#one is angsty one isn’t choose carefully

[olive-main]

Heyyy! What do you think about a fanfic of Eris x Reader where they're both newly mated but Y/N lives in the Night Court while Eris has to look over the Autumn court. So he sends her tons of extravagant gifts while they're separated cuz he misses her and even the inner circle is like 'isnt this a bit much?'. Until they meet up again and Eris convinces her to live with him in Autumn. I hope you like the idea and thanks for hearing me out! 💕

Treasured Yearning

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Summary: Separated by their courts, Reader and Eris navigate the strain of their newfound mating bond. Eris, sends gift after gift to try and quell the unspoken longing. As the inner circle questions Eris’s intentions, Reader must choose between the home they know and the mate who waits for them in Autumn.

Wc: 1.2k

A/N: I changed up the plot a littttlleeee bit but it’s essentially the same thing. Send in more requests specifically for Azriel and Eris, especially if they’re angsty :b

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The gilded box rested on the polished table in the House of Wind, casting tiny flecks of amber light onto the stone walls. The sunlight streaming through the open balcony doors caught the delicate pattern carved into the wood, turning the leaves of the Autumn Court’s sigil to gold.

You drew a deep breath, preparing for the familiar, turbulent mix of emotions. The gifts always came this way, beautifully crafted and painfully personal, each one a reminder of the mate you hadn’t seen in weeks. Eris vanserra, the High Lord of Autumn, who somehow still made you feel his presence across court borders.

Cassian leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I swear to the Cauldron, if this isn’t the most over-the-top thing he’s sent yet, I’ll eat my own boots for dinner.”

“Be kind, Cass,” Feyre murmured, her expression soft but strained, as though she was trying not to reveal too much. You could tell she was torn, watching your struggle but respecting your mate bond. Still, the strain in her voice was unmistakable.

“I’m serious,” Cassian insisted, his brows furrowing. “Six gifts in one week? That’s a bit much, even for a High Lord trying to win over his mate.”

You didn’t respond, carefully prying open the box. The velvet interior cradled a necklace—amber stones carved into perfect, tiny flames, each glowing with a life of its own. However this necklace was different from the others you’ve received, the second you grazed your finger against the stone a familiar warmth brushed against your skin as if he were here, holding you.

Mor leaned forward, her gaze sharp. “It’s manipulation,” she said, a note of disdain curling her lip. “He’s making sure you don’t forget him, tying you to him with magic and gifts. Typical Vanserra behavior.”

Her words cut deep, even though you knew she was trying to protect you. You wrapped your fingers around the necklace, the gems warm in your palm. “It’s not like that,” you murmured, but your voice wavered, and everyone heard it.

“Isn’t it?” Mor shot back, her eyes fierce. “You’ve been miserable since the mating bond snapped into place, and he’s… he’s in his court, playing High Lord. How is that fair to you?”

“Mor,” Feyre warned, but the damage was done. The room went still, and your breath caught in your throat. It wasn’t fair—none of it was fair. The bond had given you a mate who was kind and cunning, fierce and surprisingly tender, but one who was tied to a court that had never been kind to you or your friends. Yet from the second the bond had snapped he had revealed what laid behind his mask of indifference. Since then the separation was an agony Eris tried to ease with every carefully chosen gift, every whisper of warmth that only made you long for him more.

You stood, the necklace clutched tightly in your hand. “You think I don’t know that?” you asked, your voice breaking. They all fell silent, their concern and pity hanging heavy in the air. “You think I don’t feel how unfair this is every single day? But he’s doing his best. He’s…” You took a shuddering breath, fighting to keep the tears at bay. “He’s trying.”

Rhysand’s gaze softened, and he inclined his head. “We only worry because we care,” he said, his voice gentle, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Worry, perhaps. Or doubt.

You didn’t have the strength to argue. Not after having one too many since they found out about Eris. So with the necklace in hand, you left the room, feeling the weight of their concern and disapproval pressing down on you. The wind whipped around you as you stepped onto the balcony, cold and biting, a stark contrast to the warmth you craved.

You missed him. You missed him more than words could convey, and no amount of gifts could fill the space he’d left in your life. You slipped the necklace around your neck, shivering as a warm, gentle pulse spread across your skin. It was almost like he was here, standing behind you, his hands on your shoulders, whispering reassurances you desperately needed.

It won’t be forever, you told yourself. But you didn’t believe it, not really.

——

You laid in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep as a million thoughts ran through your mind. You were never very good with the unknown, and this whole situation with your family and Eris left too much to the unknown. So you decided that you wouldn’t wait, you wouldn’t sit around until things got worse or better.

Writing a quick note you watch as it disappears to Eris. In reply, he tugs on the bond. Relief washes over you as you let out a deep breath. Scribbling one more note for your family, you winnow away.

——

The woods of the Autumn Court were alive with the crackling energy of falling leaves and crisp, golden air. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting everything in shades of fire, and you stood in the heart of it all, wrapped in a cloak that did little to ease the chill seeping into your bones.

You heard him before you saw him. Footsteps crunching over leaves, his familiar step steady and certain. His copper hair gleamed like flames, his amber eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that nearly brought you to your knees.

He looked tired, but when he saw you, his whole face softened. “Y/N,” he breathed, and it was all the invitation you needed. You crossed the space between you, and his arms were around you, warm and strong, pulling you close like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“I hate being apart from you,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I hate all of this. Everyone thinks… everyone thinks you’re manipulating me. That you’re doing this for some sick plot.”

Eris’s hold tightened, and you felt the tension radiating from him. “I know,” he said, his voice rough. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from people who have spent their whole lives seeing the worst in me. But it’s not about them. It never was. It’s about our bond, love. I feel it. Every second we’re apart, it feels like something is tearing me in half.”

You pulled back enough to look into his eyes, searching for the truth. His face was open, vulnerable in a way few ever saw. “Then why haven’t you asked me to come with you?” you asked, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Why do we have to keep doing this?”

Eris cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the tear. “Because I need to make sure it’s safe. Because I want you in Autumn, but I can’t put you in danger until I’m certain no one will use you to get to me.” His voice broke, and for a moment, the strong, confident High Lord you knew crumbled before you. “But I can’t keep doing this either.”

A shudder ran through you, and you pressed your forehead to his. “Then tell me to stay. Tell me to come with you.”

He closed his eyes, breathing you in. “Come with me,” he whispered, his voice full of longing and fear and love. “Please.”

And even though the Night Court had been your home, even though leaving meant facing a court full of enemies and allies who might not welcome you, your heart had already made its choice.

As always Ty for reading XOXO~

[urmom3001]

Apollo’s Favorite (Luke Catellan X Reader)

Summary: Reader gets called upon a quest from her father, a quest where she is destined to never return. Very much similar to Yue in Avatar the last air bender

Warnings!: angsty ish. Fem!Apollo!reader. No happy ending sorta? Erm not proof read😔😔

Percy had just gotten to Camp yesterday. Poor boy, just lost his mother, put into a camp with a bunch of strangers. Percy was rethinking all of his life’s choices when he finally snapped out of it and realised it was all real. He was here, with the counselor of Hermes cabin learning the “Ins and the Outs” at camp.

As they walked they walked around the U shaped cabins they passed Cabin 7. Percy was very attentive and noticed how beautiful the cabin shined. How the sun reflected off of the carefully, crafted pillars of the building. As he admired the cabin..which was way better than Hermes Cabin. He read the plaque just above the doors of the cabin and he noticed a wooden bow and arrow with intricate gold detailing just above the door of the cabin and under the plaque.

“In Great Thanks to Y/n L/n…” Percy read in his head of off plaque. “Hey Luke?” Percy turned to his left,

“Yeah?” Luke answered

“Who’s Y/n L/n, sounds like she’s got a whole bunch of glory.” Percy joked

Luke thought to himself, he looked like he was reminiscing. This alarmed Percy, maybe he hit a soft spot and he didn’t know?

“Yeah she has a lot of glory. She’s known as Apollo’s Favorite”

- Last Year Around the Summer Solstice-

I was shooting arrows at the shooting range when Chiron aproached me. My bow and arrow was my most prized possession, a gift, from my father. Being Apollo’s favorite was, pressuring and nerve racking. The Gods were very bipolar, it could’ve changed in an instant. If you keep trying to understand why the Gods are the way that they are, you’ll drive yourself crazy.

“They are ready for you to choose.” Chiron continued “Follow me” he gestured and he started walking.

I wordlessly followed. I didn’t know who to choose. I knew one thing though, I wasn’t choosing him. I was terrified. The Oracle is always confusing, but this one was very crystal clear.

“One soul is destined to never return back to the place they once called home”

Everyone that attended Camp Half-Blood knew it as home. Somewhere they could belong. One of the three of us is not making it back.

As we got closer to the circle of the camps best, my stomach was churning the words of the Oracle repeating in my head. How would Luke react when I don’t pick him? We go on each others quest all the time. But this one, I just. I don’t think I could live if Luke is the one who didn’t return.

I stood there before all of them. I pointed at an Ares girl, Clarisse, I think. She’s a fierce fighter. “You….and..” I hesitated. I looked at Luke, he was looking straight back at me. “You.” I pointed to one of my half brothers that was right next to him. The look of betrayal showed on his face.

“Very well” Chiron announced. “Pack everything you will need. Your journey will begin Tomorrow morning, and your deadline is, The Summer Solstice.”

I watched as everyone walked away, everyone but Luke of course. I tried to start walking away before he could say anything to me.

I started but he followed “ What the hell was that?” He asked, he sounded furious.

“What do you mean Castellan?” I always called him by his last name.

“You know what I mean L/n” And he called me by mines.

“Because you don’t understand what’s at stake here. This quest changes everything.” I said.

“So why didn’t you choose me. We always go on eachothers quest.” He questioned.

“It doesn’t matter. I need to pack my-“ I started walked as fast as I could now. He cut my words off.

“What’s going on L/n?? What the the hell did the Oracle say to you. I don’t understand why you didn’t choose me”

At this point I was fed up. It was too much. One of us is going to die. It could be me, or it could be one of the other two.

“BECAUSE ONE OF US ISN’T GOING TO MAKE IT BACK.” I finally shouted. I could never keep anything away from Luke Castellan.

“Wha-what?” He stammered.

“One of us, isn’t. Going. To make it. The Oracle said to me. ‘One soul is destined to never return back to the place they once called home’ Don’t you get it?? One of us isn’t coming back. And I’m not going to let you onto this quest because I don’t know what I would do if you died because of me.” I finally let out with a sigh. “Now please, I need to pack.” I left him there. He didn’t say anything as I walked away.

I finally made it back to cabin 7. What if I was the one that would die? I’ve never been scared of death. I always sort of knew my father was going to give me a choice of something being his favorite and all. I never even desired glory. I just wanted to be a kid.

Everyone else was at the archery range or doing other camp activities, so the cabin was empty when I arrived. I started to pack my things. Some clothes, some medicines I had made, and other needs. Finally I looked at my bunk. Above my pillow hung my bow and arrows. Of course I was taking my bow and arrow. I carefully took it off the holder on the wall and placed it on my bag. The mist will cover it once we are in the regular world.

I was almost done when I heard a knock. I knew who it was. If it was one of my siblings they would’ve just come in. “Come in!” I shouted. I was working on making more medicine for the quest.

“Hi Castellan” I said with my back turned to him.

“Refuse the quest.” He said.

“Excuse me? I can’t refuse a quest from my father himself are you nuts?” I didn’t turn to look at him, still working on the ambrosia mixture.

“What if it’s you?” He said, I swear I heard the smallest crack in his voice.

I finally turned to look at him. He was worried I can tell.

“Then it is me. I will die a very famous glorious death.” I said half jokingly.

“This isn’t funny, you can’t die on me Y/n I need you.” He came closer.

My first name coming from him made me wince. He’d only ever called me Y/n when he wanted me to take him serious.

“Luke, everything is going to be okay.” I walked to him and grabbed his hands. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Always?” He asked as we interlocked hands.

“Always.” I confirmed with a smile. “Come on, Dinner’s gonna begin soon, and I can’t wait for desert they’re having strawberry shortcake!” I said as I dragged him towards the door. I could finish my medicine later.

“Alright alright.” He followed…not that he had a choice or anything.

-Morning of The Quest-

“Thought you could leave without saying goodbye?” I heard Luke say.

I turned around and ran to hug him. “It was too early. I didn’t want to bother you I-“ he cut me off

“Y/n.” I finally looked at him in the eyes. Taking in all of him. If I didn’t come back, this would be the last time I would see him. “You could never bother me” he finished his sentence.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but I really need to get going” I said.

“Right, uhm. Before you go I…” he hesitated.

