#drabble: enchanted

[niranutcake]

🚪There should not be a man in your closet🚪

A fanart of @screams-in-writing 's first chapter of their wonderful fic "Performance Enhancing Coffee" on AO3 :)

[starboundpix]

Oh to ride a motorcycle with Eclipse…

If you were riding on your own, you think the wind would blow you clean off the motorcycle with how fast the two of you are going—certainly nowhere close to the speed limit. But Eclipse’s chest presses against your back, firm and unwavering, and his arms cage you in, one set reaching past you to grasp the handlebars, the other set wrapping around your waist.

Your own hands rest on top of his, fingers fiddling with crimson and navy blue ones. Playing with them is subconscious; you’re held captive by the sunset, shadows lengthening around you under the orange and yellow and soft pink sky.

“You doing alright?” Eclipse asks, loud enough for you to hear through the helmet he had slipped over your head before you started your trip.

Tilting your head back, you look up at him. “I’m doing great!”

He nods, pleased. You’re a vision in the golden sunlight—eyes shining through the raised visor, bits of hair fighting to be free of the helmet, lips upturned in a brilliant grin. He immediately captures the moment, saving the file in a folder dedicated to his favorite things, which lately has been filling up with files of you.

“And you?” you ask.

The question takes him by surprise even though it shouldn’t; you’re one of the few humans that has shown genuine interest in how he feels, which is part of why he had been enchanted by you so quickly.

Eclipse properly threads his fingers with yours, making you laugh as he pulls you tighter against him. “I’m perfect,” he replies, much to your delight.

The two of you continue on your journey with the setting sun illuminating the road ahead, darkening skies following from behind, and an early evening star peering down on a lone motorcycle carrying two passengers who fill the dusk air with warm affection and laughter.

[agentstarkid]

https://creativepromptsforwriting.tumblr.com/post/666926157131890688/prompt-793

Ok but what if instead of saying it to each other, Daniel sees a picture of Queen with Ruben and he says talking to someone else.

“He brought out the smile that’s reserved for the people she loves” “how do you know?” “It’s how she smiled at me”

One Year of Enchantment Celebration! | this was a fun twist! tysm nonnie <3 hope you like it!

THERE'S NO REMEDY FOR MEMORY ✦ DR3

1.2k words | no warnings | set after nepenthe | series masterlist

The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of cicadas while the sky remained a clear, endless blue. The days have been long and hot in the farm for the past couple of weeks since the season has ended, with the landscape dotted with vibrant greenery contrasting beautifully with the sun-baked earth. 

This was his safe haven. Tucked far away from the media, the constant chaos of his fast-life, and all the people who would sit behind screens and criticize every tiny detail of his life and career. 

This was also a place where every corner held memories; ones that were like books with chapters, strong and deeply meaningful. Books that now were on a shelf—but never allowed to gather dust. 

The deck of the house bore silent testimony to the nights spent huddled together, sharing dreams, secrets and fears. Each plank seemed to hum with the energy of deep conversations, and stolen kisses. But now, those nights had vanished like the stars at dawn—just like her—, leaving behind an echo of what once was, etched into the wood and the heart of the farmhouse.

That was where you could find him most of the time—just sitting, barefoot and silent. 

See, he often found himself at war with his own mind and heart these past months. He couldn't help but be swept away by contradictory thoughts. 

On one side, the presence of her lingered in his mind. He still thought of the girl often, the memories of their time together refusing to fade. There was an unspoken truth he kept to himself, locked away in the recesses of his heart. 

On the other side, there was Heidi—sweet, kind, Heidi. He loved her, he really did and there was no doubt about it in his heart, but somehow, it didn't feel the same. The love he had for her was real, yet different, less consuming. She was his present, a comforting reality that he was grateful for, but she couldn't erase the shadow that her brightness left behind. This inner conflict gnawed at him, making the memories of the deck even more poignant and bittersweet.

Blake found him sitting on the floor, legs bent and an arm wrapped around them while the other hand held his phone, a deep frown etched across his face. The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the scene, but he seemed untouched by the summer's brightness, lost in a world of his own. 

Blake approached him, curiosity evident in his eyes, and asked, “What's got you so frowny, bro?” His voice broke through the driver's reverie, pulling him back to the present, where the weight of his thoughts momentarily lifted in the company of a friend—who's last name, ironically, was Friend.

Daniel debated between lying or telling him the truth. After a moment of hesitation, he decided he felt safe enough to share. He knew Blake would give him honest, no-bullshit advice. With a sigh, Daniel showed his manager-turned-best friend his phone, revealing a picture from a fan account. 

The screen displayed Y/N and Rúben, she was smiling up at Rúben while he had his arm wrapped around her, a matching smile on his face. The image stirred a mix of emotions in him, a stark reminder of what once was and what could never be again. Blake studied the picture, understanding the depth of Daniel's turmoil without needing to say a word.

After a moment of silence, Daniel finally spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resignation. “He brought out the smile that's reserved for the people she loves.”

Blake looked at him, a mix of curiosity and concern in his eyes. “How do you know?” he asked gently.

Daniel's gaze remained fixed on the photo, his grip tightening slightly on the phone. “It's how she smiled at me,” he replied quietly, a humorless smile gracing his face. The weight of his words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the deep connection that had once existed and the pain of seeing it shared with someone else.

Blake took a seat next to him, the deck creaking softly under his weight. He probably knew Daniel better than anyone by now, and understood his struggles. He had seen the love Daniel had for her—massive and real—but also the toll it had taken on him during a time when he was not in the best place mentally. He had been a key witness to everything from the beginning.

“Mate, that's tough,” he said, his voice low and understanding. He debated whether to ask what has been on his mind for months, but this was the best chance he was going to get, “Be real with me for a second,” he angled his face to clearly see his, “You still have feelings for her, don't ya?”

Daniel sighed deeply, leaning his head back against the deck railing. A short silence settled between them, he exhaled slowly, eyes shut as the cogs turned and turned, eventually clicking into place in his mind—It was time to speak about the truth that has been troubling him. “Yeah, I do. It's hard not to, you know?” a wistful smile ghosted over his face, “She was a huge part of my life, bro. And seeing her with someone else, happy... it just brings everything back.”

