Instead he says, “We don’t know what direction a town is in and we don’t know where the others are, it would be smarter to stay put. Especially while injured.” The other flinches and Sky moves his hand to rub Twi’s back at that. He’s pleased to see that he doesn’t flinch again or move away. “The other’s will have an easier time finding us if we stay here.”

Twi doesn’t say anything for a moment, just nods before swinging his head to look Sky in the eye. (It doesn’t last, but eye contact with any of them rarely does. Sky’s partial to his own eye color. It’s a pretty blue, the color of the sky. A bright, cheery blue. However, he finds he’s partial to some of the other’s eye colors as well. Twi’s are probably his favorite of his blue eyed brothers. Bright, deep blue eyes, like the night sky when there is no moon and it’s only the stars lighting it up. Hyrule’s hazel, Legend’s violet, Four’s grey… all wonderful and beautiful in their own ways, but he likes Twi’s the best still. He wonders if he’s biased because he’s been so focused on the other? Nah.) His eyes slide away to look over his shoulder. “I… ‘m sorry for-“

Time to stop that. “Nope! Apologies not accepted.” That gets him a flinch, shoulders trying to curl inward, disappointment failing to be hidden from his face. Stopping that too. “You don’t need to apologize for wanting comfort. We’re brothers,” Sky smiles, catching his eyes and holding them for as long as he can. “I was happy to be able to be here to give it to you and in the future, I’ll be just as happy to. Just like, I’ll worry about you regardless of if you want me to or not.”

It gets him more tears and gets Twi more hugs. Sky makes him drink water before cuddling up next to him again. They talk through it, the abandonment they’ve both been through… the skin hunger… the loneliness. Twi’s bundled back up against him again when the thought occurs to him.

“You know… Warriors said in the beginning that it was like we’re twins, cause we’re so close in age.” Twi hums, eyes closed. “We could just lean into it? They’d all probably be thrown for a loop and Wars would hate it.”

Twi snickers sleepily. “He’ll think we’s scheming sumthin’ alla time.” Sky mulls over the reply, his accent, the way he sleepily rubs his nose into Sky’s shoulder… decides he likes the way his natural accent sounds and runs his fingers carefully across the other’s cheek.

“He’ll think that ‘nyways.” He hums, rocking them until the other is sleep heavy and smiles.

[a-writers-blurbs]

Curiosity Killed... The Dog?

See end for preview...

So this week's update is almost done. Unfortunately, next week's update may be a little late. I'm in the process of switching jobs after being forced to deal with some... unacceptable & at times illegal things at my previous job.

I'm going from getting home at 4am to going into work at 4am. And since I'm still getting better job offers, there's a possibility I may not stay at my rebound job. It's not something I think I'll enjoy doing long term. So it'll possibly be yet another schedule change.

Needless to say, my brain is not braining.

On top of that, my roof is being redone, my attic being rebuilt, & insulation put in my house this week. The workers are awesome, but they were here 14 hours a day ahead of schedule so I'm exhausted. 🙃

That's not including the random stressers this week...

2 of my kids are in high school. Yesterday there was a 💣 threat. Today there was an active 🔫 threat. (Everyone is safe & no threat was found)

I had a double blow out the day before my youngest son's birthday, causing us to have to delay celebrating till idk when because I had to fix my car.

My husband's dog (who's already old and sick) got a REALLY nasty skin tear right on his spine that we think caused nerve damage. So we now have to get the money together to get him put down, per vet recommendations (we've seen 4).

BUT on a good note...

My son, who's never played baseball in his life, made the freshman varsity baseball team!! (I'm so happy for him but the price tag is worse than football was 🤦)

So ya... All in all, I've got a LOT going on. The goal is to get Choices pt 2 up on Saturday, then the other two chapters updated in two weeks. Here's a sneak peek at the next chapter!!!

~~Preview~~

While the children continued to discuss their growing worries, a sudden shift in the wind caught Sesshomaru's attention. It was an unnatural shift that made him narrow his eyes in contemplation. After a few minutes of focusing his senses he heard it.

The Mikos screams.

Without a word, Sesshomaru stood and rushed toward the bone eaters well. The scent of the Miko's blood began to waift through the air and Sesshomaru let out a growl of irritation.

