Imagine getting into a fight with your family and finding a luxurious yet very homey cafe. Walking in with tears in your eyes, placing yourself down at a seat and laying your forehead down on your arms.
The minuscule action drew no heads, yet a single pair of sapphire eyes noticed the distress in such a small movement.
Lines of people extended from the counter where Ajax stood. May there for his charms, others knowing of his wealth and the rest simply wanting something to drink. All of them either dressed up entirely or not at all.
Discarding the counter to go make a warm drink, his co-workers groaned. You’re supposed to call out the drinks to have them made, not go make them yourself. Leaving an unfortunate soul to work through the line of customers purely there for Ajax.
Taking his time, he put extra foam on top in order to create an edible art piece for you. Placing the drink on the designated cup plate, Ajax stroke towards your table where you hunched over, ignoring all his fans.
You needed a smile on your face, a genuine one.
Placing the cup down carefully, he gently shook your shoulders to get your attention.
“I didn’t order a drink…?” Looking up at him with bloodshot eyes.
“I know, I made this specially for you. You seemed upset so I thought it’d cheer you up.” Smiling brightly at you, he pushed the cup closer to you and sat down.
They say nothing is absolute, but the screams, sweat and fatigue were vivid. Thundering footsteps, war-cries, the sound of metal clashing were all too close considering you were in the medical tent.
“Retreat!”
How? There were at least a dozen injured soldiers. What were you supposed to do? There’s no solid solution for problems nobody every thought they’d encounter.
You stayed.
Protecting the injured was your top priority. So, using what little training you had, you put it to use. You fought. It didn’t matter how many weapons they had. You fought. No matter how many cuts, how many gashes or strikes to the stomach, head, arms, legs, face or torso. You refused to fall.
Each passing second hurt more than the last, until your body went numb. Fighting your hardest to protect the weakened. Ordering the weakened soldiers back down onto their beds. No body came to help.
Your kindness was your downfall.
No matter how much the war-lords and army men called you a fool you didn’t listen; nor when they told you your kindness would someday get you killed, you didn’t listen. You fought will all your might, down to the last piece of energy your body could hold.
But everything has its limits. Especially mere humans.
Nobunaga ran to the medical shelter with all he had. No one had ever seen him panic before. Who could blame him? The soldiers in the tent screamed your name before a loud thud fled through the air.
Katana drawn, bursting through the curtains only to cut down everyone who stood in his way. Barely even glancing at the injured men who had tried their best to fight off the enemy and compress your wound as you bled.
There was a hole in your chest. A literal hole in your heart. The heart he claimed and swore he would love and protect till the day he died.
Dropping to your side at such speed you knew, even half conscious, that had hurt his knees. Helping applying pressure to your chest as Ieyasu did his best to heal you. Nobunaga refused to let you die.
Yet death cannot be held in the hands of a mere human. As much as a demon as he claims to be, he will forever be nothing more than a mere human. As you will forever be. That will forever be the reason your life was slipping through his hands.
“Fireball! Fireball, open your eyes. Open them! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Fireba- Fireball stay awake.” He repeatedly pet your cheek in a pathetic attempt to keep you alive.
“You’re going to be alright. Fireball, I’m begging you, please open your eyes.”
Nobunaga has never cried. Not until the very moment he felt your heartbeat soften. You were dying and he held no power over it. All he could do was watch as the light in your eyes faded.
“Nobu- naga-,” gasping and wheezing for air, you tried your best to speak, “I love- you.”
“Stop talking like you’re going to die.” He knew you were. You were slipping.
You were slipping,
you were slipping,
you were slipping
and he knew.
Nobunaga knew there was nothing he could do.
“You’re not allowed to. If- if you die I’ll kill you myself, you- you monkey!”
Laughing only caused you to throw up blood.
“That’s- not how- it works,- Love. Could you,- smile- for me?”
“I do not see how smiling will solve this.” Yet he did so anyway.
Imagine walking into a coffee shop. A large one with few people as of currently. It was almost midnight. You’re nothing sort of exhausted. You just needed something to keep you awake.
The day had been horrible. One problem after another. Mishap after mishap and here you are. In a coffee shop, working on your report.
