#so I had to write it

[proneterror204]

Of Death and Taxes

Not everyone knows how the Infinite realms work. Danny barely does.

Every soul has a right to their afterlife to spend in peace. They have a spot in the infinite realms, like a house. They are not taxed. The ones who are taxed is the property owners. The ones who rule specific afterlives of religions; Hades underworld, Odin's Valhalla, the angel's Heaven, and Lucifer's Hell. The rulers are taxed. The Ghost king Danny keeps very little of the taxes, only a fraction of a decimal. He returns the rest to feed the Infinite Realms economy, or what stands for the economy. Danny still finds himself a multi-trillionare, but he's sworn never to touch it and gives as much back as he can.

"Nothing can be certain except Death and Taxes" and Danny is the High King of Both. (and Constantine is in debt of both)

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@prongsfoot-microfic - NFSW "you are the headmaster; now you must master me." forgive me i have never written smut before

master.

James gasps. Claws at the sheets. No one's ever made him feel this way before and god, he doesn't want it to stop.

Sirius traces a thumb down the trail of hair leading to his center. James is losing his fucking mind, with how slow the other boy's going, and Sirius can tell.

He smirks. "Patience, love," he whispers, and his lips, and his lips are down on James' stomach, again. And he wants to pull him down, down, down, wants to feel—

Sirius licks a stripe down his erection and he almost screams. He can almost feel something going off inside his head, and it takes all his willpower to grab Sirius' hair and make him look him in the eyes.

"You are the headmaster," he whispers, and feels Sirius grip his thigh tighter. "Now you must master me."

And honestly, it wasn't really that hard.

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #135

I know I tend to send in DPxDC prompts, but today I had A Thought.

I've been playing Warframe again, lately, and I've been grinding for the Operator Affiny things (thank you Zenurik Focus, for blessing me with boundless Energy with which to commit chaos :D )

And a thought struck me: Operators use Transference to pilot a Warframe. It comes from their Void powers, granted to them in an accident, where their ship was about to dimension-jump into the Void. This overlapping of dimensions made the Tenno into something Other (hilariously, they're called Tenno because they were from the Zariman 10-0. Ten-Zero. Ten-O. Tenno) with extra-dimensional powers, among which is a beam of energy from said dimension. Sound familiar?

What I'm getting at here is: Immortal Danny finds himself transported into the Zariman after the tragedy that befell it, and since The Void and the Infinite Realms are neighbouring extra-dimensional planes of existence, he feels right at home with the survivors (canonically, the adults all went insane, while the more adaptable children survived with powers) and helps them with their powers.

Eventually the Orokin find them, as in canon, and take them in as their Tenno Warrior caste. Their Praetorian Guard, of sorts, and build the Prime Warframes for the children to inhabit and pilot.

Danny goes along with it, because hey cool space bio-armor that he can power with his abundance ecto-energy. Maybe Pandora and frostbite might want to take a look, too.

His Warframe? Banshee Prime

Shit happens, as one might say, and as the Tenno are put into cryo-sleep by the the Lotus (Space Mom!!!!) Danny goes back to the Realms, after his vacation is done.

Eons later, the Tenno rise again, to a shattered and warring Solar System.

They reestablish their Relays, and their presence once more brings order and peace to the System. And as the Order once again grows, as more and more Tenno wake up, Teshin, the Last of the Orokin Dax (the Royal Guard) tells them of Banshee Prime, and her incredible powers over sound and voice.

As the Tenno pilots reawaken in their stasis pods in Lua, one remains missing. Tenno across the System all wonder where everyone's favorite older brother went, and what happened to his Banshee Prime Warframe that he always lovingly maintained and repaired himself.

One, the Harrow pilot, peers into the Void, as he typically does, and finds a trace leading to another dimension other than the Void where the Moon had been hidden, with their pods in it.

Essentially, a whole legion of high school murder-inclined feral teens go on a trip to the Ghost Zone to bring back their older brother, so he can once again tell them of the stars and their meanings. They think he would like to have words with some people, and the Main Character has spotted the Lotus look to the stars with grief in her eyes as she wonders on her wayward child's whereabouts.

Danny, for his part, has grown up into his Fenton Brickhouse genes (not being in a stasis pod will do that to you) and is ruling the Realms along with his Council of Ancient, and generally getting his new powers as the Ancient of Space under control, like he's done before with his basic ghost abilities, and later his ice.