He should've gone and waited at the well. He KNEW Inuyasha was unreliable and that once he took off, he probably wouldn't show back up on time. He KNEW the Miko had just as many enemies as she has friends. Enemies that would seize the chance to catch her alone and off guard. Not only was her life in danger, her secret could be exposed! Sesshomaru wasn't so naive to dismiss the possibility of devastating consequences should someone learn of her true origins. The chaos that would ensue should time travel be proven a reality was unimaginable.

He had to hurry. He needed to set things right. It was his fault she was in trouble because he stupidly depended on the half-breed to keep his word. After what felt like an eternity, but was more likely two or three minutes, he made it to the clearing. He knew he needed to be prepared for the Miko to be injured... But what he saw as he walked through the trees had him seeing red.

[blupengu]

Oh… my god… I’ve been emotionally devastated by Le Salut 😂

Rambling and spoilers under the cut as usual! Still haven’t done any of the salvation ends though so no worries about those, not sure if I’ll make one post for all of them or reblog my individual posts from each route lmao

Wow this route was CHONKY Jesus! I guess my biggest initial thoughts after playing are:

1) I am boo boo the fool… cannot believe we were betrayed by Dahut like that… the signs were there but I dismissed because he was best (adult) boy and I loved him… to quote my other post: “Any time Dahut shows up now I’m like OH THANK GOD someone who doesn’t need therapy” 🤡 never before have I been so utterly devastated by a character’s betrayal 💀

And 2) Ankou being Adolphe punched me in the gut, stole my purse, and kicked my dog, I was thinking there had to be time travel or multiverse shenanigans but not like that… (I love Ankou but tbh Adolphe is just kinda, meh to me? So I’m conflicted…) Though the real kicker was the fact that HE WAS AMERICAN THIS WHOLE TIME HELL, YEAH USA!! USA!! USA!! 🔫 (LOL sorry jkjk… but no really when he pulled out a fucking gun I busted out laughing, bitch why did you not use this earlier 😂)

But anyways, back to the route itself! I very much loved the character interactions we got with Ceres, Adolphe, and Ankou! Very cute, very wholesome, and Ankou in lounge wear…? *chef’s kiss* 👀 Although this is when I noticed that they both had such shiny blue earrings… maybe in my heart I knew all along… I also still love the friendship between Nadia and Dahut… 😔 and Ankou meeting Yves was so sweet!(even though knowing the truth now makes it… oof in hindsight) but good to know we all support Yves being with Ceres 😂

This route kinda turned me off Salome though? Like yandere tendencies aside, in every other route she was just the loving, maybe a bit overprotective milf (yeah I said it fight me) with a complicated and tragic past… but damn really was not a fan of her actually being the queen and Dahut’s mom. Kinda mad she killed him in the end 😬 (also, my god the teenage pregnancies must be wild in this country)

Also I am SO. SICK. OF CAPUCINE!! PLEASE STOP SHOWING UP AND BEING CREEPY TOWARDS NADIA AND A DICK TO LUCAS!! Him, the Royal family, and honestly the vast majority of the people in Arpechele suck major donkey balls oh my god. Y’know what I kinda support Dahut’s plan to just burn the country to the ground, we stan a short king 👑

… is it bad though that Capucine’s kinda grown on me? LOL, like I still hate his guts (thank you Scien our god for blowing him up) but it’s kinda hilarious watching him when things don’t go his way 😂 idk if I find him a kind of well written villain or if I have Stockholm syndrome after we’ve been forced to see him in every route 💀

Jean on the other hand! I am so happy that my evil hot butler turned into a reluctant ally in this route!! The bit where he and Mathis had to help Scien was very super cute, and poor sweet Mathis you are so forgiving, you deserve so much better, I hope Jean treats you nicer 😔 I respect his one-track mind for Rosalie though, man has a mission to get his wife back and by god he’s not gonna let anything stop him lmao 🫡

