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Big Brother to the Rescue!

This fic was inspired by @justcourttee - A Brother’s Love. I loved her fic and I couldn’t stop thinking….what if this happened?

Jason sighed, rereading the text he had gotten again from Gina.

Nona: Jay, I am unable to get to Paris in the time I wished. My son and his wife are having problems with my Little Fairy. They claim her to be a bully and a brute, but I know this is not my Little Fairy. I am her guardian now and my plan was to bring her with me. Go in my stead and take her to Gotham. She told me she has a date with her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. Break the news to her gently.

Gina had traveled with him for awhile and was always there for him when he got in a fight with Bruce. They could disappear on the road and travel, forget their worries. Gina had told him about her granddaughter, her ‘Little Fairy’, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was an inspiring fashion designer, who was also her class’ president. She had designed for Jagged Stone and won a contest from Gabriel Agreste. She even had the opportunity to be mentored by Style Queen, herself, in New York, and turned it down. Gina had told him so many things about Marinette, he felt as if she was his little sister. When Gina told him that Pixie was getting bullied again and no one would help or see her side of things, he had gotten upset. Even her boyfriend had told her to make peace with the bully and to let it go. She had never asked him for a favor before and he didn’t want to let her down.

Jason had taken the first flight to Paris to bring his little sister home to Gotham. He watched as she left the bakery and pressed the button to head to the park when her phone rang.

“Adrien? Yeah, I’m just heading-Oh. Ye-Yeah, I can meet you there instead. Sure. Bye.” Marinette spoke and quickly took off in another direction.

'Sounds like a change of plans.’

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"Operation: Loopy"

You were a strong, independent aspiring hero. You’d faced villains, explosions, and Bakugo’s screaming. But none of that prepared you for the wildest opponent yet…

…a wisdom tooth extraction.

You blinked awake, mouth stuffed with gauze, brain foggy, and vision blurry. The fluorescent lights above you hummed like a villain’s theme music. Was this Tartarus?

“She lives!” a dramatic voice shouted. That was—oh god—Denki Kaminari, filming you on his phone.

“GET THAT CAMERA OUTTA MY EYE SOCKET!” you bellowed. Or at least, you thought you bellowed. It came out more like: “Geff dat camma outta my faysalkit.”

Mina popped into view, laughing hysterically. “Girl, you sound like you’re summoning demons!”

You tried to sit up. “Iz dis… is dis my quirk? Am I… a duck?”

“Honestly? Maybe,” said Kirishima, gently pushing you back down. “You’re being super unbreakable right now, though. Respect.”

You squinted at him. “You got… rocks for skin. Are you okay? Like emotionally?”

“Wow, even under anesthesia, she checks in on us,” Tsuyu said calmly from the foot of the bed. “That’s kinda sweet.”

“I love all of you,” you mumbled dramatically, reaching for Todoroki’s face. “Especially you, Mr. Ice-and-Fire Cream Sandwich…”

“…I’m gonna pretend that was a compliment,” Todoroki muttered, letting you poke his cheek with your numb finger.

Bakugo, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, muttered, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s a disaster.”

You gasped. “You take that back, Kacchan! I’m a beautiful disaster.”

The gauze puff in your mouth fell out mid-monologue and Denki nearly dropped his phone laughing. “We’re keeping that. That's going in the group chat AND your graduation video.”

Finally, the nurse arrived to check on you, only for you to gasp and shout, “WAIT. AM I STILL A DUCK?!”

“No, sweetie. You're not a duck.”

“...Disappointing.”

Reunited In Grief

The weeks pass in an agonizing blur. After returning to Sabaody, you had taken to checking in on Luffy as he grieved the loss of his brother. Pushing your own grief aside to aid him might have been your way of avoiding your feelings.

After Luffy’s rage had been temporarily quelled, you set off on your own journey. When asked, you had responded with a false confidence you were desperately clinging to.

“I’m not sure, but I’m sure I’ll find somewhere to stay for a while, maybe I’ll even find a teacher and get stronger that way!” You were only half lying, as you didn’t have any intentions of finding a teacher at the moment. You just wanted to separate yourself from everyone and wallow in your sorrow.

After a bit more convincing that you would be safe and would return to Sabaody like everyone else, you set off. A small boat with the basic essentials was all you could motivate yourself to take, not having the energy to care for anything not absolutely needed.

A few pit stops made quickly as possible were taxing, but necessary. Keeping a low profile was easy enough, covering yourself to blend in and keeping conversations with shop owners as short as possible without putting a target on your back. Drifting around wasn’t wise, but you weren’t in the right headspace to be concerned about that at the moment.

After another pit stop, you left the New World and sailed back to the east blue. With no conscience destination in mind, you let the sea take you where it wanted to go. You briefly thought about how getting back to the red line would be inconvenient, but as quickly as the thought appeared in your mind, it vanished into the darkness of your mind once more.

As you sailed, you recalled your adventures in the east blue with your crew. After reuniting with your younger brother Luffy at Cocoyashi Village, you honored your promise to officially join his crew. You had shocked the rookie pirates with your reveal of your shared past, and the difference in your abilities. After a bit of being poked and prodded for information, the crew readily accepted you into their rag tag group.

Eventually, you docked at a familiar island. Securing your boat to a small port that only you and a few others knew about, you make your way through the forest and up the mountain. Your heart feels heavy in your chest as you continue your trek.

The climb is not new to you as you walk, if anything it’s the easiest and hardest thing you’ve done for weeks. Your mind swims with memories of the past, and you choke down any noise that might escape.

Finally, you stand at the wooden door atop Mount Colubo. You debate turning around and leaving, but find yourself unable to move your legs to turn away. Taking a deep breath, you raise your arm and knock. You hear rummaging as you stand at the door.

If not for the noise, you might have thought no one was home.

Slowly, the door creaks open, just barely, and a voice speaks.

“Who are you and what the hell do you want?” Being unable to keep silent, you respond.

“Dadan, it’s me.”

The door slams open with force you recognize, and the face of the voice appears.

Dadan’s eyes widen as the takes in the sight of you. Your clothing is crumpled, your shoes are muddy and your face - oh your face - sunken and full of pain as you stand there, eye swirling with emotions she wishes she’d never seen on your face.

All the anger and hostility drains from her body and she pulls you inside, closing the door before pulling you into an embrace that could rival Luffys.

The feeling of being held breaks the last bit of restraint you have as you start to cry, holding onto your mother figure with a strength you thought you had lost. Your cries turn into sobs as she cradles the back of your head with one hand and holds onto your back with the other. The feeling of her body shaking and the sound of her own tears falling is not lost on you as you both grieve together.

Not a word is said as you stand in the wooden house where you grew up, mourning the loss you share.

The sobs have been reduced to silent tears and small hiccups, and slowly, as if it were the last thing you want to do, the two of you separate just enough to look at each other.

Both of your faces are red and puffy, tears both dried and wet stick to your faces and shirts. There may be a wet patch on Dadan’s shirt where you face was, and there may be some snot dripping down her nose, who knows, that a secret you’ll take to your graves.

I’M BACK AND READY TO WRITE! Sorry I’ve been gone for like a year, my body is trying to kill me and no one can figure out why. I’m alive though! I’ll write part two of my straw hat cuddling/sleeping habits soon, but if thought of this first and wanted to write it before I lost motivation or forgot.

I see that Twisted Wonderland is winning, I'm both scared and excited at the same time, because I just finished The Red rose Tyrant, but I'm confident I know most of the characters personality, and I've watched some game plays, that being said, if Twisted Wonderland wins, who would you want to be your love interest? Maybe more than one, maybe you want it to focus on a certain dorm, or you just want it to be Platonic, I'm making the oneshot gender neutral so both girls and boys can read it.

ok so I need someone to tell me if friends can feel very strongly about each other, want to spend the rest of their lives together, and get jealous over their friend's other relationships or if that's queerplatontic behavior because I need help with a fic I'm writing

We Care About You

For the past couple of days, you've been sacrificing sleep to spend more time playing Genshin. The people of Teyvat take notice and do not approve.

Content Warning(s): Liyue Archon Quest Spoilers

Notes: SAGAU; GN!Reader; First Story; Inexperienced Writer

Word Count: 1.5k

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You honestly should've seen it coming.

There were too many hints that told you what was about to happen, but you either didn't notice them or ignored them entirely.

Now you're about to fall into unconsciousness against your will, all because someone within Teyvat cared about your well-being.

"How is this even possible?" you pondered before you finally fell into sweet unconsciousness.

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The first hint happened so quick you almost missed it.

You were a couple of minutes removed from logging into the game and had just started working on your second of four daily commissions.

As you were teleporting to Dadaupa Gorge to help Wyatt look for his key, you noticed an unusual message on the loading screen.

Sleep

When night falls, make sure that you get plenty of rest!

You were lucky that you were a fast reader or else you wouldn't have been able to read that message in time.

At first, you didn't know what to think of it. Sure, Hoyoverse could've easily added it into the game, but you didn't see them ever doing such a thing. Additionally, you've never seen anyone else experience this message before.

"Probably something new," you guessed before gliding on down to speak with Wyatt.

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The second hint was a bit more noticeable than the first.

After completing Wyatt's commission, you were on your way to Falcon Coast to defeat some hilichurls. It was approaching nighttime in Teyvat when Paimon suddenly said:

"It's getting pretty late. Paimon thinks that we should go to bed soon."

You stopped gliding forward for a brief moment in slight surprise. It only took a few seconds for you to snap back to reality before pausing the game to save what airtime you had left.

"I can see a new line of text being possible, but a new voice line?" you contemplated. Like the last hint, you really didn't know what to think of it. If it was only one new voice line that got added into the game, you guess you shouldn't see that as a big surprise.

"Today has certainly been weird," you added before unpausing the game.

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It wasn't until the third hint that you started to think that something was wrong.

After defeating the two waves of hilichurls, your last commission had you beat up some cryo slimes near the Dawn Winery. You teleported to the Anemo Archon statue, grabbed a couple of Windwheel Asters, and began to glide down to the water.

However, just as you were about to pass the Dawn Winery, you began to hear a sweet melody coming from the building. This wasn't the theme you were used to hearing when you were near the Dawn Winery, so being the curious person you were, you took a quick detour to the building.

