I know none of your pairings but could you do something with 'come back'?
-Send me a “Come back” and I’ll write a drabble about character asking the other to return (they parted after a fight, the other has been missing for a while, etc)
Going waaaaay fluffier with this prompt, especially after my last one ended up so dark.
Fandom: Ronin Warriors
Pairing: Sanada Ryou | Ryo Sanada/Cye Mouri | Mouri Shin
Sleeping beside an EMT has its drawbacks. Like 24 hour shifts multiple times a week. Ryo didn’t think it would bother him, but that was before he discovered just how comforting it was, having somebody beside him.
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Everything was always louder when Cye left. Each creak of the house, each gust of wind. The churning of the Naruto Strait whirlpool under the bridge and the clanging of Kayura throwing Torrent’s yari as a trophy. The same plea on his lips every time.
‘Come back.’
Ryo hid it from the connection. Cye felt guilty enough, leaving. He was dealing with life and death, some days. He didn’t need a distraction. Ryo could hold in the ghosts until he returned, and once Cye was back in bed the ghosts melted away, anyway.
The clock read 0200. Another seven hours, when commute time was added on. Twenty-seven hours since Cye had left the bed to get ready for his shift. At least this time it was the weekend, so he could be there when Cye arrived. Sometimes they didn’t see each other until after Ryo was back from work.
Ryo exhaled and curled up with Cye’s pillow against his chest, breathing in the smell of salt that permeated everything Cye touched no matter how long he’d been away from the ocean. Torrent’s influence, no doubt. Wildfire still felt on the verge of extinguishing at the memories of trying to find him under water, with Sekhmet’s venom poisoning the ocean. Pure luck saved them both, and Ryo didn’t even remember getting on land.
Cye was always off saving somebody. That made Ryo smile as the after-effects of their fight with Sekhmet played through his mind. He kept wondering if he loved Cye then, had some inklings of a crush, but he couldn’t find it. He had gone to even greater lengths for Rowen, after all. Similar lengths for Sage.
Thank the gods they all lived in the same house. Whenever one of them was away…
He knew this was PTSD. Memories of the past were too clear for it to be anything but. His desire to protect had been tempered, over the years, and he hadn’t expected it to come back with such force. Not from just sleeping beside somebody he had tried to protect. Had failed to protect…
A gentle shake of his shoulder woke him. Ryo blinked and stirred, a vaguely Cye-shaped blur above him.
“I’m going to need that.”
A few more blinks and Ryo realized he was still cuddling Cye’s pillow. He groggily pushed it back where it belonged, flopping onto his back as Cye took his uniform off and crawled into bed.
Ryo wrapped himself around his boyfriend, pulling Cye close and cradling him. As much as Cye had expressed wonder at having a relationship, Ryo felt sometimes he was in the same boat. A relationship with a man, no less, after a lifetime of loving women. Now he had found his best friend and lover in the same person.
He wanted to be beside him every night, but with Cye going to study medicine, that was likely to never happen.
Instead of just falling asleep, Cye held him back. “Rough night?”
Ryo hesitated before nodding. “I’m okay now you’re here.”
Cye kissed his cheek— sloppily, from tiredness. “We can take about it once I’m awake…”
Ryo just nodded again, rubbing Cye’s bare back as he slipped away to a well-earned rest. Now it was a case of counting how long he would be asleep. A quick peek at Cye’s phone on the nightstand showed the alarm was set for 1800, an hour before Ryo normally got home. He’d noticed how the timing was perfect, Cye just getting dinner off by the time he walked in the door. He hadn’t realized just how purposeful it was. Even though Cye got up at about the same time on weekends, if only because that was about the time Ryo started going nuts.
Cye was more than he deserved, and everything he dreamed of.
His terrible sleep of the previous night caught up with him. With Cye in his arms he barely left the bed, alternating between sleep and content lucidity. His nightmares melted away, replaced by scenes of the past few years where all five of them had gotten closer.
When all five of them had been safe, despite what trauma made them feel.
The alarm was a piercing gull cry and ocean waves, different from the early alarm. Cye stirred as Ryo turned off the alarm, which simply woke him up instead of sending him back to sleep.
“What…?”
Ryo put the phone back down and settled back beside Cye. “Thought I’d stay.”
Cye let out a breathy laugh. “I hope you weren’t bored watching me sleep.”
“I caught a few naps, myself,” he replied.
Leave it to mother hen, medically trained Cye to pick up on the undertones in that statement. “Did you sleep?”
Ryo paused, glancing at Cye’s face and noticing the smallest frown lines. “Not… really…”
Cye pulled himself up to kiss Ryo’s forehead. “Has it… gotten any easier?”
Now, Ryo could only shrug. “I… know what it is, now?”
The kiss on his lips was breathtaking. “I always want to come back to you, my love.”
Ryo kept their foreheads leaned together. “My turn to make you dinner.”
He didn’t think anything of their conversation for the next couple of weeks. His heart ached at how Cye had been called to work on his birthday, citing too few staff to guarantee requested time off, and they spent time planning the next possible date closest to that, barring Cye’s schedule.
The blaringly loud alarm Cye used to wake up in the morning got Ryo awake, too. He groaned and rolled over, letting Cye get up before balling up the still-warm covers and holding them against his chest. As painful as it was, this routine was getting familiar. Now that they had been sleeping beside each other longer, the sheets smelled more like salt and less like new fabric. It was a waiting game of Cye in the bathroom, then going through his closet for a clean uniform, then a kiss to Ryo’s temple before he was alone.
Cye’s closet rustling sounded different, this time. Ryo forced his eyes open to see what was going on, only to be greeted with a large teddy bear.
Cye placed it down beside him and kissed his temple. “Happy birthday, love.”