Gotta say though, I don’t remember exactly what triggered this but I just remember thinking, “oh more science to ignore!” So, yeah it… did not get better lmao. Like, some hand-wavey science is fine for world building and stuff, but when your plot hinges on the science and details, it’s really gotta have a more solid foundation than this. It’s not even nitpicking, it really doesn’t make sense if you think about it for more than one second 😂

Ngl I kinda wish that they had kept the supernatural aspect (not just because I’m not super keen on Ankou being Adolphe…), it would’ve made the nonsensical science easier to digest so they wouldn’t have been forced to explain everything away. Like, if it’s all grounded in reality, answer me this game! How did Ankou regenerate HIS CLOTHES after being just a HEAD IN A JAR??? 💀 the censoring was also kinda weird… like okay sure it’s all scientific but what, “the world” won’t let Ankou talk about specific things Adolphe doesn’t know yet?? Sure……. 😐

Although, no magic does make Ankou’s “vanishing” kinda hilarious since it meant he really did have to just run and hide behind whatever he could find. Like that’s inching towards JJBA part 3 DIO stopping time and carrying polnareff two steps down the staircase just to fuck with him levels of petty and dramatic LOL, but also have you seen how long and flowy this man’s hair and clothes are, Ceres how did you not notice?? Girl is you dumb??? 😂

Also I find adolphe being 25 while Ceres is 18 a little bit sus, and I’m really not a fan of the “big brother” figure becoming a love interest trope (I know they’re not blood related but still 😬). If Ankou had actually been a supernatural entity that was hundreds of years old, I would’ve been totally fine with that lmao, but him being Adolphe?? Mmmmm… mmmm unfortunately that’s a no from me, damn I’m actually kinda disappointed, just gonna make up something in my head and pretend that fact doesn’t exist 😔

I LOVE that all our boys + Jean(LOL) banded together in this route though!! Seeing them all alive made me so relieved oh my god 😭 wish we got a little bit more Lucas (yes I’m biased) but I get it, he’s too OP lmao, they literally had to nerf him with incurable anime disease before the game even started or else he’d be too much of a threat 💀

OH I FORGOT ABOUT HUGO LMAO, thanks for helping too, bud! I’m so glad you realize how Yvesexual you are in this final route!! 😂

Okay. I think that’s all the word vomit I have… tldr; Dahut is a short king, Salome kinda sucks to me, Ankou still >>> Adolphe (sorry Adolphe fans) and I wish there actually was a supernatural aspect, loved the squad of my boys + Jean helping out!

My personal character rankings now are Lucas > Jean(I know he’s not an LI just let me be delusional💀) > Ankou (took a hit being Adolphe but he’s so pretty it makes up for it) > Yves > Scien = Mathis > Adolphe

I’m still emotionally devastated but I’ll probably do the rest of the despair ends today and then all the salvation ends tomorrow/the day after depending on how long they take… I think I’ll just squeeze them all into one ramble lmao

Hoooo boy this was a doozy, still love the game despite my complaints, looking forward to being destroyed again by the salvation ends (I just know Lucas’s is gonna suck) 😂

[raamitsu]

As always thank you for the jjk manga leaks/posts! 💛 and thank you for asking us folks about our feelings.

"how is everyone today?" - feel like sht in general

"is something good/bad happened?" Good - i met one of my former teachers accidentally and i was happy to see her. Bad - i was at the dentist and i have cavity in several teeth, one of them is serious (somehow i always manage to harm my teeth) so it felt pretty bad

"did you manage to handle your day?" - barely.

"do you have faith in Gojo Satoru's resurrection?" - knowing that he died with a smile on his face and he was satisfied, i try to find peace in this. Though it's pretty hard to let him go and i'm grieving, my heart hurts so much for him. I don't have faith in his resurrection. Or dunno. Maybe another day i will feel different in this matter.

I return these questions to you if you feel like answering i would be happy to hear from you. Blessings! 💛

It's my pleasure to share bits of my illegal contribution and it's no big deal at all! I felt worried with the fandom's condition especially the most affected stans due to the recent JJK chapter.

I understood the pain you're going through in your second answers so much 😭 I used to have this problem since high school and it got me wondering what did I do that they started to get so damaging... There's so much "whys" in my head I feel like crying lmao. Here's a hug for you, my friend 🫂 I wish your days is full of happiness and peace! Hopefully everything goes well for you! Take care of yourself and stay safe too!