As you approached the building, the melody began increasing in volume. Furthermore, as you moved your camera you noticed the sound gradually shifting volume in-between your right and left ears.

"Wait, this isn't just a soundtrack? Someone's actually playing this?" you questioned, speaking aloud for the first time. You rarely speak your thoughts aloud, finding such an action to be awkward, but you felt that the situation warranted such a reaction out of you.

After a bit of wandering and camera movement, you pinpointed the source of the sound coming from the roof. Starting from the front of the building, you climbed up the wall and onto the balcony. You moved the camera around, trying to see if you could get a better view of the roof, and after a while, you found the source of the melody.

Venti the bard was currently straddling the roof beam with his back against the spire right near where the Anemoculus used to be. He had his eyes closed as he was playing the soothing melody on his lyre. If he noticed you, he took no note of it as he continued to play.

"Okay, now things are getting weird," you began to monologue to yourself. "I can somewhat explain a new loading screen message and a new voice line, but a new audio played by a character who is never supposed to be seen outside of archon quests and events? A change as big as this would've surely been advertised by Hoyoverse on social media, right? So why does it feel like I'm the first person to have discovered this? Do I consider this to be a bug or a glitch?"

However, as you continued to think to yourself, Venti continued to play his melody. As the melody dragged on and on, you began to yawn and feel your eyes growing heavy.

"Hold on. Is this melody...making me sleepy?”

Music notes began to fade in and out as they floated from Venti's lyre to your player character.

"I can't fall asleep just yet! I still need to finish my commissions!" you proclaimed before leaping off the balcony and continuing your way down to the beach. "Ooh! I also may need to travel to some domains and farm for materials."

You missed the fourth hint while you jogged away from the winery. Had you looked back at Venti, you would have noticed that he stopped playing the melody before sighing with a slight frown on his face.

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After completing all of your dailies, you decided to take a change of scenery and meet up with Liyue Katherine.

"I still need to go to Wanmin Restaurant and trigger that Beetle event. Plus, the crafting table is just around the corner for me to craft some Condensed Resin!"

You were too distracted by the crafting table to notice the fifth hint of the day. Had you kept your eye at Third-Round Knockout, you would've noticed the former Geo Archon getting up from his table and walking over to you.

Having finished crafting your Condensed Resin, you began to head over to Wanmin Restaurant. But before you could...

"Traveler! A quick moment of your time, please."

Startled by the sudden attention, you flicked your camera behind you to find Zhongli approaching your player character.

"It has been a while since we last had a chat. I was hoping you would accompany me while I head to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to retire for the night. We can catch up with each other while we walk."

Too many thoughts were running through your head for you to give a proper response, not that any prompt showed up anyway. Zhongli took your inactivity as a sign of acceptance.

"Good. Let us be on our way then."

Zhongli started to walk past you, which didn't help your thoughts at all.

When his feet hit the ground, there was no visible space between the sole of his shoes and the ground. You never saw any of his clothes clip through any part of his body. In fact, you swear you saw a few wrinkles.

"Everything about him is too detailed. The walking animation, the clothes, the collision, the hitboxes; there is no way in hell everything should be so... fluid."

You started to think whether or not you should go through with his request. However, before you could make a decision, the game decided to make one for you.

The Traveler moved... but your hands were off the keyboard.

"WOAH Woah Woah woah..." You repeated as you backed your chair away from the computer. Now you were starting to think that your game was broken. You quickly scooched your chair back closer to your computer and were about to Alt+F4 outta there before...

"I would refrain from doing that."

You stopped what you were doing and looked up at the screen. Did you miss something that the Traveler did?

"As much as we all love to have you around, we know better than to have you overstay your welcome when you are clearly tired."

...That didn't sound like he was talking to the Traveler.

"I admire your persistence, but you leave me no choice, [Y/N]."

"Oh sh-."

Before you could finish your sentence, a loud buzzing sound suddenly played from your computer speaker. Almost immediately, you could feel yourself about to fade to unconsciousness. You quickly stood up and covered your ears as you tried to fight it, wondering how in the hell this sound was affecting you despite having heard it before in Sumeru. Unfortunately, the noise continued to grow louder and louder until you could no longer stand on your own two feet. You slowly slumped to the floor as the sound began to lower in volume, sensing that its job was done.

You honestly should've seen it coming.

There were too many hints that told you what was about to happen, but you either didn't notice them or ignored them entirely.

Now you're about to fall into unconsciousness against your will, all because someone within Teyvat cared about your well-being.

"How is this even possible?" you pondered before you finally fell into sweet unconsciousness.

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Author Side Notes: I know that I'm not the best writer in the world, but this idea for a SAGAU story I had continued to grow and grow until I felt like I could connect all of the plot points by myself.

If anyone is willing to rewrite or even possibly continue this story, I'm all down for it. I just wanted to see if people like this sort of scenario.

I also have more ideas for SAGAU stories if anyone wants to hear them.

Please may I have a Fairy tail Platonic headcanons of being the younger brother of Gray Fullbuster and how he is the vessel for nine tails like how Naruto is in the Naruto series. The younger Fullbuster is a member of Team Natsu and Fairy tail as a ice mage despite the demon that was sealed inside him..he is around the same age as Wendy. He is a genuinely kind boy despite the pain that he went through as a small child..he also had Naruto's demonic anger and his pain and he is not afraid to stand up to highly dangerous mages to protect his guild. The relationship between him and Wendy is Canon but it was Platonic as children and then romantic as adults. In Edolas..their counterparts were already dating as they are adults and the Edolas counterparts had a small boy (a little boy named Ame age 4 who is also Greige's cousin) the next time that they met their grown counterparts. He also had Naruto's kindness and he never goes back on his word..no matter what he says.

Team Natsu's relationship with him

Wendy's relationship with him

Fairy tail's relationship with him

This is such a cool idea! Thank you for the request!

Masterlist

Warnings: Spoilers for Fairy Tail and Fairy Tail 100 Year Quest!! Mentions of Trauma, child being shunned. All of them except for Wendy’s part have some heavier angst but all of them have fluff in them.

-The Fullbuster brothers would’ve been separated when they were younger from the attack by Deliora. (_____) would be six years younger than Gray.

-While Gray went with Ur, (_____) went with the attackers who released Deliora.

-They saw how much potential the young fullbuster had and decided to seal the nine tailed fox inside of him.

-Kyukorikemono would be the demon fox's name. It translates to nine ice beast. It’s nickname or other name would be Hyoga, since baby brother Fullbuster couldn’t say the ice foxes full name.

-Hyoga would have the same build as Kurama but light blue fur with white accents, his tails would be made of ice, and he would have blue eyes that would match his fur.

-I feel like Hyoga and (_____) would bond rather quickly. (_____) being smart and starting to figure out that they were not as nice as they said they were.

-The two would escape and live alone until they were about 8 when Master Makarov found them on the outskirts of Magnolia.

-That would be when the Fullbuster brothers would be reunited.

-They quickly became attached to their brother, not wanting to lose him again.

(_____) Fullbuster’s relationship with Kyukorikemono:

-The two would not get along at first.

-But over time they would get more comfortable around each other.

-Kyukorikemono started to really become softer once (_____) gave him the nickname Hyoga.

-He was known as the horrible Ice Fox Demon Kyukorikemono. He was feared so greatly that he had to be sealed away.

-But here was this child befriending him.

-Since then Hyoga became protective of him.

-They usually didn’t have a problem and were fine with each other.

-But when they both were mad, their combination of blinded rages was terrifying.

-Hyoga wasn’t willing to give up his power at first. So he made a deal and if (_____) could prove that he was strong and capable enough then Hyoga would let the young Fullbuster use his power.

Team Natsu Relationships:

Natsu-

-100% brothers from different Mothers type trope.

-While Natsu and Gray are rivals, Natsu and (_____) get along really well.

-Natsu 100% will say something along the lines of “Hey Gray, how come you can’t be as nice and kind as your baby brother?” And he would make jokes about how he’s (_____)’s favorite brother.

-Natsu understands (_____)’s anger and how hard it is to control it sometimes.

-Natsu feels a familiarity with the young Fullbuster (It’s him being a demon and (_____) having a demon inside of him)

-Natsu is the bad influence sibling who will do nearly everything Gray says not to do.

-(_____) is curious about what alcohol tastes like? No worries big brother Natsu will sneak you a beer later when Gray gets distracted.

-Natsu also never believes Gray, but (_____) could say the same thing and he would 100% agree with him.

-Natsu has deep respect for (_____) and that he never goes back on his word.

-When (_____) loses control of Hyoga Natsu is so worried. He knows what it feels like to have all of that anger consume you and how terrifying it is to not be able to stop it.

-If (_____) does something that could’ve gotten him killed then Natsu is scolding the life out of that kid. He sees himself in (_____) and doesn’t want him to be seen as an idiot or a dumbass like he is.

-Hates when people judge (_____) just because he has a demon s lead inside of him. He always tells (_____) that he’s one of the strongest people he’s met, not just anyone can have a demon sealed inside of them.

-When Natsu first met Hyoga he had a huge bone to pick with him.

-But over time they started to tolerate each other. (_____) noticed how similar they were.

Lucy-

-Lucy is (_____)’s kind big sister.

-She was so shocked when they were introduced and it was revealed that (_____) was Gray’s younger brother. But finds the opposite brother dynamic adorable.

-(_____) sometimes goes to Lucy’s apartment when Gray is out on a job or if he just needs some peace and quiet. Lucy gave him a spare key and he’ll look after her apartment if she’s out of town and he’s still home.

-Lucy will brush out (_____)’s hair while they talk about his advancements in his training. It’s a weekly thing they do, sibling bonding time is a must for her. (_____) is the closest thing to a younger sibling for Lucy.

-Lucy often worries about (_____). She worries that if she or one of the members of Fairy Tail isn’t around he might get jumped out of town.

-She’s so thankful that the people of Magnolia don’t fear the young mage. It gives her hope that people won’t judge you for where you come from.

-She does extensive research on Kyukorikemono. She wants to learn more about the beast, its past, powers, and abilities. She hopes that with the research she can help (_____) control its power easier.

-She also researches sealing magic, specifically the sealing spell used on (_____).

-When he gets angry Lucy worries tremendously. She is so scared that (_____) won’t have enough energy or magic to keep Kyukorikemono at bay.