Blake nodded slowly, absorbing Daniel's words. “But you've got Heidi now,” he reminded gently.

“I know,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I care about her a lot. I love her, too. But it's different. It doesn't feel the same. Maybe it's not supposed to, but sometimes I can't help but compare.”

Blake's eyes softened with understanding. He knew why Daniel had ended things with the latina—with Sparky—, recognizing the immense strain Daniel was under at the time. But he had also witnessed the depth of Daniel's love for her and the pain she had endured when it all fell apart. 

“Love isn't always the same, Dan,” Blake said thoughtfully. “It changes, evolves. What you had with her was special, and what you have with Heidi is special in its own way. You were in a rough place when you and Sparky were together, but that doesn't mean your love for her wasn't real. And it doesn't mean what you have with Heidi isn't real, either.”

Daniel nodded, appreciating his trusted friend’s insight. “Yeah, maybe you're right. I just need to sort it all out in my head.”

Blake gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “And you will. Just take it one day at a time.”

Daniel smiled faintly, comforted by his mate's presence and understanding. “Thanks, bro.”

Blake grinned, leaning back on his hands. “Anytime, mate.” he got up from his spot, and began to head back inside. “Now, c’mon, get your ass up and let’s have a brekkie. I’m fucking starving, bro.”

He let out a chuckle, and as if on cue, his stomach growled. He could hear the faint voice of his friend complaining about having been enrolled in an early morning work out unwillingly. A faint smirk played at the corner of his lips. He breathed in a good lungful, his mind clearing as he breathed out and watched the summer breeze rustling through the trees, a reminder that life, with all its complexities, continued to move forward.

[dellephone]

immortal + choscar

Oscar knows Charles is a vampire. He isn't sure who else knows— he doesn't exactly do an incredible job of hiding it. But Oscar helps where he can. When he catches Charles standing outside the door, unable to enter without permission, Oscar offers his. Says, “You can come in with me.” Makes sure to keep it casual, so Charles doesn’t realize he knows. So he doesn’t feel threatened or panicked by Oscar. The last thing he wants is a panicked vampire on his hands.

He’s very careful to keep away from Charles in what could become a risky situation. But, well. Formula one drivers kind of thrive on adrenaline. And he’s only human, so. When they run into each other at the club, he’s. Less careful, maybe. Than sober Oscar would be.

But the lights are flashing, and the music’s loud, and his glass is full of ice. So when Charles puts a hand on his neck and leans in close to his other side to speak directly into his ear— Oscar leans in too. So he can hear him better, obviously. The music really is loud. And when Charles’ breath brushes his neck, when he opens his mouth— he asks, “Can I buy you a drink?”

Oscar doesn’t even try to shout, can only nod. When Charles pulls back, smiles at him, Oscar feels dizzy with it. He blames the atmosphere on the way he follows Charles’ without hesitation. Blames the drinks on the way he’s pulled forward into Charles’ orbit. Blames the night on the way he doesn’t want to leave.

[fluffyposting]

Tbh, if Soriku endgame, actually - something else I’d love to see in 4 or a side game post-4; is a scene paralleling the end of Enchanted when Geselle is poisoned? And true loves kiss saves the day, you know the deal. BUT LIKE. With Riku being in place of the single dad guy and Kairi in place of prince Edward(?). And obviously, Sora in place of Geselle. Like. Could you imagine what a power move that would be omfg.

[silversnowblossom]

Alhaitham steps into the kitchen and snags Kaveh’s coffee, not because he can’t get his own—the coffee maker is really only a couple feet away—but because it’s far more entertaining watching Kaveh splutter in annoyance.

“Stop stealing my coffee,” Kaveh grumbles blearily, blond hair askew, and Alhaitham’s about to roll his eyes and keep sipping at it anyway, maybe offer a scathing remark about his roommate’s typical unkemptness in the morning, but—

Instead, he finds himself saying, “okay,” his body moving to set the coffee down without any conscious input on his part. 

He’s not the only one surprised. Kaveh blinks at the coffee, then squints at Alhaitham. “Are you alright? You’re being awfully compliant today. That’s not like you.”

“I’m fine,” Alhaitham says distractedly, trying to figure out what just happened. 

“Hm. If you say so.”

-

By the end of the morning, Alhaitham has concluded two things.

One: he's under a compulsion to obey any command given to him, whether the speaker intended for it to be an order or not. 

And two: he can’t tell anyone about his condition. Not intentionally, anyway. He’s tried, with Kaveh, because as much as they bicker, there’s no one Alhaitham trusts more. He’d opened his mouth and his words lodged in his throat, unable or unwilling to escape. He’d tried to write it out, but his muscles locked, refusing to let him. 

Kaveh's just going to have to figure it out himself, he supposes. It shouldn't be too hard.

Figuring out how this happened and how to resolve it on the other hand...

Well. This is going to be a headache and a half, Alhaitham can already tell. 

[onboardsorasora]

i’m obsessed with enchanted au daniel😭😭😭😭😭😭 hes so cute 😭😭😭 his mom is worried about people taking advantage of him🥺🥺

Omgosh Anonstie I saw this ask right before bed and this all just came rising out of me. 🥺🥺 he's her precious boy. Here's a little backstory on our disney princess. I hope you like it💕💕

Part 1

Part 2

Grace always told Daniel to be careful of people and he didn't always listen. Michelle tried to look out for him but she had her own life to live, as much as she loved him– she couldn't put her life on hold to protect him.

And he didn't expect her to. He didn't know why everyone made a big deal when he would go off driving by himself, or if he'd hike in the woods at the edge of the property. He knew he was supposed to let them know where he was– that's his bad– but sometimes the call of nature was just too powerful. The bird songs on the wind were too catchy, everyone wanted to show him the new babies they all had and he….he couldn't not go.

And it was fine for a bit, he felt bad when it looked like they were scared because he ran off but young Daniel didn't know any better. Truly.

People were nice and kind to him when he was a kid, even as a knobby kneed teenager with a huge fro, big bright eyes and a too big smile.

Michelle had told him not to do it, but he thought Caleb was his best friend. And you share your secrets with best friends. He learned the hard way that things change when people find out that you're magically adept and they aren't.

