#sobbing snivelling dying ths was so good...

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the fact that I devoured this and yet couldn't formulate a proper reply since the dawn of time is a crime punishable by damnation to eat artichokes for a whole week... better late than never I suppose... do forgive me squishmeow...

DAZAI. AWFUL. look at him using your pregnancy as a means to slack off from work... then again. he probably uses you to slack off in general, accusing you of seducing and distracting him so he can't focus on his work... at least it's good that he's flirty as ever so you don't feel bad about the changes in your body...

CHŪ MY BELOVED... HE'S SO PRECIOUS TO ME I'M SOBBING... the fact that he thinks he can't believe he's getting a real family, his very own family, even, is so very sad, so is the fact that he thinks that he doesn't deserve something as wonderful as that... he deserves nothing less... he deserves happiness above all... gnawing on Mori's bones for sending him away as frequently as ever... horrible man, cut the father-to-be some slack... THE PM FAMILY HELP MY MEOW MEOWS I LOVE THEM SM.... Kōyō seems like she'd pick the best maternity dresses and the like, perhaps even comissions some custom made ones made from the most comfortaable fabric available, making sure that they are extra convenient like. pockets and straps and easy to put on and take off... Tachihara would be the errand boy for the pregnancy cravings, shooting up from his seat the moment you even ponder if you're craving this or that to get you both... Hirotsu not only makes for good, calm company (especially good when your hormones are raging and you're emotionally unstable HAHAHS) but I'm pretty sure he'd make the best nanny, too... he also feels like he'd quit smoking for a while, at least around you or when he knows he'll spend the day with you... Gin and Higuchi would also support you the best they can, physical and mental support alike... now that I think about it not only the pregnancy would be super comfortable but the first few months after the baby is born as well, since the baby would have so many trustworthy nannies and backup backup nannies meaning you and Chūya can get some sleep occasionally... ALSO. Chūya seems like the type to hug you from behind and lift your belly up when you're quite far along to take some weight off your back (literally)... either with his own strength or with his ability... NOT THE SELF SACRIFICAL WORDING PLEASE... no one is sacrificing anyone... is he planning on widowing you and leaving a signle mother behind... stinky...

MY HUSBAND MY HUSBAND HE'S SO!!!!!!!!!!!! THE JOY AFTER GETTING OVER THE DISBELIEF AND THE KISS AND. HE'S SO PRECIOUS... HELP???? NOT HIM WANTING TO KEEP ME AROUND ALWAYS... I appreciate the thought but it would be so exhausting to get up so early and go to the office with him every day, so unfortunately not... he should work from home instead if he's so concerned... he may leave for important meetings... ALSO. being pregnant as Fukuzawa's wife means. ADA family... big bro Ranpo... one of the rare occasions he shares his snacks with you... !!!!!!! I honestly wouldn't be distressed at all if he had to leave my side for whatever reason... both Kunikida and Yosano are more than capable enough to take care of me... HAHAHS I've seen Kunikida taking care of that kitten once and I just know he'd be a good caretaker... he probably goes full on chinese confinement during or after birth, too... ''Wear these socks, you must keep warm. No chores or work of any kind. You can't carry heavy things, just call me if you need anything. You're also forbidden from watching or engaging with anything that will stress you out.'' HAHAHS time to be a lazy cat and be taken care of meticulously...

FYODOR!! AS HE SHOULD... I knew it... he does give off the vibe of someone who'd know more than the doctor when going to your regular appointments with you (or getting you checked in at home with him present)... strict yet soft and somewhat indulgent... peak husband behavior... HELP HAHSHS JUST IMAGINING IVAN TRYING OUT PREGNANCY YOGA WITH YOU IS SO FUNNY... as he should... a sweetheart (not by choice)...

POE???????? A WHOLE SWEETHEART HELLO??? a pocket dimension sounds amazing honestly... he could create some kind of wonderland or a tropical place or a literal paradise for you to stay in safely... THE SNACKS AND EVERYTHING HELLO?? he's surprisingly a solid choice of a man to take care of you when pregnant... filthy rich and attentive and a whole sweetheart...

Nikolai too is surprisingly a sweetheart, at least during your pregnancy... HAHS good for him for validating your odd choices of snack combinations... an entirely new side of him has emerged, it seems...

SIGMA THE POOR MEOW MEOW HE'S SO STRESSED.... him having not one but two people he loves and must protect is as sweet as it's stressful for him... more study time is added to his daily schedule, planning for everything that can happen during or after your pregnancy, like a roadmap or flowchart... he wants to be prepared for everything...

JŌNO TOO... surprisinly a sweetheart... him being so loving and doting on you is so sweet, actually... HAHAHS him not even taking into account threats from outside... he knows no one can touch you with him around (or without, really. he's fast.), as he should... MOVING PRIVILEGES YOINKED... you may not do anything ever... leave it to him... something tells me he'd materialise out of thin air to open up a jar of peanut butter for you if you were struggling...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANOTHER MY HUSBAND!!!!!! MY BELOVED... another husband has been added to the roster I see... the first time I saw his name I squealed... wasn't expecting him at all... PLEASE HE'S SO SWEET?!?!?!? DYING. YOU'RE MAKING ME SO RIDICLOUSLY SOFT FOR HIM... I truly wouldn't expect him to be around so much, busy as he is, but him taking days off and trying to spend as much time as possible with me gets me tearing up, honestly, and it's not even the pregnancy hormones that trigger the waterworks... I love this old man too much honestly... I hate you for the gift of prophecy.... ''haha, a lover from DOA next'' -''NO'' ''yes.'' and it happened. awful. ebil. cuddling him and his stupidly warm and comfortable self always... he also seems like the type to lift the heavy belly to relieve some pressure off your shoulders, either because he read it somewhere or someone told him to, or simply because you asked... and in true influential lover fashion, it's a buy one get four for free... the hunting dogs are suddenly all guard dogs...

