So I'm curious, what're your thoughts on fullmetal alchemist? Because I've been getting back into that lately, and it would honestly be perfect for the soldier au you have going on with TWST or maybe even the homunculus au. Idk that's assuming you've read/watched FMB in the first place. If you haven't, you really should! Some of the fans might not be the best, but like, I do think it deserves its number 1 spot for good reason. Just an idea.
I'm well aware of FMA's excellent reputation, but I unfortunately haven't gotten around to watching it yet. >A>
You make VERY good point about the TWST Aus, though, so I'll be keeping this in mind!! I'll likely either research the details/find someone to fill me in, or maaaaaybe finally watch/read some of it~
I had a fic planned for today and I wanted to add either Wriothesley or Neuvillette but I just canât think of anything for them.
Iâve been working on this thing for about a month or two in my spare time bc I have no energy to just do it in one day anymore.
so I thought Iâd ask - would you care if I posted it without them? I know theyâre relevant now so it might flop but I just canât think of anything.
Iâll do a part 2 of this if any of you like it (except for aya bc sheâs read it about 7 times) with them in it.
this has been eating me alive for a while now (;đŠčă đŠč) as someone who isnât rly a fan of name drops in x reader works BUT might need to use it soon i need ur input lol
cw/tw; overworked reader, cat-zuha (Kazuha is a cat boy) but other than that itâs pure fluff
word count; 900+
notes; enjoy this fic I wrote for both me and my friend who have been stressed for months about work. this is my third instalment of the cat boy series, so I hope you enjoy it <3
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Red, to most people, was a warning. A sign of danger, a symbol of fiery rage, the hue of freshly spilt blood.
To you, however, this colour was welcoming. An all encompassing warmth akin to the flames gentle flicker, the petals of a lover's prized flower and above all, the colour of passion. Or, perhaps more importantly, love.
It was just a coincidence this colour was the same shade of the eyes that were staring so intently into your own. Red, it is all you could see, as rubies glimmered in the afternoon sun.
Thereâs a soft smile on his lips, as there usually was whenever he was gazing at you, and the way his gentle purring was practically vibrating the table he was leaning against, you could tell he was rather content. At least that made one of you. You try to avert your gaze away from him, being he seems to tilt his head in whatever direction you look. When you let out a frustrated huff, he chuckles. The sound alone could almost melt away all your worries.
Almost.
âKazuhaâŠâ You sigh, exasperated, and in defeat. His ears flicker in response, humming inquisitively as he once again tilts his head to the side. So innocent looking⊠Yet he knew exactly what he was doing, and you couldnât help but pout at that thought. âIâm trying to work on something.â
âI can see that.â He responds with that soft voice of his.
You grumble something under your breath before you try to look back at your screen. So much to do, so little time, the stress was evident on your face the second your eyebrows started to furrow. A notification sounds more like a gunshot than a friendly reminder someone has sent you something. Again. You groan in annoyance as your head hits against the desk, slamming your forehead down afterwards. Once. Twice. You couldnât get to the third since a gentle hand stopped you from doing so.
âThatâs not going to helpâŠâ The white haired feline states before carefully moving your head upwards with both of his hands cupping around your cheeks. He sighs heavily when he sees the state youâve gotten yourself into. Unshed tears glisten in your eyes like fragile crystals, framed by dark, smudged shadows that decorated the rim of your eyes. How long has it been since youâve slept? His thumbs run across the skin underneath, as if he could try to blend the unsightly colour back into your skin. âOh, doveâŠâ It's his turn to sound exasperated now.
âI know, I know-â You try to say, but you stop from the stern look on his face. He looks like a disappointed mother. âJust let me finish this and/â When you flinch again from the chime of another notification, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He carefully closes the lid of your laptop with his fluffy tail, not taking his eyes off you. âHey-â
âYouâve been neglecting me, you know?â Thereâs a teasing note in his voice, and his expression is not one of anger, or hurt. It was more of a concerned look, if you had to name it anything. âAnd yourselfâŠâ Once again, his thumbs glide across underneath your eyes.
âIâŠâ You have no words for him, but thereâs no need for them. He just lets out another soft chuckle as he takes one of your hands in his own.
âCome on. I think weâve both earned a little cat nap, no?â And suddenly, heâs pulled you up to your feet, leading you over to the hammock in front of a large window, where the warmth of the sun holds the bodies in front of its glow, like a blanket wrapped snug around a sick child. Itâs the place he usually resides in when heâs left to his own devices, preferring being in front of the ethereal light instead of curled up alone in an empty bed. Youâve never been on it before.
âAre you sure thatâs going to-â
âJust trust meâŠâ The cat purrs as he lays back against the swinging cloth, pulling you straight into his arms before you even had a chance to resist. You squirm around as you grumble about how much you need to do, how you canât just take a break, but he silences you as his tail wraps you up tight in his embrace. And suddenly you realise as your body melds into his own, that maybe this was exactly what you needed.
âThere⊠See?â Kazuha sighs as he gently rubs his head against your own, his ears brushing up against your cheek. âIsnât this nice?â Heâs purring again, you notice, his entire body radiating happiness. And you had to admit, despite all the piling deadlines and the constant stacking of more, this was indeed âniceâ. Although, you would use a stronger word for the way you were feeling right now.