It was due in less than an hour but you were nowhere near done. Your fingers constantly pressing the wrong keys while your hands shook. You were going to be fired.
Using whatever minimal time you had left, you ordered a drink in a disposable cup so it was less likely to spill. Typing frantically to save your job.
Taking notice of your frantic typing and shaking hands Diluc made you a decaf drink. Not coffee. Anything but coffee. He refused to be held responsible for your heart attack.
He saw your eye-bags and how desperate you were to get this report in. So, he drew you a little something. A falcon on the side of the cup. As poorly drawn as it was, it had a charming note to it.
Handing it to you, you noticed it. Stopping for a brief moment. In all honesty it took you a while to figure out what it was. Diluc realised. He knew he wasn’t a very good artist.
“It’s- It’s a falcon.” He mumbled.
“I realised.” No, you didn’t. You were just trying to hold whatever was left of his pride from shattering.
“You looked a little stressed, so I thought maybe it would cheer you up.”
“Aw, thank you. That’s so sweet. I love it.” Taking a breath to compose yourself you went back to work, so did he. Grateful you liked it.
It wasn’t until you turned the cup that you had realised what he had done. His number was on the back. Along with his name. It was clumsy, but a cute shot.
Kaeya Alberich
Imagine it was right after a break up. It’s been less than an hour but you didn’t know what to do. So, here you were, in a gorgeously built café. Trying to hold yourself together.
Placing yourself at a table and ordering with swollen eyes. Although, it was barely noticeable, there was always one waiter who payed more attention than others. In this circumstance, the waiter being Kaeya.
Taking your order back to the counter he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He knew it wasn’t his fault you were crying. But he did leave you by yourself, even if it only was for a few minutes.
So, Kaeya started. He put the most effort and preparation into this single drink than he had for all the others. Focusing on making sure it was nothing short of perfect.
Having finished it, Kaeya began to draw a little kitten on the side, forgetting it was still hot and open lidded. Burning himself as a smart man does. To further prove his intelligence, Kaeya placed both his hands in ice.
Ice aggravates burns.
Hearing his shrieks of pain, you shot you’re head in his direction. After realising he burnt his hand you couldn’t help but laugh. Jogging over to the counter to offer assistance.
“Cool water.”
“What?”
“Cool water helps burns. Not ice.”
“Oh right.” Removing his hands from the ice he opened the tap and let the water run. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Snickering, you leaned on the counter.
“Is my pain that amusing to you.”
“Yes.” Laughing a little harder you looked at the fallen cup and now wet floor. “Thank you for the little squiggle on my cup. Even if you did spill my drink.”
“It’s supposed to be a kitten, but you’re welcome.”
Wait till you find out he burnt his hand on purpose. All to get your attention off whatever depressed you.
Imagine Motonari cooking for you. Both out of love and out of fear. Loving the way you smile when you realise, but always filled with fear that someone may poison you. He wouldn’t let them take you away. You are his and he loves you. Only you.
Although, he may act cocky when told his food is amazing, Motonari is nothing short happy. A simple word holding so much meaning to him, even if everyone else over used it. You made him happy.
Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, nothing failed to make him feel light as a feather in a summer breeze. Light as the touches he grazes against your skin. Moving your hair away from your face and rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb.
Motonari saw how tired you were. You have every right to be. It didn’t matter if you did nothing all day or if you ran around left, right and centre. Having no motivation is exhausting. He knew that. So, what if you’re always tired? He loved you. He wouldn’t dare let anyone speak about you being “lazy” without harming them.
Love and support goes both ways. You knew that. So, you held him. Laying in Motonari’s arms and he lay in yours. He gets tired too. Only making you fall harder seeing his sleepy state.
Warm and comfortable with the blanket covering you both. His arm over your hip as he drifts off to sleep. Kissing your neck gently and moving closer than you both already were.
“G’night, Princess.”
“Night, Love.”
Refusing to move, yet allowing himself to feel at peace. Allowing himself to be relax and let down his guard. Having you play with his hair as you push him into your chest. You are his precious treasure. The best a pirate could possible have.