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬  pregnancy headcanons𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Poe, Nikolai, Sigma, Jōno, Fukuchi

content: f!reader, pregnancy and related symptoms, soft....

If you truly believe that DAZAI is anything but awfully flirty during your pregnancy, you're wrong. He constantly mentions just how gorgeous and breathtaking — or, in certain situations, outright hot — you look, making sure that you never have any reason at all to feel insecure about yourself, even if you gain quite a lot of weight. Like he cares; he's fond of all women, after all, but especially you, and, in his eyes, it's impossible for you to be anything but beautiful.

That also means, though, that he won't keep his hands off you, constantly fondling your now larger chest, your hips and stomach and everywhere he can reach, really. Deep down, he doubts he'll make for a good father, though he's determined to try his best for the sake of your small family. This includes shedding his usual lazy attitude and helping you with household chores, as well as laying off the alcohol, hopefully.

“You're terrible, bella. Honestly awful — how am I supposed to get any of those papers done when you're next to me, looking this irresistible? It's like you're trying to set me up for failure. Ah—, but I'm sure Kunikida will understand if I take a small break, hm? Get over here, darling.”

CHŪYA suddenly spoils you even more than he did before the announcement of your pregnancy, though, really, he's just awfully overjoyed. The thought of actually getting a child with you, a true family, still seems surreal to him, like a situation out of a dream rather than something that can happen in reality and, for a moment, he wonders whether he's deserving of something this wonderful. Unfortunately, he's rather busy, but, naturally, he makes as much time to be with you as somehow possible, rolling his eyes at Mori whenever another oh so “urgent mission” comes up.

To make up for him occasionally not being home, you get Kōyō, as well as Higuchi, Gin, Hirotsu and Tachihara who make sure to constantly keep an eye on you. Even if you're simply going out to get some ice cream, one of them accompanies you — and, luckily, they make for surprisingly great friends. While Chūya's life style, being a dangerous ability user who works for the Port Mafia, isn't the safest, he's fairly content that he'll be able to protect you and your child from any harm whatsoever — he'd give his life for yours, after all.

“Hm? I'm not mad. I just—, not at you, at least. I wanted to take ya out on a proper nice date tomorrow, made a reservation and everything, though the Boss just assigned me some apparently important mission. Yeah, I know. Sorry, sweetheart. I'll make it up to you, yeah? Ah, it's already paid for, though. You can take Kōyō or Gin, if you like. They should be free tomorrow. Sorry. I love you.”

FUKUZAWA never felt for anyone as strongly before as he now does for you, meaning he never imagined himself to eventually grow old surrounded by a loving family, with a partner and a child, even. It sounds too perfect to be true, not like a situation that'd fit into his current life, and yet he finds himself overjoyed after overcoming the initial disbelief, his smile dripping with love, with affection as he gently meets your lips in a kiss, arms immediately curling around your body to hug you close.

During the pregnancy, he's all the more protective of you, unwilling to ever leave your side. If things went his way, you'd accompany him to the Agency's office in the morning and would leave in the evening together with him, though he admits that he sees why that might be a tad boring. He simply aches to keep an eye on you, worried about what might happen to you when he's not around, though several Agency members assure him that they, too, will keep an eye on you.

“I'm afraid I can't accompany you today, dear. I'm sorry. An urgent meeting came up, but I'm sure Kunikida or Yosano would join you. Alright? We'll go there together next time. Just— be safe, yes? I trust you're in good hands. Still, don't hesitate to call me if anything happens.”

You best believe that FYODOR has made sure to inform himself as much as humanly possible about pregnancies the moment you announced that the multiple tests you did are positive. While he's the slightest bit strict when it comes to topics such as what you should and shouldn't consume, as well as anything else related to the yours and baby's health, he naturally makes sure to completely indulge most of your cravings, too — when you're the one to bring new life into this world, who is he to forbid you from having another pastry or a second bowl of ice cream?

He's so very gentle in everything he does, carefully caressing your stomach before cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his smile warm, like he can't believe his hands, tainted ones, are allowed to hold something this pure, this holy. It's safe to say that you've always had multiple security guards hovering around you to ensure your safety, though, now, Ivan makes sure to tend to your every need, too, often bringing you the meal you're aching for or even trying out silly yoga techniques for relaxation with you.

“Ah, now—, careful, dear. Allow me to get that for you instead — you should call for Ivan when I am not around. You mustn't overexert yourself. I would hate for you to hurt yourself. Simply sit back and relax, will you? .. Please, for the sake of us, of our family. It won't matter in the long run whether you or someone else got a snack for you, but it will matter if you climb atop a shelf, fall and hurt yourself gravely. Yes?”

POE honestly does not quite believe his ears when you first mention you're pregnant. When you end up showing him the positive test, however, his smile is blinding, the most sincere one he's had in what feels like ages. He, unfortunately, is the type to worry; while he's still more than delighted, he's almost tempted to create a pocket dimension in a book for you where you'd be safe and cared for, though he has to stop himself from doing just that. It'd be a little overbearing.

Given how he's more than wealthy, you don't have to worry about anything at all. Whatever you crave, it's yours immediately — as fast as premium online shipping works, that is —, whether it's new clothing to accommodate your changing body, furniture for the child's room, certain snacks only available in a foreign country; anything, really. He also makes sure to constantly check in on how you're feeling, asking multiple times every few hours and, when he's not home for whatever reason, he leaves you a surprisingly large amount of text messages, telling you to call him immediately if anything feels.. odd.