âYeahâŠâ You agree as you shift yourself in a more comfortable position, as his arms circle around your tired frame, holding you close - /so/ close. With your touch as gentle as the one cradling you, you reach upwards towards his head and give him a few pets, which only accentuated his bliss in your arms. He hums happily as he lets his own eyes shut, enjoying the time together, a time he would never forget.
Kazuha takes many naps, but none were more satisfying than having his human beside him. Both his sleep and yours had never been more peaceful.
A quiet moment of tranquillity, bathed in melted gold.
I honestly prefer a nickname instead that describes like "The prefect," "The Traveler," "Attorney," etc. Because it leaves a lot more to interpretation. Using a stock name or OC name makes it feel more like an OC-insert pretending to be a reader insert. Which is totally fine. Don't get me wrong, I'm just not a fan of it, and I feel like titles work best.
The ink was flowing faster than your hand could keep up with, rushed words almost looking illegible. Thankfully, this was just the fifth draft (or was it then sixth?) so there was no need to worry, you could rewrite it tomorrow. Over and over again, meticulously, until everything was perfect.
A sharp, hushed call of your name nearly made you jump out of your skin, the pen in your head slipping through your shaky fingers.
âItâs the middle of the night! What are you still doing up?â
Hesitantly, you shifted your gaze towards the shuffling footsteps, watching the doorway until a pair of familiar ears popped up. You sighed in brief relief, but the moment didnât last long. The last person that you wanted to catch you in the act was Tighnari.
âUmâŠâ You began, shrinking in your seat when he stood in front of you. âNothing?â
The fox raised one of his eyebrows, glancing up and down at you before folding his arms over his chest, one of his ears beginning to twitch from annoyance. âNothing?â He parroted, snatching the poorly concealed paper on the desk before you could even realise that heâd noticed it. Your raised hand fell pathetically by your side, head lowering when you heard the tell tale heavy sigh coming from your friend - a sign you were about to be in for the lecture of a lifetime. You could already see him pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
â⊠When is your paper due?â
âTwo daysâŠâ
âHow many drafts?â
â⊠Five?â You questioned yourself, raising your hand to scratch at your neck nervously. âMaybe sixâŠ?â
âSix drafts?! How long have you been writing?â
â⊠All day?â You had the nerve to look sheepish under his glare, both of his ears giving a particularly aggressive flick before he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from your desk.
âWh- Tighnari!â You squeaked, but the man in question continued to stomp over to where your bed was.
âIf I have to sit with you until you fall asleep, then I will, but donât even think about touching a piece of paper until you get some sleep.â
âBut-â
âAh, ah, ah- rest.â And with that, your companion shoved you on top of your bed, the impact making you bounce a little. You didnât have time to complain however, since you were quickly swaddled in a comfortable blanket, with Tighnari snuggled up against your side.
â⊠And how would you know what Iâm thinking about?â You grumbled, resting your head against his shoulder, already beginning to feel your heavy eyes slipping shut without your permission.
âI hear everything. That includes your thoughtsâŠâ The fox mumbled, his voice slurring just slightly. Was he just as tired as you? You hummed quietly in reply, moving in closer towards the warmth of his body. His large, fluffy tail curled around you as his lips pressed gently against your nose. âSleep well, dearestâŠâ
Cyno
Both of you released a collective sigh, the tension from your bodies finally beginning to dissipate. You sank into the tree you were leaning against - if you closed your eyes and concentrated, maybe you would become one with it. You wouldnât mind that, honestly. Being a lonesome little tree in the middle of the desert, gently swaying in the calm breeze that swept across the land in the dead of night. At least you would never have to move again.
You only opened your eyes when you heard a quiet grunt beside you, and a weight against your shoulder.
âThe camp and fire are set up, you can rest now.â The general spoke, his gaze on the growing flame in front of the two of you, his own eyes looking as if they had been set ablaze.
âThank you, CynoâŠâ You sighed softly, leaning against him further. He hummed quietly in response, his head beginning to tilt to lean against yours. A moment of tranquil peace. That was until you moved to get closer to your partner, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat. The both of you sat up, the protector's eyes immediately going to the bloodstain on your sleeve. You had told him that it was just a scratch, but he had suspected it was more than that.
âLet me have a look.â
âNo, itâs fine-â
âYouâre hurt. Stop being stubborn.â His tone left no room for arguments, so reluctantly, you let him pull up your sleeve.
You winced at the sight of your inflamed skin, turning your head away from your lover's disapproving gaze. His fingers gently grazed against it, flinching back when you let out a quiet groan of pain.
âWeâre going to need to patch it up.â You were afraid of that.
âWe donât have enough supplies, this isnât serious enough to use them. What if you get hurt?â You tried to get your point across, but he had already made his way to the nearby tent to grab a first aid kit, one of the only ones you had brought with you - mainly because your partner has a tendency to not need treatment, even if he was injured. It was both inspiring and concerning how he could brush off being hurt the way he did sometimes. You, on the other handâŠ
âThis might stingâŠâ
âAre you sure this is necessaryâŠ?â You asked quietly, trying your best not to move when he grabbed your arm to steady it. He nodded once, hovering over your wound with the cleaning materials.