-She learned sealing magic just in case the demon starts to take over. She also learned medicinal remedies to boost (_____)’s magic and energy without side effects.

-She is a bit scared of Kyukorikemono and its power. But she is so proud and she admires (_____) for being able to harness the beast's power.

-When Lucy first met Hyoga she was terrified of him.

-Hyoga immediately started to use her fear to his advantage and scared her all the time and picked on her.

Happy

-The bestest friends ever!!

-Happy and (_____) have been besties since he was born.

-Happy’s favorite people list goes as follows: Natsu, (_____), and then Lucy.

-He so fanboy’s over (_____). He always says that (_____) is like a comic book protagonist.

-If someone picks on (_____) Happy is right there to defend him.

-If someone picks on Happy? Pray you poor soul because a traumatized preteen with a demon sealed inside of him who is prepared to freeze a whole village is coming to knock you the fuck out.

-Begs (_____) for help in being his wingman for Carla.

-He asks (_____) to make ice sculptures of people to prank them.

-Speaking of pranks they pranks the whole guild together. It doesn’t matter who it is, they will prank you. But they haven’t been caught yet, always playing the innocent child card.

-The two had ’sleepovers‘ at the guild when they were younger. Only when the others would go out to train.

-They would build a fort out of the tables and chairs around the main area. They would also get blankets and rugs to cover the holes in the fort. Makarov would sneak them sugary snacks and drinks. They would eat and drink those while reading comics.

-It was never during the night, only the day. So not really a sleepover but that’s what they called it.

-When Happy met Hyoga it was a little awkward.

-Hyoga thought that Happy was an offering or sacrifice for him.

-Happy in processing that information screamed and since then doesn’t like Hyoga.

Erza

-Erza has always been the cooler older sister who is also a mentor to (_____).

-When they were younger she overheard Makarov and some of the older guild members talk about (_____). And also about the demon that was sealed inside of him.

-Since then she worried that people would try to use him and take advantage of him. So she started to train him.

-She tells it how it is to him and doesn’t sugar coat anything with (_____).

-She was always there to help hold back (_____) when he would lose control. She hated it.

-She hated seeing him like that and the pain he was in after he would calm down. Erza didn’t like seeing the frostbite marks all over him, she hated that there was nothing she could do to stop the beast's power from hurting him.

-She likes that he’s not afraid of her. It makes her feel like she isn’t on a pedestal and just another friend.

-Once Lucy joins the group she goes to her to learn about Kyukorikemono.

-They both work together to help (_____) control the demon and get stronger.

-She loves sparring with him.

-It’s so much fun when the two spar. When they do spar the newer guild members are always so scared while watching them. It looks like an insane death match, their laughter echoing.

-In reality it's just a friendly match with the two laughing at each other. It helps them both relax and feel carefree.

-The second she met Hyoga she threatened him.

-She told him that if he gave (_____) too much trouble she would deal with him personally.

-Hyoga brushed it off but internally was scared of her.

Gray

-He was so relieved when he was reunited with (_____).

-He cried and wouldn’t let go of him for hours. And he would also cry on and off, as well as not letting him out of sight for days and weeks after.

-He would be so scared that (_____) would just disappear if he blinked just a millisecond too long.

-Gray would eventually start to relax and the fear of losing (_____) would diminish by a lot. Never fully go away but it would become very small.

-He hated the people who took him.

-He was so angry when he found out about Kyukorikemono. He would go out for hours at a time and use his magic to get his anger out. During that time people would find random pieces of ice around the forest and border of Magnolia.

-He begged Makarov for weeks to take the demon out of his brother but every time he would get a no.

-After repeated denial to get the demon out of his brother he got into a screaming match with Makarov where he found out the truth to why he kept saying no.

-(_____) needed the demon to live.

-Since the demon had been in (_____) for so long it basically became a part of his brother's bodily system.

-Gray went straight to (_____) and cried. He sobbed while hugging his brother tightly. He kept apologizing about how he didn’t find him in time and how he wished he didn’t lose sight of him in the attack.

-But (____) never once blamed him. He told Gray that it was ok and that now because of what happened he has a super cool unique power, and how he now had a forever friend.

-That talk put Gray to ease but he still worried over his brother. He remembered the stories Elfman had told him about how people had treated Mira.

-He would help his brother get in touch with the ice part of his powers and help his brother adapt to the cold conditions of ice magic.

-The two would have ice carving competitions every winter time and the guild would judge them.

-Gray would go into panic mode every time the demon would take over his brother.

-After he would calm down Gray would stay right by him like a watchdog. Not letting anyone get near him.

-The two became very close as they grew older.

-The two are the definition of opposite siblings and no one in the Fairy Tail guild will ever let them forget it.

-(_____) would always tease Gray about Juvia once she joined.

-They also would get nicknamed The Ice Demon Brothers in the future.

-When Gray met Hyoga, he nearly fought him on the spot. Immediately they were butting heads

-They talked for a while and came to an agreement.

-They both just wanted to protect (_____) from people who would use him.

Carla

-The two aren’t as close as the other members of team Natsu.

-They are still close but just not as much.

-Carla likes to keep to herself and (_____) sometimes doesn’t understand it but respects it.

-Carla often makes sarcastic jokes about how he and his brother aren’t related because they act so differently.

-She will give (_____) tips on how he can improve and tactical advice.

-With her ability to see into the future she often sees when (_____) will lose control. It comes in handy a lot.

-Carla feels the need to protect (____) as she protects Wendy.

-She gives off that ‘I don't care’ vibe but deeply cares for the boy.

-She worries for him and how people will treat him. Which leads her to researching the demon.

-She discovers ancient stories on how the demon was first kept at bay by the first jinchuriki. She tells Erza and Lucy about these and the three form a study group together.

-She trusts (_____) and sees that he has a truly kind heart and caring soul.

-When Carla first met Hyoga she greeted him and wanted to leave him alone.

-He intimidates her.

Wendy

-These two’s relationship is adorable.

-When they first met (_____) was immediately excited at meeting someone his age and wanted to be friends with her.

-It's a lot like Hinata and Naruto but a remix version.

-(_____) really admires Wendy’s drive to get stronger and it motivates him to get stronger.

-When he tells Wendy that she blushes since she isn’t used to compliments from anyone just yet.

-They quickly become a duo.

-Wind and Ice, a unique combo but one that can be deadly.

-They look out for each other. If someone bullies Wendy, (_____) is right there sticking up for her and putting that person in their place. If someone is judging (_____), Wendy shouts at that person and tells them how wrong they are.

-It’s nice having someone your age to be around. The two both only being around people older than them.

-The older members give them the nickname ‘Team Blizzard’.

-Mira loves that and gets the two matching friendship bracelets with the letters T and B on them.

-Being around each other lets them be kids and not have to feel the pressure of acting mature to be seen as equals with the other members.

-The both of them are often seen walking around Magnolia together talking about their latest interests.

-When Wendy first met Hyoga she was scared of him but warmed up to him.

-Hyoga tolerates Wendy and feels like her and (_____) are alike.

Fairy Tail’s relationship with (_____) Fullbuster

-The guild welcomed the boy with open arms.

-They love his personality. Sure it butts heads with some of the other guild members but they wouldn’t change him for the world.

-Everyone finds it hilarious when he picks fights with Laxus, Gildarts, or Makarov.

-It annoys Laxus, especially before his redemption arc. But after he finds it endearing that he hasn’t changed. Everyone is still on edge around him but good old (_____) treats him the same. Now he’ll encourage the idea of fighting the young Fullbuster.

-Gildarts laughs so damn much when (_____) challenges him. Sometimes, once in a blue moon, he will fight the little guy. He loves to see the younger generations full of ambition.

-Makarov turns him down every time. Although he will take (_____) out and train him in the woods. The young Fullbuster reminds him a bit of Laxus when he was younger and it warms the old man's heart.

-The entire guild is highly protective of (_____).

-Someone picks on him or shuns him? It’s gonna be the whole of Fairy Tail vs whoever dared to do something to their (_____).

-They all worry so much over (_____) when the demon takes over him.

-They are scared that one day the council will think he is too much of a threat and take him out. So they act a bit crazier and it bumps up their reputation as a crazy and rule breaking guild.

-But they don’t care because they know that it's just showing off how much they care for each other.

Edolas-

-Natsu, Happy, Lucy, Wendy, and Carla were all shocked by seeing older Wendy.

-But seeing older (_____)??

-Natsu and Happy were about to have a heart attack.

-Older (_____) looked so cool.

-He was rocking the bad boy leather jacket look and it gave Natsu a mid life crisis.

-How could his baby brother look so much cooler than him!?!

-And Happy thought he looked like a biker gang leader in one of the comics they read together.

-It shocked them even more when Edo (_____) came up to Wendy, put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.

-Wendy fainted out of embarrassment.

-Natsu fainted out of shock.

-Happy fainted out of coolness.

-And Lucy’s jaw hit the floor.

-Carla quickly hid her shock and picked Lucy’s jaw off the floor.

-When Gray met him, he passed out due to shock.

-Gray couldn’t believe it at all. He swore it was a dream and refused to believe anything else.

-Edolas (_____) helped them out a lot. He was really against just sitting back and letting the things ruin their lives.

-He played a key role in helping them win in the end.

-When they came back to Edolas though it was a pretty big shock.

-As they were meeting Greige he suddenly got excited and shouted for his uncle.

-The gang turned and saw older edo (_____) with an older edo Wendy.

-It was a huge shock to see them again.

-But it was an even bigger shock to see a small boy with dark purple hair and dark blue eyes sitting happily in edo Wendy’s arms.

-Wendy fainted out of embarrassment.

-Natsu, Gray, and Erza fainted out of shock.

-Happy fainted out of coolness.

-And Lucy’s jaw hit the floor.

-Carla once again shook of her shock and helped the others reel it back in.

-The young boy’s name was Ame.

-Edo (_____) picked the boy out of edo Wendy’s arms and showed him to Gray. He started sobbing, he was so happy his brother in another world got a happy ending.

-Natsu and Erza also joined in on the crying.