“Are you experiencing anything like cramps? Nausea, perhaps? No? That's a relief. Ah, I just—, that's merely what it said on the Internet, symptoms that could happen. I'm relieved if you truly are alright for now.”

Usually, NIKOLAI is a force to be dealt with. He's unpredictable, mood changing quickly, his smirk wide and his eyes sharp, though, once you tell him you're pregnant, he's surprisingly gentle in the way his hands move to rest on your stomach, his revealed eye sparkling with joy as he coos at the barely visible bump as if the baby is able to hear him. He keeps carefully running for once bare hands over the stretched skin, telling the child stories and that you're both excited to meet it; anything that comes to mind, really.

If you get odd food cravings during the pregnancy, he's not afraid to supply you with whatever you want, as well as to try them out with you. Perhaps ice cream with hot sauce and pickles will be a new family dessert; he's anything but scared of new possibilities.

“Ah, what are you having, doll? Allow me to try, please? Hm? I'm not stealing from you; now, now, don't be mean—, alright, alright. I admit defeat. At least let me say hi to our sweetheart then, yes?”

The moment SIGMA learns that you're expecting a child, his child, he's ecstatic. He'll make sure you have everything you might want or need, ranging from all kinds of different snacks you could possibly crave to a personal masseuse if you're feeling sore. The more your bump starts to show, the more often he can't help but rest his hands on your stomach, gently caressing, or even pressing soft kisses to it. There's nothing that gets to him more than the idea of having a family with you.

Despite his initial joy, he's another one who's prone to worrying and overthinking, his warm smile making way for a deep frown when he knows you're not looking. He borders on overprotective with how much he keeps an eye on you, even more so than usual, given how, now, he has two loved ones to protect, not just one anymore and, oh, he's admittedly stressed, constantly thinking that something might happen to you, to the baby.

“How are you feeling, love? Is everything alright? Promise you'll tell me if you feel anything odd, yes? I'm not worried. I just don't wish for anything to happen to you or the baby. Alright, I'm admittedly the slightest bit worried, but I really can't help it. I love you, after all.”

JŌNO honestly never expected to ever have a child of his own in the first place, meaning that the knowledge of you being pregnant is something he needs to process for a bit first. Nonetheless, he's happy, of course. How could he not be? It's an odd thought, one he'll have to get used to first, but, in general, it's a pleasant one. Naturally, his job comes with some dangers for you and your future

He's protective by nature, having found pleasure in saving people rather than torturing them, and you're no exception. Seeing you smile, knowing that you feel safe with him is the best feeling he could ever ask for, though his desire to protect you from all harm quickly gets overwhelming. It's less harm from outsiders he fears — he deals quickly and efficiently with criminals, thank you very much —, but more you harming yourself, perhaps by tripping and falling when he's not around, resulting in him preferring to take every little task out of your hands. Oh, well.

“My, my, stay seated, dear. I'll handle this. Hm? I'm not treating you like you're fragile. I know you're not sick, merely pregnant; you mention it often enough. Still, is it so wrong for me to care for you? Yes, that's what I thought.”

FUKUCHI is a busy man. Really, being a war hero and the Hunting Dogs Captain — as well as Kamui, but perhaps that's not something for you to know about —, you'd expect him to be busy with work even while you're pregnant with his child, though that's far from reality. Instead of prioritising work and his reputation, he makes sure to come to every doctor's appointment with you, constantly by your side, and spends as much time as possible at home with you, one hand of his ever so often resting on your stomach, even when the bump is barely visible.

He claims he's able to feel the child's heartbeat already — whether that's true does not seem to matter, not when he's busy peppering your skin in kisses, smile never leaving his face as he wonders aloud whether it'll be a girl or a boy, what their name should be and if their eventual first word will be “mum” or “dad”; his bet is on “mum”, by the way, even though he pretends to be heartbroken by the idea, all too dramatic.

“You look surprised to see that it's me picking you up rather than some chauffeur, sweet thing. Why's that, I wonder? I already told you I'll accompany you to every doctor's appointment you have. The rest of the Hunting Dogs can cover me for one evening. I wouldn't miss this for the world.”

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Locked up and left behind?

I am so happy to be answering some of these! Thank you so much for writing in! 

Yellow is requested, Red is completed!

Locked up and Left Behind, with Gabriel, for the wonderful @jay-whumples and @kestrelsparverius​!! This is a short excerpt from Gabriel with his former Master, before Stefan and Maria. Enjoy! 

Content warnings: Abuse, slavery, threats of death and violence, begging.

Masterlist 

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“Please, please d-don’t do this, please-”

“Shut up.”  

There’s a sharp smack, and Gabriel falls silent, save for his quiet sobbing.

They’re in a abandoned warehouse, miles away from the cellar that Gabriel calls him, and the boy is terrified. The place is quiet and abandoned, and there are dust motes drifting through the dying sunlight. It’s silent as the grave. This is the kind of place someone could hide a body.

Gabriel stumbles as he’s dragged forward, further into the warehouse, and his panic only grows as Master produces a key.

“No, no no please,” he cries as the thick steel door is unlocked. “D-don’t leave me h-here, please Master, don’t-”

“What did I just fucking say?” His Master is incensed, and Gabriel whimpers pitifully.

Inside the steel door is a steel room, covered in rust and dust and discarded junk. The old equipment looms, craggy and frightening. There’s also a row of crates, big metal boxes that must have at some point been used to store grain or oil.

Master shoves him forward, and Gabriel trips and falls, skinning his knee on the rough cement floor.

“Fucking useless,” the man scoffs. The door thunks shut behind them, and Gabriel huddles on the floor, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

Master hunts through the junk on the floor, and eventually comes up with a rusted, bent crowbar. The man hefts it in his hand, considering and cold, and the look in his eyes has Gabriel crying and pleading in earnest.