Don’t tell anyone he’s the little spoon.
~MOD REM
@venulus it’s not long but it’s there. It’s also past 2 o’clock in the morning and this is the best my shared braincell has.
Zhongli told himself. ‘Do not fall in love with a mortal’. That’s exactly the opposite of what he did. He fell in love with you. A mortal.
He watched as each day passed. He watched you grow older and older with each passing second as he remained the same. Barely even a wrinkle adorning his face.
You? You were on your deathbed. Decaying like everything else he’d known in his life. Even as a God he could not spare you the fate of death.
“Thank you, Love. For everything.” Smiling at him through tired eyes. Age hanging off your voice.
“It is I who should be thanking you.” Holding your hands in his own. Refusing to cry. Your last memory should be a happy one. “You have made me happier than anyone or anything else in this simple world.”
“I hope Osmanthus wine always tastes the same as you remember.” Letting out a chuckle, tears welled up in his eyes. Zhongli squeezed your hands tighter.
“As do I.”
He was with you during your painfully short life. Even through your last moments. There was not a single thing he would change. He just wished the time you both spent together had lasted longer. That he had more time with you. He loved you and every second he spent with you.
Watching the light fade from your eyes, he knew you were gone. Finally letting the tears fall from his eyes and onto your cold hands.
“You will continue to shine like gold in my memories. But even gold decays.”
Imagine Kaeya coming home late. He promised he would cut it down with the drinking. He knew it worried you, so he promised. Yet here you were, dumb enough to believe him.
Stumbling to your shared home, opening the door and tip toeing through the living room; he saw you up at the kitchen counter. Gaze fixated on the glass cup in-between your palms.
Hoping you wouldn’t notice, he slowly made his way to the bedroom.
“You promised.”
“Kitten, it was just a little drink.”
“Coming home drunk and flushed is not an indication of a little drink. Kaeya you’re drunk.”
“Well, I am one of the towns drunkards.”
“Kaeya!” Cutting off his attempt at a joke, you stood sharply. “You promised. You promised you would cut it down at least. I never asked you to stop drinking all together. I never even asked you to change the way you flirt with everyone. I’m tired of doing this every night. With the same pattern of you coming home late, drunk, every night-“
“I know-“
“No, you don’t.” Tears spilling down your cheeks, flowing faster the higher you raised your voice. Calming the rage as quickly as it came. “You don’t understand what it like seeing your lover come home every night drunk. You don’t know what it’s like to find lipstick stains on your lover’s shirt collar. I know your not cheating on me but at least push them away when they come close enough to kiss your shirt! Do you not want people to know about me? Are you ashamed or something?”
“I am not ashamed of you.”
“Then act like it!” He flinched.
Lowering your voice so he would listen, a whisper filled your shared home. “You know what? I’m done.” Placing the cup in the sink and striding towards the door, he jogged after you, barely stable. Kaeya grabbed your wrist.
“Please don’t leave…” His face damping with tears.
Releasing yourself from his gentle grasp, you left. Slamming the door on the way out.
TW: Character death/ Blood (nothing graphic)/Small Genshin Impact spoiler/Self-blaming
unedited.
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Kind of need to watch this to understand ⤴️
Imagine Tartaglia promising to take you to Snezhnaya and you telling him you’ve never seen snow before. He gets you a ring with ‘snow’ engraved on it and puts it on for you. But before you can go to Snezhnaya, he’s sent on a mission with you and he gets fatally injured. If you had just been a little bit faster, you could have saved him. But you weren’t. Now here you are. Ajax dying in your arms.
“You promised you’d take me to see the snow.” Clutching his body firm against yours. Feeling as if letting go would make him disappear.
“You can always take someone else.” He smiles, trying to hold back the look of pain from his face.
“I don’t want someone else. I want you.” Tears streaming from your face, he wipes them gently.
“I’m really sorry. I really did want to take you.” Struggling to speak, he coughs up blood.
“Whose supposed to take me to see the snow? Whose gonna take me ice fishing? Or make me that special dish? Whose gonna tag-team your little siblings in snowball fights me with me? Please. Please, I’m begging you please don’t leave me.” Sobbing an ugly cry, you knew he was leaving.