He thought it was all normal interactions until he started feeling uncomfortable at school, with people cornering him and asking to do things he couldn't or wouldn't do. Demanding that he do tricks or tell the animals around to do things that could hurt themselves.

The first time he came home with bruises, Michelle threatened to beat everyone up who hurt him. Daniel smiled and told her it was fine. They rode dirt bikes in the yard until dinner, and he asked her to not tell Mom.

The second time he came home with bruises, they also came with a cut lip. Grace cried and held him close. He told her that he saved a kitten, so all was well.

She kept him closer after that and he allowed her whatever made her feel comfortable. He wanted to be free to fly like the birds or race like the horses. But he stayed close to home because he loved it so.

He fell in love once…And he didn't sing for a year.

Grace cried when he came home because it was over.

Daniel's first tattoo was a ship, sailing on the high seas. The mom and dad banners fluttered in the wind when he showed them. They glowed with his happiness.

He never left Perth, he had no reason to. He had everything he ever needed at home. But the birds were compelling and their song spoke of adventure. And he got free snacks.

Part 3

[hiraethblack22]

Fire and Ice Masterlist

(Bucky x ofc) series.

Here I am with the continuation of the story Breathe Underwater. Your responses have inspired me to write a mini-series called "Fire and Ice". However, we begin the story at the moment when our characters meet.

SUMMARY: Thirteen is a HYDRA pawn, a soldier, a spy and an assassin. A wraith. Chosen because of her powers and transformed into the perfect weapon. (enchanted!reader) What happens when her mission becomes locating and eliminating The Winter Soldier?

IMPORTANT: I won't use Y\n but the lead character will be given a name and will be a fully formed character. Set in a time where everyone is still alive and Bucky is free of the Hydra. Warnings: violence, blood, torture, and manipulation. Vulgar language. The story will contain adult content (torture, a lot of death). Probably a whole lot of Smut.

MASTERLIST:

Breathe Underwater. (HUGE SPOILERS IN THIS - don't read if you don't want spoilers!)

CHAPTER ONE: Exit Music (for a film).

CHAPTER TWO: Us and Them.

Let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged in later parts!

Disclaimer: all of my chapters will have a title with the name of a song. It has no correlation with the story, but I thought it was nice to let you all know.

[fightingthetides]

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. (for Yamamoto)

[Original] ||Accepting|| @squaletta

At first, he didn’t believe it. With the many times Squaletta has ‘died’ and then ‘come back to life,’ Yamamoto had come to be in denial about her ‘death’ for at least a week before he’d inevitably be told that she’d been found, or that she’d finished being treated in secrecy.

There was a point where Yamamoto joked that Squaletta had mastered the Addio, and made it Varia-quality. Moretti was very convincing when he pretended to be dead, but Squaletta took it to a new level.

Each time she’d always come back without fail, like the terrifying predator of the ocean, laying deep beneath the depths that humans couldn’t comfortably dive into, she’d eventually resurface and rip into her prey.

That’s how it was supposed to be.

That’s how he thought it would be- that the next he heard her name, it would be: She’d come back from apparent death and had slain the person who’s been boasting about defeating her.

Was it the case this time around? No, no it wasn’t.

Lifting a glass of whiskey, he smells the scent of the intoxicating beverage as he up at the sky. The moon was high and bright, a shinning opposition to how he felt inside. They’d gotten official word that morning that they’d finally found Squaletta and she was in fact… deceased.

Reports detailed the likely chain of events, and it was clear that she didn’t go down without a fight. She fought tooth and nail until the very end, exhausting all options available to her to come out with her life.

It seemed that she left behind some clues for someone else to find to take on the mantle of getting revenge in her stead- which was the common theory. He didn’t think it was necessarily wrong to think such a way, but he believed that a big part of it was the fact that if someone was able to kill her, then they weren’t some pushover you could underestimate.

Information was paramount to having the upper hand, and she was trying to make use of her life by giving the others that were being left behind any information that they could use to keep themselves safer.

Loyal to the Vongola, but the Varia most of all, she’d be loathe to die without leaving behind something of use. The survival of the others should they also come face to face with the same enemy meant more than anything else in her final moments- that was his understanding of her, anyways.

He could be wrong about some parts… but… there was another thing he considered.

Swordsman to Swordswoman, you avenge your comrades and do so by the blade. That’s how she’d want it to be, he thought.

If the roles were reversed and he’d been the one to die, he was sure that she’d hunt down that son of a bitch herself and send him up promptly to give Yamamoto company in heaven- or hell, whichever. He pours the glass of whiskey onto the ground, belatedly wondering if this was going to hurt the grass. (Whoops)

“I’ll pour you a glass properly later” he murmurs under his breath.

He heads back inside, and grabs his Shigure Kintoki from its resting place on the mantle, he heads out the door. Grieving? There was no time for that. He had revenge to enact in her honor. Even after getting revenge, he wouldn’t have the time to grieve- he doesn’t think she’d want him to.

Instead, she’d probably nag at him to use his feelings of grief to instead further sharpen his blade, cut any and anyone who dare stand in your way!

She wouldn’t want him to grieve her death, but to honor it by honing his skills further so he wouldn’t besmirch the Vongola name. She’d probably like to watch over his battles anyways. He has to make sure to give her a fun show, right?

At the very least, any time there was a full moon, he can think of her and recount the battles he’d want to tell her about when its his time to pass as well. That will be his way of grieving.

That should be acceptable, right?

[nocentis]

Reforged┆x791

╳┆The ground beneath them groaned, preceding its shift by mere moments. He prepared to leap from one platform to the next, but his borrowed attire got the better of him and he sorely undershot the landing. The ledge scraped him from shin to chest on his downward plummet, arms just barely catching the platform before he managed to sink toward oblivion.

As he began dragging himself toward safety, fighting the rotation of the still-turning maze, he felt someone grab his wrist and hoist him to relative safety.

“Stay on yer feet,” Gajeel snapped, irritation laden in both face and voice, “If yer gonna be embarrassing, do it away from me.”

“Right,” he agreed, just barely managing to suppress his mortification. Only the first event and he was already making a mess of things. Not using his own magic was going to be even more of a challenge than he'd already anticipated.