“Please, Master, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean it, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t mean to run away?” The man laughs, and it’s a sharp, cold thing. There’s a vicious quality to the man’s scowl, a gleam of enjoyment in his eyes. The man is enjoying this, and he’s savouring Gabriel’s terror.

Master strides back over to him, and Gabriel whimpers and curls his arms over his head. But instead of a flurry of metal blows, there’s a kick to his chest, and Gabriel goes sprawling on his back. He gags on air and wheezes with the pain, and then there’s a heavy boot settling on his chest. Master presses down and sets the jagged edge of the crowbar under the quivering boy’s throat.

“You would deserve it!” The man spits. “Stupid, disobedient little cunt! Is this what you wanted? To make yourself so much of a nuisance that I have to take you out here and make sure you never bother anyone ever again?” The crowbar is lifted threateningly, and Gabriel cries out in blind terror, clawing frantically at the boot holding him down.

“P-p-please Master, d-don’t, please don’t, I’ll be g-good, I swear, I w-won’t do it again, I’ll b-be better, I p-promise I will, please-”

“Hmm.” Gabriel knows, on a deeply visceral level, that Master would have no problem caving his skull in with the crowbar and walking away. But the man is waiting, one eyebrow raised expectantly, and Gabriel squeezes his eyes shut and keeps begging.

“I’m s-sorry, Master, I didn’t, I didn’t mean to run, I’m sorry. I – I won’t do it again, I’ll take my p-punishment, Master, please, I’ll – I’ll b-be good and take it-”

“Oh, you stupid little thing.” Master’s grin is eerie, and he waves the crowbar under Gabriel’s nose, enjoying how he quivers. “You’ll be good and take what I give you either way.”

Gabriel is still crying, but his tears well up and spill more quickly in response. “Please,” is all he can whimper. He doesn’t want to be left here in pieces, or stuffed in a barrel for a homeless person or scavenger to find months down the road. If he had just been good to begin with, if he hadn’t gotten curious about the outside…

“You deserve this,” Master repeats, and Gabriel feels his last bit of hope sputter and die. The boy gives a last bout of sobs, shuddering and from the gut.

“Y-yes, Master,” he sniffles weakly. He does deserve this. He was bad and this is punishment. He should have been better. Master lets him cry and snivel for a few seconds, before the foot pinning him down is removed.

“Alright, alright. Quit your bellyaching.” He’s kicked onto his side, and Gabriel gasps for air in surprise. Master’s fingers close in his hair, and Gabriel cries out as he is unceremoniously hauled over to the metal crates. He can’t get his feet under him; he’s just dragged, and Gabriel can feel strands of hair being yanked from his scalp.

“You’re a disobedient little shit,” Master is growling as he drops Gabriel to the unforgiving floor. The man’s attention is on the metal crates, and he uses the crowbar to jimmy the lid of one open. When it falls to the floor with a loud clang, there’s a cold pit in Gabriel’s stomach.

Master crouches in front of him, and Gabriel flinches as his face is grabbed.

“Say thank you,” the man snarls as he towers over the boy. Gabriel whimpers, but he can’t speak with the man’s hand digging into his cheeks. “I hope you understand, boy,” Master continues. He’s still angry, Gabriel can see it, in the baring of his teeth and the wild look in his eye. “I would be well within my rights to chop you into bits and leave you here. Do you understand that? Do you?” There’s a terrified whimper and a nod. “Good. Then you understand that I am being merciful by choosing to punish you instead. Don’t you, you fucking waste of space?” There’s a quiet sob that time, but still a nod. “Okay then.” Master’s hand snaps out, and Gabriel tastes blood as his head is thrown to the side. Pain blooms across his cheek. “Then say thank you.”

“Th-th-thank y-you, Master,” he sobs.

Smack. “Again.” “Th-thank you, M-Master!”

Smack. “What for?”

“Th-thank you f-for p-punishing me, a-and teaching me t-to be b-better, th-thank you-” Gabriel cowers as he waits for another blow. There’s blood dripping from his lip and a ringing in his ears.

“One more time, pet.” There’s no strike this time, and Gabriel heaves in an unsteady breath, his vision blurred with tears.

“Th-thank you, M-Master.” The words come immediate and unbidden, without hesitation. “I was b-bad, Master, th-thank you for t-teaching me to be better, th-thank you.” Once he’s done, Gabriel squeezes his eyes shut and prays it was enough.

“That was a good start.” Master stands again, leaves Gabriel huddled at his feet. Something clangs nearby, and Gabriel flinches. “However, as lovely as that was… I’m afraid your actual punishment is just beginning. And I hope for your sake that you can remember to be grateful.”

The dusty cement is cool under his cheek. Gabriel can feel the wetness of tears on his face, and he knows he’s going to be dirty, after. He’s oddly fixated on that fact, until he’s abruptly kicked in the ribs.

“Get up, dipshit.” Gabriel’s head is spinning, but he pushes himself to obey on shaky limbs. He staggers a little once he’s up, and his eyes fix on the waiting empty box. “Get in.” Gabriel goes cold all over, and he looks to Master with beseeching eyes. But the man only stares back, hard and unyielding, and Gabriel feels more tears slipping down his cheeks. “Don’t make me repeat myself, you useless little shit. In.”

Gabriel flinches with his whole body, and he whimpers but drags himself towards the metal crate. His feet are numb. If he tries to disobey, Master will beat him down and put him in anyway.