-All of them started to gush over Ame and rather quickly noticed how his personality was a carbon copy of his Father.

não quero gastar meu tempo com essas bobeiras convencionais, o amor nunca me fez chegar aonde eu quero, eu preciso focar. mas eu queria ser seu foco, por alguns dias, ou meses... esquece, sem tempo pra isso. mas e se... e se você pudesse e quisesse ir tomar um café, qualquer dia, sei lá, eu pago. não. sem tempo. mas eu tô gastando tempo escrevendo sobre isso, é meio que hipocrisia, mas eu meio que queria que meu tempo fosse gasto com você

I have a suggestion for all writers reading this, please write more platonic fics, scenarios, hcs and e.t.c.

Sure I love romance but I also wanna read some wholesome platonic fics 😭🙏🏼

Anyways, love y'all 😉🫶🏼

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : edward midford, soma, platonic!joanne harcourt

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : you surprise your boyfriend with a smothering of kisses/platonic! you surprise your brother with a visit/hug

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : slightly suggestive obv minus joanne’s, mentions of anxiety

𝐚/𝐧 : love the phantom five boys! this idea is from @dior-luxury ‘s series with the twst characters. i highly recommend that you check it out! please enjoy. :)

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃

Hot. That was the only word to describe the temperatures of June 4th, 1889. The sun rays beaming brightly down on your skin for the past few hours left you lightheaded, the abundance of layers that built up your attire only causing you more distress. But, you still needed to achieve your goal for the day; surprising your beloved.

You were lucky his prefect was so understanding of your request to visit him before his match against the Sapphire Owl house, him taking it as you delivering a good luck charm to the lad. A good luck charm? One supposes it could be. An ambush? Most definitely.

A creak in the floorboards of the locker rooms echoed as you crouched behind a set of wooden lockers, your eyes trained on Edward as he walked all on his lonesome to grab a sweat rag from his locker. His eyes were trained on the path in front of him, a determined gleam radiating off of them as his steps thunked across the room. His heart was dead set on winning, wishing to make his sister as well as you proud. So, he would make sure to play at his top performance.

As your beloved remained deep in thought, rummaging through his belongings with haste, you stepped out from your hiding spot behind the lockers.

Without even giving the boy time to think, your hand quickly gripped onto his wrist, dragging him into the nearest storage closet.

Edward’s eyes widened with alarm, immediately finding it difficult to adjust to the darkness in the room. His hands felt around for something to hold onto, perhaps the door handle so he could make a hasty escape from his perpetrator. However, he was met with a soft texture. This was no type of wood, or cricket paddle, it was a cloth of high quality material. Soon after, the scent of something, more accurately, someone familiar met his nose.

“[Name]? What are you doing—“

You did not give him time to finish his sentence before you cupped his cheeks, placing an eager kiss on his lips.

It was no simple kiss; it contained the passion, adoration, and longing star-crossed lovers shared when finally meeting. Many months had passed since you had last seen your Edward in person, and letters simply were not enough to regale your adoration to him. The emotion within your shared embrace was telling of your yearning, and he could not help but be consumed by it.

Arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, his wide, emerald eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of you. “Bloody—“, he sputtered, before being silenced by another kiss.

Numerous kisses were then placed on Edward’s body; one on his nose, two on his cheeks flushed with red, then one on his neck. You did not want to stop; you were practically radiating with the tenderness and warmth you had missed giving your beloved. His flustered protests went ignored by you as you pressed more and more gentle, passionate kisses along his pale skin. A growing feeling in his stomach kept growing, like butterflies that would flutter in a garden. It made him feel like he was going to melt into a pile of mush simply from your affection.

Finally, one last kiss was placed upon his lips where your assault had begun. You then raised your hands to cup his cheeks once again, brushing away the blonde pieces of hair that framed his face. Soon enough, his hands raised to steady the gentle hold you had on him and his face lowered, allowing you to lean your forehead against his.

“This is highly inappropriate,” he mumbled, eyes intent on looking into yours despite the uneven beating of his heart.

You smiled cheekily, playfully pinching his cheek. “You seem to be enjoying it though, my knight.”

Edward released his hands from your grip, confidentially placing his hand in your own to lead you out of the darkened closet. The lad still had a game to win, after all. “How in the world did you even get back here?” He questioned as he guided you.

“I told your prefect that you’re my fiancé. He was more than willing to let me in.”

His eyes widened with fear, already sensing the onslaught of questions from his housemates. “WHAT—?” He nervously shouted, though it sounded more like the screech of a banshee.

You slyly smirked behind your gloved hand. “By the by, he expects an explanation as to why you did not tell him about me during the celebration later this evening.”

“You are bloody lucky that I’ve missed you.”

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀

Soma’s time spent at Weston College had been one of the best experiences of his life in England— an entertaining game of cricket, enjoying a large slice of chicken meat pie, and being able to celebrate his good friend's victory with a party created unforgettable memories. Unforgettable is more of an umbrella term for his feelings, even the more painful aspects of his adventures were precious to him; such as his yearning for you whilst apart.

Yearning is agonizing, yet it makes the heart grow fonder. The amount of love and sweetness that dripped into the ink he used to write his letters to you was immense, nearly overflowing. He spoke of his new friends, his studies, and his secret, not so secret, mission for the Earl Phantomhive; but every letter without fail contained heartfelt words of a longing to embrace you again. Tears were brought to your eyes each time you received a letter, knowing deep down that he had more than likely placed a kiss on the seal before sending it off. It made you feel as if you were a young child again, dreaming of an extravagant future where an unexpected suitor swept you off your feet.

Prince Soma of Bengal simply had that effect on you.

So, when you finally caught sight of him at the celebration, you quickly grabbed his forearm and dragged him away from the festivities. It only took Soma a moment to realize who exactly had whisked him away. “[Name], just the person I wanted to see! How are you, my-” he laughed as you abruptly pressed him against a tree, stealing a kiss as you did so.

Your attack did not simply stop there, no, it continued for what felt like hours. Kisses were placed on his cheeks, then his forehead, and then suddenly his lips again; all gaining a deeper, gentle passion as you entangled your fingers in his dark plum locks. All the while, his hair was spilling out from its low-pony and his boater hat was nearly completely off his head. He was practically melting from your touch, consumed by the gratification he felt after receiving the affection he had been craving from you.

“Whoa, feeling bold are we?” He whispered against your lips, grinning happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Now he was only encouraging your behavior. You pressed several more kisses onto his skin, scattering light kisses across his neck and along his long fingers. Finally, you placed your last kiss on his nose, gently holding one of his hands to cup your cheek. “Hello, my love.” you whispered, pressing deeper into your beloved's hand.

Soma returned the favor, pressing a quick peck on your temple. “Hi, sweets.”

Before he was able to pull back, you pressed closer to him, flushing your body against his. “I missed you.”

He was going to go crazy.

“I missed you more! It was so boring here without you. You know what’s amazing, I already learned all the subjects they teach here back at home in Bengal. I mean, you would be amazed by how easy it—” he whined before abruptly being interrupted by another onslaught of kisses.

Small chuckles came from the boy, slowly turning into full blown laughter. “Again? You flatter me, love!”

“Soma, stop giggling!” you groaned, pulling away from him.

He only giggled in response, pulling your waist closer so you couldn’t back away. “I can’t help it! Your kisses are so gentle that they tickle.”

A frown formed on your face as a heated staring contest was shared between you and the prince, neither winning nor losing in this particular debate. After all, he found you cute whether you were upset with him or not. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it!”

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𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓

Excitement. There was no better word to describe how the shy boy from Scarlet Fox house was feeling. Today was going to be wonderful; a face off between friends, high stakes, and a thrilling game of cricket were waiting for him in just a few hours. The most exciting event of all, however, was none of these. It was finally being able to see you, his sibling, after so many months.

How he’d missed you, it was odd waking up in the morning without you and your older sisters at the breakfast table. Though, his mornings still contained just the right amount of lively chatter. But of course, it has not been the same without you.

Being a sibling is a privilege, and having good-hearted ones was an even bigger privilege. He had heard and read stories about siblings who would back-stab, manipulate, and abandon their siblings; but he never quite understood why. He had been lucky enough to have been born and allowed to grow up with good people around him, people who had already experienced the harshness of the world yet remained kind. That trait became something he admired; something he wished to be. And he can only believe what the people around him say, that he’s as kind as a summer breeze.

But some part of him wonders, is that really true?

Truthfully, he feels selfish even for asking that you make an appearance at his first cricket game. Selfish for asking you to carve out part of your day for him, and even more so for requesting you specifically. He can not help but feel as though he is asking for so much, yet he knows deep down he is asking for so little. He knows you will show up, but a seedling of doubt makes him believe you won’t. Such are the troubles that come from his anxiety.

Finally, it is his turn to throw the ball. His confidence is at its high, yet it wanes as he catches a glimpse of the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes are searching, scanning for any familiar faces, until finally they land on your family. You are quick to notice his stares in your direction, waving eagerly at him as you released a loud cheer for his team. You came, you really came!

A relieved smile spreads across his face, now fully focused on this game. He was going to make you proud. Until, a painful stabbing feeling was felt coming from his stomach.

Terrible. He feels terrible, and so dreadfully embarrassed. After being hauled off the field by one of the housemasters, Joanne was placed onto a bed in the infirmary. And even worse than that, his whole team had been disqualified due to the majority of them getting food poisoning. It was unfortunate, the chicken meat pie had been quite delicious.

A sigh left his lips as he rested on the white sheeted bed, a silence soon following as he was left with only himself and his thoughts. The scene of him falling to the ground in pain kept replaying in his mind, making his fingers twitch with discomfort. He then began counting three objects in the room, then three sounds he recognized, then three body parts that he could move; a method of calming down he had learned from you. But, it wasn’t enough to make the thoughts and images leave his mind.

That was the curse that was his anxiety.

Suddenly, two knocks on the door drew his attention. Then, shortly after, the door creaked open, revealing you on the other side holding a glass of water. Closing the door behind you, you entered the room and approached the bed your brother laid on.

His eyes widened, quickly adjusting his body into a sitting position. “[Name]?”

You smiled fondly, taking a seat in the wooden chair next to him. “Of course it is.”

You carefully handed the glass of water to your brother, making sure he would not drop it. Soon, he began taking small sips of water, which quelled his thirst. “How are you feeling, Jo?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair.