“You…?” I quipped to make fun of him.

“I uhm wanted to give you this.” He handed me a bracelet, it had all of my favorite colors and it was simple. Just how I liked it. I loved it. “And I have a matching one!”

“Luke, this is..” I looked up at him. “Amazing, thank you I love it. I’ll wear it for the rest of my life.” I hugged him, tighter than I ever had before. This could be our last hug after all.

“Come on!!! STOP MACKING WITH MY SISTER WE NEED TO GET GOING!!” My half brother shouted.

“Leo SHUT UP.” I shouted back.

“You should get going” he said as he hugged me.

“Yeah.” I said disappointedly. “Luke?”

“Yeah?” He looked down. And I finally looked up at him for the last time. And I kissed him. I had never kissed anyone before. But I’m glad I kissed Luke. He kissed me back, and it was like we were made for each other. Like plato had sculpted us out perfectly for eachother. After what seemed like forever we pulled apart foreheads pushed together.

“Don’t die on me. Okay?” He said as he he looked into my eyes.

“You’re never getting rid of me Castellan” I smirked as I started walking away.

And so we set off on our quest, hoping for the best. As I looked back at camp over my shoulder. I saw Luke standing there waiting for me to leave his line of sight before going back to his cabin. He waved as a looked back. And I waved too.

-Current Day, Camp Half-Blood-

“She’s the soul of the Sun now.” Luke answered monotonely. “Every century, Apollo picks a new soul to be the Sun, otherwise the Sun wouldn’t shine without a soul.” He explained to Percy. “Y/n L/n was the soul he chose to be the next Sun. We didn’t think it would be Y/n. Everyone knew she was Apollo’s favorite but, we didn’t know the reason she was, was because she was the next Sun.” He said.

“So this Y/n girl, she’s..that?” Percy said as he pointed to the sun.

“Yup.” Luke confirmed.

“She went into the quest knowing that one of them wasn’t going to make it. She knew there was a big chance it was going to be her but, she went on the quest anyway.” Luke went into detail.

“Wow she’s..really brave. I guess that’s why she has a plaque in her honor?” Percy asked.

“Yeah, her siblings fought for it to be done. She was so young you know? She was, brave, kind, and so smart. She was amazing.” Luke noticed he might’ve said a little too much when Percy questioned.

“Were you close with her?” Percy asked.

“Yeah, she was..we were..it’s complicated.” Luke muttered.

“You guys loved eachother..huh?” Percy picked up.

“Yeah,” Luke sighed. “I loved her a lot. I never got to tell her. How could I not though? She was so perfect. Down to earth. She never wanted all of the glory and monsters. You know?” Luke said. He hadn’t talked abt Y/n in ages. Of course she was always on his mind. But he never really talked about her anymore. He couldn’t bring himself to.

“Yeah. I know the feeling.” Percy felt exactly like Y/n. He didn’t want to be a half blood. He didn’t want glory. He didn’t want any of this.

“Well, uhm. We should get going, we have a tight schedule.” Luke said as he started walking away. Percy followed. As they walked together. Percy noticed Luke adjusting a bracelet on his wrist a lot after talking about Y/n.

“Yup..” Percy thought to himself “ …Definitely hit a soft spot.”

A/n: Ermmmmmm this is my first work pls be nice😔😔💔💔💔 constructive criticism is VERY much welcome and erm I hope u enjoyed :3

[soulkeeper801]

Dare - Hirai Momo pt 1

Requested:  Momo gets dared by the other members to find the easiest person she thinks will sleep with her(ends up being reader). They eventually end up dating and falling in love. But reader eventually finds out about the dare and confronts Momo. Angsty.

Momo x f!reader

Words: 1.1k

“Truth or dare,” Nayeon asked with a mischievous smile on her face fueled by the several bottles of soju scattered around the apartment. Seven pairs of eyes were following the response.

Momo groaned, “you guys have asked too much already!”

They all grinned.

Out of the nine girls, Momo was the only one who would only choose Truth since she didn’t want to go through any of the girls’ dares. Jihyo had already called her ex, Mina had to let them DM someone from her instagram, Jeongyeon had to find the most awkward picture on her camera roll and send it to the girl she was talking to without context.

Momo didn’t want to do any of that, it was too embarrassing for her to handle. 

“If you don’t choose dare, we’re gonna keep asking,” Nayeon replied, sipping her glass of beer one more time.

The questions were getting worse. It wasn’t like they didn’t know any of it already, it just was embarrassing to confess some stuff out loud.

She sighed, “alright, dare”.

The girls cheered as a response to the anticipated idea. 

“But nothing too embarrassing!” she warned once again.

Nayeon thought calmly about it. “Let’s see… Can it be public?”

“Nothing public,” Momo replied immediately, “and I would appreciate it if it isn’t immediate either”.

Chaeyoung laughed, “Unnie, you’re no fun”.

The Japanese girl sulked at the remark. 

“I have an idea,” Nayeon said, her eyes trailing Momo as if she was measuring her. “Sleep with a girl”.

“Here?!” Momo’s eyes widened at the thought of whatever was going on through the oldest girl’s mind.

She received a pillow on her head as an answer.

“Of course not! Ew!” Nayeon replied, gaining everyone’s curiosity. “Get any girl, take her out, sleep with her. That’s your dare”.

Jihyo laughed out loud at the thought, “Momo unnie is an introvert, how is she going to do that? Impossible!”.

“That’s the dare,” Nayeon said, crossing her arms and smirking at Momo’s dumbfounded face.

Momo thought about it carefully. It was true, she wasn’t the most extrovert out of all of them, it wasn’t as easy for her to meet new people, let alone make friends but since everyone was grinning like idiots already coming to the conclusion that she would refuse, she found herself agreeing to the dare.

“No way,” Jeongyeon shook her head, smiling at the response. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am,” Momo replied, her ego now hurt due to her members’ reactions. 

“We should be thinking about a punishment then…”

Momo rolled her eyes. “One week,” she said, it was her turn to dare her members. “Give me one week and you will have your dare completed”.

Nayeon laughed and took Momo’s hand in a tight grip as a sign of their agreement. “We’ll see”.

--

Momo had made a mistake.

It would have been a thousand times easier to swallow her ego and accept the fact that she wouldn’t be able to take a girl to her bed in one week.

On the first night, she sneaked to a club. She arrived way past midnight with the sole purpose of finding someone to bring back to her hotel room but as soon as she stepped into the club, she only found familiar faces. She was escorted to the VIP section so she found colleagues, choreographers, celebrities, was she supposed to take one of them with her? No way.

She took a shot to loosen up and confidently made her way to the regular section in order to find someone who would go with her. As she arrived at the bar and ordered a beer, she realized people had already noticed her and heads were turning in her direction. Even a couple of pictures were taken so she had to go back to the VIP section in order to avoid any fuzz.

Once in her section, she looked around tiptoeing the idea of flirting with someone there. It shouldn’t be so difficult right? It must happen all the time, just two adults going home together. She recognized a couple of people, all of them older men. Not even one girl on sight. She took her purse and made her way out before any of those drunk businessmen wanted to approach her.

She laid defeatedly on her hotel room that night, discarding the idea of the club. She was too recognizable and it was too public to make a move with a stranger without people noticing.

A dating app? She thought to herself as she took her phone and scrolled through it. Best place for a hook up and nothing else, right? 

A couple of minutes later she had already gotten herself a few matches and was trying to charm her way to a girl who was a couple of blocks near.

“So you’re a Momo fan,” the girl texted at the sight of her picture.

Momo groaned. Of course she wouldn’t believe it was actually her.

“I’m not…”

“Then why do you have a picture of her as your profile? You’re a once for sure”.

“I’m… actually Momo”.

Blocked.

Momo groaned when she realized she couldn’t send more messages.

What else was she supposed to do if no one in that app believed that she was actually Momo. 

She sighed deeply and took a look at the time. Almost 4 in the morning and she was supposed to be at the studio at 10.

Two options failed on the same night. She was screwed.

--

Momo arrived at the studio 30 minutes prior to the arranged time exclusively to take a little nap on the couch behind the mixing desk. She was still tired from the night before and it didn’t take much for her to close her eyes and fall asleep even if it was for a brief amount of time.

“Morning, Momo-ssi,” a voice disrupted her sleep not even 10 minutes into her nap, “sorry for interrupting, but I need to show our new worker the setting since she’s going to help the producer with your recording today”.

Momo sat up straight and rubbed her eyes, not even processing the information when she saw the man walking into the recording booth.

“Good morning,” another voice said, it was softer and filled with respect. Momo glanced at the door and realized you were standing there. She quickly stood up and bowed at you, mimicking the movements you were doing towards her. 

“Come here, Y/N-ssi,” the man asked from the booth, calling you with his arm for you to see the setting inside and check the mic volume with the main computer. 

Her eyes followed you, the dare still going around in her head. She felt a little bit weird knowing you were a worker there but it wouldn’t hurt to try her luck. As soon as you glimpsed onto the couch, she shot you a soft smile which you immediately returned with a shade of pink creeping into your cheeks. 

Momo didn’t have to look any longer, she had found her girl.

Part 2

[floralcyanide]

At the Bottom

Austin Butler x Reader

request:

angst prompt #2: “It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!” by @jolovesfandoms

warnings: angst, unrequited love

summary: You're getting married to the love of your life, but will that all come crashing down because of a confession?

word count: 1112

author’s note:hiii thanks again for 2k followers! here is the first request! I hope everyone enjoys it even though it's angsty lol

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“I watched you throw out your bouquet, now I think about you every day. I’m alone now in my bed.”

Today, you’re getting married. It’s supposed to be the most magical and amazing day of your life. But so far, it’s been really stressful and nerve-wracking. Your photographer is running late, rain clouds are beginning to form on the horizon, and your best friend has decided to confess his undying love for you.

You don’t know that yet, though. Currently, you’re standing in the courtyard of the venue as rain begins to fall softly, and you cringe as it hits your skin. Austin needed to talk to you about something, and he’s nowhere to be found as the rain starts falling faster. Shielding your face from the rain, you look around and finally spot Austin jogging over to you.

“Should we go inside now?” you ask as he approaches.

“What I need to tell you isn’t something I want others to hear,” Austin grimaces.

You furrow your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

Taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling, Austin runs a hand through his hair, “I’m in love with you.”

Your blood runs cold, numbing your body as you search for the words to respond with. His words play over and over in your head. I’m in love with you. You can’t decipher if you’re angry because you gave up on your feelings for Austin long ago when you realized it would never be mutual, or because he decided to return those feelings today of all days. Either way, anger and grief have gathered up in your eyes and begun to spill down your cheeks.

“No,” you say, lip trembling, “You’re lying. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” Austin reaches his hands out to grab yours, but you yank them away from his grasp.

“I loved you for so damn long, Austin,” you whisper, shaking your head at him, “I loved you for so long, but you never saw it. You never saw me.”

“I’ve always seen you-”

Austin pauses as one of your other close friends runs up to you, “Are you okay? Is everything alright over here?”

“Everything is fine. I was just about to come inside,” you lie, gently tapping at the corners of your eyes, trying not to make your face blotchy and swollen.

Your friend eyes Austin carefully before turning to you, “Let’s get you inside. We need to hurry and fix you up.”

What are you supposed to do now? Thinking about marrying your partner after knowing the person you were deeply in love with loves you back seems very difficult. You don’t say a single word or answer anyone’s questions as you pass by friends and family on your way to the wardrobe room. Everyone begins whispering about the obvious tears in your eyes. Soon enough, word gets to your fiance that you’re upset. You’re holed up in the wardrobe room of the venue, face in your hands, when they knock on the door.

“Is everything alright, sweetheart?” 

You sniff, uncovering your face, so your voice is clear, “Everything is fine.”

“You can tell me anything, you know,” your fiance says through the door.

“Yeah, I do,” you frown.

You’ve been thinking about how to bring up the situation with them, but only two options come up. One, you tell them you don’t know who to choose, and you cancel the wedding. Two, you tell them Austin has feelings for you, pretend you don’t reciprocate them, and get married to your fiance. Either way, you’re going to lose someone you love today. So, you decide just to tell them Austin confessed and see how they answer,

“Then tell me what’s going on, love.”

You stand up from the chair you were sitting in and begin pacing the room, your teeth worrying at your bottom lip.

“Austin told me he is in love with me,” you blurt out.

“Oh,” your fiance says plainly. A brief moment of silence follows until they clear their throat, “I kind of know that already. I think everyone does.”

Your eyes widen in shock and then squint in anger, “Am I seriously the last one to find out?”

“It appears that way,” your fiance chuckles.