“I’m sorry comrade. Don’t tell Trucer. Please. Tell him I went on a big toy making mission; and I’ll be home soon.” The light in his eyes fading.
Hello 👋🏼, loved your mystic messenger headcanon, can I please request a headcanon based on the Mystic Messenger boys if they were supernatural beings? What would do you think they would each be and how would they end up meeting the MC?😲
Mystic Messenger Zen, Yoosung and Jumin as Supernatural beings (part 1)
Word count: 250+ (each)
Warning(s): None
Zen - Hyun Ryu
It’s getting pretty late and you’re walking home at night when suddenly the bushes rustle
You freeze and your eyes meet with Zen’s crimson ones
Werewolf boy, wolf form and all
He just
Looks at you
If you freak out he’d start panicking too
It’s ok look he’s just a little doggo
It’s f i n e
After he gets over his shock he’d be trying to calm you down too
Once you regain composure he’d probably walk you home as an apology
He’d do this every day after too, just cuz he feels like he has to
You are not getting rid of this pupper
It’d be awkward silence at first but he’d start talking sooner or later
People would think he’s your dog (I mean if you’re into that you could say he was)
He’d definitely protect you from creepy people
And you’d protect him from children desperately wanting to pat
It’d be so. Frickin. Cute.
Just a little buddy to tag along wherever you’re going
After he gets to know you more he’d be like “ey so I’m a person too” and start hanging out with you in his human form
Just chilling at a park with you and curling up next to you happily
Pat him for me please
Walking around with you would probably be the highlight of his day
He’d practically be bouncing, whether in wolf or human form
I’d imagine he’d be very cautious with instincts and whatnot
Wouldn’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfy of course
Overall 11/10 good floofy boy
Yoosung
I’d imagine you’d meet Yoosung at a coffee shop
He’s vibing as far as possible from the sun and you’re quite curious about him
You notice his umbrella even though it’s the middle of the summer
Clothes that cover most if not all of him
He doesn’t look mysterious he looks like a walking meme but you’re intrigued either way
You walk up to him and ask him about the umbrella
“Uhh yeah, my skin’s just really easy to sunburn so I gotta carry this around”
He seems kinda uncomfy
Leave him be dammit
The next day you see him in the same spot
Probably wearing the same clothes too
Sir, please c h a n g e
He notices you and smiles nervously
“Do they know? Do they know? DO THEY KNOW?” – Yoosung internally
He’d probably try buying you food over this
To apologise and to get you to not blab to anyone about it
He’s very insecure about this
You’d get to know each other that way
Just eating food at a coffee shop
I mean he wouldn’t really eat anything
He’d just watch you as you enjoyed your free food
It’s the cheapest thing on the menu but he’s trying ok
After a while he’d just flat out tell you
“Hey so… I’m a-“
“Vampire? Yeah I know”
“I KNEW IT”
I mean he would have hoped you didn’t know
At least now you have a vampire best friend, and maybe in the future something more
Jumin Han
You see a slightly distressed, tall guy looking for something on the bank of a river at your local park
You ask if he wants help and he hesitates, and then accepts
He says he’s looking for a 1000 won bill
You’re a little confused as to why he’s that desperate to look for it
He looks kind of rich, since people don’t usually wear good tuxedos around every day
After a while you find it chilling on the footpath
When you give it to him he mumbles a thank you while stuffing it in his already very full wallet
What
You give him a judgmental look and he looks away
Why is this rich man so desperate for 1000 won
You never noticed his eyes look almost identical to a lizard’s until now
You’re a little unnerved to say the least
He notices it and just swishes around and walks away, mumbling more under his breath
Guess what
The next day you find a bunch of flowers outside your door
Holding them is an off-brand Zhongli
Who looks away as he passes them to you with a clearer “thank you” than yesterday, along with an envelope stuffed with money
You can’t help but grin as he smiles back
You exchange numbers as meet up every so often
He seems very protective of you
Especially around people who even slightly flirt with you
Constantly wraps his arm around you when you go shopping together
So for my new request, can you write a one shot that features the DR1 survivors holding a funeral for their fallen friends and classmates please? What do you think?