What he didn't expect, was for his old siblings to knock down the doors to his Throne room and crowd him, all screeching about how come he grew up when they're all stuck as kids still, and why dies he look so different, and so many questions that he gets a little overwhelmed.

When Clockwork (grandpa), Pandora (mom) and Frostbite (dad) turn to him and his baby siblings, and say Danny really should take a break "for your own health, Your Highness. You're overdue a vacation!"...let's just say the System was ready for the Tenno. Alad V was ready to face them in battle and experiment with their Warframes (the Valkyr lore is horrifying if you pay attention to it).

No one was ready for Phantom and Banshee Prime to take the System by storm, leading an army of feral children with murder-hobo inclinations

[casieyfran]

She Died from a Broken Heart

One shot

Fandom: Star wars

Pairing: Padme Amidala/Darth vader

He's here

The second he had set his foot on this planet, she knew he is near.

He have come to her

And she was waiting for him.

The chase has come to an end.

Padme didn't cast a glance at the man closing the distance behind her. His step heavy, crushing small rocks in his way, his loud eerie breathing, announcing his presence and she still didn't look back. He was in no rush - he knew there's is no where to run - that she wouldn't run - not anymore. So he take his time, she can feel his gaze at her, burning at the back of her head, assessing every detail, like a predator observing his prey.

The red cloak draped on her entire body down to her feet, hood hiding her face and her long curls, which makes her easy to be spotted despite the angry orange light coming from the lava below and the black sand beneath her feet. Yet it didn't give anything else to see to satisfy the man approaching her.

She continue to stare at the sky, the stars winking at her. Her thoughts drifted to a certain man. It wasn't that long since they left her in this planet. But long enough to avoid any encounter from her husband. This is their moment, nothing will ruin it.

She wonder if they're looking at the small planet among billion of stars in the galaxy. She wonder if among the bright dots on the sky, their ship is one of it. If she was directly staring at it. Where her little angels at.

She closed her eyes, silently uttering a wish

Please, Keep your promise

Her heart clench for her old friend, for pushing responsibilities in his shoulder that will weighted him greatly. Ashamed that she couldn't carry it on her own. She have an important thing to do. And she will finished it today. It has been already been long overdue

Its time to end this

She can't keep running forever

"Padme"

A shudder run through her spine. She remember the day when her name will leave his mouth, each syllbles is like a sigh passing through his lips, soft and tender, her name will sound so sweet,  as if it is chanted in a prayer. She love hearing her name, especially when it comes from him, to his voice that she love so much. that seems like a distant memory. Now, his voice is lace with no emotion, booming in the distance, menacing and demanding

Look at me

And so she did

She open her eyes and turn to finally casted the man she has been running from for so long. She almost open her mouth to call him.

Anakin

She remember telling obi wan that anakin is still alive

She's not so sure anymore

Because the man infront of her is far from what she imagined, far from what she sees in holonet. But she knew more than everyone else --- the man hiding behind the mask.

He stop not too far from her, as if sensing the line drawn between them.

Has it already been that long? When she used to run to his arms and he would open his as if it was already in his nature to enveloped her in his embrace.

If she run to him would he hug her? Hide her from any danger, from her worries that is clouding her thoughts? bury her in a comfort of his arms?

She almost smile at that thought

It was too tempting

Just to forget everything.

To pretend that everything will be fine. That the man in front of her hadn't kill countless of people mercilessly but a husband she haven't seen for one year. She misses him so much - her heart aches everyday. She wanted to run in his arms and pretend his hand is not tainted with blood of innocent lives.

A lives he had taken

Because of her

"Have you finally come to realize that running is futile?" She flinch at the harshness of his voice yet she didn't let it show how much his indifference affected her.

"I come to take what i want" her voice void of emotion, the tip of her lips lifted slightly, a small smile forming in her lips as she uttered this words an Acceptance

"Obi wan was here with you." His head tilted up looking at the stars she was staring at  "Is the child with him?" She sees how his fist clenches at the thought of it. To him obi wan is nothing but a liar and a thief, taking something that belongs to him.

"Do you wish to protect them?" She asked, watching as his focus switched back to her

"Everything i did, is to protect this family" he says with no hesitation. She wonder if he has been reciting this words, drilling it to his head to convince himself that he done it for them. That he have done nothing wrong

It made her sick

Im doing this for you! To protect you!

The same words he had told her before he had turned agains't her, to the very woman he had sworn to protect

It almost laughable

That she had still yearned to be near him, to hold his hand, the hand that had choked her nearly to death.