For a moment, you thought you caught a flash of a frown on his face. His hands fidgeted with his cup before he placed it on the side table next to him. “A little better, though my first cricket game did not go exactly as I had hoped.” he chuckled, attempting to hide the truth of his feelings.

However, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You took a gentle grip of his hands, drawing his attention to something other than the memories of the last few hours. “It’s alright, dear. A little food poisoning might hurt you now, but I’m sure later you’ll laugh at the circumstance soon in the future.” you smiled.

It was such a simple yet true statement; that made it fact. The fact was he was going to enjoy a laugh about the incident with his new friends. The fact was he was going to forget the situation and remember it as a fond memory. The fact was he was going to be okay.

Joanne let it sit for a moment, took a deep breath in, and let it out. He let his body relax and focused on the good events that happened today. “I suppose you aren’t wrong. I still had a lot of fun playing against Phantomhive.” he muttered, a smile creeping up on his face.

“Is that the friend you wrote about in your letters?” Keeping his mind off the matter was a good thing, it kept him occupied. To your question, he gave you a single nod.

Your eyes widened for a moment, then you gave him a pat on the head. “I’m glad you’re making friends again.”

Joanne was a shy boy, not one to branch out or make himself known to the people around him. Him simply making the reach to make new friends was refreshing and exciting for him, it almost made you jealous.

Soon your arms wrapped around your brother, bringing him into a warm embrace. Feelings of longing and pride filled you, happy to be reunited with your dear brother once again. It nearly brought you to tears. “I’m so proud of you, Jo. You’ve grown so much, I almost fear I’m falling behind.” you whispered, adding a light chuckle towards the end of your words.

Joanne returned your hug, squeezing you tightly. He nuzzled into your shoulder, murmuring against your shoulder. “Don’t say that, [Name]. I think we’ve both changed in the months we’ve been apart, but I think our respect for each other hasn’t faltered a bit.”

Removing one of your hands from your embrace, you gently patted his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, truly.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

Though it was not said with words, both of your actions wrote words of thanks.

Thank you for being here for me.

Thank you for worrying about me.

And thank you for being kind to me.

After a few more moments of silence, you removed yourself from the hug. A light grip was then placed on your brother's shoulders, bringing his attention to you once again. “Would you like to come sit with me on the lawn to watch the last match tomorrow? Your friends can join us.” you insisted.

Joanne’s eyes widened with shock at your suggestion. “Is that truly alright?”

Another smile spread across your face upon seeing his change of heart. “As long as your school’s rules don’t hold a tradition stating you’re not allowed to sit with your family.”

Joanne returned your smile with his own grin. “Lawn it is, then!” he happily exclaimed.

@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

Beautiful Mind

After enduring constant torment from the other little kids, it seems as if the only one who can help her out of this hole is her younger sister.

pairing: Kiri x !Younger Sister! Reader

a/n: I could not bring myself to write more, and I'm so new to the Na’vi language, so excuse any mistakes!

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Soft moss padding her feet from the rough ground, the sobbing girl ran through the forest, not even bothering to turn around and see if anyone followed her out this deep into the wilderness. As she leaped over a rock, she timed the landing wrong and fell onto her knees, truly bringing her into a state of misery.

Why were they so cruel? Sure, she had an extra finger, and maybe her brothers were a bit foolish, but that didn’t mean she deserved to be treated any less. Shakily letting her shoulders fall up and down, she heaved out great sobs that could hide the sound of hesitant footsteps toward her.

crunch

Snapping her head back toward the noise, she quickly faced the ground once she realized it was simply her sister. Kiri had only been born a few weeks before the twins, but that didn’t stop the two from becoming close.

“Rä’ä ‘asap si! You ran off, and I wasn’t sure if you were okay.” She spoke with such sincerity that it just broke Kiri into a smile. Waving her over, she couldn’t help but enjoy the way her sister had been worried over her. Did this make her selfish?

“I’m alright, (y/n). I hate that you have to see me like this.” She sniffled. Wearing a sad smile, she tried to connect the dots on why and how her sister had come to this point, weeping with dirt-covered knees. Placing her hand over her sister’s, her words almost raised Kiri’s spirits entirely.

“Oeng lu tsmuke ulte tsmuke. Txo nga fpìl txokefyaw, nga lu keyawr. Set, Kempe len?”. As soon as those words were thrown out into the silence, despite the short sniffle now and then, Kiri felt her eyes well up with tears once more.

“What’s wrong with me, (y/n)? I try to stay out of the way, and I don’t bother anyone, but they still find a way to make me feel like nothing. Is there something missing in my mind?”. The wobble in her voice had been enough for her sister’s ears to tuck themselves down against her head as her lip quivered with the amount of heartbreak she held deep in her heart for her sister.

A beat passed, then two.

“I think you have the most beautiful mind, Kiri.”

If she had not been listening or had sniffled at that exact moment, she doubts she would have heard her. Daring to take a look at her, tears were already in her own eyes, with the saddest pout on her face. At once, she realized how much she hadn’t noticed how much love her family had held for her. At this moment, she knew her beautiful, sweet sister, had adored her.

Choking out a sob, Kiri left the ground and almost tackled the younger one into a hug. If this were any other day, Kiri would have probably nervously returned the hug with a scoff, but today was today, and Kiri was Kiri.

“If you ever feel like that ever again, please tell us! I hate to see you this way, RI. Our father is Toruk Maktoyu! If anyone messes with you, they will answer to him!” She let out a tiny smile along with a growl. Laughing softly at her antics, Kiri had decided that if someone were ever to make her sister cry, they would answer to her. With the Toruk Maktoyu or not.

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Do not be startled!

You and I are Sister and Sister. If you think otherwise, you are wrong. Now, what happened?

A Hiccup and Toothless edit/animatic with the song Weathervane by Hunter Metts?? Hello????

Absolutely fantastic

But I’m not skilled enough to make either so I have to SUFFER

If somebody ends up making one please please let me know :D

Alastor x modern day reader

summary: reader who has a phone and uses it. what Alastor is like if he knew someone who has a phone.

word count: 814

You decided to go the hotel for who knows what, weirdly you took attachment to Alastor. He took a while to get used to you on the other hand. He didn't understand why you were obsessed with that—box of noise and all that, of course he was playing dumb, he knows it's a phone.

you don't know why you were attached to him, maybe his style, how he acted, who knows really. He does know why he is interested in you though! He finds it interesting what people of todays time are like of course

he's met with other sinners of more recent times, but never had one at his disposal, right at the hotel. So he finds it fun to check in on you at times, aka coming up behind you randomly. He has asked about the phone you have, and you did explain a bit to him. Why people use them, what makes them so fun, how they work, all that jazz. He did ask if you could play jazz, but said it could never compare to real jazz on the radio.

Always just comes to check what you're doing on it, sometimes even stays in the room to read or do something else. Not if you're playing videos or music, because usually those are inappropriate and not his style at all. You try not to torture him too much.. try

If y'all are even more involved with one another, he starts to question about how much you're on that thing. He asked you one time and you had to check the settings, let's just say it's been more than you think. He kept asking you that, so now you just have it where you can see it easier on your home screen.

He sets a time limit for you, and you have to follow it. If you don't he will break your phone, he's done it to Angel before. You have a time limit of 5-6 hours a day, he would like it to be 4 but, you argued it wasn't enough and he accepted it. He often tells you to read a book.

it also cannot take up too much of your attention, if he's talking to you, he expects you to look at him, at least acknowledge him. probably the same reason he broke Angels phone if you don't he'll most likely just hit it out of your hands or, if he's feeling nice, call you out on it. Then maybe if you still don't listen he'll break it or something of the sorts.

He won't ever, ever, buy a phone or use one, or any technology. He will let you take photos he's in the background of, don't post them though. He's always static-y in them anyways, he can't allow himself to be seen like that, as if he wants to be. But that's only if you're really fond of him, and he finds you acceptable. He will not at all let people he doesn't like take any kind of photo of him. He also prefers those old cameras and stuff like that

He will not touch it at all with his hands or his own body. Do not even try to get him to, he's very persistent about it. But will always make sure the camera isn't facing toward him if possible, and for your safety, and the hotels, pointed away from everything/everyone. So put it in your pocket or something so nothing can be seen.

Often thinks that Vox is listening and can just come into the hotel out of your phone, using his magical teleporting powers (he didn't word it like that lmao) and reminds you of this fact, telling you about it, do you ever really listen? no, you still don't care.

He asked if you bought it from Vox (Voxtech) and if you've ever meant him. so basically he skeptical of Vox, and if Vox does ever try and do something like that, he'll just gloat to you about how he was right. That fuels his pride

To get this a bit straight, he's not scared of Vox. He just kinda thinks it's annoying, because if Vox does try and of something he'll have to deal with it. And while sometimes it can be quite fun to mess with him, other times he has work he needs to get done. If Vox does ever try something he'll be able to handle it

so inclusion, he's interested, entertained and skeptical of it a bit. If y'all are close he will make sure you're not always on the thing, and he will break it/get it out of your hands when needed; he isn't interested in doing anything with one of course, but he doesn't mind you using it. as long as he still gets the attention he wants. and also he thinks vox is annoying.

⟪First post!!!⟫ (kinda)

somehow I made this more about Vox then I was going to lmao, I still like it. also this seems like more then 814 words but whatever

I love having platonic chats in c.ai. I just made god kunigami my new guardian/parent, and made demon ness my best friend

Another Self-Indulgent addition to my series.

Tom and Matt are bonding!! What did Matt choose to have them do this week? Dance with him and his dance troupe?

Uh Oh....

Can you write a fluff peace about Ranpo and child Reader trying to play a prank on Fukuzawa. Fukuzawa notices what their doing but plays along anyway to see his kids laugh.

DOUBLE TROUBLE

fukuzawa & ranpo & reader | sfw

cw! child reader, gn! reader, all platonic relationships

thank you for the request. this is such a cute prompt

"Ranpo!"

You giggled as he put his index finger on his lips signaling you to be quiet. His lips formed into a big and cheeky smile.

Mischief was loud in his eyes as he grabbed your hand gently and pushed the door open to find Fukuzawa in his office.

Currently the vacant office of there's only consisted of you two and Fukuzawa.

"C'mon!"

With the soft click of the door Ranpo pulled you along. You laughed as he made you follow him. Both of you ultimately cracked up into giggles as you two went down the steps of the office.