“I wish I could find it funny, but I don’t. I loved him- I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to do,” you stutter, gliding your hands into your hair and pulling at it in distress.

“It’s okay. Just think about it and decide what you think is right.”

A minute passes before you speak up, “Okay.”

And you do think about it. About an hour passes before you finally decide to continue with the wedding. As much as it hurts you and as much as it’s going to hurt Austin, you really love and care about your fiance. And you aren’t about to call off your wedding because Austin waited too late to say how he felt, much less waited until the day you were getting married. Not to mention now that this has happened, along with the photographer never showing up, the wedding has to be rescheduled.

You finally unlock the door and head downstairs to the courtyard, where Austin has remained this whole time. His forearms are resting upon his knees with his head hanging in embarrassment.

“Hi,” you say as you quietly approach Austin.

He looks up, “Hi.”

You take a deep breath, “You can leave, we’re doing this another day.”

“The wedding? I didn’t ruin it did I?” Austin frowns.

You purse your lips together, “It isn’t completely your fault, Aus.”

He sighs, “It is my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake.”

“I’m sorry,” you look down at your feet as tears well in your eyes, “You’re just too late.”

“I understand,” Austin mutters. 

You pull him into a hug, and after a moment of not returning it, he finally wraps his arms around you.

“I’m sorry I was too late. If I had told you before, how would you have felt?”

“I love you,” you say sadly, pulling away from the embrace, “But waiting until the day I’m marrying someone else is not acceptable. I wish you would’ve said something sooner. I’m sorry.”

Austin nods, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I guess I’ll head out, then.”

“Alright. I’ll see you around?” you ask.

“Sure,” Austin smiles solemnly.

The two of you remain friends after that, but it isn’t the same. You end up marrying your fiance a few weeks later without issue. To this day, you still think about Austin and wonder how different things would have been had he told you sooner. But, you don’t dwell on it. You’re happy with your partner, and that’s what matters.

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[faeseekerandy]

song 7 for a character of your choosing lol :)

I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault (Frankenstein)

Rathaway X Rachel Roth – Rathaway doesn’t know she’s a titan and she’s scouting him to join the Titans. Rathaway has all the issues.

BB woke up unable to understand what was compelling him to want to be a rat. His entire body grew hair and he slowly grew smaller and smaller until is was a tiny mouse. Then like chasing cheese he walked out in the middle of the night without telling anyone. Come breakfast the fact that he was not first at the table caused great concern for everyone involved. Luckly for him BB was tagged and was easy to find.

Central CITY! – Grayson was concerned – Why did he go to central city in the middle of the night! Raven you wanna take this one? – Asked Damien – the kid follows you around like a lost puppy, so go fetch our pet so….

The look on Raven’s face and the extra set of eyes was all the cue Damien needed to drop the subject. He’s not sure how well he can stack up against Trigon and wasn’t in the mood to find out.

Rachel opened a portal directly to the cosmic location were BB was, he saw him, as a rat surrounded by an army of rats, one tiny green spec in a sea of filthy disgusting rats. He picked bb by the tail and attempted to snap him out of it. When even putting him on her chest did not work, it became obvious that his hypnosis was far more powerful than she could have imagined. She faded into the wall and watched carefully to figure out what was causing this extreme form of hypnosis that was not broken by anything magical or physical.

A few hours later a small stubby mass of complexes and issues walked in. Rachel instantly sensed the inner turmoil in this poor souls’ mind. All the issues! Abandonment issues, fear for his situation, not having a home and being forced to forage in the sewers, fear of extreme betrayal, all emotions she could sense coming from this cloud of frustration and angs.

What’s that you’re saying? – said Rathaway, said while talking to one of his rats – That this room smells like a Depeche Mode concert? Why yes it is very weird, did an army of Goth angsty teenagers waltzed by while I was away?

COME OUT, you can hide your visage but not your smell of cheap eyeliner and Sucreabeille perfume. Let me guess, demon girl, or daughter of Satan, or something devil related. – Rathaway look annoyed.

FINE GEESH – Raven came out of the shadow – one of those rats is mine, and I need it back.

Really? Wish one- asked Rathaway not taken aback by the figure emerging from the wall.

Raven - Takea guess !

Rathaway – Yea not a lot of green demon rats are there. Rathaway was almost amused but playing it cool. He was trying to figure out at what moment to send the army of rats at him.

I rolled a 20 on my mind reading abilities, you’re an open book to me, and if you don’t wanna see a million rats go up in flame I suggest you keep your filthy pets to yourself – Said Raven

Oh a Geek a devil girl, I suppose rolling seduction is out of the question. – Said Rathaway.

Not if you want me to kick your dices! – Raven was kinda annoyed at this point.

FINE your intimidation roll worked, here is your freeky green rat. – said rathaway releasing his spell.

How do I know he’s not gonna be hypnotized again – asked Raven annoyed.

You don’t! I may want to see you again and then all I’ve got to do is play this fl…. – he was interrupted when raven took over the flute with her magic and prepared to destroy it.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO – he lunged at the flute crying in a panic. It was pathetic. He fled to a dark corner of the room,crying and trying to claw at the wall to find a place to hide it.

That flute, its precious to you isn’t it – you don’t really need it to fight me but you cling to it. Said raven

Would you stop reading my FUCKING MIND ALREADY! – at one point you have to realize it feels like being naked in front of a million people.

You took my precious pet, this creature is my price possession, and I refuse to go easy on you until I know without a shadow of a dought that it belongs to me and me alone. I play with it,and tease it as I see fit. I wont let some snut punk wanna be villain with issues take him from me. MAKE IT HAPPEN!

Rathaway trembling made an alteration to the Anti life equation that made it so it could not be used specifically on BB.

Alright since you kept your end of the bargain I’ll stop probing your mind. – Said raven – I don’t normally do that. But you took my precious pet so I was not gonna play fair. I was ready to send you to hell if needed.

Bhhhhh the devil girl is gonna send me to hell, spooky, could you be any more of a cliché – rathaway was annoyed. Do you know what you put me thru just now! If you had me by the balls I would not have been more horrified. That flute…

It’s a toten of trauma, interrupted Raven, you need to let it go, forgot it and begin to heal. It will be difficult but if you come with me, with the titans, you can slowly come to live a normal life, with friends that wont abandon you.

Yea Sure, you’re sooo normal demon girl – rathaway was more relaxed now that he sensed no hostility from Rachel.

I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal. And ever-present. Sometimes you can be safely at a home and see something on tv and suddenly it comes back like a monster, a predator. And you try to act normal so nobody sees your suffering, but the sweat and the palpitations, and your inability to stand up, the betray you, so you say you’re going to take a bath so nobody sees you tremble.

And sometimes you can be under a bridge feeling like the world is collapsing over you, and you feel thankful because its not the worst that’s ever happened to you. You think, compared to where I’ve been, being homeless doesn’t feel so bad, and then you realize that….

Raven hugged Rathaway, and then he was quiet, she kept repeating over and over – “none of this was your fault, none of this was your fault.”

I missed being hugged so much – Rathaway was smiling, - Ok lets get going.

Dude I had the weirdt dream  - the rat changed form into a human, rathaway look puzzled

IT WAS A DREAM!  - screamed Raven, her pale skin showing a slight hint of blush under all the eye liner and pale face paint.  – IT WAS A DREAM AND DONT FUCKING GET ANY IDEAS

       BB turning into a tiny puppy begin whimpering.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag, @eclecticwildflowers! I decided to share an excerpt from a particularly angsty fic I've been working on for a long time now and am super proud of and excited about.

Tagging @cillmequick, @unluckycat111, @amyowl470, @peakyltd, @call-sign-shark, @runnning-outof-time, @zablife, @moral-terpitude, @shelbydelrey, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @scaryscarecrows, @confidentandgood, @emilynightshade89, @everythingelseisextra, and anyone else interested!

Lady of the Various Sorrows

(Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC)

“Lucy…” Grace began to broach the next topic very, very carefully. “You need to tell Tommy.”

Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, shoulders shrinking in on herself. “I know.”

Grace eyed her assessingly. Just the mention of it had Lucy practically radiating nervousness. “I suppose, if you wanted, I could be the one to tell him,” she offered. 

“No,” she sighed, bringing her cigarette, practically just a sad stub of white, to her lips. “It should be me.”

“For what it’s worth…” Grace began to say, choosing each word with the utmost care. “I really don’t think that his reaction will be nearly as bad as you think.”

“I’ve taken so long to tell him, Grace…” Lucy’s eyes were huge as she shook her head back and forth. As if she were scared to death of him. 

“He’s not going to be angry with you,” Grace tried to assure. Tommy was always incredibly gentle when it came to Lucy. “And he’s not going to leave you, either,” she added. Of that she was absolutely certain. The worst that she could think of happening would be that he’d be hurt she hadn’t told him sooner. But even then, he would probably understand.

Lucy didn’t respond. Instead she just leaned her head to the side until it was resting on her shoulder. Grace wrapped an arm around her, letting her cheek cushion against the top of Lucy’s soft red hair. She was soft and warm against her. Sometimes she forgot just how tiny Lucy actually was. It was easy, with how massive of a presence she had in her life. How assuredly she carried herself. But seated there on the couch, practically cowering into Grace’s side at the mere thought of having to come clean to Tommy about the secret she’d kept from him for years, she looked incredibly, delicately, small. Grace studied her for a long moment, trying to decipher the fear that she saw in her eyes. The conclusion that she arrived at as to what Lucy was actually so terrified of made her frown.

“Lucy…Tommy isn’t going to love you any less just because you can’t give him a baby.”  

Lucy sniffed, turning the stub of her cigarette over and over between her fingers. “Yeah. Maybe.”

[guggi04]

Tell me about your Baz fic please!!!! 👀🖤

Ah! Fellow Baz fan!😉 Certainly. 💕 Can’t have too much of dear ol’ Bazzy.

It’s gonna start out a lil angsty like my other Baz fics.. They’re on an outing and his plush Bunny gets injured (an ear gets ripped off😧). So Baz is sad about his broken bunny and scared that the crew will now think of him as careless with his possessions.

Of course it all ends happily. Haven’t decided if Bunny stays ripped like that (because you can also love ‘broken’ things🥰) or they mend it somehow. Leaning more toward the first option tbh..

Anyway! You get a looooong snippet 😉

Baz is tired. Tired, sleepy, weary, fatigued. Exhausted too! At the brink of unconsciousness even. He stretches in front of the beautifully carved mirror, swaying his hips from side to side. Almost like a dance. Sometimes he dances to Frenchie’s music, he thinks and smiles alongside the melodious memories.

There’s a knock on the door before Stede enters with a beige shirt thrown over one arm and a bright smile to rival Baz’s own. “Ready for our big day on land?”

Baz nods and yawns. He tries hard to stifle it, but finds himself unable to. Stede knows perfectly well what has made him so sapped of energy. He chooses to focus on the task of getting Baz set for the on-shore outing.

“Where did I put that hairbrush?” Stede asks aloud, even if he already knows the answer. On top of the dresser. Always on top of the dresser, he mouths silently.

“I’m afraid most of the crew is busy helping Roach take stock of our remaining edible provisions in the galley, so your hair will have to suffer under my administration. Not to worry, though! This isn’t my first time doing braids.” He opens a drawer and finds two scrunchies.

Another poorly concealed yawn.

Stede tuts as he carefully brushes through Baz’s long hair. Izzy had already admonished Ed for staying up too late and telling Baz and his eager ears tall tales all night, but it certainly cannot hurt to warn Ed once more. Perhaps twice. Dear Baz lacking sleep and being unprepared for their shopping trip on land simply will not do anyone any good.

It’s important not to make Baz feel guilty about it however. None of this is his fault. Who wouldn’t get caught up in stories about Ed’s exciting seafaring adventures? And it doesn’t matter if Izzy disclaims half of them as fabrications of Ed’s vivid imagination, he is a gifted narrator nonetheless! Stede himself had often been enraptured for hours on end, doing little else except lovingly observing the dramatic theatrics when Ed was in the right mood for storytelling.

There is, quite clearly, a time and a place for everything and yesterday just wasn’t it.

Of course Stede feels the need to allow Baz and a member of the crew to stay behind on the ship so Baz can catch up on some much needed sleep, but everyone is needed on land today and Baz has been looking forward to going to the homemade crafts market for weeks on end now. Only his sixth outing overall and Stede will hate for him to miss it because of poor planning on Ed’s part.

No, he shakes his head at himself. I can’t blame Ed for wanting to have a little fun with Baz, even if the timing was rather inconvenient.

“There we are.” He finishes the second braid and displays it over Baz’s shoulder, just the way he prefers it. Baz holds up Bunny in front of the mirror so he can help approve of Stede’s skills with a hairbrush.