Blasted pants. It’s hard to believe there is any alternate version of himself that would wear these gravity defying monstrosities.

Belatedly, he tossed out an underbreath, "Appreciate it," as they turned to catch up with the others, who had taken the shifting map into stride and carried on without missing a beat.

Gajeel grumbled back, "Don't mention it."

╳┆As the third day's events began and the stadium came abuzz, he found his window to slip away unnoticed. The past few nights of aimless roaming about, catching whispers of that sour presence on the wind, have yet to bear fruit. All that time wasted was compounding; it made his bones itch. He hadn't attended these games on holiday — hadn't broken the rules and risked Fairy Tail's elimination just to suffer a humiliating forfeit and then sulk in the stands. No, there was something evil lurking about, and he fully intended to find it.

"They went that way."

Despite his prickly countenance, Gajeel seemed adept at sneaking about. Jellal barely heard him approach before he'd issued his offhand comment, pointing in the opposite direction in which Jellal originally intended to go.

Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Gajeel cut him off to explain, "They stink."

Jellal nodded, remembering the reaction he received upon his last expression of gratitude, and shifted his stride accordingly. "Tell me how the day goes."

"Nah," Gajeel called behind him, "I ain't yer fuckin' parrot."

[flyingpotstickers]

“Leave her be! Princess or not, learning to fight is essential.” for princess au

+ @speeeenc also prompted the word 'safety' : (p.s. I picture the kids to be about 14-16 in this scene.)

THEY'RE BAAAAACK! FINALLY! I MISSED THIS SERIES!!!

Sarah blinks back surprise when she hears her betrothed's words of outrage--- Sarah was learning how to fight, being taught by Ava's brother, Connor, himself. She was safest with Avey of course, but Connor would do for a swift second.

"Leave her be!" Connor snickered, "Learning to fight is essential, even for princesses like you," he shot a quick look at his own betrothed, Will. "Don't you think so William?" he asked tauntingly.

Will, who hated his full name, shoved his groom to be. "Yeah, Ava. Don't you want Sarah here to be able to defend herself when you get grouchy and above your station?"

"HEY! I am your king!" Connor shouted indignantly.

"My love, I should hate to see your face when your crown won't fit because your ego's too big!" Will crowed out, laughing.

Sarah was pulled to the one side by Ava.

"Let me teach you how to fight, Princess. I will do you justice." Ava said earnestly, nudging her foot.

"Okay." Sarah smiled brightly.

[agentstarkid]

This little story turns one year old this July 31st!

We hopped with Girlie on a rollercoaster of finding (true) love, being quarantined in a foreign country, lots of internet meanies, making new friends, angst, heartbreak, depresh sesh, finding love again and so much more to come -- What a wild journey it's been, and I'm so proud I took the leap!

Looking back a year ago, I can't believe how far this story and I have come. I remember being so full of uncertainty and nerves to post that first chapter, and now, a whole year later, I'm writing little blurbs and one-shots in a whole different language to my main one.

And to celebrate this milestone with you guys, the DAN-Y/N stans out there, and as a thank you for all these 365 days of support and love to Danielito & Girlie's love story—a.k.a. my baby—, I put together a list of dialogue prompts from where you can pick one—or as many as you'd like—and send it to me so I can write a little blurb to go with it!

You can request a specific moment on the fic you'd like to see more (c'mooooon, they were together for 2 whole years! Let's see if you've been paying attention hehe), or just make a general request with a quote of your choice (or you can suggest one! Can't promise much on this, but I'd try my best to bring it to life, unless it is smut. I can't write smut for shitzels yet soz).

I'll be accepting resquests for the next 2 weeks!

✧. ┊ Series Masterlist

P.S. Fingers crossed next month I can—finally—post a new chapter! Adult life has been kicking my ass these past months so please be patient with me! — But my inbox is always open to talk! :)

— All the dialogue sources are linked!

“These are way too many, omg, I’m being squeezed by these pillows, love!” “Well I just, you know, thought that since you like to hold on to me while you sleep but we can’t do that right now, I decided to bring you all these.” “Aww, I appreciate it, baby, but would you mind moving some? And even though I do have these, I will miss your warmth beside me.” 

“You weren’t uncomfortable back there, right? I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” “No, no, I wasn’t. Thank you for doing that.”

"You had no business looking that good back there."

"Those could be our kids one day." "What...?" 

“They don’t know you, love. They don’t know how much we love each other. Let them think what they want to. It doesn’t matter, you know why? Because you are enough. We are enough.”

“I don’t want you to be perfect, sweetheart. I want you to be who you are.”

“I…I wasn’t sure if you’d like this, so I just bought all the colors they had there.”

“Stoooop. Stop making me all…” “All… what?”

“Sorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” 

“I like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”

"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."

“With you, I see a forever I’ve never envisioned before. Not that I didn’t want to, it’s more because I wasn’t able to… At least until I met you.”

“God, I really don’t want to leave”.

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“They say the second time’s the charm.” “Was the first time not charming enough for you?” “No, but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

“If people can hate for no reason,  then I can love for no reason too.”

“I dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations, but mine doesn’t. Not when it’s you.”

“I don’t know how to ask for help i just— I’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  I need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  That's the best I can do.”

“You really think a relationship should be that hard?” “No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

“If you don’t kiss me, right now…” “Then what?” “Then I will have to do it myself.”

"I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.”

“What do you think is our song?”

“I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

“Sing for me.” “What would you like to hear?”

“I feel like I can breathe better with you around.”

“You’re much better off without me.” “You’re not the judge of that.”

“I love you, okay?! And I can’t stay in your life when I’m just ruining it.” “You can’t just say that and don’t wait for me to answer.”

“Your mom is coming over today.” “Tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “You tell her, she’s your mom.” “But she likes you more!”

“Wait, you can’t swim?” “I was always more into sports on land where, you know, I can’t drown.” “I will teach you!”

“Every night before bed I write three good things that happened to me. And every night I find myself writing down your name.”

“God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight.”

“This heart belongs to you, and only you. And I’d hope you want to keep it for a very, very long time.”

“What matters isn’t the place, but the person you’re with at that place. So this is to say, being with you is enough for me. So long as you are there, then all is well.”