Fukuzawa looked up from his desk and looked towards his desk. The door that was closed had those two kids he saved those many years ago.

They had something planned. A soft smile spread to his face hearing such giggles.

The exact plan you guys had was devious. While the president was out of the office, everyone else like the main detective was off on missions.

Unbeknownst to him, the other workers were onto it too, and they gladly participated. Light fun that no doubt would make even the stoic President crack a small smile.

"Grab the bubble wrap!" Ranpo opened the president's door to his office. A sublime office that was clean and honorable of a man like Fukuzawa.

The only way Fukuzawa had any idea was because of the hoarding of bubble wrap in your room. The man had been taking care of you for a time and it wasn't hard to find things you were trying to hide.

You hadn't been on the streets long enough to develop that skill.

Plus he heard you rambling about it to Yosano who came to visit.

"Got it!" You brought mountains of bubble wrap rolls which made Ranpo grin widely. He patted your head gently, "Good job!" You visibly brightened at the praise.

It was then that you guys got to work.

To the desk to the chair was covered in the stuff. As you did Ranpo gave you candy after candy. A rare chance any agency member; and you happened to be an exception.

Fukuzawa could hear the shuffling. The numerous interns and such watched with bated breath. They saw a soft yet faint smile on his face. Hearing you and Ranpo scurry about as you did your prank.

He heard the two of you stop moving at the sound of his feet stopping at the door. A chuckle was stuck in his throat as he imagined you and Ranpo standing there wide eyed.

When opening the door he found bubble wrap around the furniture in his office and no you or Ranpo in sight.

His eyes drifted to the desk where a chair was slightly more put than normal. His smile threatened to become bigger.

"Ranpo." His voice was deep with softness and familiarity. He heard a squeak and then a hush. He said your name gently and it wasn't hard to hear your voice hitch.

"Shhh!"

You giggled in response. Another hush was followed with, and then groaned from the younger man.

Fukuzawa pulled the chair out to find Ranpo against the wall of the desk and you pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around you and sharing that same childish look.

"Hi!" You giggled brightly. Fukuzawa mentally clutched his heart at your cuteness.

"President." Ranpo was pouting and it was just as cute. Fukuzawa might as well died right there.

"You got me. Very creative." He was a man of simple words. Fukuzawa was impressed even if he knew that they were up to something.

Ranpo whined, as he could see that the older man knew, but he remained smiling seeing you happily clap that he was surprised by your bubble wrapping prank.

Fukuzawa loved his kids. You two along with the rest of the agency were his kids.

He watched with a faint smile of you gleefully cheer with Ranpo who was albeit sulking under the surface that he figured it out.

Went over to a cute trans girls house, only for her to force me to wash her dishes

I playfully flirt with some of my friends constantly 😭😭😭

On a serious note, do any other aromantic people relate to wanting to platonically kiss a friend, like just on the cheek? I get that urge really often but don't want to come across as weirder than I already am. Platonic hugs just don't cut it half the time 😞

(I think I just want a queerplatonic relationship with another aromantic person but don't know how and at what age I can actually consider that)

Were any other aroaces/aros originally terrified of saying things like "i love you" to your friends because you really didnt want to come off as flirting or nah

So, instead of writing i colored a scene from the next part of my story. King of procrastination.

And here again without my terrible attempt at environmental lighting.

Whenever I hear this song, I think about these two OCs for criminal minds that I might write about.

Platonic head cannons for albedo and Klee because I just saw a genuine Klee x albedo 😭

He would 100% do Klees hair everyday you can’t tell me otherwise

He would make up excuses for Klee blowing stuff up saying it was his fault cuz he was doing an experiment

He gives head pats 😫

Klee would want to do albedos hair cuz it looks really soft and fluffy

She tries to make his hair like hers but fails as one ponytail has more hair than the other 😭

They make snowman families all over Dragonspine

Klee loves to have albedo teach her how to draw when in reality she just wants to spend more time with him ahshdhssbxb

She would 1000% help albedo with an experiment….especially if it involves bombs

i hold your head deep in my arms // dazai & ango sickfic drabble

originally posted on 7th jun 2024

warning for non-graphic vomiting

read on ao3! / 928 words

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dazai is sixteen, slumped over the toilet in the cramped bathroom of bar lupin. the light above his head flickers in a seemingly random way; combined with how much whiskey he had, it makes for an unsettling, almost ethereal experience.

his throat and nose burn. he’s barely eaten today, but his stomach is keen on removing every last drop of alcohol until he’s shivering and barely able to hold himself up.

his body crumples against the bathroom wall as if his head were a massive paperweight, barely having the sense to wipe his mouth with a clammy hand.

he thinks he’ll just fall asleep here. the poor soul tasked with closing the bar will find him eventually. kick him out. then he’ll stumble home, alone.

at first he thinks he’s hallucinating when a warm hand presses into his upper back, too drunk to tell left from right.

“are you done?” comes a quiet, hesitant voice. ango, dazai registers. ango has seen him like this before, only once or twice, though. he later explained that oda thought ango to be more of a comforting presence, so he’d always send ango to check on dazai instead.

dazai shrugs, unmoving. his eyes are shut, his breaths coming in soft pants.

ango frowns. he opens his mouth to say something else when, of course, dazai gags again. ango’s arm darts out to redirect dazai’s head back over to the toilet, the rest of his body soon following suit.

he throws up again. and again.

ango’s whole arm wraps around dazai’s smaller body, mostly to hold him upright, but also for an attempt at comfort. he doesn’t say anything. his own body is starting to droop sideways, as holding someone else up while tipsy is far from easy. ango only turns his head away and waits.

soon, there’s a break in the retching, and ango glances over again. he finds dazai trembling now, white-knuckling the edges of the toilet, saliva dripping from his lips. ango’s heart nearly stops.

he looks so tiny.

his hand moves on some instinct, brushing dazai’s dark, unkempt hair out of his face. he can’t read dazai’s expression thanks to the bandage over his eye, but he can guess at it.

and then dazai heaves again.

ango clicks his tongue, maneuvers himself so he can better hold dazai, then stops as he hears something else. a high-pitched, quiet sound that ango could have easily mistaken for a rat. his chest twists again.

dazai is only dry-heaving now, but he still looks to be in pain with every movement. his trembling is only worsening. then, just as ango brings a hand to his back, he hears dazai murmuring. “no more...”

ango had vowed to stay silent, not wanting to upset a drunk higher-up, but his mouth moves before his brain can catch up.

“it’s alright,” he mumbles. the hand on dazai’s back rubs in tiny circles. “you’re almost done.”

“it hurts...” dazai trails off into another weak gag. it sounds like he can’t get a deep breath in.

ango’s stomach drops as dazai progressively becomes more pathetic. he’s seen him be ill, but he’s also seen him laugh it off afterwards before promptly heading home for the night. ango didn’t even think dazai had it in him to be so… pitiful. his heart genuinely twists at the sight.

“i… i know it hurts.” a rather stupid thing to say, ango thinks, but whatever. “try and breathe for a moment.”

it takes him a few tries, but dazai slowly starts to calm down. he can hardly pull his head out of the toilet before immediately sagging against ango with his entire weight.

it’s warm. dazai can’t help but loosely wrap his arms around ango’s waist, burying his face into his chest.

oddly enough, ango had never really thought about dazai’s age too much. he was a mafia member and friends with oda somehow, and that’s what mattered to him. he didn’t need to know any more than that.

yet now, with slow arms coming to hold dazai’s shivering, thin, cold body, ango truly understands. this is a child.

“i’m here,” ango murmurs, holding dazai against him. he wants to warm him up at least a little bit before they leave.

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dazai’s memory of this is fuzzy in the first place, but he can really hardly remember what happened afterwards. he thinks ango took him home that night, unsatisfied with letting him wander back to his shipping container alone.

the one thing he does remember is how it felt to share a bed with ango. the way dazai curled up against ango’s chest, ango’s warm, soothing hand in his hair. how warm dazai felt.

now, dazai is twenty-two. his phone buzzes for the fifth time in ten minutes; he knows it’s kunikida. he’s late for work.

dazai pulls his head out of the toilet bowl, leaning back against the wall with shaky limbs. his stomach is screaming at him.

in his delirium, he mistakes atsushi’s number for kunikida’s and punches out a short message, then tosses his phone aside.

he can’t walk. he knows he’ll throw up again, so he might as well stay in the bathroom. it isn’t like he’s planning to do anything else today.

he blinks wearily, eyes heavy with exhaustion as he stares at the tile. and just as he shuts his eyes, he hears that low, gentle voice.

it’s alright.

dazai smiles a little. he grabs a towel from the floor, wraps himself in it and curls up on the tile. he’s warm from fever.

i’m here.

I am sad.

Not because something sad happened.

It's just... I really like platonic!chiscara, but you can find close to nothing of it. There should be a special tag for it.

I don't hate people who like romantic!chiscara, I just don't like those (cof cof horny) ones..

Anyhows, that's all. Sorry for rambling.