Pathetic

Foolish

And yet, she accepted it. She wasn't blind. She knew who he is since from the very beginning - she only chooses to ignore it.

The day her vow leave her lips, she accepted him whole. When she promised to be with him, to love him, to seal her faith with him. She knew the decision she made. And she will do it again and again. He is the man she choose and she dont regret any of it.

She understand him, what he did for her.

Because of him. She had realized the length she will do to save someone she loves

"I love you, anakin" she utter this words as the smile on her lips never faded. A memory almost forgotten, reappear to stab her in the heart

I truly, deeply, love you

What hurts the most, the words still held true.

No matter what he become, what he had done

Padme still love the man infront of her

And she dont think she could ever stop

That is her greatest sin.

He didn't say anything but content himself to watch her. Somehow she sense that he knows why she's here

and he's not doing anything to stop her

Her heart clench

Padme hand crawl underneath her robe until she grasp something hard before pulling it out. She was watching him so closely that she it didn't escape her eyes the slightest move of his head as he looked down to stare at the thing in her hand

Her gaze move to her hand, as she hold it up to her face. The lightsaber heavy on her palm as she rotate it, scanning its surface

One look from it, he knew instantly who it belongs to

Anakin's Lightsaber

"Do you remember what you told me?" Her eyes never left the saber "You said, This weapon is your life"

finally she took a step to close the distance between them, slowly, every step she made, she felt every pieces of herself is falling, leaving it behind.

Then she stop midway only 5 step away from him as she looked down at the saber, her thumb brushes the switch, and then click!

A blue shine casting the light in the darkness, coming from the blade, she can feel the vibration and the heat as she move it carefully to test it. Then stop, she admire it for a second, her thoughts dwell on its true holder

How many life had it ended? Enemies and innocents?

This lightsaber, is anakin legacy. It had witness his rise, it had been with him since he was allowed to hold one. It had fought countless battles, it had save his life and protect many others. What once a symbol of justice granted to him. It is also what ended the life to those he had once consider a family. It had seen their end. And witness his fall.

It is his life

"And its mine"

You are in my very soul, tormenting me

"You said, you will do anything i ask" her tone cold, as she lifted the lightsaber pointing its tip inches away from his chest where his heart is hidden. She smiled, and a single tear fallen through her lightless eyes

"Will you die for me, my love?"

[likeafairytale]

"The first times always hurt the most. Or so I've heard..." - an amused Aeron to Calypso while watching her trying to escape after her aquarium was broken but being slowed down by the pain

Calypso wasn't a stranger of pain. The young girl was used to hurt herself quite often now, so no, she wasn't a stranger of the pain, nor of the view of blood –although she did not like the latter. Nonetheless, the little mermaid never felt so much pain in her life. It was atrocious. She did not know how her aquarium broke, it was probably made with cheap material, for she knew Aeron to be greedy. But in any case, the aquarium broke, and everything inside slipped. Calypso followed against her will the flow of the water and fall on the cold hard ground.

That's when the pain started. She wanted to scream when her tail was split up, but she was aware of Aeron's eyes on her, and she did not want to give him the satisfaction to hear her cried of pain. She bit her tongue so hard that she could taste the blood in her mouth. Her right hand found a broken glass that she squeezed as strong as she could. She was thinking that if she could diverted the pain from her legs to her hand, it would be less hurtful. Weird thought, to be honest, but pain made people do desperate things. All she succeeded was opening her hand who was now bloody.

Her pain was so strong that she did not realize that Aeron's, maybe by pity or decency, he put a sheet over her naked body. Yes, the sheet was enough to hide Calypso's nudity, and in some regards she was thankful to the fae for that, but the white sheet help show the blood easier.

And then she brought the sheet closer to her body, and stood for the first time. She needed to hold the wall next to her to be able to stand the way she should, and it was still painful. But that was nothing compared to the first stepped she took. Her mouth open in a silent scream, she was actually crying with pain, tears that she wiped up so quickly, hoping that Aeron's did not see that. Indeed, mermaids' tears had powers, they weren't to be wasted, but the little princess did so many things she shouldn't lately that a few tears were the last of her problem.

Calypso walked, she tried at least, holding the sheet with one hand, and the wall with the other. The pain was excruciating, it was as if she was walking in broken glass each stepped she took. She couldn't help but wonder how her brothers, Malachai and Nathaniel, could do it so naturally.