“If you don’t wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.” 

"Hey, i think i can fit over here in this corner." "What are you, a plant?" "Maybe. you shine on me every day, after all."

“I don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. i think this is a pretty sweet deal.”

“This is your home, just as it is mine.”

“That was your master plan? Really?” “No, my master plan was having no plan actually.”

“When life gives you lemons, squirt the juice into your enemies’ eyes and watch them whimper.”

“Maybe i'm too late to be your first, but right now, i'm preparing myself to be your last.”

“Over everything, I choose you.”

“You’ve given me so many memories, I'd hate it if you become one”

“I hope you heal from the things you dont wanna talk about”

“I was gonna marry her…”

“Because you always been my ticket home…”

“Have you ever gone stargazing?” “yeah, i’ve seen your eyes a few times.”

"Oh God- why are you half-naked?" "nothing you haven't seen before, love" "it's freezing, go put on a shirt-" "Nah, you can warm me up." 

“You never have to fear that you’re losing me.”

“Aw, you brought out the smile.” “Which smile?” “The one reserved for the people you love.” “How could you even tell?” “Because that’s how you smile at me.”

“No, you’re not allowed to smile at me like that.”

“This is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because you’re awesome and because I want to.”

“You know, I prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.”

“Believe in the me that believes in you”

“Work can wait. You need rest.”

“I got the recipe from your mom, i hope i did it justice.”

“I think i deserve a cuddle for letting you stick your icy little feet on me all night.”

“Ok…so, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope it’s not too bad!” “Omg, this is- I can’t believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!” 

“You already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.”

“I’m right here.”

“Careful, or I will fall for you.” “You’ll be fine. I’ll buy you some knee pads.” “Knee pads but no helmet?” “If you’re falling for me, you’ve already taken a hit to the head.”

“Uh-oh.” “What’s wrong?” “That’s their ‘oh, you messed with the wrong bitch, bitch’ face.”

“You look like an idiot.” “You know, other people would say it’s nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.”

“I’ve never seen you this happy before.”

“(Congrats.) You’re one of us now.”

“Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance”

"Are you still mad at me? I mean, it's okay if you are. I'm mad at myself, too."

"Put your head on my lap and sleep a little."

 “I don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” 

“Your cheeks are really soft.” “Stop squishing them!”

“You didn’t have to do anything…” “But i wanted to.”

[orlissa]

One word writing prompts: 'carnival' and 'temptation' for the last thing you read or watched and really wanted to write for!

(A/N: well, this is for just 'carnival', and for Divine Rivals/Letters of Enchantment, because that was the last thing I read that made me think of fics)

It was an endeavor doomed to failure from the start—Kitt knew neither how to shoot nor the tricks of the carnies, having grown up in high society, where such lowly forms of entertainment were frowned upon—, but oh, gods, was he determined.

“It can’t be more than eight, nine feet,” he said, pointing the carnival gun at the grand prize, a stuffed bear the size of her torso, experimentally. “I should be able to hit it, no problem.”

“If you say so,” Iris replied, amused, but not at all convinced.

He took aim—his arm held awkwardly, the tip of his tongue, she’d swear to it, peeking out—, pulled the trigger, and—

It went wide.

As expected.

“I don’t understand,” he said afterwards, stealing perplexed glances towards the stall. “I was so sure I had it in the crosshairs. I was sure I was going to hit it.”

“You were never going to,” she told him flat out, unable to keep the smugness out of her voice, then, seeing his half-hurt, half-confused expression, she added, “It was rigged. All these games are.”

His eyebrows rose in indignation. “You could have told me that before.”

“And rob myself of this amusement? No. And anyway—” She lifted the cheap whistle, the tiny prize he did manage to win, to her lips and blew into it. He winced at the sharp sound. “I like my prize. I’ll cherish it forever, I promise.”

[gothbitchjuice]

I Was Enchanted To Meet You...

"I'm sorry," Tears burned in brown eyes, scorching like lava as they flowed over a full lash line and rolled down red cheeks. "I'm so sorry."

Hundreds of words spun through my mind like a tornado, so many thoughts forming about the things I wanted to say to you, but the paragraphs flowing through my heart and head staying trapped behind traumatized lips. I grow more and more frustrated at my verbal constipation. 'Why is telling him how you feel so hard?' I purse my lips together as if they weren't closed tight enough that not even a singular syllable could escape.

My throat felt like it was tightening as I look at your features through my peripheral vision. Those beautiful stormy blue eyes, contorted by your features as you raise a quizzical brow. You had to be wondering why I was apologizing, let alone crying. It happens this way every time.

If only you knew.

If only you could see the grammatical twister spinning in my head as my eyes slowly scan over every feature I can see in front of me, the way the words spin faster and the pressure builds as I think about our past/present/future. This once small spinning in my head now has grown into an EF5 as I lose myself to every single thing I've ever liked about you that I can now say that I love about you. All of this beautiful chaos happening inside that for some reason I can't mutter a word out loud for you to hear, yet whirling around to my own personal soundtrack of love songs.

"Baby, what's wrong?" There it is. There's that raspy little voice slipping through the air and breaking me of my trance, pulling me back to you in front of me. Oh, how I wish you could hear yourself with my ears. "Baby?" There it is again.

"Nothing." I love you so much it's overwhelming.

"It isn't 'nothing', you're crying and apologizing."

"I'm sorry." I'm frustrated because there's so much I want to tell you, but I don't know how. I don't know why I can't say it.

"You don't need to apologize."

"Okay.." I'm sorry that you're dating a girl so incapable of being as sweet to you as she feels inside.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." No.

I have to look away from you because at this point it's downright embarrassing that I, a grown woman, am rendered incapable of just opening my big fat mouth to free my head of all the romantic comments swirling around. The most I'm capable of is playing music that portrays my feelings as close as I can manage, and hope that you understand that the song is meant for you. God, how pathetic am I? That nagging little voice in my head pipes up again above the word vomit being held captive behind my tight lips. 'Why can't you just tell him how you feel? Why can't you speak instead of type?'

If only it were that easy. What I wouldn't give to sit in front of your most flawless little frame, legs crossed and holding the same hands that comfort me daily, to look deep into those beautiful blueish-gray eyes and tell you everything.