TWST characters as parents (Staff)

Crowley:

proud bird dad

literally he is so proud of anything you do and will share your achievements with the rest of the staff

he also has a box of things that you've completed/given to him

childhood artwork, cards you've made, old gifts you've given to him, your first assignment and test, and even some of your old stuffed animals from when you were a kid

he also has a thick photo album full of pictures of you growing up

the kind of parent who takes so many photos

he looks through that photo album a lot to look back on the precious memories

the box and the photo albums are protected using magic

he will cry is something happens to them

pretty sure he lives at the school so you grew up at NRC

you know the entire layout of the school, visited every dorm, and even met all the ghosts

the ghosts all love you

they watch over you when Crowley and the other staff are busy

naturally you become a student of NRC when you're old enough

and once again, Crowley is so proud of you at orientation

he's taking photos as you walk up to the magic mirror and get assigned a dorm

he's so happy no matter what dorm you end up in

and if you want to change dorms, say no more it's already done

he's a little bit protective

loves when you make friends

he already knows if they're generally good people because he has their student files

it's a bit different if you have a romantic relationship tho

he's scared and will look into your partner more

will express his worries, but not to you

the other staff members hear it

"my child is growing up too fast!"

if you get involved with any of the overblots he is terrified and hovers around you afterwards

other students have mixed feelings about you

some will want to be on your good side because you're close with the headmage

others will be cautious of you because they worry if they offend you then they'll get expelled

and some (Azul) may try to take advantage of you

he's also painfully supportive

if you play any sports at NRC he has set up a cheering squad for you and you alone

also probably going to ask you to help him with his work

"won't you help your dear loving and hardworking father?"

when breaks come up he will give you the choice to stay at NRC or go on vacation with him

even if you say no to going with him he will try to convince you

he calls it parent child bonding

while other students may say he's not a very good headmage, he thinks he's great

he doesn't mind what the other students say, but if you were to say it...

he may start to consider that he's not as good as he thinks

what would really make him realize they were right was if you somehow overblotted

if you did overblot, he's full on crying and heartbroken

of course he's going to save you from the overblot

but afterwards he's going to just hug you and cry

he can be a bit of an overbearing father at times, but it's because he loves you

Crewel:

a more strict but loving father

he absolutely loves raising you

he calls you his pup

unlike Crowley, he won't keep a million photos of you or collect your first assignments or anything

but he is proud of the things you do

if you present him with some art you made or something cool you did he will be proud

the type of dad to keep your art on the wall

he also will spoil you

like you won't even know how much he spoils you

you'll be happy just to get a new coat and it's actually one of the best brands that costs so much money

his motto is "Only the best for my little pup"

this motto perseveres throughout your life

when you attend NRC, he's super proud no matter what dorm you end up in

when you attend school is when the slightly more strict side of him shows itself

he wants you to pass all your classes and will help you study

you might not get many breaks until he's sure you understand the concept and know how to do it

of course he's not as strict with you as he is with other students

they might not even get breaks

he will push you to get good grades but he always knows when he starts to push too far and will stop himself

if he accidentally does push you to hard he will apologize and try to make it up to you

Crewel is a bit of a protective dad

he pays attention to what his students are like so when you mention your friends he already knows them

he doesn't mind as long as they're good people

if you're in a romantic relationship he's a bit more protective

remember that motto I mentioned earlier? yeah that comes into play here

he thinks you deserve the best and will not tolerate your partner giving you anything less

he can be very critical of your partner and you may have to tell him to back off

he may also give your partner more work in class than other students

Crewel likes to make sure that you're dressed well and will tidy up your appearance when he sees something out of place

Trein:

very loving father

he already has daughters so you aren't an only child

you know how he treats Lucius? you get similar treatment

he is a doting cat dad and a doting dad

he spends a lot of time with you and your siblings as you grow up

he never wants to miss any part of your life

also will hang your artwork on the wall

he'll even bring some to his classroom and hang them up there

he will go on and on about you to his students if they ask

some may do this to get out of doing classwork

they find out later that they still get the assignment but now they have no explanation of how to do it

he's very proud whenever you complete assignments or get good grades

and he's very proud when you finally get to go to NRC

he won't really mind whatever dorm you get into

but he will worry if it's Savanaclaw

students in that dorm are more prone to fights so he's worried

like Crewel, he's a bit of a protective dad

he will slightly judge your friend choice depending on who they are but won't interfere with anything

unless they get you in trouble, then he'll say something

if you're in a romantic relationship, he will silently judge them too

will also be more strict towards your partner in his class

he will not tolerate them slacking off in any way

well...he doesn't tolerate anyone slacking off in his class but even more so your partner

when you're in his class, he is much more relaxed with you

while he won't let you sleep you can still get away with spacing out or not paying attention

you also get Lucius' attention while you're in the class

most students find the cat annoying and Lucius will glare at them, but Lucius loves you!

he'll lay on your lap during class and purr very loudly

whoever sits next to you may be nervous not to disturb the cat

whenever Trein and Lucius get separated he gets really panicked

unless he knows Lucius is with you

you're the only one he trusts with Lucius

Lucius himself is protective of you

if anyone gets too close for the cat's liking, he may scratch them

while Trein is more passive aggressive with his protectiveness, Lucius is more outwardly disapproving

Vargas:

proud dad #4

he's unashamed to be your biggest fan

no matter what you're doing or where you go he's cheering you on

he probably has you playing at least one sport growing up

wants you to be super fit and active

and he'll also feed you all sorts of healthy foods

he wants to be your role model so bad

he just wants to hear you say even once "I want to be just like you Dad"

if he does hear it, he's fallen to his knees and overwhelmed with emotion

he won't cry, but he comes close

super proud when you become a student of NRC

he doesn't really mind what dorm you get in, but he secretly hopes it's Savanaclaw

Savanaclaw is the most athletic dorm

no matter what dorm you end up in, he is cheering as soon as the magic mirror says it

Crowley has to tell him to calm down

he's not a protective dad

he encourages you to make friends and doesn't mind them at all

he doesn't mind when you have a romantic partner either

in fact if you introduced them he would simply hug them and get straight to bonding

your father has now stolen your partner for bonding time

where did they go and how long will they be gone? nobody knows

when they do come back Vargas will say he's part of the family now

when you're in his class, he already expects you to participate and stay fit

so he's not as worried about you as he is for other students

if you play any sports in school, he is coming to all your games and cheering for you

he will be the cheerleader

he's over there with pom-poms and everything

Sam:

you are such a spoiled child

like really anything you want, you got it

and I do mean anything

he has connections so he can get ahold of anything

you are his special little imp

he treasures the little artwork you make as a kid

it's the one thing he won't sell

he often trains you on how to run the store

so even though you may be small, he may still have you work in the shop

he won't have you do anything too big of course

but little by little you learn more about how to work and run the shop and you get to bond with him too!

but people are more likely to come again and buy things when there's a cute child

so having you there is also a business strategy

he's such a fun dad tho

he loves to play with you a lot and will generally do anything you think is fun together

he's happy when you finally become a student at NRC and it doesn't bother him which dorm you end up in

though if he had to choose he would say Octavinelle because they got the business strategies

he's not a protective dad either

he encourages you to make all sorts of friends

he even encourages you to make friends on the other side but never specifies beyond that

he doesn't mind if you have a partner either

they shouldn't expect a discount unless they are really good to you

speaking of discounts

you don't have to pay for things while you're at the school

he gives them to you for free

but he will ask if you want to help him out at the shop sometime

some students may try to get close to you so they can get more discounts (Ruggie)

and some may try to get close to you so they can get some of those business connections (Azul)

Sam hopes that in the future, you may be able to take on ownership of the shop

it's been in the family for a long time so he hopes he can pass it on to you

you have a while before that tho

Just thinking about steddie+Chribin(Rossy) having platonic/romantic cuddle when they all sleep together🙏❤️

#platonicStobin

#PlatonicChriddie

poetry in motion ; dazai osamu

dazai osamu + gn! reader — a conversation by the sea. a morning of quiet contemplation.

author's note: was feeling mentally ill at 2am while listening to lana del rey unreleased and shat this out. can be read as both platonic and romantic! this is set between odasaku's death and dazai's departure from the mafia. i hope i portrayed pm dazai well enough. listen to some ocean sounds while reading for ambience. read on ao3 here. wc: 2930 words.

The foaming blue waves roll softly on the docks, the wooden boards of the pier damp and rotted over the years, silently standing against the ocean currents. The dock workers shuffle through the shipment yard in the early morning hours, sun risen but obscured by heavy clouds. The cold, salty breeze pricks the cheeks of the brunet, leaving a pink hue wherever they gently brush. He was here to watch the sunrise, took you with him, but the hours have already passed and he couldn't tell when the inky black of the night disappeared and was replaced by the greyish blues he sees now. It's always possible to miss things even when they are in your sight the whole time— everything slips past his fingers too easily.

You are still here beside him, wires tangled between the two of you, sharing earpieces; he's never been a fan of your tastes in music, but he's beginning to get used to it. The same way you've made your way into his life; unpredictable, unwelcome, yet needed. Puffs of fog hang around the two; winter's over, but it's still very much cold. Atleast, that's what he thought when he put his coat over your shoulders. It doesn't fit him, it doesn't fit you. Instead, it hangs off the edges of your shoulders like a heavy weight, meant for someone else to bear. Not him, not you.

The song repeats over and over, but he does not feel like clicking to the next one. The endless loop of songbirds, crashing waves, featherlight melodies; there is something comforting in familiarity. Even if it is merely temporary. The sky is empty and grey, so he naturally looks down below. The spot he chose for the two of you was perfect the night before, when everything shrouded in the cold blanket of the midnight hours, playing games and laughing about silly anecdotes to distract yourselves. Even as the both of you were covered in dried blood and sitting with trembling hands from the action of the evening before; it was absurd, but ignoring reality made everything a little bit easier, if only for the little pockets of time you both had. Anything that kept you both sane, wasn't it what you both wanted?

But now the night is gone and he can look at the drop down below, legs dangling off the edge; there's a vague feeling of disappointment somewhere under his skin. It's another day under the sun where nothing ever happens. The thrill of being on the edge of death will creep again at night, but daylight hours were largely sleepy affairs; everything that was worth happening only did once the sun went down. Atleast he has the solace of being around someone he actually likes the presence of. Your eyes flit over the scene down below. The shuffle of life looks distant from this height and when you strain your ears the garbled, vague voices of dockhands reaches your ears, but it's all so far away. There's always a quiet temptation that pulls on the mind; to leave this little bubble of fragile, short lived peace and join the waking world again, to cross this height and meet life where you can feel its signs. For there's no life in the dull chocolate brown gaze that you can feel affixed to the side of your face. Still, you like his company. He's easy to be around, even if he goes out of his way to be troublesome for certain people, like a specific ginger boy you're both familiar with. There is something deliberately performative about it, however; his dramatics are for his amusement, but there is a layer of irony so subtle in his excesses that sometimes, it feels like a mockery of something. Of what, you cannot tell. Your gaze doesn't meet his, mind consumed by the tides below, edged white with seafoam and painted a muted blue by the sky. It's not because you feel uncomfortable holding his gaze, like certain other people do—in truth you've always found something unique in it, because it's only natural that when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back. Right now, however, you felt like any eye contact could ruin this moment, and once that happens, you both will begin the same loop that has defined this life for the two of you.