âMaybe thereâs another wayâŠâ
The white haired man raised his head, looking directly into your eyes.
âIf you have any other suggestions, Iâm all ears.â The two of you stared each other down in the silence that followed his words, before your eyes trailed up to the large set of ears on his headset. You snorted quietly, laughing softly. While you were distracted by the awful joke he had just told and with practised ease, he quickly cleaned up your arm, wrapping it up efficiently before you even realised what he had just done.
âThereâŠâ Softly, he placed a sweet kiss on your bandaged forearm. âAll betterâŠâ
Scaramouche
His back was turned to you when you came into the bedroom, but you were sure he wasnât asleep. It was nights like these that the facade dropped, the mask shattering when it hit the ground, hard. When there was no Balladeer, no Scaramouche, no harbinger - all there was, was a hollow puppet. He had a name, once, but it was so far in his memories that he couldnât even remember it. Where were the ones who knew his name, anyway? Surrounded by darkness, he couldnât recall the light, or it's comforting warmth. Not when the room was dark and the bed was empty.
âScaraâŠ?â You whispered, shuffling closer to the lump underneath the covers. He didnât even stir. You wouldâve assumed that he was asleep, if it werenât for the fact that when you got closer, you could see his vibrant eyes were wide open. A quiet sigh slipped out from your lips, crawling into the covers and wrapping your arms around him from behind. Only then did he glance back at you, his hand resting on one of yours instinctively. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment, revelling in the comfort from such a simple gesture. Until you spoke.
âNightmare again?â
He nodded his head slowly, squeezing your hand lightly. You knew he never spoke about the things that plagued his mind, memories lodged so deep in his head that he couldnât escape them, no matter how hard he tried. Talking would only make them more prominent, so you never tried to make him speak about it. You would be there if he decided to, but only on his terms - you werenât going to force it.
âIs there anything I can do to help?â The answer to that question would usually be left unsaid, but in the quietness, you hear a hushed whisper.
âLove me.â
âI love you.â There was no hesitance, you would tell him over and over again, until all he could remember was the sound of your voice. He turned around in your arms, his own circling around your waist, pulling you in closer.
âAgain.â He whispered, and you obliged.
âI love you.â His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to grasp at whatever he could. Desperate, hopeful hands, clinging onto you for dear life, kissing you as if you were the very air he breathed. Addiction to the sweetest relief - your kisses, your touch, you.
âI love you.â This time it was his voice, his words verberating against the plush of your lips, the sound so soft only you could hear his declaration of his undying adoration.
âI love you.â
Kazuha
Content fingers ran through fine, silvery strands of hair, twirling the edges around their fingertips. the reciprocant of the motion letting out a deep sigh. Smiling, you continued, watching as your partner closed his eyes in satisfaction.
âFeel nice?â
âMhm⊠Very.â The ronin chuckled quietly, leaning into your touch.
If you were told a year earlier that you would have Kaedehara Kazuhaâs head in your lap after the long day the two of you had spent together, you wouldnât have believed it. This wandering maple leaf, drifting in the wind, finally decided to land on the ground - for you? Impossible.
But here you were, playing with your belovedâs hair, a fantasy you had craved from the moment your feelings started to blossom for him. Or if you were to go further, the moment those crimson eyes locked with yours.
You remembered the exact moment you fell for him. Out on the deck of the crux, the vision of him looking out towards the horizon with the wind blowing through his hair, that soft smile on his lips. How could you not fall for such a charming sight? Especially when he turned towards you, and that smile only widened. His hand outstretched to you, and without hesitation, you took it within your own. You knew that you could trust him to guide you someplace else, someplace better. You would follow him, no matter where he went. Your home was with Kazuha, and his home was with you. No place, location or city could compare.
âDonât fall asleep on me, Zuzu.â You giggled, noticing how his breathing had started to soften and even out. His lips quirked up slightly, opening his eyes halfway to gaze up at you, chuckling once more.
âWhy would that be a problem? I think this is the perfect place to fall asleep.â He chuckled once again, before continuing quietly. âItâs quiet, peaceful, and Iâm with you. I canât imagine anywhere else where I could rest. I donât think it gets better than this. â His own little piece of heaven.
âYou do have a pointâŠâ You whispered softly, leaning down slowly towards his face, admiring his mesmerising features. Your partner's eyes opened wider, your only warning for what he was about to do. To say you were surprised when he suddenly sat up and captured a kiss from you was an understatement.
cw/tw; burn out, vent post, hurt/comfort, scara is a little teasing but heâs nice I promise
word count; 1.1k
notes; this oneâs been in the drafts for a while and I had to post it so it would stop haunting my wips. itâs very personal tbh, and kind of explains why I took such a long break. thank you to venven for helping with the title and reading this over <33 please enjoy (read more function just isnât working so Iâm sorry </3)
Please reblog if you like this!!
âI want to give up.â
The paper underneath you is blank, much like your mind. The clock ticks, mocking you with its monotonous sound that permeates the otherwise silent room. Your eyes are glazed over. This felt like hell.