“Bunny likes it too? Lucky me! Too bad he only has two ears, if he had three we could also braid them. You’d match each other perfectly.”

Baz jumps on the spot and hides his face in Stede’s shoulder like he always does when he thinks it’s all getting a bit silly. Stede has learned it’s Baz’s way of showing he’s giggling.

“No?” Stede laughs heartedly. “We’ll leave his bunny ears as they are then. Much better like that, I agree.”

[theamethystofficial]

Send me a 😤 for a random angsty scene from one of my works.

“Molly, don’t —“

“Don’t what? Don’t fight for you? You don’t deserve to die for me, Fjord.”

“I’m a pirate, Molly,” Fjord says softly. “Wouldn’t say it wasn’t deserved.”

“You’re also terribly nice. A good listener, a loyal friend, ridiculously charming — we’ve got to figure out a way to get out of this.”

“I don’t think there is one, Molly.”

That makes them pause. Looking up at Fjord, they’re struck by his expression. It’s quite unlike anything they’ve seen on him before – a soft look, full of a surprising amount of fondness and sincerity.

“I don’t want you to feel like…you have to tie yourself to this,” he says. “To these fuckin’ – heartless mages who probably have very little interest in your well-being. You don’t deserve that treatment, Molly. No one does. You’re in control of your life. You get to choose what to do, where to go–”

“That’s the thing, though, I choose you.” Frantically Mollymauk squeezes Fjord’s hands. “I don’t want to be here if you’re not.” They squeeze their eyes shut, hardly registering the tears falling down their cheeks. “You make things bearable, y’know? It’s rare that I find people who like me for me, and nothing more. You make me feel like an actual – fuck, an actual person. You make me laugh, and think, and want to see the world again. I promise you, I can stomach whatever is waiting for me in Rexxentrum if it means you’re alive somewhere. I can’t sentence someone I love to death just because I’m scared of my own past.”

“You…” Fjord stutters, something catching in his throat. Silence settles between the two, and Mollymauk worries the door will open far too soon. “I love you too.”

Mollymauk’s eyes flutter open when they hear that. They don’t resist as Fjord lifts their face gently by the chin. He holds their gaze before glancing to their lips and back up again. “Can I–?”

“Please,” Molly whispers.

Without another word, Fjord leans in and presses his lips against theirs. It almost doesn’t feel real, how soft his lips are. It’s a soft thing, gentle and lingering. As Fjord pulls away for a moment, Mollymauk chases after him, bringing him in for another. It’s a more passionate thing than the first. Carefully they bring a hand to the nape of his neck, holding him closer.

When they separate it’s far too soon.

“I’ll find you,” Mollymauk whispers, voice shaking. “I love you. This isn’t forever.”

[silkscream]

could you do a peter request where reader is feeling insecure bc guys treat her like she’s disposable so she’s sulking to peter asking if she isn’t pretty/funny/whatever enough but then he tells her she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and they have angsty soft sex

ੈ✩ pairing: peter parker x reader

ੈ✩ warnings: smut (18+ only), angst,

ੈ✩ wc: 1.7k

the familiar tapping on your window comes as a mirage to you, but when the red-suited figure comes into view, your pulse is calmed only slightly when he brings you back to reality. burrowed in your blankets, you flash your best friend a half-hearted smile.

“hey, bug boy.”

“hey! i brought over those leftovers you wanted. also, mr. delmar gave me an extra brownie for you and i had to stop ned from eating it— hey, are you okay?”

“mhm.”

“you look like you’re crying,” peter furrows his brows, quick to discard his suit and pull over a sweatshirt of his that he’d left in the corner of your room as he makes his way over to your bed.

“‘m fine, pete,” you mumble. “gonna put on some pants any time, soon?

“y/n,” he emphasizes, a frown setting on his face. he touches your cheek carefully, almost timidly. peter parker has been your best friend since middle school, yet he still doesn’t know what your boundaries are in regards to touching. you’re always the one to initiate it, with your hands absentmindedly running through his brown locks during movies or unprompted attacks so that he’d give you piggyback rides. for some reason, his fingertips to your face makes him feel like he’s stepping over a line.

“hey. you gotta talk to me. you know i’m not gonna leave you alone until you do.”

you chuckle, tears spilling onto your cheeks as you smile and attempt to cover your face with the sleeves of your hoodie.

“it’s stupid. i don’t— i thought that i was just bad at, at like, socializing. and then i hit it off with that guy lucas and he ghosted me which is fine, it’s just. i don’t know what’s wrong with me, peter.”

“what? nothing’s wrong with you. boys are assholes, okay? this dude doesn’t deserve you. you— i didn’t know you were seeing anyone,” peter blinks rapidly, the last sentence coming out rushed and mumbly. somehow, the topic of you dating people never came to mind considering how the two of you were always attached at the hip. the mention of another boy’s name makes his stomach drop. 

“i wasn’t— i’m certainly not now. it’s like, okay, i get laid for once, and then when i actually try to get close to someone they disappear. am i that fucking disposable?”

“you slept with him?”

“yes, peter, we’re all of age. some of us even have sex,” you snap at him. you regret it immediately when you see the look on his face. “i’m sorry. just— just forget it.”

you sigh and wipe your face, leaning your head away from him to stare your ceiling. you feel his body shift as he crawls into bed with you and you feel your heart leap.

“you are not disposable,” peter finally murmurs.

“i feel like something’s intrinsically wrong with me. always thought there was since i was born, maybe. like, maybe i can be abrasive or i’m not everyone’s type and maybe i’m even that fucking pretty, but jesus christ. it’s like i repel everyone i go near.”

“you couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”

when you turn your head, peter looks at you with the slightest tinge of pink on his cheekbones. his crooked nose quivers in the tiniest motion the way a rabbit would. you’ve always noticed when he did that but never thought to bring it up. his face scrunches up in a fit of worry when you don’t respond, so he chooses to stroke your scalp, which has your eyelids fluttering in response.

“thanks,” is all you can mutter at the moment, heart nearly pounding out of your chest from the sensation of your best friend touching you, even this chastely. you wonder if you’d go into cardiac arrest if he touched you anywhere else. 

he mumbles something unintelligible into your hair and the words of tenderness get muffled. 

“hm?” you muse.

“i think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“you do?” your voice nearly cracks. 

he simply smiles at you in this sad, genuine way — not out of pity, but out of admiration and bittersweetness. like he knows that the moment those words came out of his mouth that whatever would happen between the two of you might crash and burn completely, but he was okay with being the one who got hurt.

your lips meet his like a sucker punch. he tastes like rain. there’s a sharp inhale in his throat, the curve of his throat tightening as he nestles his palm into your shoulder. you feel like an overflowing sink suddenly, and you think that maybe peter prying you open would be the cure to your ailment, but you know that maybe you’ve gone too far.

you pry yourself away from him like a knife out of your gut.

“i’m sorry. ‘m really… emotional, and that wasn’t fair and you were probably just trying to make me feel better—“ his hot mouth shuts you up with with dizzying piety, his kisses washing away the hurt that’s charring the creaky floorboards of your heart. 

you don’t notice the tears fall because you feel too good. it feels better than any other time someone’s kissed you, because all those other times were devoid of passion completely. your bodies fuse together quickly like melting candle wax, legs intertwined. 

he pulls away when he feels the wetness on your cheeks touching his.

“are you okay?” he whispers, his voice thread-bare. 

“yeah. ‘m just happy,” you chuckle breathily. 

“but if you think this might be a bad idea—“

“i don’t care, peter,” you kiss him again, desperately rocking your hips against his as you nearly knock teeth. you’re surprised by the whimper that comes out of you. it almost hurts how badly you want him. you gasp when you feel his teeth on your neck.

he pushes you back onto your plush mattress with his hands clasped in yours. both of your movements are clumsy, feverish, but both of you are determined to break open the other. you feel him rutting underneath you, his hardness grazing your bare thighs, and oh, the slightest wetness.

peter forgets that he’d forgotten to put on pants completely until his eyes widen at the feeling of your fingertips grazing his hips, sliding under the elastic of his calvin kleins. in response, he gently yanks at your shirt, prompting you to take it off and lay bare in front of him.

his tongue swirls around your hard nipple, sucking and biting until he releases with a pop just to kiss you down your stomach. peter’s chestnut eyes have gone dark ochre with calloused hands holding down your hips. when his mouth reaches the band of your panties, you stop him. he looks at you curiously.

“can i eat you out?”

“i want you to fuck me,” you whimper.

“i wanted to make you come first,” he pecks your hip.

“y’probably will,” you gasp, pulling on his hair to bring him back to you while his hard cock brushes along your core. “just want you really bad. now.”

“anything for you.”

he swallows a gulp in his throat before removing his briefs the same time you discard your underwear. two lonely souls bare in front of each other, vulnerable like you’re meeting for the first time, yet this is all too familiar. peter doesn’t want you to know that he’s had too many dreams with this exact setting, and he can’t in his right mind believe that it’s actually happening now.

you buck your hips eagerly as he hovers above you. he chuckles at your desperation, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gliding his cock along the velvet of your slick cunt, then nudging inside of you. 

the moment you feel him, you let out a lewd moan that has him falling apart. the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

you whine louder as he pushes in and out of you slowly and he has to cover your mouth with his palm. your breath hitches in your throat as you mewl quietly, listening to the slow grunts and ragged moans falling out of his mouth.

“jesus christ,” he hisses. “you feel fucking amazing.”

despite the awkwardness, the sensation of him filling you up is too good to notice the gangling crossfire of limbs and mouths, experimental to the both of you considering this might as well serve as both of your first times. every lover that had made you feel disposable had now ceased to exist in your mind — there were no tears left to cry. there was only peter.

he tries something, pulls your body flush against his as he leans forward into the cruz of your thighs and lifts them just a bit higher. the tighter angle has the coil in your stomach ready to unravel at any moment. 

“oh my god,” your mouth spills. your nails mark the length of peter’s back with carnal heedlessness. 

“yeah, shit, yes—“ peter croaks into your collarbone. the sound of his voice so low and on edge turns you on to oblivion, and with the thickness of his cock hitting deeper into your cunt, your hypothesis is bound to come true.

when he thrusts into you faster, muscles tensed and hands pushing down on your stomach, your tears come back on impact.

“just like that, fuck,” you groan. “i think ‘m gonna…”

“let go for me, pretty,” he coaxes. 

jolts of lightning seize through your body as your vision blurs. he kisses you again and you bite on his lip, sucking gently to prevent yourself from screaming out of pleasure.

it sends him over the edge, until he spills himself into you with hushed groans. you bask in the way you’re flooded with him, his smell and his breath and his skin. as you both emerge back to your shared consciousness, your bodies stay together swathed in warmth.

of all the desolation you’d felt in your life, peter is perhaps the one thing to clear the fog. 

“i think you were made for me,” you whisper.

he lets out a breathy laugh, still recovering from his high. he takes your hands and kisses your knuckles. “i’m whatever you want me to be.”

[equestriagirl16]

Here’s a drabble of my personal TWST MC headcannon that’s more so just an OC headcannon tbh, but I digress.

I like to imagine that in a certain turn of events, especially since it isn’t specified in game, that Yuu/MC didn’t have anyone or anything back home. Honestly as angsty as it may seem, I want something other than the typical isekai scenario where when the time comes the MC must choose between two homes. While it’s a classic and I don’t hate it I would personally be beside myself, and just want a story that’s pure escapism. No trading anything for anything. The world that you ended up in is a world where you’re meant to stay.~

So one day when you’re with Crewel on an outing, getting some food that you’re sloppily devouring he simply says. “You're quite the messy little pup aren’t you, didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners.” As he carefully cleans you up.

“I don’t know, never had one.” The silence that followed was almost deafening and Crewel could only look at you with a mix between confusion and concern.

“S-Sorry just popped into my head!” You tried to quell his worries, but he just continued tidying you up.

“You…never had one?” His voice was low while he finished, you looked off awkwardly being ever so slightly embarrassed by the situation you created.

“I never had a dad either, I didn’t really have anybody. I don’t think I ever met them, or knew who they were. One of my earliest memories is just crying in a cradle surrounded by tons of others.”

“An orphanage?” You perked up at his correct guess.

“Yeah, it was! Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t some Annie scenario, the place was fairly decent. Cool people, good food, good teaching.” You trailed off for a moment as you deciphered your own thoughts and memories. It slowly but surely all started to come back to you.

“I wasn’t alone but, anyone who looked after me wasn’t around for long. Any friends I made eventually got adopted, while I just stuck around.”Crewel listened intently but you could feel the look of sympathy on his face staring you down.