You're tired by this point. He can tell how you yawn every few seconds, and he knows he's kept you here for too long, but he's not one to ever feel satisfied when it comes to things like this. "Tired?" He asks flicking open his box of cigarettes and handing you one. That might just make you more sleepy, but you didn't seem to care when you took out cigarette from the box and flipped open your lighter. The blue flame lit the stick in his mouth first, then yours, and was shut with a flick of your thumb. "Kinda. You know, maybe we shouldn't have stayed up playing games all night. I think I'm gonna pass out and I can't even sleep in today, man."

"Your fault for asking for rematches for six straight hours. Your win-lose ratio is hilarious."

"I am not a quitter."

"That's right, you're a loser instead. So much better!"

"Shut it, mummy boy." You scoff, tapping him lightly on his arm with the cigarette in retaliation. It doesn't connect, but he doesn't spare a second before gasping. Though, it wouldn't exactly be the first time either of you have tried putting out cigarettes on each other. As a joke, of course. Punchline unknown.

"That hurt!!"

"I didn't even touch you."

"It's the principle of it!" He complained, resting his chin on the heel of his bandaged wrist.

"You're ridiculous, I swear. Next time, I'm gonna win."

"Wanna bet on that?"

"…No."

"Thought so." He huffed, exhaling smoke.

Petty things like this mattered little to you anyway. Even during the mundane minutes where nothing seemed to happen, you never bothered to cure your boredom anywhere else. Even when it would be so easy to point out that you really had no one better to be with, he never taunted you with it. There had grown a silent understanding between the two of you that he'd rather keep it that way. It's not that you had very few friends from a lack of trying either, but friendships in the mafia were mostly superficial. After one point, you had begun to retreat into yourself, at the very least, emotionally. It was simply the nature of things. Even when you tried to reach out to someone else and connect, it felt wrong. There was something unfit and dishonest about it, like trying to find love in a brothel.

Still, for the better or worse, you both were close friends, whether you both said it out loud or not didn't matter because where he is, there's always you not too far away.

When the silence falls again, the acrid smoke curls around the both of you in silence, dissipating into the morning air as you both watch. Once the wind begins to pick up, Dazai adjusts the lapels of the coat draped on you a little. A mundane gesture, but you appreciated it. Still…button ups and bandages couldn't be enough. "Aren't you cold?" He responds with a noncommittal hum. "Kind of, but it feels good." The ocean draft was cold, but soft. A feathery touch.

However, you'd rather not risk him getting sick, even if he would love the excuse to skip out on work. You shift the coat so that it is draped upon the two of you, the black trenchcoat enveloping the two of you. It fit better this way, you think, the weight of it not as heavy when shared. Dazai, despite his earlier nonchalance, does take the lapel on his end and pull it tighter on his shoulder. His bandaged fingers no longer tremble as much, fiddling with the beaded bracelet on his wrist instead, and the crab charm hanging from it. It's silly, but it hasn't left his wrist in years. Or yours. Underneath bandages, shirt cuffs and heavy black coats, the weight of childhood presses down with a gentle reminder. Don't forget who you were.

After all, people don't simply become anew when they grow up; rather the years build upon them like successive shells. The way nacre builds around pearls. But it always seemed to you like your shell was never hard enough for this place; every day felt uncertain, like being thrown into the deep end of a pool for the first time. Then there were the times where you felt like you could almost forget all of that, the little pockets of normalcy within the chaos. Normalcy with him. It wasn't enough, but it was enough to remind you that sometimes, it was worth it to be alive. You were only afraid that one day, it will no longer be enough. That there would be a day when your soul will be steeped in the same loneliness as his, the same mafia black that painted his life in broad strokes.

Still, you had your solace in the fact that Dazai too, seemed to be changing, even if it was in a way that was subtle for most people. He didn't seem to throw himself into death's welcoming arms as often anymore, or with the same passion. Something had changed, but you couldn't tell what it was. You didn't know how to ask, but you already knew that he wasn't going to answer. There was no explanation for it. You just knew. Looking down at the ledge, legs hanging off it, you wonder if his attempts had any merit. That perhaps you were simply desperate for any reason to hold on when you should've just given up and let go.

The port town is a little more lively in the morning now and the sounds that characterize this life still ring in your ears, though it is distant. Painfully so. When you look down at the drop below, gaze over the wooden dock and the turbulent waves, there is a strange thought in your mind. A sort of distressing temptation, some sort of a call that makes you want to close the distance that separated you from the rest of humanity. It appears out of nowhere, but stays in the back of your mind. A siren call to the ground that you don't dare answer. You pull your legs up and rest them on the concrete, slightly away from the ledge. His eyes follow the movement, but he says nothing of it. There was no explanation for it. He just knew. He does the same, placing his legs on the ledge instead of letting them dangle, an arm around your shoulders. "Dazai, can I ask a question?" Your tone was softer, less aggressive than it was during your banter. "Yeah, what is it?"

You extinguish the lit cigarette on the concrete. "You ever get that weird feeling? A temptation to fall? Not wanting to, but the thought feels…"

"…Compelling, yeah. Why do you ask?"

"I don't really know. I don't think I want to die. Sometimes I'm not sure of that either."

Dazai hums, a noncommittal sound. You've been changing lately too, this he knows, but not yet enough to truly consider such a solution. He knew you, how you seemed to still have some sort of a hope for living; a meaning that seemed to be lost on both of you but very much there. He had thought that the nature of death and unbridled vice that gripped the mafia would be enough to give him a reason to live, but some days, he feels a sort of unfounded jealousy towards you. That though you seemed to not know your reasons, you never realized the futility of your existence. Not in the same way he did. In that sense, your presence here felt out of place, discordant; sometimes he thinks if he shouldn't have dragged you down with him.

Eurydice, after all, is not supposed to follow Orpheus to hell.

But this story is all upside down and inside out, wrong in its very nature; meant to evoke a certain disgust in whoever witnessed it.

Even God would turn away.

"It's just a thought. You don't want to die." Dazai remarks, uncharacteristically sincere for once.

He wonders, how long will you hold onto that dying light in your eyes?

"Yeah. I mean, I don't think I do. It's just… living is so exhausting."

"And it's so easy to die, isn't it?"

You nod quietly, but don't agree with him entirely. It is easy to die, especially in the mafia, but you won't willingly seek it. The permanence of death still terrifies you, and you're not that courageous. You don't want to face the devil you know. You'd rather sit here on the ledge with the one you do.

"Maybe. But sometimes it feels worth it to be alive. And I don't want to miss that."

"Even if it's tiring and meaningless?"

"… For now, yes."

The look in his eyes has changed, softened to one of resignation, and it scares you. Even when you are looking straight at him, you can glean nothing from his eyes. You could vaguely guess what a person usually thought of by their expression. But he was different, he always was different; the times when you could tell what he felt merely off a glance were gone a long time back.

"I guess we can't see eye to eye on it, then."

He wonders if there would ever be a day where you start seeing what he sees; if there would be a day you'd come home with your hopes crushed and he'd be able to say something stupid like, I told you so.

He didn't know if he wanted that day to come.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you observed his far off expression for a few more seconds, before looking away. The question that leaves your mouth feels jarring, without any proper forethought that can soften how rough it feels on the tongue. But it's not your fault there's only one thing you could think of at the moment.

"…Do you think people who can't understand each other can be friends?"

"Understanding or relating? They're different things."

That threw you in for another loop. The worst part was that you didn't even know. You know your friend's sorrows, you know the emptiness that runs through him more than anyone— yet you could never truly piece where it started and where it'd end, nor could you feel it in yourself. No matter how much you wished you could. "Either."

"I think… people should atleast be able to understand each other when they're friends, no? You can't really care about someone you know nothing about. Relating isn't that important, though."

"… Are we friends, then?"

The moment's silence is heavy between the two of you as Dazai thinks over your words. Were you his friend? Here, in the morning light, under the same coat, wearing matching crab bracelets? Maybe you are his friend, but he wonders if he knows what friends are even supposed to be like. You're not like Odasaku or even Chuuya, though with the latter he has a complicated relationship, yet could still call his friend sometimes. You two were close, but he was not blind to the very fundamental differences between the two of you. The chasm of hope that separated you. A space that'd only grow wider once he leaves, and he knows he has to. Still, for some reason he feels compelled to take your hand and hold it lightly in his. Are we friends, then?

"Yeah, I think we are." He answers, with a small smile on his face.

Ultimately, he didn't think any of it mattered. For the better or worse, after all, the both of you were together. Your faint, content smile at the confirmation makes him feel like it wasn't wrong to say it.

"Really? Well, that's good enough for me."

He had the urge to retort back with another quip, something that would derail the conversation and steer it back towards the usual banter; something familiar and easy between the two of you. However, this time, he doesn't follow through with it, instead stewing in the temporary discomfort that comes with sincerity. For once, he feels like being honest with you, even if it means not punctuating this heavy silence. Letting the sounds of the waves and the faint music in the shared earphones be the only voice in his ears. You seemed content with the same, still sitting by his side and sharing the coat, pinky fingers interlinked loosely.

Perhaps you did not need to understand his sorrow or feel it as your own, and he does not have to understand your exhaustion and hope for the future. Everyday is all anyone can ever have, and if these days were a little more bearable like this, there was no reason to deliberately cut this off. There is a passing thought; that perhaps in the coming days, when he finally decides to leave this teenage wasteland for good, he could take you with him. After all, where he was, you weren't too far away. If fallen angels exist, so do risen demons, and perhaps this time, Eurydice will make it back to the surface; for this story is all wrong, and that's alright.

Not a ship!!

See how happy Oda's birthday is?

Me: Oh my doomed robot relationship that has so much potential

?: Oh you talking about Jetfire and Starscream

Me: NOOOO I'M TALKING ABOUT METALHAWK. THERE COULD HAVE BEEN SOO MUCH YET IT ENDED TOO SOON. STARSCREAM COULD OF HAD A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON AND I NEED THEM TO HUG AND THEY DESERVE TO BE ALIVE TOGETHER. METALHAWK COULD "FIX" HIM. WHY STARSCREAM DO YOU KEEP FUCKING THINGS UP FOR YOURSELF HE WAS SO GOOD TO YOU?(I know not really fix him but I like how he definitely could make him see wrong in the way he thinks and does things)

My rare pair that is the only time I go out of my way to see it as a ship.

(At least it isn't as rare pair as that one person on here that's whirl x starscream respect the grind tho)