The pen slips from your hand and you let it fall to the ground, watching as it rolls away on the floor. You wanted to scream. The deadline was tonight, and you hadnât written a single thing.
This is supposed to be what youâre good at.
The only thing you could even call a talent was the way you could weave sentences together to create something beautiful, something wonderful - something better.
Your hand closes harshly around the neatly written words, destroying what little you had and throwing it across the room. It was hopeless. Nothing you made felt right anymore. Nothing was up to your standards. You just wanted to stop.
Thereâs no point to any of this.
Quietly, you stand, and leave.
The fresh air does little to quell your nerves and worries, your doubts still weighing heavy on your fragile shoulders. If anything, the serenity of your surroundings only makes you sink further into your thoughts, doing very little to distract you from your own self-inflicted demise.
Lightly, you drag your finger over the surface of the waterbank you were sitting by. When the calming ripples finally cease, your empty stare focuses on the now clear reflection in the water, only to see a pair of violet eyes staring back from behind.
âFrowning like that isnât a good look, you know.â The man behind you drawled, folding his arms over his chest. You werenât in the mood for his teasing, the look of mild shock on your face replaced with a sharp glare at the warbled figure in the river.
âPlease just go away if you have nothing better to say. I donât want to hear it right now.â Usually, the back and forth between you was playful, very rarely stepping over the line - you knew deep down he wouldnât ever hurt you, not on purpose. That thought was solidified when his smug smirk changed to a frown of his own, his entire demeanour changing.
He turned away.
A shaky sigh left your lips, hugging your knees tight to your chest to try to soothe the sudden sharp pain stabbing your chest.
Oh.
He really didnât have anything to say, huh? Well, whatever. Itâs not like you cared, anyway. Itâs not like he did, eitherâŠ
The young man seated beside you cleared his throat quietly, your breath stilling at the sound. Oh.
âTalk to me.â His words were blunt, but the softness in his voice was undeniable.
You heave a heavy sigh. Where do you even start? And how do you even describe this to him - how do you put this sensation into words? Arenât you supposed to be good at that? Or, you suppose, werenât you? What kind of pathetic excuse of a human were you, when you couldnât do a single thing right? And when you finally, finally could, it was never enough. Someone was always going to be better. SoâŠ
âWhatâs the point anymoreâŠâ
From the sound of your voice breaking, to the way your fists were clenching the grass underneath you so tightly your knuckles had become white, distressed was a term that was an understatement for what the wanderer beside you was seeing. Still, he said nothing, his reflection in the river blurry both by the unsteady water and your forming tears. âI used to be so good at things. People used to really care about what I had to say. Me! Can you believe that?â A shaky laugh left your lips. âNow, I⊠The art that Iâm so familiar with - It feels like Iâm a stranger in my own home. It doesnât feel so welcoming and warm. Feels empty, and suffocating. And if I donât belong at homeâŠâ Where do I belong?
You sniffle quietly, rubbing roughly at your wet eyes. âSorry..â
Still, heâs quiet. Strange. He usually never shuts up. And now all you want is for him to spew an insult at you, or tell you to get over it and stop being pathetic. Or just⊠Something. Anything. When the silence finally started to become too much, he opened his mouth.
âThis isnât what I expected from you.â At least heâs being honest, you supposed. That thought alone made you scoff quietly to yourself. âThen again⊠You never are what I expect out of humans. Weak, selfish, cruel⊠No. Youâre different.â The puppet chuckles. âStill annoying, though.â
Lightly, you shove his shoulder. âNot funny.â You lie, finally smiling. He considers this a small victory.
âYou remind me of the handful of good humans Iâve met in my lifetime. They all had one thing in common.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âThey were completely unique. Had their own way of doing things, and did it in a way no one expected. From the overly kind to the too smart for their own good, each of them excelled in whatever they did. And every single time, they doubted themselves, over and over. Iâve never understood it.â The mechanical life form shakes his head. âAlways asking if they came off a certain way, or if what they did was good enough. It was always more than enough. But is it even important?â
âWhat?â
The uncrowned god turns to look at you. âWhy does it matter if itâs enough for someone else? Arenât you doing it for yourself, anyway?â
âIâŠâ Youâre at a loss for words.
âBeing enough shouldnât even come to mind. Why do the opinions of others matter so much? You know that deep down, youâre better than what you think. And if no one recognises that, itâs their loss.â A cold hand is set on top of your own, the weight comforting, grounding. âYouâre enough for me, if it truly matters to you. But really, it shouldnât. Do it for yourself, and if you enjoy it, if you like it, then it shouldnât matter what anyone else thinks.â
For once, you have no comeback, especially when his fingers tighten around yours. Thereâs nothing more to say to that, other than, âYouâre right. Thank you.â All you receive is a nod, and a gentle squeeze. âYouâre nice when you want to be, you know?â
The one of many names scoffs. âHah. Nice? I was simply just pointing out the obvious. Donât think anything of it.â That makes you smile. Heâs won the battle against yourself for now.