“Shut up!” She said to Aeron's when he decided to break the silence, her voice full of tears and pain. She turned to look at him and his smug smile that she hated so much right now. “I asked nothing from you!” Was he right though? It hurt the most the first time? She did not want to know more.

She kept walking to the exit, and she was a bit surprised that he wasn't following her. The fae was still against his wall, arms crossed, an amused smile on his face, looking Calypso struggling. Was he getting satisfaction on seeing her in pain and disoriented? Probably, fae were cruel, after all. The prince looked at Calypso slowly but dangerously coming to the exit door, which made him frowned. To be honest, he thought she would quit sooner. But the girl was determined, he respected that, at least.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” He simply said, shruggling, distracting his mind by playing with compass.

“Once again, I did not ask your opinion!” Calypso answered with rage this time. But slowly, her rage faded, letting place to curiosity. He couldn't lie. So there were a part of truth in his words. The little mermaid was tired, and needed to lead against the wall, looking at Aeron, frowning. “... Why not? Just so you can keep me hostage?”

“Sure, but not only.” He admitted, matter-of-factly. “A half-naked woman covered in blood who barely can walk without the help of a wall? You're like a lamb amongst the lion.” He laughed, but Calypso did not get the joke. But she did understand that it wasn't in her best interest to go out right now. “The sea is far away, little mermaid, are you ready to take that bet?”

Calypso stayed silent to his question. Being up was tiring, and painful, so slowly, she let herself go against the wall, until she sat on the ground, with the want to cry. She was trap. Aeron knew that, that's why he did not try to stop her. Because she couldn't go far away. She was weak, and too new at having legs. She hated that. This time, Calypso couldn't hide her tears of rage, tears she wiped the moment she saw Aeron coming closer to her.

The fae crouched down in front of the mermaid, looking at her silently. Calypso did not like this amused looked, so she looked away, sighing heavily. All this time, she did not realized she was breathing harder and heavier due to pain. She was shaking, and tried to hide her hand from him, but it was hard to hide blood. Aeron took her right hand and looked at the cut who was quite deep, before quickly bandaging it.

“Don't be disappointed.” Aeron finally said with amusement, while he carried Calypso, who was surprised. “You've tried. That was stupid, considering I still have what's binding you to me. But still.” He smirked, laughed, and it was enough to set off Calypso. She went feral at the mention of her bracelet; moving around so he let go of her –which he didn't seem to want to– and punching his chest multiple times. Obviously, the girl was so weak that Aeron was barely feeling a thing.

“Shut up, I didn't ask you a thing!” She screamed, full of rage.

“Is 'shut up' the only thing you can say? That's not really princessy.”

“To you? Yes!”

“That's sad. I can be quite charming, but you already know that.”

He smirked again when he heard her sigh. He didn't know if it was exasperation or pain, but he didn't care. Calypso rested her head on his chest, which surprised him. Five minutes ago, she was ready to fight him, like a lioness, but now she was just as fragile as a kitten. Probably due to her first time being out of the air.

The man did not have another aquarium to put her too, and he wasn't stupid, he knew she needed seawater, all of that made him sigh. All he did for now was putting Calypso in the bathtub, the only thing capable to contain seawater right now.

“Moose!” Aeron called, and rapidly, a little man came running, which made Calypso frowned. She suddenly remembered about the simple sheet covering her body when the man's eyes were lingering on her. “Bring some men with you and come back with seawater. Enough to fill the tub. And bring me that engineer, he promised me it wouldn't break, this liar needs a lesson, and I need a new aquarium.”

“Yes, Captain.” He said before leaving.

“No way I stay in a tub, I barely can move.” Calypso said, before leaving the bathtub the best she can. Her attempt made Aeron's laugh, and she was even more pissed. She was out of the tub, ready to walk, but as soon as she was up, her legs refused to cooperate. She fell on the ground, and the fae sneered.

“Why are you so desperate to suffer little mermaid?” He asked while carrying her back to the tub. “I don't want to hurt you. If you give me what I want, I'll set you free.”

“You, liar”

“You know I can't lie. So what's a simple trident against freedom itself?”

“I would never betray my father. Not for a fae.” Calypso said with conviction.

“Suit yourself then.” Aeron shrugged before turning to the exit.

“Wait! Don't leave me alone in a bathtub! That's cruel, even for a fae!”

“Yeah, well, you'll have to wait for it to be filled with seawater, and wait for me to have a new aquarium. So for now, tub it is.”