Ryo looked up at Cye before down at the bear; it was just about the perfect size for Cye’s torso. He squished it and breathed in Cye’s scent, with Torrent lingering momentarily to confirm he’d kept it hidden in his closet for that specific reason.
Ryo pushed himself up to catch Cye’s collar and pull him down for a proper kiss.
“Is that why you like my uniform so much?” he said with a laugh.
Ryo just grinned.
Cye kissed his forehead one last time before leaving the room, almost but not quite late for work.
Ryo curled up around the bear and his heart was finally able to relax. It wasn’t Cye, but it was something. It was an acknowledgement Ryo was scared, and some reassurance Cye wanted to be there with him so he had found the next best thing.
what time is it for you, favorite season, and why do you do what you do?
Okay I am wicked late on answering asks in response to this
What time is it for you?
It is 2:33 pm
Favourite season?
Probably like… the bookends of summer when it’s perfectly reasonable to wear jeans, a tank top, and a sweater (aka late spring and early fall, but never enough it’s actually spring or actually fall. It’s still summer, just early/late)
Why do you do what you do?
This is the question I have… been hesitating on. I don’t want to think about it. Because while I could have a grand answer, it’s. Not really all that grand. It’s not even all that pretty.
I picked it because it was a job with a certain amount of intellectual stimulation and a steady paycheque. I am one of millions who picked a degree just to have a degree, and I got a job within my field even though I’m not particularly fond of everything I do just because it’s something.
As for helping people, I do it because I grew up with an emotionally abusive mother and the way I “earned” my keep was to help her. That just switched to a general sense of helping people. I feel better when I do it, and other people feel better when I do it, so I keep doing it.
So I don’t really have a grand, “this is my passion!” answer. It’s just. A job, and an emotional need, and that’s where my life is right now.
I attribute about 80% of my writing skill to tv tropes. I never really got better as a biblophile, or an avid consumer of writing books, but spending the majority of my waking hours for six weeks on tv tropes catapulted my writing to something relatively passable on a first draft
Another one for @morph-tyler. This one should be interesting... Full Name: Sonder, usually referred to as "the storyteller" because he never tells people his name. Gender and Sexuality: Male, I guess, since he's an ageless being kind of like a lesser angel... Pronouns: he/him Ethnicity/Species: None, he's an ageless being who wanders the earth telling stories for people's enlightenment. I guess he was human originally, though, but that was so long ago I doubt he even remembers it. Birthplace and Birthdate: Um. I suppose originally he came from one of the villages over the mountain from Taircross Bryn. He would look at you compassionately and say it's irrelevant. Guilty Pleasures: Falling in love with his human charges, non-romantically, of course. Technically he isn't supposed to indulge in strong emotions but he does it anyway. Phobias: Failing to protect his loved ones, scorpions. What They Would Be Famous For: Not dying when stabbed. What They Would Get Arrested For: Probably getting drunk by accident and running through the streets proclaiming the end times. Well, it looked like sparkling grape juice. OC You Ship Them With: I don't really, but I do adore his dynamic with Toby. It's part mentor, part friend, but sometimes they almost act like lovers because they've been in each other's darkest memories. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Well, the OC that actually tried to murder him was Emma Brinks, Henry's sister. It was very traumatic for everyone involved. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Fairytales. Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Villains dying by falling out of windows. It's his only quibble with Die Hard. Talents and/or Powers: Being unkillable, memory-sharing. (Technically he can die, but not by normal means.) Why Someone Might Love Them: He has a way of lifting people up that's really lovely, of finding the best way to motivate them into doing better for themselves and everyone around them. Why Someone Might Hate Them: He can be a bit of a ninny, and a bit of a know-it-all, and kinda holier-than-thou when provoked. How They Change: In his story arc, he finally succeeds in protecting his loved ones and seeing them set on the right path at last. He calms down, learns to trust himself. Why You Love Them: He's so ancient, and yet so vulnerable, and he never refuses his heart to anyone.
OC ask for my buddy @morph-tyler and thanks morph!
Full Name: October “Toby” Arienne Lasting
Gender and Sexuality: Female, straight
Pronouns: she/her
Ethnicity/Species: Human. She’s got blue eyes and dark hair, so
probably some German/Irish ancestry
Birthplace and Birthdate: a little village called Taircross Bryn, September 22, year unknown (but she’s nineteen theoretically. I say theoretically because her story has a time loop.)
Guilty Pleasures: COFFEE and also sneaking away in the mornings to hang out in her little chapel.
Phobias: Being lost, being responsible for her family’s disasters
What They Would Be Famous For: Storytelling! And also probably defying the powers of darkness.
What They Would Get Arrested For: Fancy graffiti in weird places. She would call it “calligraphiti”.
OC You Ship Them With: My very dear Henry Brinks.
OC Most Likely To Murder Them: The demon Harlliw.
Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Sci-fi or folktales. She’s eclectic.
Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: happy endings. She believes all endings should have a bittersweet tang. Rom-coms make her throw the couch cushions at the television.
Talents and/or Powers: Superb willpower, spellbinding voice.
Why Someone Might Love Them: She has her own brand of dark humor, and in the long run she is extremely selfless and loyal to a fault.
Why Someone Might Hate Them: Ugh, she’s so sure of herself now, and she never stops to think about anyone outside her tiny circle. And she’s moody.
How They Change: In her arc, Toby has to deal with quite a bit of guilt, and she has to figure out how to let it all go. Originally she’s shortsighted and petty and fretful, but eventually she learns to be at peace with herself and more aware of others.
Why You Love Them: I do admit I based Toby heavily on myself for the purposes of the story, which is something I usually avoid at all costs … I like to think she’s a stronger, truer version of me, but I’m fond of her for her own sake, because she stood up and dealt with her problems.