And so, troubled minds quieten and the riverbank stills once more. All is tranquil again. Until the next time. But if he is here with you, guiding you through these harsh storms and steering you away from the strikes of self doubt, maybe it wouldnât be so bad. The two of you stay there until sunrise, the silence that was once crushing now a blanket of comfort, warm and loving. The ink-stained sky blends with the bright, golden light of the dawn - the world is bright again.
Hand in hand, youâre ready to face this new day.
cw/tw; burn out, vent post, hurt/comfort, scara is a little teasing but heâs nice I promise
word count; 1.1k
notes; this oneâs been in the drafts for a while and I had to post it so it would stop haunting my wips. itâs very personal tbh, and kind of explains why I took such a long break. thank you to venven for helping with the title and reading this over <33 please enjoy
Please reblog if you like this!!
âI want to give up.â
The paper underneath you is blank, much like your mind. The clock ticks, mocking you with its monotonous sound that permeates the otherwise silent room. Your eyes are glazed over. This felt like hell.
The pen slips from your hand and you let it fall to the ground, watching as it rolls away on the floor. You wanted to scream. The deadline was tonight, and you hadnât written a single thing.
This is supposed to be what youâre good at.
The only thing you could even call a talent was the way you could weave sentences together to create something beautiful, something wonderful - something better.
Your hand closes harshly around the neatly written words, destroying what little you had and throwing it across the room. It was hopeless. Nothing you made felt right anymore. Nothing was up to your standards. You just wanted to stop.
Thereâs no point to any of this.
Quietly, you stand, and leave.
The fresh air does little to quell your nerves and worries, your doubts still weighing heavy on your fragile shoulders. If anything, the serenity of your surroundings only makes you sink further into your thoughts, doing very little to distract you from your own self-inflicted demise.
Lightly, you drag your finger over the surface of the waterbank you were sitting by. When the calming ripples finally cease, your empty stare focuses on the now clear reflection in the water, only to see a pair of violet eyes staring back from behind.
âFrowning like that isnât a good look, you know.â The man behind you drawled, folding his arms over his chest. You werenât in the mood for his teasing, the look of mild shock on your face replaced with a sharp glare at the warbled figure in the river.
âPlease just go away if you have nothing better to say. I donât want to hear it right now.â Usually, the back and forth between you was playful, very rarely stepping over the line - you knew deep down he wouldnât ever hurt you, not on purpose. That thought was solidified when his smug smirk changed to a frown of his own, his entire demeanour changing.
He turned away.
A shaky sigh left your lips, hugging your knees tight to your chest to try to soothe the sudden sharp pain stabbing your chest.
Oh.
He really didnât have anything to say, huh? Well, whatever. Itâs not like you cared, anyway. Itâs not like he did, eitherâŠ
The young man seated beside you cleared his throat quietly, your breath stilling at the sound. Oh.
âTalk to me.â His words were blunt, but the softness in his voice was undeniable.
You heave a heavy sigh. Where do you even start? And how do you even describe this to him - how do you put this sensation into words? Arenât you supposed to be good at that? Or, you suppose, werenât you? What kind of pathetic excuse of a human were you, when you couldnât do a single thing right? And when you finally, finally could, it was never enough. Someone was always going to be better. SoâŠ
âWhatâs the point anymoreâŠâ
From the sound of your voice breaking, to the way your fists were clenching the grass underneath you so tightly your knuckles had become white, distressed was a term that was an understatement for what the wanderer beside you was seeing. Still, he said nothing, his reflection in the river blurry both by the unsteady water and your forming tears. âI used to be so good at things. People used to really care about what I had to say. Me! Can you believe that?â A shaky laugh left your lips. âNow, I⊠The art that Iâm so familiar with - It feels like Iâm a stranger in my own home. It doesnât feel so welcoming and warm. Feels empty, and suffocating. And if I donât belong at homeâŠâ Where do I belong?
You sniffle quietly, rubbing roughly at your wet eyes. âSorry..â
Still, heâs quiet. Strange. He usually never shuts up. And now all you want is for him to spew an insult at you, or tell you to get over it and stop being pathetic. Or just⊠Something. Anything. When the silence finally started to become too much, he opened his mouth.
âThis isnât what I expected from you.â At least heâs being honest, you supposed. That thought alone made you scoff quietly to yourself. âThen again⊠You never are what I expect out of humans. Weak, selfish, cruel⊠No. Youâre different.â The puppet chuckles. âStill annoying, though.â
Lightly, you shove his shoulder. âNot funny.â You lie, finally smiling. He considers this a small victory.
âYou remind me of the handful of good humans Iâve met in my lifetime. They all had one thing in common.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âThey were completely unique. Had their own way of doing things, and did it in a way no one expected. From the overly kind to the too smart for their own good, each of them excelled in whatever they did. And every single time, they doubted themselves, over and over. Iâve never understood it.â The mechanical life form shakes his head. âAlways asking if they came off a certain way, or if what they did was good enough. It was always more than enough. But is it even important?â
âWhat?â
The uncrowned god turns to look at you. âWhy does it matter if itâs enough for someone else? Arenât you doing it for yourself, anyway?â
âIâŠâ Youâre at a loss for words.