The inside of the box smells like dampness and mildew, and something scuttles by his foot. Gabriel is shaking, and his skin feels too tight, too cold. The box is small, he’ll have to fold over to fit all the way inside…

“P-please,” He can’t help but whimpering, just one last time, as Master approaches with the lid. “Please, please, n-no…”

“Ah-ah. What did we just talk about?” Master pauses with the lid, and Gabriel can only stare back up at him with frightened, lost eyes, a startling blue amidst all the filth and grime. He knows what the man wants, and Gabriel closes his eyes as more tears slide down his cheeks. “Thank you, Master,” he whispers in defeat.

“There you go.” Master pats his hair one last time, and then the lid is fitted on top. There’s some clanging and groaning of metal after that, and then something is fitted on top of the crate.

Gabriel reaches up a hand to press against the lid, and it’s firmly sealed shut. There’s already panic brewing in his gut, shortening his breath and making it hard to see.

“M-Master?” It’s quiet for a long moment, and Gabriel sucks in a panicked breath – it’s as if he can already feel the air growing thin. “Master?” “Don’t you be making too much noise, boy.” The man is still standing outside of the crate, and the relief that floods Gabriel’s system is like heroine. Master knocks the side of the box, and the loud ringing makes Gabriel wince. “I’m going to leave you here now,” the man continues. “When I come back, I expect you to have learned some lessons about obedience and gratitude.” There’s a smile in his voice as it moves further away. “I’ll lock the outside door, so don’t worry… no one will ever find you down here. Until I decide that you’ve learned enough.”

Gabriel can’t breathe. His hands are shaking in the darkness, and he jumps and cries out as that same scuttling from before sounds again, grazing his bare foot. What he is trapped in there with? A rat? A cockroach? A very large spider?

He doesn’t consciously decide to start screaming and clawing at the lid. But he does, and in the pitch black, Gabriel can’t see the blood dripping from his fingernails as he scrabbles and tears at the metal. He can’t feel the pain through the blind panic, and through the din of his struggling and tearful screaming for his Master, he can’t hear the lock click as the man leaves.

He’s desperately screaming apologies and pleas for mercy in equal measure, but there is no response. There’s no response when Gabriel sobs and claws at the lid, and there’s no response when he eventually stills, quiet with exhaustion and shock. It’s pitch black and quiet within the box, and Gabriel cries and cries, till his head pounds and there’s no moisture left in his body.

The box doesn’t open, and Master doesn’t come back. Not during the long, long night, or the following day, or the night after that.

Eventually, Gabriel finds himself wondering if he’s always been in the box. Was there ever an outside? He’s not sure.

But when (or if) he is ever allowed out… he knows he will be grateful.

[huronnade-moved]

      ❛❛ I think I’m ready ta come back ta Huron.  Permanently. ❜❜

       From across the table, his mother and father stared at him with wild hope, heartbeats thundering in their ears.  Was their son finally going to settle back in the place he truly belonged? Was his solitary lifestyle deep in the No-Mans Land finally drawing to a close?

        Dear Raku, don’t let this be an attempt to isolate himself further.  Please don’t let him talk himself back into the woods.  He deserves to be here.  He needs to be here.

        When neither of his parents said anything, Murr decided to carry on without prompt.   ❛❛ I’ve been doin’ a lotta thinkin’ lately.  I originally left ta get my head on straight--  ta get some space from everybody.  I let my thoughts steal me away in the process.  I get that now.  I’m ready ta…  face my responsibilities, ‘n’ stop runnin’ from everythin’.  I need ta face things head on again.  I’ll get nowhere if I keep hidin’ in my shack out in the woods. ❜❜   The words stung to say, mainly because they echoed such truth that they embarrassed him.  The last thing he’d been over the past century or so was reasonable  -  and a hundred years was a long time to be acting so foolishly.  Though it was incredibly difficult to look his grieving parents in the eye, he levelled them with a stare so sincere that his vision began to blur.   ❛❛ … ‘m just sorry.  Fer eveythin’.  Fer bein’ an idiot, mainly.  I should never have left.  I should have let myself lean on ya.  I just…  didn’t feel as if I deserved to.  That’s what a lotta this comes down ta, I think:  me not thinkin’ I’m worth the hassle.  ‘n’ that…  that changes now.  I-- ❜❜

       He was interrupted by an impromptu sniffle, his eyes immediately shifting to rest on his mother fully.  The poor woman was tearing up, small hands bunched in front of her quivering lips like a crude bouquet;  pale veins that spanned into the inky blackness of her forearms like vines just about to sprout flowers.

       ❛❛ … mama.  Please, don’t cry. ❜❜

       Somewhere in the back of his mind, Murr had known that such a statement would only provoke her more.  Warm tears slid slowly down her face, though she fiercely wiped them away a few seconds later.  Despite it all, a wobbly smile had formed, full of warmth and relief.

       ❛❛ It’s a good cry, Alé.❜❜   The woman whimpered softly, snivelling pitifully.  When her husband wrapped an arm around her shoulders gently, she relaxed into the embrace, allowing him to reach over with his free hand and swipe the tears from her right eye while she rubbed furiously at her left.  That was how they did everything in life:  together.   ❛❛ I’m just…  so glad.  Th-This’s…  what I’ve been sayin’ the whole time.  You…  you’re a good boy-- ❜❜

       ❛❛ A good man-- ❜❜   His father interjected.  Though it pained him to hear her sob, he knew that the sound was reserved for a relief so poignant that she could express it no other way.  The smile on her face despite her tears was radiant--  her precarious state mitigated by both her rock of a lover and her son finally coming to his senses.  She’d always known he would, even if took him a while.