“Before I knew it I grew up, and you know how it goes. The chances of anyone older than a child finding a home are slim. It’s funny how that works though, you think parents would want less responsibility but nah. Just another cute baby to smother in love.” You say the last part mockingly to lighten the mood, but the air remained thick. Still you found it hard to stop talking, as if you broken some damn you spent so long building up. It felt…good to tell him, and you didn’t really get why. No one else so far knew this story, you didn’t want them to. Crewel was so kind and nurturing to you though, he really was. He's the closest thing you have to a parent and this is what parents do right? They listen.

“I didn’t really think much of it though. I tried to make something of myself since I would only have a few years left in the place. I got a job, some money in my pocket, but I still felt so..” You paused taking a deep breath, a small twinge of pain seeping into your stomach. Crewel placed a warm hand on your back, moving it in circles to coax you on.

“I don’t know, directionless. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself, I just did what I had to. I didn’t have anyone to guide me through it, to support me. I was lonely.” You finally admitted to yourself as a sniffle left your throat, but tried hard to fight the tears.

“So one night, when I got off work, I ran into the nearest forest outside town.” You cleanched your fists and let out a shaky breath.

“I was so sad, and I had no idea why. I didn’t know if I was tired, or angry, or confused. The feelings were just so big.” A single tear rolled down your cheek. Crewel still continued to comfort you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“So, I went to a place where I could let it all out, where I could get it over with. Maybe if I just let it happen I could finally move on.”

A memory flashed in your mind of you running through a chill forest. Trees blocked the night sky, as the subtle moonlight that broke through illuminated your way. Your breathing was hard and ragged, from both the running and your heavy heart. When you tripped and stumbled onto the ground, your body could no longer move and you let the emotions overtake you. Letting out choked sobs and loud whimpers as you held yourself close. Desperately shielding yourself from the cold and to sooth your pain.

“I cried, I cried hard. Until there wasn’t anything left.” Again in your memory, you slipped onto the ground laying still. Only moving slightly when a few stray hiccups left your body every so often.

“Then…that’s when it happened, a huge horse and chariot just appeared out of no where.”

In the final flash within your mind you were startled by the old fashioned vehicle, but so curious and entranced by its mythical aura. You pulled yourself up to your feet, and in a daze you sauntered towards it slowly. The doors to the chariot opened, and you could hardly make out its interior with how brightly it shone. You breathed deeply, and looked around for an owner or perhaps for a reason. For anything to stop you from entering, but nothing came. You looked back at the creature pulling the chariot, carefully petting it to comfort yourself and earn its favor as it responded with an enthusiastic whinny. After a small chuckle you decided, without another thought you gave into the mysterious pull and made your way into the chariot. Its doors carefully shut behind you as everything began to move quickly enough to shake you around. The last thing you remember were magical glimmers of light invading your vision, and then darkness soon after.

“The next time I woke up I was on the ceremony room floor, and the rest is history.” You conluded, there was silence but you broke it after clearing your throat in attempt to switch the mood.

“Hey but-maybe I was brought here for a reason. I mean, getting into the chariot did do me some good, I couldn’t even remember being sad for the longest time after that-” You were interrupted by Crewel who snatched you into a strong hug.

“Oh Pup, I had no idea.”

“Of course you didn’t, it’s not like I ever told anybody.” With one last squeeze the man pulled back, still gripping your shoulders sternly.

“You went through so much. Perhaps it was destiny that brought you to the wonderland.” You nodded slowly in agreement.

“But I wonder pup, would you still want to go back? To the life you said gave you nothing?” His words broke through as you looked at him wide eyed.

“You have a home here now. As selfish as it is, I can’t in good faith think of letting you return to a world where you aren’t appreciated. In favor of one where you are, by all who know you.” The sincerity in his face and voice hit you hard, you knew he cared about you but you never really thought about any of that before either. A million and one things ran through your head as you tried to answer.

“I mean I don’t know, I still want the option! I guess it’d be weirdly comforting in a way to know I’m not completely stuck here. Plus I don’t wanna say I gave up on one life to trade it for another. Wouldn’t that be kinda selfish? B-But I don't want to give you guys up, I just-don’t know I don’t know-” Crewel attempted to calm you down when you started spiraling, trying to pull you out from the rabbit hole you were falling in. He embraced you in another hug, squeezing you closely.

“Of course, you do not by any means need to have any of it figured out now. But you must know that you aren’t alone anymore. As your friends, as your family we are all here for you now and forever. No matter what you may choose I can promise you that pup.” While he comforted you in his embrace you tried to stifle the small hiccups that dared to come out. But after a moment you simply hugged Crewel back, and let a few stray tears loose as he rubbed your back tenderly with some encouraging words.

“Thanks dad.”

That night when Crewel dropped you off at Ramshackle, despite him insisting to take you to his home, you immediately flopped into bed. Grim cracked opened an eye and asked you how everything went, as well as if you got something for him. Chuckling you toss your feline friend a toy, to which he happily starts playing with forgetting your existence. You then take your phone out of your pocket and check the group chat you’ve made with all your NRC friends.

MC(YOU): Hey guys

Thing 1(ACE): What’s up y/n

Thing 2(DEUCE): Hey, how’d your day with Professor Crewel go?

Leo🦁(LEONA): How much you wanna bet he took them to the dog park again?

Cay-Cay(CATER): Or the rescue, did you take pics can you show me???♦️🐶

Main Squeeze(FLOYD): Maybe he finally bought shrimpy that collar he’s always whispering about🦮🦮🦮

Queen👑(VIL): A collar? Please, the man has some class. Now a handmade choker I can envision.

4eyes-8legs(AZUL): replied to Main Squeeze—Yes he might be taking the puppy thing a little too literally.

Litwick🕯(IDIA): did you get to check out the new console at the arcade I told you about, it’s fine if you didn’t though..

Gucci bucchie(RUGGIE): Or tried the donuts at that kiosk?

Howl🐺(JACK): replied to Gucci Bucchie—You just wanted them to bring you some back didn’t you?

Little rosehearts❤️(RIDDLE): I believe we were asking how Y/N’s day went.

You laughed heartily at your friends antics, but before ‘several people start typing’ you settled and began to type again.

MC(YOU): Yeah uh

…

MC(YOU): There’s something I wanna tell you guys

MC(YOU): About how I got here.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any fic where derek is trapped in his wolf form, stiles meets him for the first time and has no idea he s a werewolf but somehow ends up helping him change back anyway? I crave long angsty fics

For sure.

From the Ashes by 2Lot

(4/? I 3,057 I Not Rated)

After hunters kill his pack Derek is running with kid Erica and Isaac, the last of his family, hiding in wolf form in a forest. After an attack, Stiles finds the two pups in the woods and takes them home to take care of them. Derek searches for them, first worried that Stiles is a threat, and then worried that Stiles might be something else altogether.

Like A Beast by Brego_Mellon_Nin

(1/1 I 5,120 I Explicit)

“Um, what... Is that a real wolf? He isn’t... that isn’t a normal werewolf,” the boy stuttered, pulse hammering along.

Peter snorted, “The moron ran afoul of a witch and got himself cursed. She was a rather imaginative lady. Made it so he’d have to have wolfy sex in order to lift the curse. I think her exact words were ‘If you insist on behaving like a beast, I’m gonna make sure you have to fuck as one!’ Isn’t that about right, Derek?”

Derek glared as best he could, ears turned back and teeth showing.

Between Heaven and Hell by JazzyNym

(1/4 I 6,666 I Mature)

Derek's lost everything, and deals with it by giving into his wolf and choosing to leave the world behind. Stiles, back home in Beacon Hills after growing up away at boarding schools, is trying to figure out where he fits into this new life.

They're both not doing great. But then they find each other.

Callously Cursed by one-fandom-became-all-fandoms (Sara36913)

(1/1 I 9,693 I Mature)

Derek Hale was an elusive man—at least, that's what everyone in Beacon Hills believed.

Stiles wanted to get to the bottom of it all. What he got instead for his troubles was a minor heart attack, a black wolf repeatedly helping him and a new mystery to solve.

(You) Bring Out the Beast (In Me) by Ember

(6/6 I 21,049 I Explicit)

“Should I make out the wedding invitations?”

Stiles swallowed his mouthful of soda.”What?”

Lydia smirked. “Well, you and Derek have seemed awfully cozy lately. Just wanted to be supportive.”

“Oh, yeah, because that’s exactly why I went into wildlife preservation.” He rolled his eyes. “Beastiality jokes.”

+++

Aka the one where Derek is a wolf and Stiles is his trainer, and then magic and transformations and feelings happen.

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 58,399 I Teen)

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

Where You Still Remember Dreaming by yodasyoyo 

(15/15 I 95,612 I Explicit)

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”

“What’s yours?”

“Stiles.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.

“Lie.”

“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”

Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”

Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”

Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen)

(12/12 I 109,100 I Explicit)

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

(7/7 I 116,686 I Mature)

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

[cheeriecherrymain]

Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 6]

Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader Rating: T Warnings: Descriptions of a coffee-induced panic attack, one (1) very brief mention of a body-shaming mom Proofread: no beta we die like men Summary: Viktor continues to be one of the only supportive people in your life, but he isn’t helpful when it comes to fashion.

The following three weeks are less stressful than you ever thought they would be. You still feel like crying and pulling your hair out most days, but for the most part you don’t desire to disappear into the woods, never to be seen again.

Viktor had been your savior during this time, taking hours out of his already-busy schedule to meet up with you and work through what you needed help with. He tells you that he’s fairly confident that you know the class material, and that he also knows that’s not what you’re really stressed about.

“It’s just…writing music,” you admit one afternoon, gnawing idly on the end of your pen. “I’m not great at grasping new concepts and being able to apply them, y’know? Like I’ve read all the books I bought from cover to cover, and I still…don’t know where to start.”

Viktor is quiet for a couple moments, and very pensive. You can practically see the cogs and gears turning in his head, and you resist every urge in your body to reach forth and smooth out the crinkle between his pinched brows.

“Perhaps…you need to lower your expectations?” he suggests, and when you tilt your head in question, he continues, “It’s quite common to be struck with anxiety when trying new things, but I suspect your case is a little more severe, given that anxiety is something you struggle with.”

You gnaw harder on the end of your pen.

“I wonder if perhaps you worry about the things you create not being good enough?”

You stop chewing.

“And if this is the case, then perhaps you might need to try heading into new things with a different mindset. Instead of trying to make a perfect song right off the bat, maybe…you could try to make an awful song? You could make your goal more attainable, instead of setting yourself up for failure.”

You sigh deeply, resting your cheek on your palm with a pout. 

“I really hate that you’re right,” you mumble. “It’s harder with anxiety, but…I know you’re right. There comes a time where just reading about something isn’t enough anymore. I know I have to actually write songs in order to get better at it.”

Viktor reaches across the table to wrap a hand around yours, carefully avoiding the chewed-up pen still in your fist.

“It will not be easy,” he promises, “but it is possible. And if you need me to sit here with you while you work on songs, I will - no questions asked.”

Guilt fills your stomach then, and you shake your head with a smile. “I appreciate the offer, but I’d rather suffer through my frustration on my own. You’re already doing enough by helping me with class stuff.”

He seems to take the answer without detecting the roiling feeling in your gut, and you’re grateful he doesn’t sense your quickly-souring mood.

—

It takes a couple more days for you to put Viktor’s ideas into action. You keep finding little reasons to not start - benign, stupid reasons - but you know that you’re really just avoiding what scares you. Eventually, though, you’re able to choose a subject and start hammering out the most hideous lyrics you’ve ever laid eyes on; it’s possibly the worst thing you’ve ever written, including your first instrumental pieces in your angsty teen years. But for some reason…it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

Over a couple days, you’re able to refine the concept you’re working on - something simple, and a little bit goofy - and turn it into a somewhat-decent piece. It’s still not great by the end of it, and you certainly wouldn’t say that a song about apples is album-worthy anyways, but it’s…done. It’s done and it wasn’t as terrifying as you thought it would be, and if you can do this one thing, then how many others would you be able to make?

Your smile and positive mood are quickly dashed when your alarm starts blaring from your phone. You stare at it for a couple seconds in confusion, before the realization hits you like a bag of bricks. You rush over to the window and pull the light-blocking drapes away.

It’s morning.

It’s morning.

“Shit!” you hiss, double-checking the time, just in case your eyes have somehow failed you. But no, your initial assumption was correct: you’ve been up all night working on a song, and you didn’t even notice.

And now you’re exhausted and you have class, and an entire day of studying to complete beyond that.