âBeing enough shouldnât even come to mind. Why do the opinions of others matter so much? You know that deep down, youâre better than what you think. And if no one recognises that, itâs their loss.â A cold hand is set on top of your own, the weight comforting, grounding. âYouâre enough for me, if it truly matters to you. But really, it shouldnât. Do it for yourself, and if you enjoy it, if you like it, then it shouldnât matter what anyone else thinks.â
For once, you have no comeback, especially when his fingers tighten around yours. Thereâs nothing more to say to that, other than, âYouâre right. Thank you.â All you receive is a nod, and a gentle squeeze. âYouâre nice when you want to be, you know?â
The one of many names scoffs. âHah. Nice? I was simply just pointing out the obvious. Donât think anything of it.â That makes you smile. Heâs won the battle against yourself for now.
And so, trouble minds quieten and the riverbank stills once more. All is tranquil again. Until the next time. But if he is here with you, guiding you through these harsh storms and steering you away from the strikes of self doubt, maybe it wouldnât be so bad. The two of you stay there until sunrise, the silence that was once crushing now a blanket of comfort, warm and loving. The ink-stained sky blends with the bright, golden light of the dawn - the world is bright again.
Hand in hand, youâre ready to face this new day.
cw/tw; talks of burn out, vent piece, nothing too bad though, just talks of self doubt, hurt/comfort, scara is a little teasing but heâs nice in this I promise
word count; 1.1k
notes; this oneâs been in the drafts for a while and I had to post it so it would stop haunting my wips. itâs very personal tbh, and kind of explains why I took such a long break. thank you to venven for helping with the title and reading this over <33 please enjoy
Please reblog if you like this!!
âI want to give up.â
The paper underneath you is blank, much like your mind. The clock ticks, mocking you with its monotonous sound that permeates the otherwise silent room. Your eyes are glazed over. This felt like hell.
The pen slips from your hand and you let it fall to the ground, watching as it rolls away on the floor. You wanted to scream. The deadline was tonight, and you hadnât written a single thing.
This is supposed to be what youâre good at.
The only thing you could even call a talent was the way you could weave sentences together to create something beautiful, something wonderful - something better.
Your hand closes harshly around the neatly written words, destroying what little you had and throwing it across the room. It was hopeless. Nothing you made felt right anymore. Nothing was up to your standards. You just wanted to stop.
Thereâs no point to any of this.
Quietly, you stand, and leave.
The fresh air does little to quell your nerves and worries, your doubts still weighing heavy on your fragile shoulders. If anything, the serenity of your surroundings only makes you sink further into your thoughts, doing very little to distract you from your own self-inflicted demise.
Lightly, you drag your finger over the surface of the waterbank you were sitting by. When the calming ripples finally cease, your empty stare focuses on the now clear reflection in the water, only to see a pair of violet eyes staring back from behind.
âFrowning like that isnât a good look, you know.â The man behind you drawled, folding his arms over his chest. You werenât in the mood for his teasing, the look of mild shock on your face replaced with a sharp glare at the warbled figure in the river.
âPlease just go away if you have nothing better to say. I donât want to hear it right now.â Usually, the back and forth between you was playful, very rarely stepping over the line - you knew deep down he wouldnât ever hurt you, not on purpose. That thought was solidified when his smug smirk changed to a frown of his own, his entire demeanour changing.
He turned away.
A shaky sigh left your lips, hugging your knees tight to your chest to try to soothe the sudden sharp pain stabbing your chest.
Oh.
He really didnât have anything to say, huh? Well, whatever. Itâs not like you cared, anyway. Itâs not like he did, eitherâŠ
The young man seated beside you cleared his throat quietly, your breath stilling at the sound.
Oh.
âTalk to me.â His words were blunt, but the softness in his voice was undeniable.
You heave a heavy sigh. Where do you even start? And how do you even describe this to him - how do you put this sensation into words? Arenât you supposed to be good at that? Or, you suppose, werenât you? What kind of pathetic excuse of a human were you, when you couldnât do a single thing right? And when you finally, finally could, it was never enough. Someone was always going to be better. SoâŠ
âWhatâs the point anymoreâŠâ
From the sound of your voice breaking, to the way your fists were clenching the grass underneath you so tightly your knuckles had become white, distressed was a term that was an understatement for what the wanderer beside you was seeing. Still, he said nothing, his reflection in the river blurry both by the unsteady water and your forming tears. âI used to be so good at things. People used to really care about what I had to say. Me! Can you believe that?â A shaky laugh left your lips. âNow, I⊠The art that Iâm so familiar with - It feels like Iâm a stranger in my own home. It doesnât feel so welcoming and warm. Feels empty, and suffocating. And if I donât belong at homeâŠâ Where do I belong?
You sniffle quietly, rubbing roughly at your wet eyes. âSorry..â
Still, heâs quiet. Strange. He usually never shuts up. And now all you want is for him to spew an insult at you, or tell you to get over it and stop being pathetic. Or just⊠Something. Anything. When the silence finally started to become too much, he opened his mouth.
âThis isnât what I expected from you.â At least heâs being honest, you supposed. That thought alone made you scoff quietly to yourself. âThen again⊠You never are what I expect out of humans. Weak, selfish, cruel⊠No. Youâre different.â The puppet chuckles. âStill annoying, though.â
Lightly, you shove his shoulder. âNot funny.â You lie, finally smiling. He considers this a small victory.