I wish I could free every word and thought held captive by whatever fear or trauma that's keeping my mouth closed... I wish that I could get these most important messages out clearly and calmly, instead of in the only way I'm capable - through broken sobs and between burning hot tears that just can't seem to stop flowing the more I talk. Whoever said wearing your heart on your sleeve was a good thing clearly hasn't suffered the consequences of being this way themselves.

If I could do it, I'd tell you every little thing. I'd tell you I'm sorry for getting so anxious when you go to smoke, and I'm sorry for getting mean. If I could make it go away, I would. I'd tell you how hard I see you working at all that you do, and that I'm so proud of you for pushing hard, that it'll all pay off. You'd hear about the way I think that you're more a man than any guy I've met. How it's an honor to know you, and a privilege to love you. I'd apologize for not realizing my feelings for you sooner because now that I have you I know this is where I'm meant to be. You'd know that I hate kids, but I'd have them with you if it meant they'd grow up with a father like you.

I dream of a day when I get to hold you and spill my guts to you about how much I adore you the way that I'm capable of telling our friends, colleagues, and even strangers. You'd hear of how deep my love is for you with every breath I take. It will no longer be a pathetic display of bottled-up emotions, only coming out as you sleep at my side... I cry with headphones in to listen to a song on a repetitive loop that fills my heart with every butterfly you've ever given me and puts every bubbly feeling I've ever felt for you into poetry. One day, I'll do your love justice.

Until then, I'll work hard to get what words out that I can. I'll play every song with lyrics meant for you and sing out loud with all my feelings and passion behind it, and perform that way too. I'll cook you dinners with so much love in huge portions so that when you're tired, you have easy leftovers. When I see something at the store I think you'd like or would make you smile, I'll buy it and pray to see you bubble up with happiness. I'll try not to be such a brat when all you want is a soft, gentle girl...

One day, I'll tell you it all.

One day, you won't just have to guess if my fifteen-thousand-word story was inspired by the feeling of falling in love with you and if the main character was completely inspired by you, too. Sometime soon, you won't have to read a tiny fraction out of a million fleeting thoughts in what seems like fanfiction drabble titled after a love song just to decipher all of the soft, fluffy, overwhelmingly romantic feelings that crowd my head and swarm my heart.

'My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you..'

[onboardsorasora]

Maxiel Masterlist 2

So it seems like I've hit the link limit on my maxiel masterpost. So I guess this is the start of Maxiel Masterpost 2 lmao

My Dewis and OT3 stories are on Masterlist 2

My Ao3: Quesorasora

Here are ALLLL my current Maxiel stories :) Part 2!

Tumblr Fic

Dentist Drabble

Grey Pube Drabble - which is now on AO3 as well- Old Man Balls

Alpha!Dan Drabble

Soul Meets Body also on AO3

Something Something Drabble

Neighbor AU Tag

Max Time Travel Drabble

Girl!Dan Part 3

Boy Band Drabble

Hockey AU Drabble

Fireman Daniel AU Drabble

Young Max DM-ing Daniel

Hanahaki Idea Drabble

Newscaster AU Drabble

5+1 Fic Ideas Tag

Monaco Fix It Drabble

Daniel Next Win Drabble

Witch!Max

Tennis AU Cont.

Part 1 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part

On AO3

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | De-Aged Daniel Pt3 | De-Aged Daniel Pt 4 | De- Aged Daniel Pt 5 | De-Aged Daniel Part 6 | De-Aged Daniel Part 7 | De-Aged Daniel Part 8 | De-Aged Daniel Part 9 | De-Aged Daniel Part 10 | De-Aged Daniel Part 11 | De-Aged Daniel Part 12 | De-Aged Daniel Part 13 | De-Aged Daniel Part 14 | De-Aged Daniel Part 15 | De-Aged Daniel Part 16 | De-Aged Daniel Part 17 | De-Aged Daniel Part 18 | De-Aged Daniel Part 19 |

Summary:

“Is there anyone who has any reason why these two should not be married?” The officiant asked the hushed crowd. Everyone glanced around with identical smiles, but no one moved– as expected.

What was not expected was the doors to the church to open and a very pregnant woman walking up the aisle quickly.

maxiel; miscommunication, misunderstanding, angst, getting back together

summary:

Max felt like the words were bouncing around the hollow walls of his brain as everything shut down. 'You like it?'

Not an excuse about performance wear, nothing about heart rate monitors or even jokes about whether his good looks could pull it off. No. Daniel had asked if he liked it.

Of course he liked it, he loved it and he didn’t even know what it looked like.

Written for the @thattropeyouhate fest :)))

Trope: Animal Transformation/Shifter

summary:

Daniel brought an arm to his face, hoping to see the familiar rose of his tattoo. He was distraught to see a fur covered paw instead. Well shit. He hadn’t shifted in years, not since he signed for Red Bull. And it had been going fine, too. He hadn’t shifted this entire time and he’d honestly forgotten how to.

So this was a tad inconvenient.

Follow Your Nose

summary:

The scarring of a mating bite was a point of pride for omegas. Because a True Mating Bond looked like a birthmark, a tattoo that proclaimed them as bonded to their soulmate. A True Mating can only happen with compatible pairs, and bonds that weren't True scarred silvery like old wounds. It wasn't uncommon to see an omega with a scarred bond or two.

Max was a great alpha, a great friend. Daniel was a poor omega with a neck full of scars like a diary of failed relationships

welcome to whiskers

summary:

In the small village just outside the city, there is a popular cafe on main street. There really wasn’t anything that special about it– the coffee was soso, the tea was pretty ok. The staff were close and it felt like a family. Oh and there were cats.

;

Max works at a cat cafe. Daniel is his manager and in love with him.

Sponsor Max

Summary: 

Everything in Formula 1 came with a price tag and sponsors dropped unserious amounts of money in their sport for the prestige of it all. In all of his years, Peter had never once seen a blank cheque. Until now. 

The memo section simply said for Daniel.