“Or you can give me back my bracelet, and bring me back at shore.”

“Nice try, sunshine, but I'm not stupid. Have fun in your tub, I know you are going anywhere.”

[the-whispers-of-death]

Searching for the Right Words

A/N: I didn't want to put this in the regular post because I've been writing Kali & Stone's stuff like it's a story but I wanted to give context for this post, so here's an author's note. So this is still technically before Valentine's Day Gifts, which showcases the letter Kali wrote. This is because Kali gives me this vibe that he would've been very nervous/awkward when writing his letter to Stone, simply because it has been a while since he wrote to Stone last. And keep in mind, they haven't talked since the funerals of Kali's old squad. So this is just me writing about his process and all of the discarded letters he wrote but felt weren't right until he got to the one he sent to Stone.

Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something!

Kali had been at the Shadow Company's base a month before he decided to write a letter to Stone. He told himself it was because he had to first settle in at the base, had to first get used to being around these new people. And it was an adjustment.

It wasn't because the Shadows were different from the Marines Kali was used to, they were just a bit, but he was used to those who were called eccentric. Marines could be eccentric when they weren't working, you had to be a little odd to be in the Marines. It was just an adjustment for Kali because of the past year he had.

But once he started getting used to being around the Shadows, his thoughts drifted to Stone. He'd find himself joking and laughing with several Shadows and he'd think about Stone. Of course, Stone never really laughed with Kali, most of their interactions were Kali being the one who was playful, but Kali was still drawn to egnimatic man. Grumps, after all, had appealing qualities.

The thing was, Kali's last outing with Stone was at the funerals of his old squad and he hadn't exactly been chatty with Stone at that point in time. It wasn't anything that would necessarily make Stone hate him, but it made Kali feel guilty nonetheless. However, Kali's therapist said keeping in touch with at least one person from before his old squad died would help with his grief, show him that he didn't need to leave everything from his old life behind, and Kali did miss Stone.

So after going to a bar with some Shadows and coming back to the base drunk, Kali sat in his quarters on base and stared at the piece of paper in front of him. It was just waiting for him to write down his letter to Stone.

Dear Vikram,

Wait no, that felt too personal. While Kali did have the privilege of using Stone's real name, he didn't know if Stone would appreciate it, especially since Kali's letter might be opened and read by military postal workers to ensure it wasn't laced with any poison or held any military secrets that weren't supposed to be shared.

Dear Stone,

No, that didn't work either. While it was Stone's callsign, it wasn't the name Kali used with him. Kali sighed and rubbed at his temple, his half blue-half black mask off now that he was alone.

Why was this so difficult? He had written Stone many letters over the years, the only soldier that kept touch with Stone out of the many soldiers Stone served with. He knew to use the nickname "Ox", but part of him was haunted by the fact that now he was the only one to use that nickname for Stone.

He forced himself to write the nickname, finally able to write the proper way to address Stone. Now it was just onto what should be the contents of the letter.

I'm sorry for not speaking to you in a year. So much has happened with me.

Kali sighed again and crumpled up the piece of paper, throwing it in the recycling bin nearby. Too impersonal.

I ache for you, my body remembers the way you used to sit beside me. My eyes long to see yours again, to see the stars in them again. My ears strain to hear your voice.

That letter got thrown into the recycling bin with Kali getting very flustered at what he wrote. That was too personal.

He leaned back in his chair, his temples throbbing even more. That was his problem, it had only been a year since they last spoke, and yet he didn't know if he should write as if they were still close. But they weren't exactly strangers.

The thing was, Kali didn't know what they were. Even before the death of his men, Kali and Stone had never put a label on their relationship. As far as Kali knew, Stone tolerated him at best. What if all these years, he had deluded himself into thinking Stone was his friend? His best friend, at that.

Damn him for falling in love with Stone despite the distance between them. He knew better than most that Stone was misunderstood, that he wasn't truly the cold and stoic man everyone knew. He could sense Stone's want to have someone in his corner, but every time Kali reached out as someone a little more than a friend, Stone would pull back.

Kali just had to remember how he used to talk to Stone before, and that was easy. He often replayed memories of him and Stone interacting over and over again, like he was some lovesick puppy. And maybe he was, but it helped.

The words flowed onto the page easier when he got into the mindset that it was just one of the many letters he had written to Stone, and it was. There was no need for him to overcomplicate his thinking, he knew Stone would understand his absence of talking. So he wrote his apologies, subtly expressed his longing to be in contact with Stone again, but left it so that it was Stone's choice.