       ❛❛ -- a good man, ❜❜   she agreed with a quick nod.   ❛❛ I knew that…  one day you’d realise it. ❜❜

       For a short while, Aléjandro remained quiet.  He wasn’t quite sure how to confess that he still didn’t think of himself as worthy of their time.  Though he’d finally been able to release the pressure of remaining stuck within the constraints of his own solitude, he didn’t think it was particularly for his benefit.  In truth, no matter how much he hated himself, he loved his mother and father more.  That and, perhaps part of him truly did want to let go of the torment he was putting himself through.  Why should he continue to punish himself for things that were beyond his control?  If he really sat down and thought about it, was a lot of this even his fault?  He could not have spiralled into drug abuse, could have maintained healthy relationships with other people around him, but was the root cause of all his turmoil really something he had that much say in?  If Kuro hadn’t blanked him without a word, he was almost certain that none of this would have happened.  The longer he’d spent mulling it over, the more convinced he became that he should at least try to forgive himself.  If nothing else, it was the least he could do for his parents.

       ❛❛ So…  I’m welcome back home? ❜❜

       He didn’t get a response in the form of words, rather in the form of both his mother and father lunging from their seats and encircling him with two pairs of protective, loving arms.  Murr sat in the midst of his weeping family, blinking slowly, and before he knew it, his own eyes were filling up too.  He blinked rapidly, attempting to get rid of the damp feeling without needing to wriggle free and rub his eyes.  Eventually, he gave up, allowing tears to prick at the corners of his eyes before he bowed his head, mass of curls resting on the beam of support that was the meeting point of his parents’ shoulders.

       They sat like that for heaven knows how long;  his mother quietly weeping, stroking gently through unruly curls;  his father rubbing his cheek oh-so-gently against the side of his head;  Murr bundled in the centre like a sheep in desperate need of shearing, two protective layers glued to him until they all felt warm enough to part.

       ❛❛ There’s one more thing…  I wanna ask of ya. ❜❜   Murr hadn’t counted on apprehension filling him so suddenly, though as he thought about how best to post the question, he realised that he was full of it.  It showed in his face, syllables dying into a quiet contemplation, his fingers wringing together.  Could he ask?  After all he’d put them through, did he have the right to ask?  Was he worth the expense?   ❛❛ I know I…  haven’t been the best son lately.  But like I said, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot and…  I think…  I wanna give theatre another go. ❜❜

       Unlike before, his father was the first to perk up.  Nothing but elation filled his face.   ❛❛ Really…? ❜❜   The man looked as if he was about to cry;  an odd expression for somebody of such hulking stature.  All Murr could manage was a feeble nod.  This time, the man’s eyes really did fill up.   ❛❛ Y’know we have more than enough money layin’ around.  Whatever college ya wanna go to, we’ll-- ❜❜

       ❛❛ I don’t…  wanna go ta school again, dad. ❜❜   There was a beat of silence that hung limply between them, the older man’s brow slowly creasing with confusion.  If not school, then what?  Before he could lose his nerve, Murr continued on:   ❛❛ I want to…  open my own theatre.  ‘n’ do things completely on my own.  I want to take back my passion.  I’m sick’a bein’ scared of the stage because’a what happened in college.  I want to have a place fer my ideas, a space that I can fill with everythin’, even if it’s bad or ugly.  It can be a public project, to justify the expense, but it’ll still be mine.  I really think…  this would be the best way fer me ta go forward.  ‘n’ Huron gets a brand new facility outta it too. ❜❜

      The request baffled the pair of them, no doubt, but one look into their son’s eyes revealed the steadfast determination behind them.  Somewhere deep down in that troubled vessel was their renegade, a man that absolutely refused to go down without a fight.  Before his father could voice his pride in him, his mother burst into tears all over again, engulfing him once more in a small but comforting cocoon.

[pupperweed]

Magic

A Susie-oriented fanfiction! Hoe you guys like it!

Word Count: 1125

Magic.

Susie McCallister was never the best camper. She was loud, she mouthed off to her counselors, she even got violent with a few campers on more than one occasion. She provided no reasons for this behavior; The counselors would’ve assumed it was because she was being bullied, due to her not-so-conventional looks or some rumors surrounding her romantic preferences...but none of that could be accurate, as she did not talk to anyone. NO ONE was her friend, no one was her enemy. Everyone equally disliked her.

She used fear not to gain popularity, but to gain isolation. No one had seen her in any other mood than angry, not even the witches who ran the camp. In fact, Susie disliked Ramona and would constantly fight with her. Her feelings on Alice were even worse. She only had one emotion to the campers, and it was seething rage.

That was, until the last day of camp. When all the campers traded stories with each other before the long ship ride back, gathering their luggage and meeting their parents on the well kept boats. And yet...Susie sat. Sat on the pier and watched as children smiled and hugged their parents, watched as they got together and hugged and kissed. And she just sat. Sat in that little pink and white dress her mother told her she looked good in. Tears welling in her eyes as the ships pulled their ramps up. Tears pouring down her cheeks as the ships left.

Susie’s mother hadn’t come to get her.    

Alice stretched softly and looked out of her window. “Another good year...I gotta keep working on my binding magic. That tiger fiasco was almost a tiger disaster!” She said, giggling to herself as she looked out of her window onto the sea…McCallister was gone. At least, she wasn’t at the dock anymore. Someone must’ve gotten her before they left entirely.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, thought Alice. That Susie was a troublemaker, and she definitely knew who’s ‘repeat application’ was getting rejected NEXT year. Alice couldn’t handle another ten minutes of that. She felt a bit bad about it, but Alice was glad the girl’s mother waited to take her so long. Maybe that’d teach her a lesson.

Alice had a long day the next day, going around and making sure cabins were all sorted out, keeping things from getting too gross, and beginning to winterize the cabins. She also had some magic to learn; binding spells were going to need some work, but she’d get the hang of them. Just as she turned to go to bed, there was a knock on her door. Probably just Ramona checking in.