About Gojo... yeah I kinda feel like that but there were times whenever people continued with references and made it as a form of theory or analysis, not gonna lie it restored a bit of hope in me. What bugs me is that - if I don't have faith in his return, I'll be deemed as "loser" but if I keep hoping for it, I'll look like a whole circus 🫠 Gege's name sounds punchable at this point.

Thank you and I appreciate your efforts for answering my questions 🙏🏼✨ Bless you 🤍

As for me:

I successfully went through the day, although it was a bit tiring.

So far, so good. I dunno why but yesterday the atmosphere felt a little bit lighter. The weather nowadays can be unpredictable but I'd still the love cold waterfall days.

It's impossible to handle my life now lmao but I'll attempt to find a way.

I wanted to believe that his ressurection felt out of place cuz how will Gege come up with something even better than his death? But I wanted to believe in it as well... it's complicated 😀🔫

[ghoulsister1]

Marc Warren Characters & Their Reaction To You Owning Squishmallows/Squishables Part 1.

🔫Clint (Bring Me The Head Of Mavis Davis)🔫

●Is not too shocked. "Girls like that soft, cutesy stuff" is what Clint's thought is. I mean, he's not wrong. So it's no biggie to him, no matter how big or small your collection is.🩵

●If he's sleeping over with you, he'll try and not knock them off the bed if they are on there. If he does, he quickly picks it up and puts it closer to you or just holds on to it as he sleeps.🥰

●Eventually ends up cuddling it and admits that he likes how soft they are. Good for any aches he has if he had to jump around or doing some stunts on the job.☺️

●You eventually give him a Squishmallow as a gift. The Squishmallow is Leon The Monster. Clint loves it and even takes it out on jobs with him for a bit of company.

●Clint of course buys you more of the soft plushies.🥰

●He loves seeing the smile you have when he brings him a new Squishmallow/Squishable to the ever growing plushie family.😊

●This hitman may be a little crazy but he's softy at heart. I mean, Leon The Monster Squishmallow is considered his best mate in his eyes. 🩵

🗡Jonathan Teatime (Hogfather)🗡

●"Did the Hogfather gift you half of these?" Is Jonathan Teatime's question upon seeing the large collection of soft squish plushies. 🖤

●He's not weirded out by it. I mean, it's Jonathan Teatime we are talking about! I think we know what he's like!🤪

●May "accidentally" cut one of the plushies during his knife practices. Which of course is unacceptable and you do scold him for it. 😡

●Gets sulky over it. "I didn't mean to" is his response. Does try to either fix the cut with stitching or gets a proper experienced fixer to fix it. Will apologise if he really cares for you. 🖤

●Does buy you some, especially for your birthday or whenever he's out doing errands or assassinating, he usually returns home to you with one.🥰

●Does eventually get one himself. For a Squishmallow, he has Otto The Grim Reaper. For a Squishable, it's an Undead Unicorn. 🦄

●Don't expect him to share his beloved plushies though. The man is in touch with his inner child after all, expect him to be pouty if you take his plushies for a quick cuddle without asking!😠

⛓️Joey (Hellraiser: Deader)⛓️

●Finds it strange but more in a curious way. Does ask questions, you know to understand more about it.🤔

●Doesn't think much of them. "Yeah, they're cool I guess" is Joey's comment on them. Nothing more. Sorry.

●Will knock some off the bed if sleeping over. Says it's "too crowded" or "too hot" due to how soft and plush they are. 😕

●Pouts when you pick them up again.😏

●You talked to one of your plushies one time and Joey saw it. Now Joey sometimes looks at the plushies as if they are listening in on his comments about them. 🫢

●Does buy you one from time to time though despite his hesitation with them. Just comes in, holds out the plushie and just says "Here. It's for you". You of course squeal and hug him, which he plays off coolly but deep down is happy he made you smile. 😊

●Doesn't really buy one himself. But you get him one, a Squishmallow Squish-Doo Cheetah, because of it's cool hairstyle so it would fit Joey since he has a unique hairstyle too.☺️

💸Danny Blue (Hustle💸)

●Looks at the plushie collection with a confused look, does ask questions but after all that, he's alright with it.