âYou remind me of the handful of good humans Iâve met in my lifetime. They all had one thing in common.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âThey were completely unique. Had their own way of doing things, and did it in a way no one expected. From the overly kind to the too smart for their own good, each of them excelled in whatever they did. And every single time, they doubted themselves, over and over. Iâve never understood it.â The mechanical life form shakes his head. âAlways asking if they came off a certain way, or if what they did was good enough. It was always more than enough. But is it even important?â
âWhat?â
The uncrowned god turns to look at you. âWhy does it matter if itâs enough for someone else? Arenât you doing it for yourself, anyway?â
âIâŠâ Youâre at a loss for words.
âBeing enough shouldnât even come to mind. Why do the opinions of others matter so much? You know that deep down, youâre better than what you think. And if no one recognises that, itâs their loss.â A cold hand is set on top of your own, the weight comforting, grounding. âYouâre enough for me, if it truly matters to you. But really, it shouldnât. Do it for yourself, and if you enjoy it, if you like it, then it shouldnât matter what anyone else thinks.â
For once, you have no comeback, especially when his fingers tighten around yours. Thereâs nothing more to say to that, other than, âYouâre right. Thank you.â All you receive is a nod, and a gentle squeeze. âYouâre nice when you want to be, you know?â
The one of many names scoffs. âHah. Nice? I was simply just pointing out the obvious. Donât think anything of it.â That makes you smile. Heâs won the battle against yourself for now.
And so, trouble minds quieten and the riverbank stills once more. All is tranquil again. Until the next time. But if he is here with you, guiding you through these harsh storms and steering you away from the strikes of self doubt, maybe it wouldnât be so bad. The two of you stay there until sunrise, the silence that was once crushing now a blanket of comfort, warm and loving. The ink-stained sky blends with the bright, golden light of the dawn - the world is bright again.
Hand in hand, youâre ready to face this new day.
notes; hi, been a while !! uh, I decided to go with a new layout, please let me know what you think, should I keep it or keep something similar, or go back to the old one?? Anyway, this is just a very sweet modern au one shot I did for my dearest friend @kaedezuki. Also itâs been a while so Iâm sorry if itâs not my best work;;; please enjoy !!
Please reblog if you like this!!
Heâs here again.
Soft, silvery locks tied up in a loose ponytail. Gentle rubies that sparkled when the natural light of the sun hit them in the golden hour. Baby pink lips that curled upwards whenever he spoke.
And that voice.
Seldom did you hear it, as the two of you have never actually spoken to one another, but when you did, you swore - even angels were jealous of the heavenly sound that emanated from this man.
âWhat will it be today?â The cashier pulled you out of your daydreams, shattering whatever hope you had of finally starting a conversation with the pretty stranger in the far corner of this small world. âYour usual, yes?â They prompted further, only for you to nod your head dumbly. You frequented here often, perhaps a little too often after the discovery of K, so you were a regular of sorts. It wasnât a complicated order either, so most of the staff already knew it by heart at this point.
As you reach into your pocket to pay the expected amount, your heart drops to your stomach.
Oh no.
No, no no. This canât be happening. You were sure you grabbed some cash this morning, or at least your phone but no, nothing was there. Just empty space and dust bunnies. You let out a heavy sigh of defeat, head hanging in shame. Great. Now you had to embarrass yourself and leave empty handed. As if this day couldnât get any worse, K was now right behind you, empty cup in hand.
This is just perfect, why now of all times-
âIâll pay.â That sweet, melodic voice spoke from behind you, arm already outstretched to hand the cashier the exact amount for your order.
âHuh?â
The stranger chuckled quietly at your stupefied expression, glancing over his shoulder from where he had stepped in front of you.
âHere.â A gentle hand guided the warm drink into your own, the other cradling it so you wouldnât drop it. Were you daydreaming? Was this actually happening?
K laughed once more, âIndeed, this is real, my friend.â
Shit, did you say that out loud? Did you also say that out loud? âSay something, idiot!â You scold yourself, your skin growing as hot as the burning liquid in your cup.
âThank-â Your breath caught in your throat, forcing you to clear it awkwardly so you could actually speak to him. âThank you. Iâm not sure how to pay you back.â
Once again, another small chuckle. Did he realise how cute he was when he did that? Your weak heart barely stood a chance when he flashed that charming smile of his.
âThereâs no need, Iâm happy to help my secret admirer.â Oh. Oh.
So he had noticed your staring. Face burning, you tore your gaze away to lock onto the floor. Hopefully the ground would swallow you whole if you stared at it hard enough.
A hand rested softly under your chin, urging your face up towards his once again. When did he get so closeâŠ
âMay I know their name?â
And so you told him. He repeats it, once to be sure, twice because he liked the way it rolled off his tongue (and you did, too.)
âWhat a lovely name.â
âAnd you?â Curiosity was eating you alive, you had to know his name, his real name. This was the only time you two had ever exchanged words, no way were you going to waste an opportunity like this.