Tags: Power Imbalance, Extremely Dubious Consent. Gratuitous Smut, Topping from the Bottom, Max is Toxic and Possessive, Daniel Doesn't Have A Choice, Sexual Coercion, Explicit Sexual Content

Prince Max

summary:

“Yeah I have a ticket and everything. I promise I'm not stalking you– what are you stalkable Maxy?” Daniel waggled his eyebrows before turning to pick up his tote bag from the sand, completely missing Max’s reaction.

;

Or: Max is the Crown Prince of the Netherlands, Daniel has no idea.

Tags: Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Idiots in love, Getting Back Together, crack treated seriously

you make my heart beat like the rain - ao3

rainy maxiel meet cute at a concert - tumblr

Enchanted AU

Enchanted AU - Disney Princess Dan 1 | Part 35 | Part 36

Homecoming: A Winter Soldier AU

summary:

“Hydra have been active recently.” And that got Max's attention. “We've been tracking their movements and we fear they’re attempting to activate the Winter Soldier.” As Nico spoke a few faces scrolled past the screen; current, known directors in the Hydra organization– senators, city councilmen, business owners. The slideshow ended with a photo of a man with short wiry curls and the second half of his face obscured. He was mostly turned away from the camera but Max would recognize his profile anywhere.

“Daniel.” Max breathed.

tags: Action, Alternate Universe, Coffee Shop AU …ish, Blood and Violence, Getting Back Together, Daniel has PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

written for MaxielFest2024

Orange Juice

summary:

Honey, come over The party's gone slower And no one will tempt you We know you got sober

There's orange juice in the kitchen Bought for the children It's yours if you want it We're just glad you could visit

Max comes back home to pick up the pieces

tags: Max POV, Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Angst with a Happy Ending, Recovering addict Max Verstappen, Deals with Addiction and Recovery, Getting Back Together

Daniel's Ghost Adventures

summary:

Daniel was a ghost hunter, a good one– nay, a great one, but not particularly by choice. Ghosts love him, but he does not like them back.

Daniel wasn’t so much a ghost hunter, as he was… bait.

tags: Alternate Universe - Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Ghost Adventures, POV Daniel Ricciardo, Daniel Ricciardo Needs a Hug, Suspense, Horror, Demonic Possession, Witch Max Verstappen, Ghosts Like Daniel But He Does Not Like Them, Scared Ghost Hunter Daniel, Fluff and Humor, I promise there is fluff, Getting Together, Boo the Dog, We Love Boo, Happy Ending

written for Motorsport Halloween Fest

Ripe Cherries

summary:

Once upon a time…

Prince Max knew he would marry someday, for the good of the kingdom. He would do his duty to his people and the crown and marry the omega his father chose for him.

Princess Daniel had never wanted to marry, least of all some prince he didn’t know. But that was no longer his decision. He’d at least hoped his new alpha wouldn’t have been the Brute Prince of the North.

tags: Omega Verse, Alpha Max Verstappen, Omega Daniel Ricciardo, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Enemies to Lovers, Daniel Doesn't Want to Get Married, Angst and Feels, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn

additional tags to be added

[fightingthetides]

'small things' (for Yamamoto)

[Original] ||Accepting|| @squaletta From a meme tag in my other blog

Readmore because it got long (~2k) because I went with actual canon scenes.

For Yamamoto, it wasn’t very accurate to say that he’d think any memories he had with others were insignificant, as he simply treasured any moment he spent with his friends and family. What could be said was that there were some memories that became something like a ‘core memory’ for one reason or another. Just a memory that he falls back to every once in a while to remember how things began.

Speaking of that, of course the most important memory is how he’d first met Squaletta. Initially, it was just a regular day out with the guys, in the shopping district. Okay, maybe it wasn’t so average, considering they skipped school that Sunday to hang out with friends instead. It was just prep day, so it’s no big deal. Basil came crashing in (literally) into Tsuna and there she was, Squaletta.

He can remember the chaos in the moment with people screaming and debris flying everywhere as she was causing a fuss with her attacks. Honestly, Basil was quite the guy to have gotten that far with Squaletta hot on his tail. He may have lost the rings in the end, but the fact that he managed to keep his life was impressive enough.

Gokudera and Yamamoto teamed up together when Squaletta approached Tsuna, asking about the relation she had with Basil. Maybe for Gokudera it was mostly his sense of duty for protecting his ‘boss,’ but at the time Yamamoto had moved because of his sense of camaraderie. He viewed Tsuna as a respectable friend. He didn’t have an instilled sense of her being his ‘boss’ or anything yet. The mafia business just felt like… yeah, a game.

Don’t get him wrong, games were important to him. He took each game very seriously, but a game of mafia was secondary to the wellbeing of his friends, that’s where he and Gokudera mostly differed.

Just when he felt concerned for Tsuna, he felt his bat at his side, like some trusty sidekick that could be summoned at will. Funny, right? Even if he’d seen first hand how capable Squaletta was (the destruction in her wake was telling enough, after all), he wasn’t a true swordsman by any means. He had an instinctual aversion to hurting someone with the blade.

He didn’t have the guts to seriously hurt, much less kill someone with the blade. He didn’t think about it at the moment, but there was a part of him that held back because Squaletta was a woman. What if he could overpower her and hurt her?

A stupid and conceited thought to have considering that Squaletta defeated Gokudera and him without breaking a sweat. He can still remember the rebuke they both got from Reborn after everything was finished with Dino’s intervention:

“At the level you’re fighting at right now, you’ll be nothing but a bother. You two can go home.”

“Especially you, don’t think yourself so highly and accomplished to think you can look down on a swordswoman for something so arbitrary like her gender. That woman is a master at her craft and should be respected as such.”

Man, the kiddo always knows how to knock some sense into you with some harsh words, but he needed to hear it! After being defeated so one-sidedly, it ignited a spark of competition and vengeance that he didn’t know was possible for him if the subject wasn’t baseball.

If this woman was a master at her craft, then the only way for him to get his revenge match would be to study a craft himself, and he knew just who to talk to. The Asari dojo was finally going to welcome him within her walls as a student even though he’d rejected her for years in lieu of baseball.

(ref: ch. 82-84)

-

“We are the Cervello Organization, a branch of the Millefiore. No more and no less.” Weird how these women look the same as the ones that oversaw the Ring battles between Vongola 10 and the Varia. Yamamoto vaguely recalls at the time wondering if they were all clones or something.