Dananronpa survivors holding a funeral for their classmates
Word count: 700+
Warning(s): Mentioning’s of death and suicide.
(Contains spoilers)
I am so sorry this took so long! @princeasimdiya12 I hope you like it!
You would have thought a day so sad would be a day shrouded in darkness
But the sun shone
It shone brighter than it ever had before
Fluffy white clouds danced through the sky
Forming shapes unknown to man
The breeze whistled with cries of pain and laughter of children as it flew pasted the 6 survivors
Naegi Makoto
Toko Fukawa
Byakuya Togami
Aoi Asahina
Kyoko Kirigiri
Yasuhiro Hagakure
.
.
.
The ones whose hearts continued to beat
As shallow as each thump was
It continued
Their bodies continued to move
And their minds continued to recite the memories
The memories of their friends
Their smiles
Their laughs
Their thoughts
Their ideas
Their fear
The bear
The girl
The death
The executions
The blood
The screams
The pleads
The silence
The pain
The nightmares
The accusations
The terror
It played
Loop by loop
Day by day
Vivid as the light of a child’s eye
The memories they wished to erase
The good with the bad
Wanting it all to go away
But here they stood
In a field of flowers
9 caskets lined up ready to descend into the earth where they once came
With lives that left yet too soon
Not a single eye was dry
As well as some tried to hide their tears
Streams of salt poured down across the faces of those who still awoke in the mornings
Those who less than a month ago
Were with the ones they cherished
Who heard them speak
Who felt the same fear
The same hatred for the bear
With pain given from the same bi-haired girl
They had found the bodies with innocent eyes
Declared the sinner with horror sitting in their throats
Watched their comrades scream later stop
Now here they stand
Entered as children
Left as adults
No time had passed
Only terror and fear
Mental scars that would last forever
As scared and tear filled as they were
Flowers danced as the dirt was thrown from the shovels
Shovels held by children with no shine within their eyes
Scents of the brown earth and colour enticed flowers roamed the air around them all
Black clothes shuffled with the wind and movement
Fear no longer present
Only sad smiles
Small tears
And pained children
One by one
The caskets were lifted
Raised into the air
And placed into the holes dug by those who knew them
Decaying bodies protected by ones that stood strong and proud
Names lay engraved upon stones
Stones rested by head near clumps of earth the wooden caskets slept beneath
A separate piece of stone spread across each graves head
.
Stating death and how it happened:
.
Jin kirigiri
Burned and left for dead.
Forever remembered as one who lost their life for another's pleasure.
.
Sayaka Maizono
Stabbed within the stomach and hidden in a bathroom.
Forever remembered as a murderer. Killing for their own escape.
.
Mukuro Ikusaba
Impaled with spears seen with the eyes of comrades.
Forever a murderer's accomplice yet betrayed and thrown aside as a toy.
.
Leon Kuwata
Beaten to death by objects he hated most. Baseballs and a bat.
Forever known as a victim, killing for his defense.
.
Chihiro Fujisaki
Struck to death by one he trusted most.
Forever remembered as one who lost their life to another's fear and anger.
.
Mondo Owada
Electrocuted and liquefied.
Forever known as a murderer with a heavy conscience and pain on their shoulders.
.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru
Struck on the head and left for dead.
Forever known as one who lost their life and best bro.
.
Hifumi Yamada
Struck on the head, later dying post-strike.
Forever remembered as one who lost their freedom.
.
Celestia Ludenberg
Executed by crushing of firetruck.
Forever remembered as a little bitch.
.
Sakura Ogami
Poisoning of herself. Suicide.
Forever remembered as one who wanted nothing more than love.
.
Alter Ego
Crushed due to excavator.
Forever remembered as Chihiro's best friend.
.
Junko Enoshima
Crushed / executed herself for losing her game.
Forever remembered as the one who ruined us all.
.
"Byakuya! You can't write Celestia was a 'little bitch'!"
"Shut up Aoi."
.
There the sun shone
Brighter than it ever had
Smiling down on the bickering children
Smiling on the ones who made it
.
"The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but the wide world's joy."