âOh? You didnât know already?â Thereâs a teasing lilt to his voice, one of the sides of his mouth curling into a smirk to match. He laughs once more.
âKazuha. My name is Kazuha.â Roses bloomed in your chest, fire rising to your cheeks. Kazuha.
âWhat a lovely name.â You repeated.
You werenât sure how that night ended, or how it progressed to longing stares from across the room, sugary sweet smiles and tender touches. Or how you managed to end up in the poet's arms one night, alluring phrases being uttered in your ear under the glistening stars and luminous moon.
Beautiful, each of you think.
The night sky and the moonlit meadow was a sight to behold, surely, but neither of you thought this about the scenery that surrounded you.
No, instead, it was about one another. Intertwined fingers tighten around each other, foreheads gently bumping together as two star crossed lovers observe galaxies in one anotherâs eyes.
A new constellation is born, as two souls merge into one.
notes; hi, been a while !! uh, I decided to go with a new layout, please let me know what you think, should I keep it or keep something similar, or go back to the old one?? Anyway, this is just a very sweet modern au one shot I did for my dearest friend @kaedezuki. Also itâs been a while so Iâm sorry if itâs not my best work;;; please enjoy !!
Please reblog if you like this!!
Heâs here again.
Soft, silvery locks tied up in a loose ponytail. Gentle rubies that sparkled when the natural light of the sun hit them in the golden hour. Baby pink lips that curled upwards whenever he spoke.
And that voice.
Seldom did you hear it, as the two of you have never actually spoken to one another, but when you did, you swore - even angels were jealous of the heavenly sound that emanated from this man.
âWhat will it be today?â The cashier pulled you out of your daydreams, shattering whatever hope you had of finally starting a conversation with the pretty stranger in the far corner of this small world. âYour usual, yes?â They prompted further, only for you to nod your head dumbly. You frequented here often, perhaps a little /too/ often after the discovery of K, so you were a regular of sorts. It wasnât a complicated order either, so most of the staff already knew it by heart at this point.
As you reach into your pocket to pay the expected amount, your heart drops to your stomach.
Oh no.
No, no no. This canât be happening. You were sure you grabbed some cash this morning, or at least your phone but no, nothing was there. Just empty space and dust bunnies. You let out a heavy sigh of defeat, head hanging in shame. Great. Now you had to embarrass yourself and leave empty handed. As if this day couldnât get any worse, K was now right behind you, empty cup in hand.
This is just perfect, why now of all times-
âIâll pay.â That sweet, melodic voice spoke from behind you, arm already outstretched to hand the cashier the exact amount for your order.
âHuh?â
The stranger chuckled quietly at your stupefied expression, glancing over his shoulder from where he had stepped in front of you.
âHere.â A gentle hand guided the warm drink into your own, the other cradling it so you wouldnât drop it. Were you daydreaming? Was this actually happening?
K laughed once more, âIndeed, this is real, my friend.â
Shit, did you say that out loud? Did you also say that out loud? âSay something, idiot!â You scold yourself, your skin growing as hot as the burning liquid in your cup.
âThank-â Your breath caught in your throat, forcing you to clear it awkwardly so you could actually speak to him. âThank you. Iâm not sure how to pay you back.â
Once again, another small chuckle. Did he realise how cute he was when he did that? Your weak heart barely stood a chance when he flashed that charming smile of his.
âThereâs no need, Iâm happy to help my secret admirer.â Oh. Oh.
So he had noticed your staring. Face burning, you tore your gaze away to lock onto the floor. Hopefully the ground would swallow you whole if you stared at it hard enough.
A hand rested softly under your chin, urging your face up towards his once again. When did he get so closeâŠ
âMay I know their name?â
And so you told him. He repeats it, once to be sure, twice because he liked the way it rolled off his tongue (and you did, too.)
âWhat a lovely name.â
âAnd you?â Curiosity was eating you alive, you had to know his name, his real name. This was the only time you two had ever exchanged words, no way were you going to waste an opportunity like this.
âOh? You didnât know already?â Thereâs a teasing lilt to his voice, one of the sides of his mouth curling into a smirk to match. He laughs once more.
âKazuha. My name is Kazuha.â Roses bloomed in your chest, fire rising to your cheeks. Kazuha.
âWhat a lovely name.â You repeated.
You werenât sure how that night ended, or how it progressed to longing stares from across the room, sugary sweet smiles and tender touches. Or how you managed to end up in the poet's arms one night, alluring phrases being uttered in your ear under the glistening stars and luminous moon.
Beautiful, each of you think.
The night sky and the moonlit meadow was a sight to behold, surely, but neither of you thought this about the scenery that surrounded you.
No, instead, it was about one another. Intertwined fingers tighten around each other, foreheads gently bumping together as two star crossed lovers observe galaxies in one anotherâs eyes.
A new constellation is born, as two souls merge into one.
Anyone remember the whole "interactive story previews" thing I was trying to do here, uhh... a while ago? >.> Well, I finally finished the last of them, so it's time for a link to the results!
There's still the possibility of a larger story coming out of this later (a "when canon sucks, make your own game" kind of thing), but that will probably depend pretty heavily on the feedback these get. If they're a thing y'all enjoy, tell me, and more may come from it!