Alice was not expecting to see Susie McCallister at ALL in front of her cabin...but this wasn’t the susie she knew. This susie was a snivelling, tearful mess of a girl. The poor thirteen year old quivered and shook with each breathe. Her eyes were red and puffed from what looked to be hours of crying and that pretty pink and white dress was in tatters, covered in mud and dirt. Susie spoke in a shaky, failing voice.

“My...m-my mo-other never...never came to pick me up,” She said, amidst choked sobs and shaking breathes, “A-and I don’t know...what to do and I’m scared...I don’t wa-a-ant her angry at me…”

Alice paused. Alice looked the girl over and pulled her inside, out of the slight chill. “Oh, sweetie, it’s okay! We always have a few parents who forget  every now and then, it’s alright...come in and let me fix you some tea.”

“I-I’m so sorry...She was...was right, I’m not…” She started another fit of wailing sobs and choked up curses under her breathe. She was past miserable, she was desperate. She shook and quivered in her chair as Alice got some tea on. She grabbed a small cup labeled ‘Ramona’ attached to some wire.

“Ramona,” She spoke into the cup, “Susie McCallister’s mother left her here and she’s nearly dying of sadness and I need you to come over NOW because...this stuff doesn’t happen!!” Alice may have been ‘enhancing’ the truth when she said kids were left here all the time. The last kid that was left here was Alice, and that’s only because she washed up on these shores before it was even a camp.

Ramona was a no nonsense kind of witch. She wasn’t a big fan of Alice’s parlor tricks. She was more interested in the manipulation of physical and metaphorical objects. Emotions weren’t her strength. She walked to the cabin, grumbling under her breathe and wondering what Alice had managed to do this time. Opened the door to the cabin.

“Alice? Are you th-” Ramona’s gaze was locked on Susie. McCallister? What, were they punishing her by keeping her on the island? “Well, what have we here, Alice?”

Ramona expected that coi smirk from Alice, the one she gave when punishing children for being naughty. But instead, she got a far more serious look. Alice held a teapot and wore a saddened, almost disheveled look.

“Ms. McCallister’s mother did not show up on the ship. We’ve received no telegram from the other port. They’re saying everyone who showed up went home.”

Silence filled the room as three cups of tea were poured. Susie drank hers shakily, almost spilling it as she looked off at the sea, silently begging for a ship to come...and also begging for it NOT to.

Susie knew why her mother had left her. She’d never wanted Susie to begin with. She hated Susie, and Susie turned that hate to the world. A summer Camp on an island far away from civilization seemed like the perfect way to get rid of the brat. Just leave her to die.

This was becoming more and more apparent to Alice and Ramona as they shared silent glances. Alice looked. As did Ramona. Ramona raised an eyebrow. Alice shrugged. Ramona looked to the girl, turned her head back to alice, and nodded. Alice let out a slight gasp, then looked, then nodded.

Ramona sat quietly down next to Susie. “Susie, dear. I know we’ve had differing opinions over the past months. But I do think you show potential in a field we didn’t necessarily teach the other campers.

“W-what do you mean...I’m not worth much of anything...my own mother doesn’t think I’m worth throwing off of a boat even…”

Alice sat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it lightly to grab her attention. She wore a soft smile and gently sipped her tea. She nodded to Susie and looked.

“Susie, have you ever wanted to learn magic?”

[v3-killing-harmony-imagines]

Boys with an s/o that has a panic attack when someone gets a panic attack

yo yo it’s mod Succi back with the writing that sucks 

Saihara:

he woke up in the middle of the night, screaming 

Nightmare 

He tried to catch his breath, but he just kept thinking about what happened…

and he was shaking and sobbing 

of course he woke you up in the process 

you were asking him what was wrong, and trying to get him to calm down

but then you yourself started to get scared, the idea of Saihara panicking was enough for you to start panicking

It was a while before you two could recover

once you do, Saihara apologies for making you panic

you tell him that it’s not his fault! He was panicking! It’s quite alright!

It takes him a while for th two of you to fall back asleep, so he reads you a book to pass time 

he still says sorry the next day for being an inconvenience 

poor bby

Kiibo:

Normally a robot doesn’t ‘panic’

he runs up to you in the middle of the night, in a hurry

He told you that he couldn’t think, his processors were running in circles, his cooling fans were over-spinning, his systems were overheating-

You’re immediately awake, but you don’t really know what to do

From the look he gives you, he thinks you would have an answer to the problem

And you begin to panic because you don’t know what to do, he could be dying and then if he can’t be fixe-

 calm calm calm

You try plugging him in, it doesn’t work

You don’t know what to do, you’re so afraid

He can tell that you’re beginning to panic, he tries to help you but it’s hard when he can’t think properly 

eventually you call Iruma, she finds you on the floor in a heap of tears as Kiibo is trying to stay On and care for you at the same time 

She After she fixes Kiibo, she reassures you that he’ll be fine, and leaves

Kiibo spends the next few hours comforting you, saying that he’s terribly sorry that you had to go through everything

He cheers you up by playing board games, solving puzzles, and giving you the occasional kiss

You eventually tall him that you’re tired

He goes to leave but you tell him to stay with you, just in case

So he does, he knows it’s probably not the most comfortable thing, but he’ll try and make you as happy as possible!