●Will knock some of them off the bed but will feign picking them up only to drop them again when you turn over in bed and you're not looking. Cheeky!🤭

●However he does place them back on the bed in the morning for you. Sweet!☺️

●However, he does have a soft spot for your dog Squishmallows/Squishables though. I mean, he's obviously a dog person.🐶

●Cuddles with Reginald the Hug Me Squishmallow in bed or on the couch when he has a nap. Will literally take one from your collection and just hoard it for a while.💙

●One time he used one in a con and got worried when he thought he left it somewhere in the city but thankfully Stacey placed the plush in the backpack he was carrying, knowing you'd be upset if it was lost. Danny was grateful for Stacey doing that.😅

●Any money left from a con will go to a jar in the bedroom for shopping days and of course plushies, particularly hard to get ones so online ordering is required.💷

●Gets a big boost when he finds a Squishmallow named Danny and takes him home to give you. "Now Danny Jr. Will keep you company while I'm out on a con love" were his words, making you giggle. Expect him to tell Mickey and the Gang about the Squishmallow that shares his name.😏

●Will get a Squishmallow that shares your name so Danny Squishmallow has a Y/N Squishmallow too. Awww!🥰

🪖Albert Blithe (Band Of Brothers)🪖

●This soft man is impressed by your collection! He loves how you picked each plushie out, creating a cute gorgeous squad of dark, pastel and bright colours.🌈

●Is drawn to the cute hedgehog Squishmallow with pastel coloured fluff on the back. Loves that one.🩷

●If sleeping over, he will cuddle some of them in his sleep and holds them so they don't fall off the bed. He understands how much they mean to you as a source of comfort. Hell, he finds comfort in them too!🥰

●Will take one or two to cuddle with when napping!😉

●Loves getting to know each plushies name, particularly if they are Squishmallows. If they are Squishables, sometimes he'll name one or two himself. Like "Sergeant Cuddles" or "Major Snugs".🥰

●Is also protective of them, no rough housing is allowed with the plushies.💥

●Any damage the plushies get, he will take care of them by stitching and patching them up. He's good at sewing and stitching so it's no problem for him to fix up your beloved plushies🏥

●Will buy himself one and happily shows the plushie to you and shares it. If it's a Squishmallow, he will have Ziv the Sugar Glider. If it's a Squishable, he'll have the Fluffy Lunar Moth.🤍

🩷Stay tuned for Part 2!🩷

[rarely-is-creator-iza]

It's Introduction Time!

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I'M BACK!!! >:D

Hello everyone! Welcome to my blog! My name is Iza, but you can call me Creator! You may know me as Rarely, but you can still call me that if you want too (I prefer Creator even more hehe 🤭).

ALSO! I have my own fandom here in this blog called the Euphoria Crew! My favourite ever Creation! Soooo...I have a few rules for them, aswell as their appearances and biography, I also have my biography too! (I'll post it later!)

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General Information:

Age: 14 (MINOR!!)

Pronouns: She/Her

Nationality: Filipino! 🇵🇭

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[mekanikaltrifle]

(collision), (shaved ice) and (pistol) for Juniper? or (lightbulb), (open book) and (crayon) for Andrea? love these two

I may need to do these all or as close as I can without giving away crucial lore details on Andrea anyway (until the players know more, I can't share too much about her... but when they get there you'll get to see more!)

As ever, it's gonna be a long one! I love to write :)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Juniper is a tricky one emotionally. In her younger years, she was terrified and sick all the time, and honestly had trouble coping with contentment and quiet. Any time where thingns felt like they were going okay were the times she'd get the most tangled up about; she'd work herself up into a near vomit-inducing horror worrying about something she couldn't see coming, because if things were quiet that means there's something going wrong she isn't seeing, right?

