#clone!syaoran

[mikoriin]

expecting parents pt 2

[annebrontesrequiem]

Someone had to draw them the happy times they deserve

[daydreamingshipper]

Someone in the TRC Discord Server pointed out that Kuro actually takes off his breaking prosthetic arm during the FWR fight. I never noticed this or the fact that he accidentally breaks clone!Syaoran’s arm in acid Tokyo after throwing him across the room.   

[chiiwifruit]

Tsubasa Chronicle Month - Day 3: Syaoran

It was hot in Hong Kong, a typical summer day. The dew had already dried from the grass in his parents’ garden. The sun heated Tsubasa’s crown of brown hair, and his sword weighed heavy in his hand.

It’s his childhood sword, not his father’s. His father was there, warm and smiling, as he taught Tsubasa how to balance and how to place his feet.

Syaoran is a gentle but firm teacher. Everyone said that the resemblance between them was uncanny, and that there should be a greater difference between father and son. But Tsubasa was a miniature version of his father, and he didn’t think it was strange.

A big, strong hand ruffled his hair, and Tsubasa laughed. He didn’t notice the brief sadness on Sayoran’s face, did not know what Syaoran knew.

They would be parted soon. But not yet.

[mikoriin]

so @feministflorist and i were talking about shara/shura arc and when sakura drank at the yukakaku, and we imagine sakura as a very flirty drunk when it comes to syaoran and thus this was born 😂

[mikoriin]

rogue syaoran lives in my head rent free

[mikoriin]

based on a twitter meme

[chiiwifruit]

TCM Day 13: Characters with Disabilities

Sakura woke up on the floor of the Cat’s Eye with Syaoran’s worried face hovering above her. It took her a moment to realize that he was holding her so that her head and torso were up off the floor. She felt sluggish and disoriented, and she did not immediately remember what she had been doing when she fainted. When she did, she struggled to sit upright. “The scones-” she began.

“I took them out of the oven,” Syaoran said, tightening his grip so that she couldn’t get up. She didn’t have the strength to resist, and that frustrated her. “Princess, you should go lie down.”

She hated the worry in his eyes. She hated that she was too weak to prove that she could do it. Even now, sleep dragged at her. It was a struggle just to keep her eyes open, and eventually her exhausted body succumbed. She didn’t feel Syaoran carry her upstairs to bed, but when she woke up, it was late morning. Of the following day.

Sakura scrambled to get dressed in clean clothes and staggered down the stairs and into the cafe kitchen before she was fully awake. “I’m sorry I’m late!” she gasped as she caught herself on the counter.

Fai smiled at her. “It’s no problem. We’re just having breakfast. Would you like some pancakes?”

“Yes, but, I should be helping,” Sakura said as Fai guided her to the table with a hand on her shoulder.

“I took care of it. It’s fine, Sakura-chan. You need to eat,” Fai said. He nudged her into a chair and left to make her a plate of pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream.

Sakura frowned at the tabletop. Her hands clenched in her lap. Syaoran and Kurogane were making plans to go out demon hunting again, as well as looking for information. That made her feel more guilty and useless. Everyone was working so hard, and she could barely stay awake!

She wasn’t very hungry, but Fai had gone to the trouble to make pancakes for her, so she ate them. They were delicious. Fai was an amazing cook. He was teaching her, but she wasn’t sure she would ever approach his level of skill.

Since it wasn’t time for him and Kurogane to leave yet, Syaoran helped her get the cafe ready to open. “Princess Sakura, is everything all right?” he asked.

Sakura jolted. She had paused in the act of refilling the napkin dispenser. “Sorry, I guess I spaced out a little,” she said with a nervous smile.

“If you need to rest more-” Syaoran began, but Sakura couldn’t take it.

“No, I’m fine!” she said with more force than she intended. Syaoran looked taken aback, and Sakura immediately felt guilty for snapping at him. He was trying so hard to help her get her feathers back, suffering hardships and injuries all for her sake. It wasn’t his fault she was weak. “I’m sorry, Syaoran-kun. I’m just frustrated. Everyone’s working so hard, but I’m no help at all.”

“That’s not true,” Syaoran protested. “We all know that you’re doing your best, Princess. We haven’t gotten enough of your memory feathers back. That’s why you’re so tired.”

“I know. It’s just...” Sakura said. But she wasn’t sure how to explain that she felt like a burden. She was the whole reason they were on this perilous journey, and she couldn’t help as much as she wanted.

Syaoran closed the glass display case where he had been arranging pastries and came over to take her hand. “I know it’s hard. I’ll do my best to gather your feathers as fast as possible, so that you can get your strength back. But for now, please be gentle with yourself.” When Sakura remained silent, Syaoran frowned. He didn’t let go of her hands. He took a deep breath.

“Princess, I know it’s hard when your body can’t do something you want it to do. I can’t see anything out of my right eye, and that’s frustrating. My depth perception and my balance are thrown off. And I know it’s not the same as what you’re going through. But all we can do is treat ourselves with the same kindness and forgiveness we would give someone else,” he said.

Sakura reached up to touch Syaoran’s face, close to his right eye. “I didn’t notice at all,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

Flustered, Syaoran dropped her hands and waved his in a ‘stop’ gesture. “No, that’s not what I meant! I mean, I’ve gotten good at masking it. I don’t want you to feel guilty. I’ve learned to live around it, but it caused me a lot of troubles when I was little.” At her questioning look, he gave an example. “I burned myself a lot, especially when I was learning to cook.”

“I see...” Sakura said. She did feel better after talking to Syaoran. It didn’t make her stop wishing that she could do more and that she wasn’t so tired all the time. But his advice to forgive herself for what she couldn’t do seemed sound. “Thank you.”