With a pit in your stomach, you quietly wobble down to your kitchen to start making your first of many cups of coffee.

—

You walk into class, and you don’t even notice the contemptuous stares from the students in the first row. It’s barely been two hours since you were supposed to wake up, and you’ve already had four cups of coffee.

Typically, you tried to stay away from the stuff, only having a cup or two on a day out, or when you really needed the extra boost of concentration.

But four?

You can feel your heart beating in every part of your body, and your vision pulses slightly with every thump. 

You’re pretty sure that Professor Heimerdinger has started the lecture for the day, but you’re not positive. You can’t really hear what he’s saying.

The world is far away.

The sound of his voice is so…distant.

But not the thud of your heart.

So loud in your ears, it’s deafening. Fluttering in your chest, threatening to beat its way out of your ribcage.

You can’t breathe.

You don’t even know what you’re thinking about; maybe something, maybe nothing. Or maybe everything - every negative thought you’ve ever had, compiled into one huge insurmountable mess running through your mind.

That one time you walked into a glass door.

The way you took a joke too literally, in front of all your mother’s friends.

The way your mother nitpicked your body, your clothes, your hairstyle, the colour of your nails-

You swallow thickly, and shakily stand up. The professor doesn’t say anything, doesn’t pay you any mind, as you quietly tiptoe towards the exit, leaving all your belongings behind.

You barely make it ten feet down the hallway before you have to sit down and tuck yourself into a ball.

—

Viktor watches silently as you suddenly stand and make your way out of the lecture hall. He shoots you a questioning glance, but you don’t notice - you don’t even look at him. 

His first wonder is that perhaps you’re upset with him - you didn’t send him a good morning text as you usually do, nor did you say anything when you entered the room…

But when he looks closer at you, getting a good impression as you pass a few feet in front of him, he’s able to note the tears in your eyes. The stiffness of your posture, the tremble of your hands.

Worry washes over him in an instant, and he tries his best to be subtle when glancing out the small window in the door. He expects to see you disappearing around the corner, heading towards the washroom to perhaps catch your breath or splash a little bit of water on your face.

Instead, he sees you on the floor, curled up in a sad little lump.

He wants to go to you, wants to rush to your side and pull you into his arms, whisper quietly to you that everything would be okay; help you measure your breathing and offer you comfort while you waited out whatever panic you were going through.

But he can feel the eyes of the class on him. 

He knows the professor would notice, if he were to suddenly disappear after you.

A couple of the students had already seen the two of you out and about on your days off. He’d heard their whispers - he knew what they thought.

Things that made him furious, things that made him want to abandon his quiet and kind nature to defend you. Things that made him worry for your future in the university, should any of them ever be proven true.

Heimerdinger takes a pause in the lecture, moving to set up a powerpoint presentation to show while he spoke, and Viktor takes the chance. Quietly tells the professor that ‘one of the students is having a panic attack in the hallway’ and asks if he should ‘go out and make sure she’s okay?’.

He doesn’t make a move while Heimerdinger contemplates, and only once he’s given permission does he quietly follow you out the door.

—

You spend the next day and a half sleeping, and coming down from your rather horrid high.

As soon as Viktor had found a seat on the ground beside you, you’d started sobbing, apologizing to him, explaining why you were so up in arms all of a sudden.

He had listened carefully, never interrupting you despite the way you hiccuped and heaved. 

He just…listened.

Held your hand, and helped you breathe.

You feel quite silly immediately after the whole ordeal, making a small jab at yourself for ‘being so bad at self care’. But Viktor hadn’t laughed along with you; he’d knit your fingers with his and squeezed - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to draw your attention.

“You have two options,” he’d told you firmly. “You can go back into the lecture hall, pack up your things, and head home for the day, or-”

You’d opened your mouth to complain, and he had quickly covered your mouth with his other hand.

“Or,” he continued, “I can go and grab your things while you wait here, and you can head home for the day.”

You’d frowned at him.

He’d removed his hand.

You’d started to complain.

He’d squished his palm over your lips again.

“Option one, or option two,” he says. “It’s your choice.”

It takes a couple moments, but eventually you huff and hold up a single finger. As much as you’d like to stay in the hallway - or return to class, actually - you would be even more mortified if your TA had to go and get your things for you. Not to mention it would look suspicious, and would undoubtedly garner questions at how far Viktor was willing to go for a student.

Thankfully, he’d been amenable to sitting in the hallway for a few more moments with you, until you felt well enough to stand and gather your things.

By the time you’re well rested enough to think again, your panic is far behind you, and you’d learned your lesson - four cups of coffee in quick succession would always be a recipe for disaster.

—

Now you have a new kind of panic in your life.

You’d somewhat grown accustomed to the anxiety you felt when writing songs or studying for class, and it had become a motivator in getting things done.

No, the stress you’re feeling is from a sense of impending doom: your cousin’s upcoming wedding - and more than that - seeing your extended family.

You’re wholeheartedly grateful that you and your cousin were like-minded people. You’d gotten along well as kids, and you’d stuck together through any family events you’d previously been forced to attend: you’d cut out the same family members, too, which meant it wasn’t likely you would be seeing anyone you truly disliked at the wedding.

That didn’t mean you weren’t on edge.

While you didn’t outright despise the family members you’d be mingling with, that didn’t mean you got along with them. You had several shit-talking aunties who would judge your every move, with their hellspawn screaming children and passive doormat husbands.

If you wanted them to bite their tongues, you’d have to show up with a date - Viktor - and you’d have to look fantastic.

And that was where you were drawing a blank.

You toss the only three dresses you own onto your bed, and wince. 

The fuchsia one was definitely not going to be what you wore, given the temperature outside, and also the fact that if you showed up to a formal event in something so short, your mother would have an aneurysm.

The second one you kept for sentimental purposes - it had been your highschool prom dress - and it most definitely didn’t fit you anymore, both in size and style.

You try on the third one for good measure, just to be certain. It fits well enough, but it was just so…so…

Well, your mother had picked it out, and you’d kept it to avoid her wrath.

You sigh in frustration, and flop across your bed.

Y/N: Viktorrrrrrr Y/N: I need your help

Viktor <3: Of course Viktor <3: What do you need, dear?

Y/N: So I sent you the wedding details weeks ago, including the theme Y/N: Do you know what you’re wearing? Y/N: I’m having a hard time figuring out what ‘Midnight’ means

Viktor <3: Midnight is the time of night between dusk and dawn

Y/N: >:C

Y/N: Stop making me laugh im having a crisissssss Y/N: I meant in terms of dresses!

Viktor <3: Making you laugh is a fun passtime Viktor <3: You have a beautiful smile

Y/N: Now you’re making me swoon!!!!

Viktor <3: I’m sorry

Y/N: You’re not

Viktor <3: No, I’m not :) 

Despite your worry, a smile still dances onto your face.

Y/N: I really do need your help, though Y/N: The wedding is next weekend and all the formalwear i own either fits like crap, or looks like crap

Viktor <3: I doubt you make anything look terrible

You snap a quick mirror selfie and send it to him, making sure to get your unenthused grimace in the picture.

Y/N: Really? Y/N: Because something tells me that this is not the look

Viktor <3: Well, you look beautiful Viktor <3: If not perturbed

Y/N: My mother’s tastes in dresses are garbage though Y/N: I somehow look like an old woman and a prom queen from the eighties.

Viktor <3: I’m sorry I’m not more well-versed in women’s formal attire Viktor <3: I don’t know how to help

Y/N: No, no it’s not your fault Y/N: I should have started looking earlier Y/N: My head has just been filled with other things Y/N: Plus, it’s just a dress Y/N: I’ll probably wear it once and never look at it again Y/N: Maybe i’ll play it safe and just go with black Y/N: Midnight is dark, black is dark

Viktor <3: Whatever you’re most comfortable in Viktor <3: You’ll look stunning, regardless

Y/N: I wish we could hang out together Y/N: Because I would definitely be smothering you with kisses by now

Viktor <3: It’s unfortunate, really Viktor <3: Just three more months, though.

Y/N: Yeah :C  Y/N: I think i’m gonna go look at goodwill or smth for a dress Y/N: Even if it doesn’t fit, maybe i can find a good base and sew it a bit

Viktor <3: That’s very clever Viktor <3: In any case, let me know what colours you’re going with once you choose something? Viktor <3: I figured I’d get a tie to correlate.

Y/N: Ofc >.<

You close out of the chat window, and roll onto your back. There were only a couple of stores nearby that you’d be able to afford, and if you wanted to have any chance of finding something, you’d need to head out as soon as possible.

You groan quietly at the thought of getting up.

[bunny-rambles]

I'm thirsty for Kaeya content rn, from your 200 followers prompt event, maybe number 22 with him? Very angsty with a happy ending bc my heart is masochist but not too much to handle that level of suffering. Thank you for the opportunity, ur stories make my day more enjoyable luv u

22 - “All my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

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characters; Kaeya, gn reader

cw/tw; spoilers for Kaeya’s backstory, hurt/comfort, arguments, very slight abandonment issues, Kaeya being slightly toxic, slightly open ended, let me know if I missed anything

word count; 1.4k

notes; Hi, do my lil pieces really make your day more enjoyable? That’s truly one of the sweetest compliments I’ve gotten, it made me smile so much when I first read it, thank you :,) now about this piece, I say this all the time but I do think it’s true, I’m not sure this work is my best but I at least tried my best with this. But writers block is such a pain and I really can’t tell if it’s good, but I wrote 1k words and really didn’t want to delete them all and start again. I hope you enjoy it though !!

event; 200 milestone

Please reblog if you like this!!

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A slam. A sigh. The shuffling of clothing and the gentle thump of two boots against the ground after they were taken off the owners weary feet. The house was empty, as it had been for the past week. Kaeya had been spending more time in the tavern lately, and rarely spoke more than two slurred words to you when he finally arrived home. It was almost like a stranger was living with you, and not your lover.

Even when he wasn’t drinking, when the two of you engaged in conversations, he had seemed to be withdrawn. Distant, even. He wasn’t being harsh with his words, but oh, did it feel cruel with what he was choosing not to say. The silence was suffocating, grabbing at your throat violently and forcing words to come out of your mouth just to fill the empty void. The quiet questions of, ‘How was your day?’ ‘What would you like for dinner?’ turned into desperate, loud cries of, ‘What did I do wrong?’ ‘Where are you?’ in an empty bedroom.

This felt like torture.

You were alone, painfully so. It didn’t even seem like Kaeya cared as you wiped your eyes harshly when you thought he wasn’t looking, or when looked up at him with pleading eyes, only to have him turn away from you. Did he even realise what he was doing to you?

It was a bittersweet moment when you saw the handle rattle, listening to the clumsy fumbling of keys behind the door before it swung open. Star-shaped pupils stared back at you in surprise when he came face to face with you, a little startled that you were even awake at this time. But after he shook off the shock of seeing you, he did what he had done for the past week and carefully pushed past you.

“Kaeya.” Your voice croaked, and even you were surprised at how vulnerable you sounded. Still, he continued to move away. You repeated his name, desperate for him to turn around, to say or do something - anything. He stopped, just like you had hoped for. You took a step towards him, hand reaching out to touch his shoulder, but his words made your hand freeze.

“We should part ways.”

You pause.

“What?”

Even though his back was turned to you, you didn’t miss how his chest heaved when he let out a heavy sigh. “This, us - it isn’t working.”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, completely speechless.

“Why?” You whispered, hand retreating to your chest as if you had been burned suddenly. He didn’t respond, but he did turn around and finally face you. There was no smug, teasing smirk, no quirk of his eyebrow - nothing to hint that he was joking.

“I’m sorry. This is just how it has to be.” His hand gently set on your shoulder, giving you a few small pats. It was probably to give you some comfort, but it did the complete opposite. Your bottom lip quivered and your hand reached out for his shirt, clutching onto it for dear life.

“Why? What did I do? What have I done? Why do you-“ You were speaking so fast you were choking on your own words, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Cold hands set on your cheeks, thumbs carefully trying to wipe away the stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You could hear your name being murmured softly, but you weren’t listening. Rage, sadness, confusion - there were so many emotions bubbling in your chest. The hand clinging to hun started to form into a fist, and your grip tightened dangerously.

“All my friends told me you’d break my heart…”

Perhaps that was too far, but you were furious with him. A week, possibly even longer, coming home drunk and not talking to you? Ignoring you throughout the day? And then coming back, finally talking to you, only to break up with you? You had every right to say something out of line, when he had completely crossed that line the moment this started.

His face hardened and his hands fell to his sides. For a moment, you thought he would walk away without saying anything, and that would be the last time you would see him. Instead, he let out a scoff.