These days, I think she still is wary of contentment, happiness and quiet. Sure she looks calm, and she is, after a fashion. But the fear from her earlier days informed her work now and in some ways she can't pretend that skinny, shaking girl of years before isn't still her... just very well hidden now.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

She doesn't have anything left from her childhood at all. In fact anything that isn't to do with the hunter life is all basically gone now. The lack of it is significant to her though, as her childhood was not a kind one and her parents very cruel in their judgment. They didn't like that their one and only child was never going to bear them children and couldn't live in a god-fearing way, that she was defying them and their future by being gay. No amount of conversion therapy could 'convince' their seemingly-rebellious girl into being 'normal' and just giving a 'normal life' a chance.

Hardly a day goes by she isn't glad she never has to talk to the Lenoirs again, but it's always important never to get herself on national news... just in case.

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

This is where June might consider herself kinda dumb. She's loyal as a goddamn dog most of the time, though her trust is hard to earn. this isn't out of idealism however, but out of a deep, borderline unnerving desire for people to be inherently good in some way. It's not that believing this is wrong, but there's something about this faith that is a shadow cast by a much bigger assertion about people and the world, and a much nastier one at that.

She's managed to avoid backstabbings ever being truly near-fatal, and her trust has usually been well placed on the occasion she'd give it, but there have been times she's considered herself a traitor in a way despite her leaving being objectively a good thing-- most notably fleeing Los Angeles in 2004 after working with the Society of Leopold for a bit.

The scenario was messy, and she was very young and very unwell. She shouldn't have been held to such a standard by the Inquisitors, nor be working with them as they were significantly damaging to her and everything around them. Plus, they stood for and fought under the banner of, a religion she'd been raised in which hurt her deeply. And yet, she fled in a fight that led to several deaths which she feels responsible for, even if they were Inquisitors.

Is that a betrayal, when they were using her? She's never been sure. She doesn't look back on it and it's a mercy that the whole damn place was wiped out by a vampire in the end.

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Often she brings a creative streak to her planning that takes solid thought beforehand, but outside of the military she has never been known to think about a plan for more than a couple of days. She used to be more methodical about things, but since the Imbuing the virtue of chaos and the skill of improvisation have proved far more effective. Monsters act, she reacts. They expect retaliation now, she gives them it tomorrow. She finds a plot designed to go off next week? She hits them five minutes ago. Inconsistent in her consistency, she's a big fan of winging shit... and yet, planning ahead gives her something to soothe the furious clanging in her head.

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

Whether she liked reading before all this or not, a book is a fantastic way to pass time on a stakeout that doesn't need batteries, and even with years of getting hit by things and wounded and knocked out, she's still got good eyesight, so why waste that bounty?

You're most likely to find she's ransacked your nonfiction books though, any direction that looks like a good timesink. Aviation, horticulture, political speculation, natural history, even baking cookbooks she'll thumb through for amusement.

If she dislikes genre fiction she doesn't say anything. It must not be relevant to her day to day life.

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

Good question!

I've no idea what I, a 28 year old comic artist postgrad could say to a 43 year old imbued ex-marine that wouldn't come off a bit... naive.

However, I think I would tell her that it's not going to kill her to take a fucking break, and maybe also a shower?

Cant see that going over well though. :D

[ooc-miqojak]

🔫 Would they ever sacrifice someone in order to save their own life? 😡 What would someone have to make them lash out in violent anger? 🎵 If they were going to torture someone, what music would they play while they did it?

Horrific Headcanons Pt 2

🔫 Would they ever sacrifice someone in order to save their own life?

"I mean...when I was first free from the demon's bonds, still new to my... 'altered' existence, I definitely sacrificed the soul of a stray, smitten warlock in order to exact some spiteful revenge on an old friend who'd left me to rot in the clutches of said prior demon. So, would I do the same to save my own life? Absolutely - without a doubt. Now, there would be conditions, naturally - not just anyone's life is up for trade, in my opinion. There's a reason I chose a warlock's soul to sacrifice, last time. That said? No kids, and preferably some shitbag who has it coming. Just because I'm changing doesn't mean all my morals go out the window. ...Yet, anyways. That said... I'm notoriously difficult to kill these days, so... very low chance of anyone needing to worry about being sacrificed for my life." 😡 What would someone have to make them lash out in violent anger?