Kaito:

He’s been studying for exams 

you knock on his room, asking if he’s ok

you walk in to see him in a frenzy, papers lying everywhere as he’s trying to absorb everything 

he looks frantic, saying that he has to get a good mark on this because if he doesn’t then his marks will go down and he can’t afford that and then-

He’s sweating and talking too fast, panicking 

You try and get him to calm down, you can help him study

this seems to agitate him more, he’s yelling about how he can’t afford to fail this test and then he can’t get into that college and-

You begin to cry, you don’t like to see him like this

He notices the quiet sobs you’re producing and he immediately begins to apologize

He hugs you, and you begin to cry harder

He tells you not to cry, it’s his fault for raising his voice…it’s ok

He waits until you’ve stopped crying to kiss you

It’s long and powerful, you feel your chest warming when he pulls back 

He cleans up the papers, and then proceeds to cuddling you for the rest of the day

He gets ice-cream, and you two watch movies together, making sure you’re 100% calm

Amami:

He rarely panics, if ever 

but when you were late coming to his house, he was worried 

He tried texting and calling you, and you didn’t respond 

An hour has passed, almost 2, and he started to panic 

Where were you? Are you hurt? Are you ok?

he was pacing the room, trying to keep his breathing calm

that failed pretty quickly 

he felt his breathing come on fast as he though about what could have happened to you, before he realizes it he’s panicking 

And then you walk in, soaked

He runs over to you and how he’s sobbing and holding you in his arms as he asks you where you were

He was so scared 

you tell him to calm down, but he keeps crying more

He can’t stand the idea of loosing you

You dig your fingers into him, and try to keep centered as he blubbers

You fail pretty quickly 

You tell him in a croak that you’re fine, that he doesn’t need to worry 

but please stop crying, you’re crying as well

He gets himself under control pretty quickly, the slight sniff in his nose as he tells you sorry

The plans for the day change...he just wants to be alone with you, no distractions 

Korekiyo:

Again, he’s not the type to panic 

when he does, it’s real bad

You two were shopping,he left you alone for one minute and now you’re gone 

at first he calmly looks around, trying to find you

He searches for about half an hour before he realizes that it’s serious 

He begins to re-check places and he’s searching every crack and alcove 

he begins to loose his head when he still can’t find you

so he begins to panic, and walk frantically 

he’s on the verge of tears when you pop up

and he immediately lunges towards you, gripping your chest and refusing to let go

He’s shaking and his voice is wavy, he’s scared 

You begin to shake, you wonder what happened, if he’s ok, if he needs help...

He shakes his head, saying that he only needs a few minutes

with every minute that passes, you grow a little more and more anxious 

he finally gets himself together, and the two of you continue shopping like usual

the tension in the air is tighter, you’re a bit more wound up than usual and so is he 

 you two decide to go home earlier than usual

Ouma:

He’s usually laughing, or joking about something Kiibo did

But today you find him a sniveling mess in his room

He’s in the fetal position, and he seams to be on the verge of tears 

You’re instantly crouched down to him, asking what’s wrong 

He chokes, and curls up tighter

and then he’s tells you that he’s such a bad person

people hate him, have died because of him, he’s hurt people 

he’s just a bad person 

you never knew he felt like this, otherwise you would have done something about it 

But now he begins to hyperventilate as he says that you’re in danger because of him, and he doesn’t deserve you, and that he should never have existed

You tell him that your ok, you’ll be with him no matter what

And now he’s crying and struggling for breath when he says that he doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him, you should stay as far away from him as possible 

You wrap yourself around Ouma, and beg for him to please, please stop crying 

Your voice is cracking as you tell him how much he means to you, how much you love to be with him

He sits up, and embraces you 

It’s not that hard for the two of you to begin sobbing 

it goes on for a while, until you’ve run yourself dry

once he finishes, he drags you onto the bed and snuggles close to you

he kisses your stomach a lot, the sound of you breathing calming him down 

you cup one hand at the back of his head, and kiss it gently

you two stay like that for a while, and eventually fall asleep

Gonta:

no

he bursts into your room, already crying 

You ask him what’s wrong, and he can barely manage to speak

he killed a mosquito

he was out in the front, and he was so focused that he unconsciously swatted at it

and he killed it

you tried to reassure him that it’s ok, that he didn’t mean to, but he won’t stop crying

what if he kills another one?

he can’t go out again. ever.

You feel that sensation rising up in your throat, and your voice tightens as you try to comfort him

but then you picture Gonta, never going out again, loosing his interest in bugs 

and you begin to panic

you tell him that he has to go out, he needs to

but? what if he kills another mosquito...

no!! he can’t sped his life inside all the time!! he’ll never be happy!

you begin to talk fast, and your pulse goes higher and a cold sweat is starting 

And now Gonta is trying to calm you down as you begin to cry, and apologize for making this about you...

once you feel calmer from Gonta’s pats and hugs, you ask him if you two could hold a funeral for the bug? Would that help?

definitely :D

Hoshi:

you come home to find him just staring at the wall

you ask him what’s wrong, and he brushes it off as nothing

 but when you notice that he’s barely touched his supper, you put down your fork and ask him if he’s 100% ok

He’s not 

He says that lately he’s been thinking that he doesn’t deserve you, you could do so much better than him....

You try and tell him that you love him, but he just sadly shakes his head

“I’ve seen the way others look at you...s/o...I think it would be better for the both of us if i wasn’t in the picture.”

And on the outside he looks calm and serious, but inside he’s screaming because he doesn't want to loose you

You don’t know what to say, you want to tell him that you only like him...but what if in reality he wants to break up with you?

When he finally sighs and gets up, you freak out

You cling to him, telling him to please don’t leave you, you don’t want him to leaveyoupleaseyoudon’twanttobealonebecauseifyouarethenyou’regoing-

and oh god you’re crying no

He tilts your face up, and you see his eyes enlarge before he’s hugging you

He tells you that he won’t leave you. Ever 

He’s there for you

He’s there for you...

You’re crying in his shirt now, but he doesn’t care

you still want him, that’s all that maters now 

he gives you many kisses as you calm down