“Maybe you should’ve listened.” The shattering of your heart inside your chest was almost audible.

“Please don’t do this, Kaeya. I’m sorry, whatever I’ve done, I’m so-“

“Y/n-“

“Please, Kaeya! I don’t know what I did! What did I do to make you hate me?!”

“Calm down, alright?” His hands were back cupping your cheeks, but he could barely keep his grip from the way your head was shaking back and forth. How badly did you screw this up without even knowing? And now, you had most likely made everything ten times worse.

“Please, Y/n-“

You couldn’t stop spewing out apologies, desperately trying to fix whatever you had broken.

“I don’t hate you- Please, stop apologising.” His resolve was starting to break. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and make everything okay again. But his hands were cursed, tainted with a darkness that couldn’t be cleansed. You didn’t deserve ‘damaged goods.’

“What did I do, Kaeya?” You sniffled pathetically, wiping your face roughly.

“Nothing… We just can’t be together.” His soothing voice whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek before he pulled his hand away. If he got too comfortable touching you, he wouldn’t have the strength to pull away.

“Do you hate me?”

“No, darling. Never.”

“Then… Why?”

A moment passed. Then another. And another. The knight's mouth tried to form words, tried to spew lies to you to make you hate him like he deserved. But no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. With a quiet sigh, he gestured to the couch.

“Take a seat. This is going to take a while…”

-

The two of you sat in silence after he had finished - you staring at him while his eyes were glued to the floor.

“You’re from…”

“Yeah.”

“And you…” He sighed when you couldn’t finish your sentence, nodding his head slowly.

“It’s true. All of it. It’s not because I fell out of love, or because I hate you. Quite the opposite, actually…” Another deep sigh escaped his parted lips. No. He loved you more than anything, and although leaving you was terrifying, losing you would’ve been far worse.

“I’m not risking my loved one’s safety…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “ Your safety.” He finished, firm in his stance.

You had gone quiet again, and he took that as his cue to leave. As he rose from his seat, he couldn’t stop the racing thoughts in his head. You must’ve despised him now, just like everyone else who knew his secret did.

Your hand shot up to his wrist before you could stop yourself, grip tightening when he tried to move it away.

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“… I said no, Kaeya.” You tried your best to calm your shaking voice, but the thought of never seeing him again shook you to your core. “I can look after myself. You think I’m scared of the abyss?”

“Y/n-“

“No.”

He inhaled through his nose and let out a sigh through his lips. He should’ve known you weren’t going to take this well, how your stubborn streak usually won most of your arguments.

“You can’t just say no and expect me to stay. Can't you see I’m doing this to protect you?”

“I don’t care!” You snapped, standing to meet his height as much as you could. “I’m not letting you destroy our relationship just because you’re scared. The only thing that really scares me is losing you, please don’t make me go through that if you love me.”

“But…”

“Kaeya…” You murmured his name, reaching out to hold one of his hands gently.

“Please…“

He could never say no to you, especially when you made that face. It was the entire reason why he hadn’t looked at you for most of the week - he knew if he saw your eyes, he would’ve given up the cold act.

“… This is your last chance to leave.”

“I’m not going.”

“It won’t be easy. Are you sure you’re ready for that, just to stay with me?” Already, he was wishing for you to say yes. And you did, nodding your head resolutely at his question.

“No matter what, I’m not leaving.”

[wondero28]

4*Town comforting an S/O who’s having a hard time

Without any specific angst given, I decided to give general comfort headcanons & covered a few common angsty issues!

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Robaire

- Robaire and comfort? Its like saying wet rain… ok bad & weird comparison but what i mean is that he’s basically a comforting person by nature, he is a comfort himself. He just has that kind of vibe about him

- Robaire picks up on small body & behavior changes in you after you’ve been together awhile. He’s ridiculously observant & while its sometimes annoying, its really nice when you’re stressed or upset because he almost ALWAYS notices & adjusts accordingly. Adjustments may range from him speaking to you in a purposefully gentle tone, to him being sure to ask before touching you, to him just generally being close by

- And while all of that is sweet and nice, when you’re upset its clear to tell that hes worried. And he can be just a bit overbearing & in your face about making sure you feel better. He isn’t very good at letting you actually sit & be sad or stressed unless you very explicitly tell him to back off

- Which, speaking of explicit direction- when you’re upset, Robaire doesnt really do ANYTHING to try & help without first asking you. He’s deathly afraid if trying to help & actually making everything worse/more stressful. So if you’re bad at making choices? You’ll probably need to tell him to just help you figure it out

- When its left up to him, his immediate go-to is to make you a nice shower or bath and then present you with freshly washed & dried clothes. Only to bundle you up and lounge with you in a bed or on the couch. He likes to tuck you under his arm or have you lean into him for hugs & snuggles (regardless of your size) when you’re upset. Its comforting for him when hes upset, so naturally he tries to give you that sense of comfort as well

- If you want any of your favorite foods? He’ll go out & get it. You want to go with him? Bet, you can go in your PJ’s, he doesn’t care at all. You two have 100% attended restaurants both in PJ’s before just so you could relax and get a good laugh in

- If the angst in question is due to some sort of mourning, Robaire will without any questions let you cry or sob on him. He’ll take care of any house chores or errands you need to be done, and will make sure you eat & hydrate & rest. Robaire knows mourning is hard, and he will be incredibly gentle with you while you mourn. And will be at your side for everything (even if you don’t always want him there- he wont ever stray far)

- If the angst in question is general stress from work or school or family? He’ll take you to his place & try to get you to relax & laugh. He loves your laugh, he adores your smile & it will be his goal everyday you’re stressed. To get you to relax he’s honestly pretty willing to do anything, but if he has to choose his favorite is probably the both of you going out to a private little park & just relaxing. Maybe sitting under a tree together snuggling up & eating some of your favorite snacks, or feeding ducks/fish at the park pond, even swinging on the swings or messing around w/ playground equipment if no one’s around (lets face it, watching Robaire fall on his ass after failing to ride a spring toy is funny & made you snicker)

- If your angst is from mental health struggles? Robaire will simply try his best. He asks a lot of questions & if you dont have answers he’s not sure what to do but he’s going to try. He’ll get you things he knows generally bring you joy or comfort, be it food or your favorite plush toy. He has his fair share of dealing with bad mental health, but he’s unfortunately not the greatest at it. Regardless, he’s going to make it abundantly clear to you, that he’s here to support & love you regardless of how scary or upsetting your mental health may be for you

- And if you’re angry or upset?? Dude he is too. He’ll listen to you rant, let you go break stuff in the back yard, he’ll even tussle with you (carefully ofc) if it’ll help you get out any negative emotions. If you need alone time? He’ll try his best. His best includes checking in on you every other hour or so but- he’ll do it less if you tell him off

- Overall Robaire is good at comforting, but not always the best at leaving you alone to be with your emotions. He’s a big teddy bear & he struggles with angst a lot himself. You tell him what you need though? He’ll do it, within a heartbeat

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Jesse

- Comfort from Jesse is- varying to say the least. Its never bad if course! But his comfort ranges from being expert parental friend experience to being… well- flirty & romantic gestures to keep your mind off of anything bad

- Jesse isn’t necessarily dense, but he’s not the best at picking up on small subtlety like Robaire is. He knows when you’re acting weird & will not take any shit from you on it. If you’re outwardly stressed or upset then Jesse is a man on a mission & it is to make you feel better

- That being said though- i feel like Jesse struggles with mental health issues himself. So he’s very understanding if you being ‘better’ isn’t necessarily you immediately being happy. He knows that feeling sad, angry, upset etc. can be important, and is more then willing to help you try and process these messy emotions

- I feel like Jesse’s first form of trying to comfort you, is to sit you down & hold you against him (regardless of your size). He wants to talk with you about what’s going on, and doesn’t react harshly to anything you say because he doesn’t want you to be scared or anxious about opening up. He also tries to lead the conversation about whats happening if you aren’t able to, he asks a lot of the right questions

- If you dont want to talk about it though? Well thats fine, hes going to try & get you to at least go relax with him. Generally this means you both curling up on a couch, bundled in blankets, watching a horror movie & mocking the people as they make poor choices. Or laughing at dumb jokes Jesse makes about the antagonist, like “ooo she crawling on all fours upside down on the stairs? Pbbh you know that bitch does yoga. Ghost teach me-“. Its so stupid but it at least usually makes you grin

- And if you let him- Jesse will always pepper your face with kisses. Aaaand he may take those kisses elsewhere if you don’t stop him 👀 he always asks before doing anything too wild if you’re sad but, for him, it’s genuinely a relief when he’s upset

- If you’re angsty because you’re mourning? Jesse understands. He’ll take care of as much as you’ll let him, and will do whatever he can to help you avoid extra stress. You can expect him to be there for breakdowns & outbursts. He makes sure you drink plenty, and him gently rubbing your back & wiping up tears is a common occurrence. He has no shame in taking you away somewhere quiet if you’re both out in the public. He’ll gently cup your face and try to get you to focus on him until you can begin to calm down

- If you’re angsty because of work, school or family? Pbbh you’re not going to be for long. He is more then willing to yoink you away from pesky work & distract you for awhile. His favorite way is to get you to dance with him around your home. He’ll play stupid & cheesy love songs somedays, where y’all slow dance & share sweet kisses & bad jokes. And other days he plays stupid 80s songs to jam out to and makes you laugh over the dumbest dance moves he can conjure

- If your angst is from mental health, well, like i said I imagine he struggles with his own. He’ll help you however he can, any outburst or mistake you make is complete brushed off by him. Hes a tough guy & isn’t scared of any mental health issues you have, and he will tell you that downright. He’ll help you set up easy schedules & reminders to make your days easier, and will do what he can to help you manage everything better. A common gesture from him is a kiss to your hand while he’s holding it & squeezing it. It helps him ground himself a lot- so he figures it may help you too

- You angry or upset? He’s going to listen to you rant & find something for you to fuck up without hurting yourself. He is 100% willing to go to a break room on a moments notice if you need, he’ll pay, no worries. And depending on how you’re feeling- he has 0 problems teasing you & hyping up your anger if it helps. He will be your hype man & will absolutely side with you if thats what you want right now (even if you’re kinda in the wrong on something)

- Overall, Jesse is very loving & understanding. Hes kind of an inappropriate flirt during times of stress but when hes not he’s very good at helping you collect yourself. He’s really ride or die for you

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Tae Young

- Tae Young & angst do not mix well. Im sorry but they just don’t- he’s a little empath & will absolutely notice when something is wrong. He’s never super great or experienced at helping but he’s definitely going to try

- His go-to for help isn’t really to ask what’s wrong, but to offer you your favorite things in a panic. Like- he can see you crying & you’ll see him bolt out of the room & immediately run back with one of your favorite snacks & a drink. If you’re both at your or his own house? Hes zooming off to get you good blankets and a plushie to hold. He’s not REALLY sure if it helps, he just knows he likes to curl up & hide away in a mountain of soft warmth when he’s upset. So he tries to replicate that for you.

- If you cry a lot? Well so does Tae now. He’s a nervous wreck if you are & while it may seem counterproductive it actually does help him begin to process the situation more. He isn’t a big fan of talking things out but he’s more then willing to listen & try to help you if you need to talk

- If it were up to him, to make you feel better he’d take you somewhere nice, feed you well, bring you to his home, snuggle up with you laying down on top of him (he will not let this go any other way- it does not matter if you crush him), and then watch cute or funny videos online with him. He thinks this is the best way to just- avoid angst & get away from everything. He wants to get away from the scary world with you, and so he’ll try! If you let him of course

- Love & affection from Tae during times of distress is also sickeningly sweet. His favorite way to show affection is to hold your face & give you passionate kisses while complimenting you between the kisses. Along with very tight hugs of course- he thinks being squished is the best way to relieve stress

- If your angst is from mourning, Tae Young actually understands better then you’d initially think. Him fostering injured doves involves him having lost a lot of precious little feathery friends when they were too hurt or ill. So when you’re working through complicated emotions around mourning a loss- he’s there to comfort you. He probably wont talk much unless spoken to, but he’ll hold your hand & be at your side consistently. He’ll offer hugs and bring you food and drinks to make sure you don’t neglect yourself. And he’ll of course try to help you deal with any responsibilities that come with the loss

- If your angst spawns from work, school, or family? Tae will try to help! He’ll try to take off some of your work load from your job or from school, and with family he’s an expert at avoiding them✨. Overall though he isn’t much help with taking the weight off on a lot, so he focuses on trying to simply make you happy. Like in other situations he’ll bring you food and drinks, give you love and affection, and honestly probably offer massages to try and release any physical tension you have. He is unexpectedly good at massages too- it was a pleasant surprise

- If your angst is from mental health? Tae young struggles a lot at first, but once both of you are able to start working out a schedule & vague rhythm to handling your bad days or breakdowns?? Tae does pretty okay! Its easy to tell he isn’t the best at handling heavy emotions- or the most comfortable. But he’s trying so hard for you. He encourages you, and he’s extra gentle with you. He’s never scared of you but he does get scared for you. He’s willing to learn whatever he needs, and does his best. He asks Jesse for help and advice, and he improves as much as he can

- Are you upset? Mad? Tae young is honestly probably a bit startled but hes your hype man! He’ll listen to you rant! He’ll try to help you calm down a bit after you let some of your anger go. He asks if you want to go out and do something to get out of an angry headspace- if not thats fine. And, if you take him to a break room? He will probably cry & apologize a lot at first but he really gets into it & yall have fun!