"Oh, now we're asking the difficult questions... I feel like I've learned to laugh at most things, rather than lash out, however. Bad things happen to good people all the time - and while I was very angry at how my life went, how goodness and devotion and loyalty meant nothing, in the end... it's all a little mad. And maddening. So why take it seriously? Nothing matters. Everything is random. But what would it take to make me lash out in anger, rather than out of the need to sustain my more demonic parts? Harming children, for one. Let the innocent keep what they have until it's time to shed as much. There is plenty of time for the shadows of the future to crush them later, anyways." Here, booted feet kick up onto a nearby table, and the lengthy woman herself melts down into her seat, to better think, it would seem. "I struggle to imagine the scenario. Most insults to my person I've grown accustomed to - one must, really, once they look 'different' in any fashion... but especially when you are changed by a magic most fear and loathe. Anymore, I just hope for a little creativity and originality in the insult." Here, there's a slow sigh, and a more direct answer, at long last, "I suppose if I had anyone with whom I were particularly close, and they were threatened, or insulted... that would do it. I've always been a defender - whether it was with the Light, or now with Fel. Some things don't change, amidst the chaos."

🎵 If they were going to torture someone, what music would they play while they did it?

How did you know I both craved and dreaded this question? I have IDEAS, but it depends on the scenario - on who is being tortured, and what for. If it's just... someone she doesn't know? Maybe she's hired to torture, or something? Probably something fun and/or something that rocks hard. (The ways I think of to explain her outlook, and warped kind of outlook these days range from 'think Unseelie Fey' to 'think Joker/Harley Quinn', but it kind of boils down to 'fuck it, have a laugh!' Chaos, and all - you can still dance in the dark.)

So why not the literal Happy Song? Her belting out the "Let's go!" - then make the torturee sing along and do the 'S-P-I-R-I-T' part? (Or else?) Ugh, yes.

[ephemeralove]

❤️🔥🔫

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

the first thing to come to mind is acts of service! katarina is practically at all times thinking of the people most important to her and the things she can do for them. as someone whose upbringing made them something of a tool, a means to an end, doing things for people is most natural to her. in devoting herself and her energy to others, she makes their lives easier, even in small or imperceptible ways. thinking of these things and doing them make her very, very happy.

at the same time, i think her service in love and her service in loyalty can look very similar -- after all, she's spent her whole live serving someone or another. while it's something that brings her happiness and can be performed in adoration, it's also not exclusive to it. if you for some reason wanted to differentiate the two (humor me HAHA), i think the key is touch! i hc that she isn't all too fond of touching others, being a bit skittish and reserved unless she knows, trusts, and loves them, in which case she craves physical affection but never asks for it. if she actually asks for or offers it, congratulations! katarina will now die for you

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

BOY DOES SHE! it's mostly katarina's mentality that's self destructive -- physically, she maintains decent shape so as to remain capable and avoid worrying others. in her head and heart, however, she is often self-derogatory. her self confidence is a work in progress, often hindered by her mental de-humanization of herself... and to a lesser extent her attachment to others eclipsing her love for herself, though this will probably balance out in time. ...slowly,

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

katarina is in sort of a weird spot with this one! honestly, she's usually the one doing the betraying, and she's not so painfully lacking in self awareness that she wouldn't consider that others could do the same. it's never not a note in the back of her mind, but it's typically shelved rather than at the forefront based on her judgement of others' character. while it isn't the same thing as her trust, her affection is painfully easy to acquire; show her any personal warmth or kindness and her attachment to you skyrockets. trust is comparatively a bit harder to earn, but with that personal affection she will definitely want to trust you, and it will still color her judgement.

at first glance it's a bit ironic, but it's incredibly hard to get her to turn her back on something or someone. even in fe12, she was willing to be killed in order to maintain her 'loyalty' to the woman who raised her. so, rather than being ironic, i think the fact that kris manages to convince her to stop fighting speaks to just how much they truly mean to her. beaming a quote into ren's head specifically: "in the end, he chose mercy. he chose love, and i was undone."

which leads into the rest of my answer: it would depend on how you look at it! her heart belongs with kris, with marth. with their archanea, their seventh platoon. she would never betray them, but conversely, she would do anything for them. they could stab her in the back if they wanted, though she knows they never would. she wouldn't hold it against them.