“The Cervello… of the Millefiore?” “Screw this! Whoever you are, you’re blatantly on the enemies side!”

Leave it to Gokudera to start firing off verbally. The one who is brave enough to speak his mind where others may hesitate or not be able to see the issue regarding bias.

“Oh, no, they will judge fairly. It’s their specialty. Indeed, surely it is you who are not following the rules of fair play?”

It was Kikyo who spoke next to build off Byakuran’s statement, “I feel obliged to congratulate the individual in question for her impressive ability to conceal 99.99% of her bloodthirsty presence… but faint though it may be, I can still sense the remaining .001% there is somebody hidden in that base unit of yours.”

That’s when Squaletta emerged from the base. She had hidden herself in there so well that none of the others had noticed her there. “The heck! So you showed up!” Yamamoto smiles at the discovery.

Varia-quality indeed, being able to hide 99.99% of her bloodthirsty presence. Though, that Kikyo guy was also impressive to even pick up on that.

“Don’t get me wrong, ya piece of trash! I just snuck in in the hope of causing a bit of madness and mayhem.”

“Hahaha”

That’s what he can expect from her. Secretly, he’d been pretty disappointed that she couldn’t be around to witness the battle. She’d spent her time training him so that he’d be ready for battle and it was a shame that she couldn’t watch over him—but here she is!

“The thing holding you back is the fact you’ve never fully embraced the sword.” “Never fully embraced the sword?” “The you I knew in this era was the same way.” The two were camping out in the woods to train in seclusion. The fish that Squaletta had caught while on the fishing boat was being grilled over an open fire. Yamamoto felt that it was almost like having a camping trip, but he kept those thoughts to himself. “It always pissed me off… but I accepted it as part of who you were.” “What…what are you talking about?” Yamamoto did have a hunch as to what she was talking about, but it was a difficult topic for him and he almost wanted to avoid it. Would he be able to discard baseball forever in order to focus on the blade, or would he choose to remain focused on both, not giving either one his full attention and efforts? Of course, giving up on the blade wasn’t an option. “If you really want to become strong, there’s just one thing you have to do! Baseball or the blade. You have to choose one.” The gravity of her tone was too much for Yamamoto to dismiss it easily with a laugh, his usual go to knee-jerk response. He’s silent before he cracks a small joke when the awkward air hung too heavy on his shoulders. “What are you, my career counselor?” “I know you have the talent to handle both at once! But the blade isn’t something you ‘handle,’ it’s something you stake everything on!” Squaletta hopped onto her feet to scream these words at him. Yamamoto goes silent again, watching her from past the fire. Slowly, a smile shows up on his face, “Then the answer’s obvious. I’ll devote myself to the blade.” He grabs his blade that was sitting beside him and holds it close to him. “You know, when I fought Genkishi, I felt confident that I could win… that I’d take him down, and we’d all go back home to the past…” he remembers the pain of running full force into a wall, damaging his skull. The memory causes him to wince, “But the difference in power was just crazy, he slaughtered me. As my consciousness faded away, I found myself overcome with regret… that I hadn’t taken the blade seriously enough that I’d brought shame upon the name of my Old man’s Shigure Souenryuu… and most of all... that I hadn’t done the best I possibly could for the sake of my pals.” It wasn’t often, but Yamamoto was opening up about the thoughts he always kept hidden deep inside. He usually opted to keep his thoughts to himself, and wallow in his thoughts when alone, but he felt that perhaps Squaletta would understand him, or at least understand the feelings of regret he had at the time. Perhaps that’s why she went silent and listened to him speak. “I don’t ever want to feel that way again. But you know what, It’s strange-“ he lays down against the log that he was sitting on earlier. “Now that I’ve decided to focus on the blade alone, suddenly it’s like a huge weight’s fallen off my shoulders.” “So you were letting that get to you, huh…” That was her sole comment for him. “Still, it’s kind of sad… forgetting all about baseball, even if it’s just for a while.” He smiles, knowing that she was going to scream at him the moment she registers that Yamamoto was going to focus on the blade solely for a temporary moment. “OI!!!”

Looks like she’ll get to see the fruits of their training after all.

(ref: ch. 243 & 246)

-

Yamamoto was awake, staring up at the ceiling. He was alive, well… if you can call it that. He kept fading in and out of consciousness. He’d lost a lot of blood and the shock of being betrayed by a friend was something he needed to wrap his mind around.

Whenever his mind was awake, it wasn’t for long, with how much drugs were in his system at the moment. The doctors did everything that they could in order to keep him alive. His condition was severe, and the doctors were sure that there was a higher chance that he’d never be able to walk again.

He could only hear bits and pieces of what was going on around him, but he wasn’t sure what parts actually happened, and what may have been caused by the delirium of all the drugs and adrenaline in his body.

Maybe some of what he ‘remembered then’ was a figment of his imagination.

He can remember feeling the presence of his father being by his bedside, his hand shaking with nervousness. They’d already lost his mother, and his Old man wouldn’t be able to handle losing him as well. If nothing else, he had to pull through for his Old man.

He had a few visitors who came by to visit and drop by small get-well gifts.

It may have been a fever dream, but he can remember his father reading off a message Yamamoto received. He couldn’t understand it at the time, but he later found out from the others that Chrome was tasked with making an illusionary version of him to take his place during some ceremony. He wished he could’ve been there for Tsuna and the rest of them—but… what can you do when you were fighting for your life?

Not sure how much of a life he could’ve had if his prospects was that he wouldn’t be able to walk. He’d have to effectively lose both his dreams of playing baseball and being a swordsman forever.

Apparently, Dino and Squaletta had both noticed the fake instantly and asked for details. Squaletta had sent a message off during the ceremony that he’d better work hard to recover. Someone of his caliber shouldn’t listen to some lame doctor who says there’s a ‘good chance’ he’ll never walk again. Unless his legs are chopped off, he better find a way to make them move or she’ll render his useless herself.

Harsh words, but so like her.

At least, that’s what he THINKS he remembers.

Luckily, someone came by to heal him back to new, so he could rush off to go be with his friends. He also wanted to clear the air with his misguided buddy.

(Inspo ch.295)