That was the most important thing, for Stone to understand that Kali would understand if he no longer wanted to exchange letters with Kali. it would hurt, but he'd understand.

Once Kali finished his letter, he folded it up and placed it in the envelope. He stamped it and then got to setting up a care package to go with the letter. He figured it'd come around Valentine's Day, so he decided to also send Stone's favorite Indian snacks with the letter.

He boxed it all and wrote the proper mailing information, using the postal office on base to send it. All he had to do was wait and hope Stone would send a letter back.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Serrit is blazingly furious. She is not sure which burns more, the fiery rage that someone dared to touch the one who is hers, or the icy fear that she came so close to losing him.

She catches Gweld's wavering hand in hers, her heart beating too-slow in her chest. "I am unharmed. None of this is mine."

Something (not someone, no longer someone) will die tonight. Several somethings will die tonight.

...just as soon as she bandages his wounds. And makes him drink a potion or three.

Then. There will be vengeance.

the classic "are you hurt?" but the whumpee is the one saying it. slurring the words through a hoarse throat and numbed lips, their eyes are glazed and their hands are shaking, frantic at the blood soaking the caretaker's shirt and too delirious to realize it's all their own.

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[jjk4isen]

super annoying gojo satoru when a girl comes up to you and asks you if he's your brother even after clearly seeing him grabbing your ass and saying super cheesy lines to you to make you only roll your eyes at him.

and you're stuck dumbfounded because it's not rocket science to figure out that you two are a thing just by looking at the both of you because the clingy bastard is quite literally stuck to you everywhere you go, whining and pleading for yet another kiss after stealing several from you.

and it's the same clinginess that prompts him to answer in your stead "yes actually. we're siblings" he beams a smile at you and you scowl, why the hell is he feeding onto this random girl's delusions like that? can't he take the hint?

you're not done scrutinising him when he grabs your chin with his big ass hands and smashes his lips onto yours, tugging and devouring your mouth into an extra sloppy kiss for the girl to take a hint.

he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he licks his lips where yours had been a second ago. "is that obvious enough?" he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as you see the girl storm off in the corner of your eye.

[noodles-and-tea]

Continuation of this

[nonbinary-arsonists]

I will take that rabbit and give him found family whether he LIKES IT or NOT.

Click for higher quality + alt text :)

[yeehawpim]

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[tswkento]

whether he’s in the middle of a heated argument or being pissed at something out of his control, nanami won’t ever yell. he doesn’t see any point in it and he doesn’t enjoy the sound of his voice raising, so why would he.

arguments with you always end in a calm conversation even if initially you do yell, unable to keep it in yourself, and it’s okay because it’s a clear indication for nanami to stop whatever the hell was going on and show you that he was really trying to understand you, but was having a hard time.

and the only time kento is seen yelling is when you put yourself in danger.

it’s like he can’t control himself; the fear in him controls him, stepping on every single thing that’s sensitive and fragile, and kento’s mouth opens before he can think about his words properly. his trembling arms grip your shoulders and his usually impassive gaze is wide open in unfiltered terror as if he is trying to make you feel whatever he is feeling.

and the way you stare back at him; with your mouth slightly agape and a vaguely distant, almost foggy look in your eyes as you wheeze with every breath you take.

and he continues drilling you about how stupid your decision was, how you even dared to do something like that when he’s right there, how could you be so reckless — in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with slowly dissolving curse plasma and the faint sound of street ambiance being disrupted by his harsh voice.

he closes his mouth shut only when your weak voice joins his, a small, broken chirp as you start shaking in his hands, “‘m sorry, kento—”

the rage in him dissipates and he lets go of you, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on you making him step away in fear of hurting even more. he rubs his face roughly as he looks around with newfound wariness, noting his glasses and weapon laying on the concrete surface just like they were when he threw them away in order to get to you.

nanami turns back just in time with your knees giving out; able to catch you and hoist you up against his sturdy body as his worried gaze roams over your features, brain trying to muster up something good enough to calm down your disturbed mind.

your tearful eyes meet his and nanami lets out a shaky exhale as he blinks away the unwanted memories of people he’s let go of in the past decade.

“i apologise for my outburst, i just—” he swallows through the dryness in his mouth, hugging you closer to himself. “i can’t see you die. i wouldn’t be able to take it.”

[umblrspectrum]

i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character