- Overall Tae Young isnt the best at big or scary emotions, but he’s loyal & loving. He’s willing to learn & he’ll be with you no matter what

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Aaron T

- Ok, hear me out, but T is REALLY GOOD AT DEALING WITH ANGST. He’s always the one who helps wind down tense situations on tour & while he’s fun-loving i like to imagine he’s very good at handling big emotions. He’s a big ol’ puppy dog of a boyfriend & 100% has your back

- Unfortunately- he’s a bit dense. Its not that he’s unobservant or uncaring- he just isn’t really a person who assumes others are upset about something. So unless you’re crying or really outwardly stressed, he may not notice something is wrong :(

- I think that his preferred way to help comfort you varies A LOT depending on what actually is bothering you, but a good default is to clean you up and spoil you. He will 100% take a nice hot shower with you, and give you a massage and just drown you with love and affection. He’s a very touchy-feely guy and he wants you to know he’s here for you. The best way he can do that (in his mind) is to show you how much he loves you, and to give you all his focus. So while You’re upset he’ll listen to you, ask you things, he tries to get you to talk/rant just so he can listen

- This is also one of the times he doesn’t really make jokes about the situation. Not unless he’s absolutely sure you’ll be fine with it, other times or with the boys he might- but with you he takes special care 🧡. He loves your smile, but he doesn’t want to force it. Thats a huge fear for T

- If you’re having angst over mourning/loss, then he’ll do everything he can to help you get all your icky emotions out. Thats tge first step in his mind. He’ll hold you while you cry & rub your back, he’ll let you talk as much as you need, he’ll be there for you. He doesn’t mind giving you space if you need it- but otherwise he’ll be attached at the hip & regularly making you take breaks where he gives you hugs and asks how you’re feeling. He’s surprisingly mature & good at helping with this stuff, and you really won’t have to worry about any extra stress or responsibility because Aaron T will do whatever he can to take some of the weight off

- If your angst comes from work or school or family? T is ready to throw hands >:0! He’s a great hype man! He’ll hype you up & get you all ready to tackle down any issues you have! (After a nice break of course-) and of course, if he can help he will. He may not understand a lot without a lot of context of teaching but he’s so willing to try. It may be more work to teach him but the offer is sweet on its own. All the same though he’ll try to get rid of your distress with loving gestures and fun dates. And of course if you need someone to defend you on something against any family? T has no shame & will get in anyones face to defend you

- Do you have poor mental health Thats bringing you angst? T is all fucking over that. He will make daily adjustments to help you in any way he can, he’ll start doing more for you if you need. You & him can sit down every day to talk about the bad parts of the day. He’ll help you find the good parts & sift through your issues. All while making sure to hold your hand & gently run his thumb over your knuckles for comfort. Like i said- he’s feely touchy & these little gestures mean the world to him so if you ever do it back- you’ll see him absolutely beaming & that sometimes helps make you happy

- If you’re upset or mad? T is willing to listen! He’ll listen and give tiny playful kisses & hugs while you talk. However he doesn’t really recommend breaking stuff, something about it startles him :(. So he’ll actually suggest y’all run! Its a thing he learned from Z. You two can go run (or dance) out your anger! It sounds horrible but he makes it fun, he’s encouraging and if you’re dying from running a mile when you weren’t prepared then at least you don’t focus on being angry anymore

- Overall? T is super sweet when you’re feeling the weight of the world. He’s there for you & he’s a huge sappy baby, but it helps

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Aaron Z

- Z is… not always the best at emotions. He’s always had a hard time expressing himself, with you its easier of course but… hard emotions? Heavy emotions?? He’s not very sure what to do. He’s awkward

- That doesn’t stop him from letting you know he’s there for you. He’ll fumble over his words and awkwardly try to cheer you up, its a painful thing to watch almost. If you’re the right kind of person you might even laugh at how many times he tries to reword his sentence. Eventually he gives up on trying to speak though- he’ll just pull you into a tight hug and hold you for a bit before taking you out on a nice date. Its unexpectedly quiet, normally when the both of you are alone together he’s a chatterbox but he’s never sure what to say when you’re upset

- If you ever just don’t feel like going out he doesn’t mind laying around with you. He’ll hand feed you snacks and hold you against him (it doesn’t matter if youre bigger then him- he insists that you let him hold you). Z Isnt sure how to comfort people, not unless they tell him. So he’ll need you to tell him whats up or he’ll need help from the other guys

- When it comes to noticing if you’re upset? He’s decently observant, not as hardcore as Robaire but not dense as T. Aaron Z won’t likely act on it on his own unless you’re crying or starting to break down. He has a hard time knowing when its the right time to step in, you’ll likely need to go to him

- If you’re in mourning, he will without a doubt do everything for you. Acts of service are one of his big love languages & while you mourn he doesn’t want you to have to do too much. He can’t even begin to fathom how you must feel (I imagine he has a hard time comprehending other’s emotions) so rather then trying to understand he just makes it a personal mission to do anything and everything for you. He’ll do house chores, shop for you, cook for you (or try to at least), get your fresh clothes out the dryer- just literally anything he can do that you let him do?? He’s going to be on top of it

- You feeling angst from work, school, or family? He’ll try & help you logically work through it. Again if you need him to do something & give instructions? He’s on it immediately. And while he’s doing things he’ll be sure to stop by & give you quick kisses on your temple or cheek. Yknow- just to try and get a grin out of you. I imagine if the angst comes from drama- you’ll see Z get defensive over you. He’s got your back & is taking your side no matter what

- If your angst is crawling up due to mental health??? Z will have a hard time but will happily learn whatever he needs to do. Probably asks for help from Jesse, and adopts a lot of jesse’s methods. So Z tries to help you organize everything, does his best to check in with you often. He’s definitely scared of breakdowns & outbursts- but he’s put in time to research on how to help so he never runs off or abandons you. He gives you the space you need, but wont ever be far off & will be right at your side the minute you call for him. Also, if you struggle with mental health issues, he gets 10 times more cheesy & romantic as time goes on. Because he wants to make your heart flutter just as much as you make his

- But if you’re angry or just generally upset?? Time to work out with your boyfriend ✨. Z has his fair share of anger and upsets due to him being a bit more shy & not always expressing his emotions the way he wish he did- and he doesn’t honestly remember who told him about it but he knows that if he’s too busy working out he just can’t be mad or upset in the same way anymore. It helps him work everything out so he wants to try the same for you (he wont force you- but he’s convincing & will 100% bribe you with love). Working out ranges from a good jog to challenging him on the basketball court, and honestly?? Either way you’re getting kisses, compliments, high fives, & cheers of encouragement. Its hard to be upset and angry when your beautiful boyfriend is laughing & cheering you on to finish the last mile with him

[xxtoothachexx]

Hi!! If you don't mind could I request an angsty scenario?

How would the hashira (either all or any of your choosing, don't want to stress you out!!) react to their s/o (gender non conforming/nonbinary) saving them from a member of the twelve kizuki but dying in the process? Maybe the s/o is calm thru it all and is trying to not make their bf/gf sad- giving them a warm smile before they go..

Its ok if you don't feel comfortable writing this! Hdbfjdhdh

a/n: death isn’t something I’m against writing so don’t worry! this actually interested me! I did all the hashira but I’m splitting them all up in groups of 3

part 1 (includes: rengoku, sanemi, uzui)

part 2 (includes: giyuu, gyomei, muichrio)

part 3 (includes: obanai, mitsuri, shinobu)

warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS TO THE MANGA, death, blood, hints to suicidal tendencies in some and general sadness and angst

Hashira reacting their s/o’s death

Rengoku

Ever since he’d become a demon slayer he lived by the rule of everyone’s lives over his own. Even when you joined him along on missions with your own promise of rather dying than letting a demon place a single finger on someone innocent, he’d silently assure himself it’d never happen. He’d always save you before you’d even get a chance.

And he thought that was how it’d be when the demon lashed out in an inescapable attack aimed directly at him. Crimson blood splattered through the air when the attack met flesh but he never felt the pain.

Instead of himself, it was you on the ground, gasping for breaths and desperately trying to push yourself back up onto unsteady feet to continue the fight. Before another blow could land, he scooped you up and placed you off to the side, then faced the demon himself with a burning fury in his bones.

Tired and emotionally wrecked he soon found his way back to you. He shucked his haori off his own shoulders to cover you up, not wanting to face the alarming amounts of your own blood pooling around you. Tears welled up but he fought them back. He didn’t want you to see him cry in your last moments. He feared it’d make you feel guilty

He carefully pulled you closer to him and brushed your hair soothingly from your face, then cupped your cheek in his rough hand. He spoke uncharacteristically softly to you, low enough for only you to hear. “You did so well y/n, I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.” Every word he told you was kind and filled with love.

Once the life left your glossy eyes he let himself cry while still holding you close. He couldn’t care about the blood staining his uniform or the people watching on. He’d lost one of the sole things he swore to protect.

Sanemi

Sanemi had never felt more angry in his life. For a man who was always on the edge for almost all of his life he’d never felt the red hot anger coursing through his veins other than now. All he saw was red the minute you fell to the ground.

The smiles and soft words of assurance you were giving him did nothing more than have the opposite effect on him. You shouldn’t be smiling, there was nothing to smile about. And not a single thing was okay, why won’t you stop trying to tell him differently?

You were dying, and there wasn’t a single damn thing he could do about it. He felt like he was eight again, helplessly watching his mom try and tell him she was alright even when his own father would strike her until she was bloody.

Scratch that, he felt like the day Masachika died in almost a conveniently similar way, begging the gods for his friend’s life over his while he died in his helpless arms. The both of you held so much in common. Your kindness was eventually your downfalling.

“Sanemi, it’s okay. I’ll be okay.” No you wouldn’t. Your voice was faint. You were losing consciousness quickly and becoming weaker by the second.

“Shut up!” He snapped, immediately regretting it. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Why didn’t you let him take the hit that was so clearly meant for him. “I’m sorry I can’t fucking do anything, just please hang in for a few more seconds.” He was crying now. It didn’t matter how stupid he looked sobbing over something he couldn’t fix, the tears were falling uncontrollably.

“It’s okay Sanemi, just try and worry about yourself. I love you.” You went limp soon after the words left your mouth and Sanemi collapsed over your body, sobbing. He held you tightly just like he wished he’d done more before.

Tengen

It was no question that he was strong. He could take a hit that would be the certain end to others and he’d be able to get up and keep fighting. You, on the other hand, were more fragile than him. So why in the hell did you jump in front of the attack instead of letting it hit him?

It didn’t matter if he walked away with more scars or even missing a limb, you shouldn’t have done that. You were so valuable to him, just as much as any of his other wives. He’d hold your own life over his in a heartbeat. But he couldn’t do that anymore.

“Talk to me y/n, please just talk to me.” His voice was cold and flat, robbed of its usual flamboyance. He felt as if he raised it in the slightest you’d disappear right from his hands. He ran one hand through your hair and lowered it to wipe the blood alng your mouth.

“It hurts a lot.” You tried to laugh but only coughed up more blood. “I hope you don’t hate me for this.” Tengen’s eyes softened and he shook his head but didn’t answer audibly. Carefully, he pulled you against his chest to hold you closer.

It broke his heart to know you were in pain, he’d give anything to make it go away. It didn’t matter that he could go home to his other wives. You were just as amazing and had a piece of his heart ever since you’d first met. He’d loved and cared for you the same as the others. And it hurt just as much as if anyone else was in your place.

He couldn’t bear the thought of delivering the news home. That would make it true. So instead he tried his best to just focus on you in the moment. The way the rising sun glowed against your skin. The warmth made a pale smile tug at your lips while the two of you watched it make it’s way over the horizon.

Leaning down, he caught your lips in a kiss. “I love you y/n.” You didn’t get to answer but he knew you loved him too.